When Grissom woke up later that evening, he noticed that the alarm clock radio was no longer playing. That's odd, maybe Sara turned it off when she came in. Grissom looked back to the bed and realized that Sara was not laying in it. Well, she's not here, but she still could have turned it off. Grissom realized that the alarm was set to go off, so he turned it off and got out of bed. Grissom pulled a pair of sweatpants on and ventured out of the bedroom to find Sara.

As Grissom entered the living room, he realized Sara was sleeping on the couch. I can't believe she's doing this again, especially since she's pregnant. There is no way she can be comfortable on that couch. "Honey," Grissom spoke, rubbing a hand up and down her arm.

Sara opened her eyes and groaned. "Why are you waking me up?" Sara mumbled.

"Why are you sleeping on the couch again?"

"You were taking up the entire bed."

"You should have woken me up when you got home, or at least pushed me over," Grissom spoke, "my pregnant wife should not be sleeping on the couch."

Sara closed her eyes again and gave him a small smile. Sara sat up and felt a rumbling in her stomach. "I think someone's a little hungry," Grissom stated, smiling and reaching to rub her stomach.

Sara's thoughts drifted back to the words that the doctor said earlier. You need to eat something before you go to work. "Yeah, I guess I am a little hungry," Sara acknowledged, "are you volunteering to make breakfast?"

"Sure, why not? You can go take a shower and get ready while I cook. Omelets sound okay?"

Sara nodded and got up from the couch to head to the bathroom.

After Grissom got the omelet started in the pan, he sat down at the table with a cup of coffee. He noticed the pamphlets laying there and slid them over in front of him. Grissom skimmed the titles of the pamphlets; Pregnancy: The Basics, Development, What to Avoid, What to Expect, Diet. Grissom flipped the omelet in the pan over before he picked up the diet pamphlet and started to flip through it.

When Sara entered the kitchen, Grissom had their omelets sitting on the table, and he was still reading the diet pamphlet. Sara sat across from him and took a sip of the orange juice he had poured for her. "Don't even start talking to me about that," Sara stated after setting her juice down.

Grissom set the pamphlet down and looked her in the eye. "Did I say anything?" he asked.

"You were thinking it."

"How did it go at the doctor's office?"

"Everything's okay," Sara stated, but her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

Grissom realized she wasn't telling him everything. "But?"

"She wants me to make sure that I eat enough."

Grissom nodded, knowing her current eating patterns didn't match the diet described in the pamphlet. "Well, you can start off with that omelet," Grissom stated, giving her a small smile.

Sara cut a piece off of her omelet and placed it in her mouth. When she swallowed, she could feel her stomach start to protest. "Griss, I don't think I can eat this," Sara spoke, pushing the omelet away.

Grissom watched Sara's face go pale, and Sara bolted from her chair to get to the bathroom. Grissom set his fork down and followed her. Since she was getting back up from the floor when he got there, he waited at the door while Sara brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out. When Sara was done, she walked over to Grissom and wrapped her arms around him. "How about some toast?" Grissom asked.

Sara smiled and kissed his chest. "I guess I can manage that. I'll have something else at work later."

They let go of each other, and Grissom led Sara back out to the kitchen. At least morning sickness doesn't last for forever.

Two weeks later, Sara was sitting in the locker room with her head down when Catherine walked in. "You know, it's just going to get harder and harder to conceal this," Catherine stated, "how many times is this today?"

"Three," Sara spoke, keeping her head down, "I can't seem to keep anything down."

"The wonders of pregnancy."

Sara lifted her head up and took a deep breath. "I need to go catch up with Nick, he's probably wondering where I disappeared to," Sara stated, "we're supposed to be going to a 419."

"I'll catch you later," Catherine replied, "maybe we can go for breakfast after shift."

"I'm not so sure about that, I think I'm just going to want to go home."

"Okay, maybe another time."

Sara nodded and headed out of the break room to meet Nick in the parking lot.

"What did you do Sar, get lost?" Nick asked when he started their drive to the scene.

"No, Cath held me up," Sara fabricated.

"Doesn't she have a case to work on too?"

"Yeah, but she just wanted to say a few things," Sara sighed, "we're on the way to the scene Nick, that's all that matters."

Nick didn't pursue any further conversation, and they continued their drive to the scene in silence. I have had enough of this, this morning sickness is driving me insane.

Sara and Nick were doing a second walkthrough of the scene when Sara began to feel dizzy. "Nick, I think I need some air," Sara spoke.

Nick turned to Sara and saw her ashen face. He took her arm and started to lead her out of the house. "What's wrong?" Nick asked.

