Two weeks later, Grissom and Sara were on their way home when Grissom's cell phone rang. He picked it up and switched it to his left hand to put it to his ear. "Grissom," he answered.

"One of your cases got moved up, I need you here to testify," the prosecuting attorney spoke.

"I have prior commitments this morning," Grissom tried to explain.

"Well, those commitments are going to have to wait, we can't let a criminal get off because you have something else to do. It's hard enough for the jury to understand your bugs, you being absent is not going to help anything."

Sara looked at Grissom, slightly hurt that he wouldn't be going with her, but understanding that their job had to come first sometimes. She nodded in resignation, and Grissom continued to speak. "I need to take my wife home first, what time do you need me in court?"

"Get there no later than nine," the prosecuting attorney spoke, hanging up the phone.

Grissom stared at his cell phone for a second, then closed it and put it back into its clip. He reached across the vehicle to take Sara's hand in his. "I'm sorry," he spoke, stroking the back of her hand.

It's not his fault. "There will be other times," Sara stated, "you don't need to see it all anyway."

The corners of Grissom's mouth turned up. "It's not like I haven't seen it all before."

"If you need a peep show I can give you that at home."

Grissom squeezed her hand slightly. "I just wanted to be there to see what the doctor had to say."

"I'll have to take detailed notes," Sara deadpanned.

Grissom pulled into their driveway, and the two entered the house. Grissom changed his shirt, added a tie, and put on a jacket. Sara was drinking a glass of water when Grissom reentered the kitchen. "Call me when you're done at the doctor's office," Grissom spoke, "just leave a message on my cell phone."

Sara nodded and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "Good luck," she spoke.

"You too," Grissom replied before walking out the door.

Sara finished drinking her water, hung her jacket up in the closet, and headed out to her car to leave for her doctor's appointment. Well, I'm going alone, but I might be more comfortable anyway. He's the one who wanted to go in the first place. I'll just get enough information to bring back to him.

When Sara arrived at the doctor's office, she was rather antsy. I should have had Grissom come, he could have at least calmed me down. Sara waited for her name to be called, and she was eventually invited back into an examining room. "Hello, my name is Dr. Mary Dally," the doctor introduced herself, holding out her hand.

"My name is Sara Sidle," Sara replied, "but you already know that from my chart."

Sara shook the doctor's hand. "My primary physician recommended you for an OB/GYN," Sara stated, "she said you were one of the best in the field."

"Well, patients tend to like me. The fact that I'm female seems to help too."

Sara smiled, liking the woman's direct manner of speaking. "As we go along, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. First things first, how are you feeling today?" the doctor asked.

"Well, I was fine until my husband got called away to go to court. He was supposed to come with me today."

"There will be plenty of other times for him to come," the doctor smiled.

"Yes, I suppose so," Sara stated, wanting to get the visit started.

The doctor looked over the paperwork that Sara had filled out and then addressed Sara again. "Your husband has otosclerosis?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, he had surgery to manage his condition though."

"As you must already know, it is a hereditary condition."

"Yes, his mother had it also."

The doctor nodded. "Well, plenty of tests can be done to check the baby's hearing once it is born."

Sara nodded, for she already knew about all of that information. "I'm going to have you get on the scale now, before you get changed, so I can get a base weight. After you get changed I'll have my nurse come in and get a blood sample from you, and she'll also take your blood pressure. I'm also going to need a urine sample."

The doctor pointed to the scale, and Sara walked over and stepped onto it. The doctor fiddled with the sliders and quickly obtained her weight. The doctor frowned at the reading, but she wrote the number down and allowed Sara to get off of the scale. "The bathroom is through the door in the corner of the room, you can give my nurse the urine sample when she comes in. She'll be in in about ten minutes, take your time."

The doctor left Sara alone with a specimen cup and a gown. This is wonderful already, I am absolutely loving this pregnancy. Not. I should be happy, and I am, I'm just having a little difficulty showing it right now. I doubt a nice exam down there is going to help either. Think of the end result, think of the end result. Sara grabbed the specimen cup and disappeared into the bathroom.

When Grissom arrived at the courthouse, there were numerous reporters outside trying to get information about the case. Their loud voices helped to fuel his growing headache, and the familiar pounding began behind his eyes. Great, I not only had to be called away from Sara, I have to deal with this too. Grissom managed to push his way into the courthouse, and the prosecuting attorney found him inside. "Come with me, I need to speak with you first," the prosecuting attorney spoke, leading him down the hallway.

Grissom followed the man down the hallway to a conference room. There was a water cooler inside, and Grissom got himself a cup of water. "You look horrible," the prosecuting attorney spoke.

"Thank you very much," Grissom said sarcastically, "first you pulled me away from my wife, and now I've got a killer migraine. Can we get on with this?"

