After driving for about half an hour, Sara found herself at Catherine's house. She walked up to the house, pressed the doorbell, and waited for someone to come to the door.
Catherine had been laying in bed when the doorbell rang. I really could use some sleep right now, not a visitor. Catherine got out of bed, put her robe on, and walked out to the door. What she saw when looking through the peephole shocked her. Why are the price tags still on her clothes? Sara's head was down, but she snapped it up when Catherine opened the door. "Sara, are you okay?" Catherine asked, Sara's exhaustion and hurt visible through her eyes.
"Did he tell you?" Sara spoke, her voice low and venomous.
"Did he tell me what?" Catherine replied, not having a clue as to what she was talking about.
Catherine opened the door wider to allow Sara to walk into the house. Sara entered the house and immediately started pacing. Catherine closed the door and leaned against it. "Did you know the whole time that we were out shopping?" Sara continued, still not making much sense.
Catherine thought back to their earlier conversation and realized what Sara was talking about. "Sara, what happened?" Catherine asked.
Sara continued to pace. "Did you know?" Sara repeated, raising her voice.
"I knew that something wasn't right."
Sara stopped pacing and glared at Catherine. "Why didn't you tell me?" Sara asked, her voice breaking.
"All I had was an isolated incident."
"I can't believe this. I have a husband that is practically lying to me and putting up walls as quickly as he can, and my friend saw that something was happening, and she couldn't say anything to me!" Sara shouted, storming back toward the door, "I can't go through this again!"
Catherine allowed Sara to get to the door and open it. "Sara, where are you going to go?" Catherine tried to reason with her, "You can't drive like this."
Sara walked out the door, leaving it open, and started walking down the stairs. After a few steps she grasped tightly to the railing and tried to hold herself up when she felt extremely dizzy. "Cath," she cried out, not wanting to fall and hurt the baby.
Catherine had seen what was happening, and she was at Sara's side in an instant. Sara had only made it down two steps, and it would be much easier and safer to just try and get her back into the house. "Can you make it back up the stairs?" Catherine asked, basically holding her up with the arm that was around her waist.
"Dizzy," Sara mumbled.
"We'll take it slow," Catherine stated, "let go of the railing, I've got you, you're not going to fall."
I sure hope she doesn't fall. I've got to be careful so that if she loses her balance, I can hold her up and not fall with her. Although it was difficult for Sara to make it back up the stairs, Catherine was able to get her back inside of the house without incident. "I need to lay down," Sara stated.
Catherine looked toward the couch, but then decided that the guest bed would be a lot more comfortable considering that Sara would probably be there for a while. "Hold on a little bit longer for me, Sara," Catherine stated, keeping her arm around her and leading her toward the guest bedroom.
Once inside of the bedroom, Catherine eased Sara onto the bed, and she immediately leaned back against the pillows. Catherine left momentarily to grab some extra pillows from the hall closet, and she used them to prop up Sara's legs. Catherine removed Sara's shoes and then sat on the edge of the bed. Sara had her eyes closed, and they were wet around the edges. "Does anything hurt?" Catherine asked, concerned that something other than dizziness might be wrong.
"Cath, he let me go, he didn't follow me," Sara replied, a tear finding its way down her cheek.
Of course you're emotionally dying, but I need to know about physically first. "Sara, the baby," Catherine stated, trying to redirect her attention, "does anything hurt?"
"No," Sara whispered, more tears starting to fall.
Catherine rubbed Sara's arm in reassurance, but Sara pulled away. "Cath, please don't," Sara spoke, trying to contain her tears, "it hurts too much."
Catherine knew Sara was referring to the emotional pain that she was enduring. "If you need anything give a yell," Catherine stated, getting up from the bed and trying to give Sara some space, "I'll be right in the living room."
Keeping her eyes closed, Sara nodded and listened as Catherine left the room. How could he do this to me? After everything, how could he?
Catherine walked into her bedroom and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. She then headed out to the living room, sat on the couch, and picked her cell phone up off of the table. She speed dialed Grissom and waited for him to pick up. When all she got was voicemail, it just made her angrier. "Grissom, I have your wife at my house, and I've got to tell you, you're killing her. I don't know why the hell you're doing this, all I know is that you better figure this out quick."
