"Lindsey, are you ready for school? We're going to end up late," Catherine shouted down the hallway.

After a few minutes, Lindsey's door opened, and she emerged slightly haggard looking. "Let's go mom," Lindsey stated, walking toward the door.

"Do you want some food to take with you? You have to be hungry," Catherine stated, taking in her appearance.

"I'll get something at school," Lindsey replied, opening the door, "come on, I'm going to be late."

Catherine followed Lindsey out the door and got into the car. Within a minute, they had started the drive to school.

When Grissom and Sara got home from work that morning, Sara attacked him right after they got inside of the house. She planted an urgent kiss on his lips and pressed her body to his. In a few seconds she had his jacket on the floor, and she was pulling at his shirt. "When you decide that you're ready, you really go for it," Grissom joked, taking the chance to press a few kisses to her neck.

"And oh am I ready," Sara spoke, trying to undo the buttons of his shirt.

When Sara had all of the buttons unbuttoned, she pushed the shirt off of Grissom's shoulders, and Grissom let go of her for a second so he could shrug it off. As soon as the shirt was free, Grissom brought his arms back around Sara and started kissing her once again. Sara didn't waste any time and started pulling at his t-shirt. "Sara, do you think we can take this to the bedroom?" Grissom questioned, halting their progress for a moment.

Sara gave him a quick peck on the lips and dragged him toward the bedroom. Once inside, Sara stood with the backs of her legs against the foot of the bed, and Grissom stood in front of her. Sara quickly removed Grissom's t-shirt and ran her hands across his chest. "You are wearing way too much," Grissom spoke, fingering the bottom of her shirt.

He then brought his hands to her waist and sat her down on the bed. "First we're getting rid of these boots," Grissom stated, kneeling down to lower the zippers and take them off of her feet.

While Grissom was occupied with her feet, Sara ran her hands through his thick curls and leaned forward to kiss the top of his head. When Grissom was finished removing Sara's boots and socks, he took a quick second to remove his own shoes and socks. He then stood up and returned his hands to the hem of Sara's shirt. In a quick movement, Sara's shirt was discarded, and Grissom leaned her back on the bed. "Your pants madam," Grissom stated, tugging on the cuffs.

Sara undid the button and zipper, leaned up, and Grissom tugged her pants off. Sara shifted up on the bed so her legs were no longer hanging over the edge. After removing his belt, Grissom stripped off his own pants and threw them to the side. Seconds later he was leaning over Sara, kissing her again. "Turn over," Sara spoke in between kisses.

Grissom turned to his side and rolled over so Sara was resting against him. "You need to lose this," Grissom stated, reaching for the clasp of her bra.

"Then you need to lose these," Sara pulled at his boxers.

Grissom removed the last of Sara's clothes, and they lay before each other completely uncovered. Their conversation stopped, leaving their lips and hands to convey their emotions.

Catherine cooked spaghetti, and she and Lindsey shared it for dinner. "Mom, why didn't you and dad get along very well?" Lindsey asked, continuing to eat her dinner.

Catherine was shocked by her daughter's abrupt question, and she had to take a moment to swallow her drink. "Your father had some problems Lindsey. He tried to drag me down with him, but some friends pulled me off of that road."

"He loved you."

"That may very well be true, but he loved his lifestyle more. Love can't solve everything, a lot of times it isn't enough."

"He cheated on you."

"Yes."

"You loved him."

Catherine took another sip of her drink to stall. "Yes."

"I miss him, a lot. Maybe the next time you try to talk about him, you can remember that you loved him, and I loved him too. You don't have to make him seem so evil all of the time."

Catherine didn't know how to respond to Lindsey's statement. "I need to go get ready for work," Catherine stated, getting up from the table, leaving an almost full plate of spaghetti behind.

Catherine fled the kitchen and went to her bedroom. Lindsey stayed at the table to finish her spaghetti. It's always work.

Later that evening, everyone was in the break room, and they were waiting for Grissom to arrive. "How did things make out with Lindsey?" Warrick asked Catherine.

"Alright I guess," Catherine stated, pushing their earlier conversation out of her mind, "she decided to do something to stand out again."

"What did she get into this time?"

"She had a friend sneak over in the middle of the night, and they got into my alcohol supply."

"Was she wasted?" Greg asked.