The prosecuting attorney took another look at Grissom and started to review the facts for the case. When he was finished, he stood up to leave. "Dr. Grissom, we'll need you in the courtroom now."

Grissom stood up and followed the man out of the conference room.

Following her exam, Sara was allowed to change back into her clothes. The doctor then sat down with Sara in her office. "Do you have any questions?" the doctor asked.

"I don't specifically have any questions, no, but my husband wasn't able to be here. Do you have any pamphlets, anything tangible, that I can give him to read over."

The doctor reached behind her and pulled some pamphlets from the rack. "These should tell the two of you a lot more about pregnancy," she said, setting them down and grabbing one more, "and this will tell you about what foods you should avoid."

The doctor set the last pamphlet down and looked at Sara. "The main thing you need to pay attention to is the fact that you shouldn't be drinking more than two cups of coffee per day, and it's even better to cut it out entirely."

Sara nodded. "Well, morning sickness cut it out for me."

"That leads me to the other thing we need to talk about."

"What's that?"

"You need to start gaining some weight."

Sara looked at the doctor and set her jaw. "I will obviously gain weight with the pregnancy," Sara started.

"Do you know how much you weigh?"

"Of course I do, you just weighed me."

"So you probably know how much you weighed when you went to your primary care physician for your last checkup."

"Yes I do," Sara stated hesitantly, "where are you going with this?"

"You currently weigh 102 pounds. Your last checkup, you weighed 107 pounds. You are five foot eight! At your current weight, you have a BMI of 15.5, that's three points below the underweight marker!"

"So what, do you think I have an eating disorder or something?" Sara attacked.

"Sara, take a deep breath and calm down for a minute, stress isn't good for you or the baby."

Sara took a deep breath, and the doctor continued. "Your paperwork says you work the night shift, how is that going?"

"Quite well, my solve rates are high."

"It must be a pretty stressful job."

"It can be at times."

"Do you take a lunch break?"

"I am required to."

"What do you eat?"

"Usually a salad or a sandwich."

"What do you eat when you're home?"

"The equivalent of a dinner."

"How about breakfast?"

"Not usually."

"Well, first of all, I'm going to recommend that you eat three meals a day," the doctor stated, "even if you don't feel like eating a large meal, you need to eat something before you go to work."

Sara sighed. "I don't see how this is such a big problem, it's just a couple of pounds, I'll put on that and more with the baby."

The doctor attempted to give Sara a reality check. "If you don't get your weight up, there might not be a baby," the doctor emphasized, "your BMI is very low, and you could have a miscarriage as a result. It is imperative that you start to eat healthier and more regularly."

Sara was taken aback by the doctor's statement. I could kill the baby. If the baby dies, it'll be my fault. How about the other one, was that my fault too?

The doctor watched Sara's face go white, and she raced around the desk to put a hand on her shoulder. "Keep taking deep breaths Sara," the doctor instructed, "I'm going to bring you over to the couch."

The doctor rolled Sara's chair over next to the couch, and she carefully lowered Sara from the chair to the couch. The doctor put a pillow behind her head and another pillow underneath her feet to elevate them. "Relax Sara," the doctor stated, "everything is going to be okay, keep taking deep breaths."

When Sara got more under control, she moved to sit up, but the doctor rested a hand on her shoulder. "Stay there for a few minutes while we talk."

"Am I hurting the baby?" Sara voiced her fears.

"No, no," the doctor reassured her, "it is just important that you gain some weight to put your BMI up a little. It will decrease the risk of miscarriage, and it will improve your overall health. I don't think you are consciously choosing not to eat, I just don't think you're taking enough time to get some food into you."

Sara took a deep breath and nodded, relieved that things weren't quite as severe as she had thought. "Do you do this with all of your patients?" Sara asked.

"I was just trying to get you to understand the importance of eating healthy."

"Well, it worked. You sure have a different style of getting your point across, but you were very direct. I like that you didn't beat around the bush."

"Pregnancy isn't a game, there are things that you need to know to ensure the health of both you and your baby."

"Is there anything else I need to do?" Sara asked.

The doctor looked back to her chart. "You're a vegetarian?" she questioned.

"Yes, is that a problem too?"

"No, that can be very healthy, you just need to make sure you get enough iron and calcium."

"Well, I eat dairy, bread, and greens, so that shouldn't be too much of a problem."

The doctor nodded. "I am going to write you a prescription for prenatal vitamins. These will help to ensure that you get the right amount of nutrients into your system."

"Anything else?"

"You need to decrease your stress level."

Sara emitted a dry laugh. "I deal with criminals and the dead every day, there is always going to be stress."

"I realize that, but if you get worked up like you just did, it could mean more problems for you or the baby. You need to take the time to relax and get things under control. Try talking about things, taking a few deep breaths, or taking up a new hobby."

"My boss told me to do that once."

"Did you listen?"