Satisfied that she had said some of the things that were on her mind, Catherine ended the call and tried calling his house. She still didn't receive an answer, so she left a short message telling Grissom to call. Catherine set her cell phone down on the table and leaned back into the couch. This is such a mess, why didn't I notice this sooner? How did he answer my questions anyway?
When Grissom heard his cell phone ring, he downed another glass of scotch and let the voicemail handle the call. A few minutes later he heard the house phone ring, and Grissom neglected to answer that also. There is no way I'm talking to anyone right now. Grissom continued to drink scotch from his position on the floor, leaning against the couch.
When Catherine went back to check on Sara an hour later, she appeared to be sleeping. Catherine started to close the door and head back to the living room when Sara spoke. "Cath, do you have a phonebook?" Sara asked, opening her eyes.
"What on earth do you need a phonebook for?"
"I want to call Grissom's doctor."
"I'll be right back," Catherine stated.
Catherine walked out to the living room and retrieved the phonebook and the phone. Catherine brought them back to Sara, and she set them on the bed. Sara had sat up in the bed, and she was leaning against the headboard. "Just give me a few minutes Cath," Sara stated, "I'll come out when I'm done."
Catherine nodded and headed out to the kitchen to get some juice for the two of them. Catherine brought the glasses into the living room and waited for Sara to finish.
Once Sara found the doctor's phone number, she called and waited for the secretary to pick up. "I'd like to make an appointment for Gil Grissom," Sara spoke.
"What is your relationship to him?"
"I am his wife. I am calling because my husband had a stapedectomy a little over two years ago to correct his otosclerosis, but he is having problems hearing again. I would like to get an appointment relatively soon if possible."
There was a slight pause on the line while the secretary looked for openings on the computer. "There was a cancellation for two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Is that okay?"
"Yes, that will be fine," Sara replied, "thank you."
Sara turned the phone off and held it in her hands. He's going if I have to drag him myself. Sara used her hands to push her self up on the bed, got up, and walked out to the living room. "How'd it go?" Catherine asked when Sara entered the living room.
Sara walked over to the couch and sat across from Catherine. "Tomorrow, two o'clock," Sara stated, picking up the glass of orange juice that was sitting on the table.
Sara took a drink of the juice and held it in her hands. "Thanks."
"Can I make you something to eat?"
"No, I'm about ready to fall asleep."
"If you want, you can go back to the guest room and lay down."
"I figured I should apologize for before," Sara stated, taking another drink to avoid eye contact with Catherine.
"That's not necessary," Catherine replied, "you want to tell me what happened?"
"I got home, we were laying in bed, I was facing away from him, and I called his name a few times. I asked him a question, turned over, and asked him to answer. When he didn't, he said he couldn't do 'this' right now, and he left the bedroom. I lay in bed for a few minutes and then realized what you had said earlier. I threw on some clothes, and after a few choice words, I stormed out of the house."
"Well, I noticed that," Catherine stated, leaning across the table to pull at the tag that was still hanging from her shirt, "do you think you might want to cut this off?"
Sara looked down at the shirt and laughed. Catherine walked to her desk, grabbed a pair of scissors, and sat back down on the couch. Sara took the scissors from her and cut off all of the offending tags. "I wasn't really thinking about my wardrobe," Sara stated.
"Well, at least your clothes fit now."
The two smiled. Sara finished drinking her orange juice and stood up. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go lay down for a while," Sara spoke.
"That's fine, I should probably go get some sleep too, I've got to go in for shift tonight."
"I'm going too."
"Is that such a good idea?"
"Physically, I feel a lot better than I did before. I can't just sit around, I need to do something. Gil's more comfortable at the lab anyway, he'll probably try to talk to me there."
"Alright, I'll get you up when my alarm goes off. Do you want something to sleep in?"
"Nah, I'll be fine," Sara stated.
Sara left the living room and headed into the guest bedroom. Catherine finished her orange juice and tried calling Grissom one more time. When she still didn't receive an answer, Catherine headed for bed. He's probably just moping around trying to figure out where he went wrong. I'll deal with him later.