Catherine shot him a look but replied. "Hung over."

"Where is she now?" Warrick asked.

"My sister's. I told her she has to go back there every night until she gives me a reason to trust her again."

"Did you talk to her?"

"Yeah, I hope some of it actually lodged in her brain this time. I don't want to be dealing with this again in a few weeks."

When Grissom entered the room, their conversation ceased, and they received their assignments.

"Today is a very good day," Sara spoke, kissing Grissom's lips.

Grissom and Sara were laying in bed, Grissom laying on his back, and Sara laying next to him on her side. "Hmm, let's see," Grissom teased, rubbing his hand across his beard.

Sara pulled away and poked his stomach. Grissom brought his hand down and rested it over her still practically flat stomach. "Would this have anything to do with it?" Grissom asked, running his fingers across her stomach.

"This is a really good thing Griss," Sara spoke, kissing his shoulder.

"Believe me, I know. Fourteen weeks down," Grissom replied, stilling his movements.

Sara smiled but did not reply. "You want to celebrate?" Grissom asked, cupping her cheek and kissing her.

"I thought you'd never ask," Sara replied, rolling so she was on top of him.

The two took their time to celebrate their pregnancy milestone.

By her twentieth week, Sara had started showing, and her clothes weren't fitting quite right. She knew she had to go shopping for maternity clothes because she was barely fitting into the pants that were big on her before, but she didn't feel like dealing with the crowds. I can stall a few more days. Catherine will probably say something and make me go shopping anyway.

When Grissom and Sara were both ready to go to work, Grissom led her out the door and to the car. They held each other's hands on their way to work.

Sara was reaching for a cup in the break room when Catherine walked in. "Sara, you definitely need to go shopping," Catherine stated, noticing how tight her pants were when her shirt hiked up.

Sara retrieved a cup and pulled her shirt back down. "I don't even see how you can walk around in those pants, they look so uncomfortable," Catherine continued while Sara filled the cup up with water.

"Thanks Cath, come straight out and tell me I'm fat," Sara joked, taking a sip of her water.

"Are you doing anything after shift?"

"No."

"Now you are. I'm taking you shopping, you can't walk around like that any longer."

"I knew you were going to say something."

"You've just been stalling. I promise, we won't stay out too long."

"Not longer than two hours Cath," Sara stated, "I need to get my sleep."

"Yeah, we don't need you any crankier than you already are," Catherine joked.

Sara tried to suppress her smile, but the corners of her mouth tilted up. "I'll drive," Catherine spoke, "I can drop you home afterward."

Sara nodded, and they ended their conversation when Nick and Warrick entered the room.

Halfway through the shift, Catherine went to Grissom's office. His head was leaning on his left hand, which was placed against his ear. His eyes were focused on the laptop in front of him. "Gil, I wrapped up the murder case I was working on. Has anything new come in yet?" Catherine asked.

Grissom kept staring at the computer screen and occasionally hit the down arrow on the keyboard. "Grissom, is there anything new?" Catherine asked impatiently.

When Grissom still didn't look up, Catherine had had enough. She quickly walked forward and pushed his laptop closed. Grissom sat up straight again and looked at her in shock. "Where are you, a million miles away? Did you hear a word I said?" Catherine asked.

Their eyes met, and her words quickly developed further meaning. Although his face didn't change, Grissom's eyes portrayed guilt. "What is so important that you had to barge in here Cath? Not that you ever knock anyway," Grissom stated, annoyed by her actions.

Catherine walked behind Grissom's chair, and Grissom tried to turn around. Catherine kept her hands on the back of the chair so he couldn't move. "Are there any new cases?" Catherine asked, keeping him facing forward.

"No, but Nick could use some help at his scene," Grissom replied, not missing a beat.

"What does he have?" Catherine asked, still not fully convinced.

"A 419, weren't you at assignments? Maybe you're the one who needs to listen."

Catherine turned his chair around and stared at him. "I don't know what is going on with you," Catherine stated, "but something is not right. Get it figured out so Sara doesn't have to deal with your burden and the pregnancy."

Catherine marched out of Grissom's office before he could comment. Grissom reopened his laptop and stared at the screen once again. I'm not a burden, am I?