"I tried a few things, but I didn't get very far."

"Well, try again and see if you can find something that will help you to relax."

"What do I do if this happens again?" Sara gestured to her position on the couch.

"If you ever feel dizzy or faint, you need to stop what you're doing and lay down and put your feet up. After a few minutes, you should start to feel better, and then you can return to what you were doing. It is important that you don't overexert yourself."

Sara sat up and swung her feet off of the couch. "Is this common?" Sara asked.

"Very, especially with first time mothers."

"Well, at least I wasn't the first."

"You certainly won't be the last either," the doctor smiled.

The doctor flipped through her papers once again. "You're also going to want to talk to your boss about any hazards you might encounter on the job. With the nature of your job, there might be special precautions or certain chemicals you might need to avoid."

"Well, our standard precautions protect us from most hazards, but I'll make sure I don't come into contact with any particularly hazardous fumes."

The doctor nodded. "That would be a very good thing," the doctor replied, "if you wouldn't want your baby in a particular situation, don't expose yourself to the situation."

"I get migraine headaches quite often," Sara explained, "is it safe for me to take my medication if I need it?"

The doctor looked down at Sara's chart and noted the type of medication she was prescribed. "During the first trimester of pregnancy, and frankly, the entire pregnancy, we try to reduce the drugs entering the system that could disrupt the formation of the baby's organs. If you have a particularly bad migraine, you should try taking acetaminophen. For now, I do not suggest that you take any other medications."

Sara nodded. This is going to be fun, if I get a migraine, it's going to be a killer. "Is there anything else?"

"No, I think that's all," the doctor stated, "just remember to eat well and get plenty of rest. If you have any more questions, you can call my office."

"Thank you," Sara spoke, shaking the woman's hand.

The doctor led Sara out of the office, and Sara walked out to her car. Wow, I need to go home and get some sleep, I'm exhausted. Who knew going to a doctor's appointment could be so exhausting? Forgetting about calling Grissom, Sara started up her car and headed for home.

"The prosecution would like to call CSI Dr. Gil Grissom to the stand," the prosecuting attorney spoke.

Grissom was sitting right behind the prosecution's table, leaning his head on his left hand. This headache is killing me, it would have helped if I had my medication with me. It also would have helped if I wasn't here to begin with. "Dr. Grissom, please come to the stand," the judge spoke.

I hope Sara's doing okay, her appointment would have started a few minutes ago. The prosecuting attorney turned around in his chair and startled Grissom, causing him to sit back up. "Gil, we've called you to the stand two times, you need to get up there," the prosecuting attorney barked.

Grissom struggled to keep his face impassive as he vacated his seat and headed up to the witness stand. I need to get myself under control, I can't believe I was daydreaming in court. I just need to get done testifying so I can go home. "Is everything okay Dr. Grissom?" the judge asked after he had been sworn in.

"Yes your honor," Grissom spoke, "I apologize to the court for the delay."

The judge nodded, and the prosecution began it's questioning.

Following his court mishap, Grissom returned home. Sara still hadn't arrived, for her car wasn't in the driveway, and after checking his cell phone, he realized that she still hadn't called. I guess she's not done yet. I'm sure she'll find me when she gets home. Grissom went straight to the bathroom, retrieved his migraine medication, and swallowed the pills with a cup of water. He dragged himself into the bedroom, stripped down to his boxers, and slid under the covers. He brought his hand to his head and tried to get comfortable. If the ringing would just stop, I might be able to get some sleep. I've had more than enough for today. Grissom reached over to the alarm clock radio, turned it on, and slipped the dial so it fell in between two stations. He adjusted the volume so it wasn't as loud, and he tried to drown out the ringing so he could get to sleep. Grissom eventually turned onto his left side, pulled Sara's pillow close to him, and drifted off to sleep.
When Sara pulled into the driveway, she realized her mistake when she saw Grissom's vehicle. I forgot to call Grissom, I hope he isn't worried. Sara let herself into the house and set her prescription and pamphlets down on the kitchen table. She entered the bedroom and found Grissom asleep on the bed, his arms wrapped around her pillow, his body strewn across the whole bed. Well, it wouldn't have mattered if I had called him anyway, I would have just woken him up. He sure looks comfortable, too bad he didn't leave any room for me to join him. Sara heard the obnoxious sound of the radio static and frowned. Why the hell does he have the radio on like that? Sara walked around to his side of the bed, turned the radio off, and set the alarm for later that evening. She put on her pajamas, grabbed a spare pillow and blanket out of the closet, and headed out into the living room. She laid down on the couch and tried to snuggle into the pillow. Well, I guess it's the couch for today. It's not that bad anyway, I just need some sleep. Grissom and I can talk later, we sure have plenty to discuss. Sara rested her hand on her stomach and drifted off to sleep while thinking about the future.