When Sara got outside of the house, she took a few deep breaths and tried to regain her composure. Nick stood in front of her and tried to look into her eyes. "What's wrong Sar?" Nick asked again.

The officer stationed at the door looked at Nick and tried to figure out what was going on. "Just watch the scene," Nick instructed.

Nick turned his attention back to Sara. Sara started to sway, and Nick wrapped his arm tightly around her back so she wouldn't fall. "I need to sit down," Sara managed to get out.

Nick slowly lowered her down onto the grass, and Sara laid back so she was flat with the ground. Nick knelt down so he was next to her head. "Sar, what is going on?" Nick asked once again, worried about what could be happening within her.

"I'm okay, I'm just really dizzy," Sara replied, closing her eyes.

"Do you need a doctor?"

"No, I just need a few minutes. Can you get something to put under my feet?"

Keeping Sara in his line of sight, Nick walked over to the department vehicle and pulled a spare field kit from the back. After putting the kit under her feet, he resumed his position next to her and pulled his cell phone off of his belt. "Sar, I've got to call Griss," Nick explained, "you want to tell me what's going on?"

"Nick, just call him, he knows already."

Nick frowned and speed dialed Grissom. "Grissom," he answered.

"Grissom, I've got a problem at my scene," Nick stated.

"What's the problem?"

"Sara's not feeling so good. Right now I've got her outside laying on the ground, she insists she doesn't need to see a doctor."

Grissom grabbed his keys and walked out into the parking lot to leave for their scene. "Do you have her feet up? Is she in any pain?" Grissom asked, worried about her condition.

Sara could hear every word that Grissom was saying, so she shook her head when she heard his question. "Griss, I've got her feet up, and she says she's not in any pain, she's just dizzy and faint. What is going on with her?"

Grissom ignored the question and asked one of his own. "Do you need anyone else to help you process that scene?"

"No, I should be able to manage it by myself," Nick replied, "do you know what's going on with her?"

Grissom hesitated to tell him, but he figured he should know. "She's pregnant Nick. Dizziness is a common symptom of early pregnancy, it goes along with morning sickness. Just keep her calm and stay with her until I get there."

That's what I figured. "Alright Griss, I've got everything under control."

Nick closed his cell phone and turned back to Sara, who had heard their entire conversation. "You're pregnant?"

"Yeah," Sara spoke, slightly nodding her head.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Sara opened her eyes and gave him a small smile. "We wanted to wait. I'm only ten weeks along."

"Well, we had our suspicions."

"I figured as much."

Sara brought a hand across her eyes and took a deep breath. "How do you feel now?" Nick asked.

"I'm okay," Sara stated, starting to get up.

Nick placed a hand on her shoulder so she couldn't move. "You're not moving until Griss gets here, I'm not going to let you do anything to get him mad at me."

Sara smiled and closed her eyes again. "I feel so stupid, I couldn't even process a simple homicide."

"Well, you know that you have a lot of things going on right now," Nick stated, "maybe this is a sign that you shouldn't be trying to do so much. How much sleep did you get last night?"

"Five hours."

"You definitely need more sleep than that."

"I know Nick, you don't need to lecture me too. Today just hasn't been a good day, or a good night."

"Pretty bad morning sickness, huh?"

"Yeah, as Catherine so nicely pointed out to me before."

"Catherine knows?"

"Yeah, she figured it out a couple of weeks ago, so I was kind of forced to tell her."

"Well, you know we're all here to support you, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"I think congratulations are in order also."

"Yeah, yeah," Sara muttered.

They continued to carry on a casual conversation until Grissom arrived. "Nick, please go start processing the scene," Grissom stated.

"Feel better Sar," Nick said, squeezing her hand before he stood up.

Nick walked back into the house, and Grissom took his place next to Sara. "Are you okay?" Grissom asked, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face.

"Yeah, I was just really dizzy, and now I'm really tired."

"Alright, let's get you over to the car, I'm taking you home," Grissom stated.

When Sara didn't protest, Grissom was rather concerned. Wow, she really is exhausted. I'll have to make sure she gets more sleep during the day. "Are you okay to walk?" Grissom asked.

"Yeah, just help me up off of the ground."

Grissom removed the field kit from underneath her legs and helped her to sit up on the ground. "Are you still okay?"

"Yeah," Sara replied.

Grissom wrapped an arm around her back and helped her up of off the ground. After he was sure that she was steady on her feet, Grissom led her over to the car. He opened the back door and helped her to sit down on the seat. "I want you to lay down and get comfortable on the way home," Grissom spoke, "just take it easy."