When Catherine took Sara shopping after shift, Catherine was more than her usual chatty self, almost too talkative. "Is something bothering you Cath?" Sara asked while they were walking between stores in the mall.

Catherine didn't want to say anything, because she didn't want to worry Sara. "No, I'm just excited that I'm helping you to pick out some new clothes," Catherine stated.

Sara saw right through her lie. "Right Cath, believe me, I'm not excited at all. I just want to have something that I can fit into."

"Is Gil nervous about the baby?" Catherine asked.

"We both are. It's new territory for the two of us. As I get bigger, being parents gets closer and closer to reality. It's kind of daunting."

Catherine smiled. "You'll do fine, you can't do any worse than I did."

"Cath, you've done fine. Sure you've had some problems with Lindsey, but she's a good kid."

"Yeah, she just gets herself in some pretty big messes sometimes."

"You had an appointment this week, didn't you?"

"Yeah, it went well."

"Gil probably asks a lot of questions, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, but he's not hovering as much as he was. I'm still pretty light, but my doctor isn't as worried about me being underweight as she was before."

"For twenty weeks you are kind of small."

"My doctor assures me everything is fine. I've been putting on the pounds as instructed, that's what brought us here in the first place," Sara smiled.

"Have you felt the baby move yet?"

"No, but Grissom figured out that he could hear the baby's heartbeat, and he likes to press his head to my stomach to find it."

"Oh," Catherine uttered before she could stop herself.

Sara raised an eyebrow. "Is there something wrong with that?"

Maybe I was just jumping to conclusions. "No, nothing," Catherine replied.

They walked into another maternity store and headed to look for various clothes. Catherine was quickly back to normal once again, and they were picking out more clothes.

When Catherine dropped Sara off at home, Sara carried all of her purchases inside. She left the bags by the bedroom closet, undressed, and slid into bed next to Grissom. "Did you have a good time," Grissom asked, facing her.

"Yes, wonderful," Sara said sarcastically.

Grissom smiled. "How many new things did you get?"

"Enough."

"Do you have to do any more shopping?"

"Not now. We'll have to do other baby shopping later, but I had enough for today."

Grissom turned onto his side and pulled Sara with him. Grissom and Sara lay on their left sides, Sara spooned into Grissom's chest. Grissom rested his hands on her stomach, and he kept drawing small circles across her skin. "Gil," Sara spoke, trying to get his attention.

Grissom kept drawing circles on her stomach. "Gil," Sara tried again when he didn't reply.

Grissom pulled her closer to him, but he did not speak. "Gil, I know you're awake. Why can't you talk to me?" Sara asked.

When Grissom still didn't reply, Sara pulled away from him and turned over to face him. "What did I do?" Grissom asked when he saw the frown on Sara's face.

"Answer my question," Sara instructed.

"What question?"

"Were you listening at all?" Sara snipped, slightly annoyed.

Grissom closed his eyes and tried to assess the situation. "I can't do this right now," Grissom stated, pulling away from her and swinging his legs off of the edge of the bed.

Grissom pulled a pair of sweatpants on and walked toward the door. "You can't do what?" Sara asked, concerned about the way he was acting.

Grissom didn't say anything, he just walked out the bedroom door and pulled it closed before he headed to the living room to sit down on the couch. Sara pulled a pillow to her chest and squeezed it with all of her might as a barrage of emotions ran through her. Sara curled into a ball but did not cry. Did I do something wrong? What is bothering him so much that he won't speak to me? Sara thought about her earlier confusing conversations with Catherine, and her mood shifted.Sara's sadness and uncertainty was quickly replaced by anger. She got out of bed, quickly pulled some of her new clothes on, slipped on a pair of shoes, and stormed out of the bedroom. She grabbed her keys from the table in the living room and walked toward the front door. "Sara, don't," Grissom stated, trying to get her to stay in the house.

Sara flipped around, and Grissom could tell how angry she was. "Apparently you can't do this. Do what, I don't have a clue. All I know is that you're keeping something from me, and I can't deal with that right now. You hid it from me before, and you're hiding it from me now. It was bad enough before, Gil, I can't deal with your avoidance again. Go ahead, live in silence."

Sara walked out the front door and slammed it behind her. Grissom dropped his head into his hands and sighed. I don't need this. Grissom got up from the couch and went to retrieve his bottle of scotch and a glass.