Grissom closed her door and walked around the car to get into the driver's seat. He looked into the back seat to see if Sara was resting comfortably. Sara was laying on her right side with her eyes closed and her arms resting under her head. Her legs were bent at the knee and curled up toward her chest. "Are you okay honey?" Grissom asked.

Sara opened her eyes and looked into his. "I'm fine, let's just go home," Sara said quietly.

Grissom turned back around and started the drive toward their house. She's supposed to be on her left side, but a short drive isn't going to hurt her. I'll have to watch over her a bit more. That and try to get some more food into her, she's still too thin, and I know she's not going to want to hear about it from the doctor again. I guess we've just got a lot to talk about.

The drive home took longer than normal because Grissom was driving quite slow, but Sara didn't seem to notice. After Grissom had pulled into the driveway and turned the car off, he looked into the backseat to find Sara sleeping. He walked around to the backseat passenger's side door and opened it, hoping to help Sara out of the car and into the house. He hated to wake her, but it was necessary in order to get her out of the car. "Sara, honey, we're home," Grissom spoke, running his hand through her hair.

Sara brought her hand to her head and sat up in the backseat. She slid over to the edge of the seat and allowed Grissom to help her out of the car. He wrapped an arm around her back and led her up to the front door. Grissom walked with her into the bedroom, and the two of them sat down on the edge of the bed. "Gil, I don't want to talk now, I just want to get undressed and lay down. I am absolutely exhausted," Sara spoke.

"Can I help you with anything?" Grissom asked, rubbing a hand across her back.

"Last time I checked, I still knew how to get undressed," Sara stated, "why don't you go back to work, I'll be fine here."

"No way," Grissom replied, "I want to be here in case you need anything. You are not going to be able to convince me to leave, so save your energy. I will leave you alone so you can get changed and into bed. I'll be in the living room if you need me."

Grissom got up off of the bed and moved to leave the bedroom. "Gil," Sara spoke before he could leave.

Grissom turned around and saw that Sara was near tears. What happened within the lapse of thirty seconds? I've heard about the effects of pregnancy hormones, but I've never witnessed them firsthand. Grissom walked back across the room, sat on the bed, and pulled her into his arms. Sara rested her head on his chest as tears ran down her cheeks. "Shh, everything is okay," Grissom whispered, "it's just been a long day."

Sara sniffled and tried to stop her tears. "It's just that so many things are changing. I'm used to going into work on whatever sleep I have gotten and getting through it with no problem. I'm also used to eating when I want to, and actually being able to eat. Now I can hardly keep anything down. I'll be fine for a while, and then I'll feel horrible."

"Well, hormones do tend to mess with your body," Grissom tried to explain.

"Tell me about it. I can't believe I'm crying right now," Sara tried to wipe away her tears.

Grissom pulled slightly away from Sara so he could kiss her forehead. "How about getting you ready for bed?" Grissom changed the subject, trying to distract her somewhat.

"Can you join me?" Sara asked, "I'm sure your old body could use some rest too."

"Who are you calling old?" Grissom feigned hurt before briefly kissing her lips.

"Oh, sorry, did I do that?" Sara shot back.

Grissom kissed Sara again and gave her another quick hug. When the two separated, Sara pulled her clothes off and put a long t-shirt on, and Grissom stripped down to his boxers. They both relaxed under the covers, and Grissom pulled Sara to his chest. Grissom's hands made their way under Sara's t-shirt, and he rested them on her stomach. "You're a quarter of the way there," Grissom stated, kissing the back of her neck.

"I hadn't even thought about that," Sara stated, "I've been thinking about so many other things."

"When is your next appointment?"

"In two weeks. Every four weeks until twenty-eight weeks, every two after that until thirty-six weeks, then every week."

"Someone's been doing some research," Grissom teased.

"No, someone got lectured by her doctor."

The two laid in silence for a minute until Grissom spoke. "I had to tell Nick," Grissom stated, hoping she wouldn't be angry.

"I know, I heard you," Sara replied, "I think we need to tell everyone when we go into work later. It's not right to keep it from them anymore."

"Okay, we can tell them before assignments."

After a few minutes, Grissom started to speak to Sara again, but he realized that she had fallen asleep. Not very tired at all, but wanting some time to just lay with Sara, Grissom kept his arms around her, and his thoughts drifted to various topics. We need to talk about work when she wakes up. It's going to come up eventually, and I'd like to talk about it before she becomes more uncomfortable. I sure hope she feels better when she wakes up.