Sitting in the locker room after putting her jacket away, Sara's mind began to wander again. You need to tell him. If he says he can't take it, then you can let him go. I don't want to let him go. Just tell him the truth so he doesn't let you go. "Hey, Sara, how was your trip?" Greg asked, popping into the locker room.

Sara's head snapped up as her thoughts diminished once again. "A lot shorter then I had planned," Sara admitted, "Listen, Greg, I need to go talk to Grissom, but I'll see you at assignments, okay?"

"Sure. It's good to see you back," Greg stated.

Sara gave him a small smile. "I never can seem to get away from this place for long," Sara answered.

Not that I'd ever want to. Closing her locker, Sara got up from the bench and headed for Grissom's office.

"Wow, we've parted for ten minutes, and you're back already," Grissom teased when Sara appeared in his doorway.

"I want to make breakfast for you after shift," Sara stated matter-of-factly.

"Okay. Did something happen in the past ten minutes that you thought of this suddenly?" Grissom asked.

"Not really. I just want to be able to spend some time and talk with you after shift, if that's okay with you," Sara hedged.

"That's fine, as long as you don't poison me with some crazy concoction," Grissom joked.

"Ha, ha. I'll meet you in the break room," Sara spoke and left his doorway.

Watching Sara walk away, Grissom couldn't evade his wandering mind. What is this all about? Why does she want to talk to me? She talks to you all the time, Gil. But this is different. It's just different.

Hearing a stifled groan emanate from Sara's direction, Warrick looked up from his paperwork and glanced at her. Sara was stiffly hunched over her paperwork, and her free hand idly rubbed her back. Deciding to ignore the sound for the moment, Warrick turned back toward his paperwork and continued filling out information. When he heard a soft hiss a few minutes later, he became more concerned and looked back at Sara again. "Sara, is everything…" Warrick started, but was cutoff by Sara's abrupt movement out of the chair.

"Warrick, I'll be right back," Sara said, leaving the room and heading for the bathroom.

Worried by her pallor and apparent unease, Warrick gravitated to the door to make sure she reached the ladies' room alright. Noting the time from his watch, Warrick vowed to check on her if she didn't return within ten minutes.

"Are you sure you're feeling up to this, Sara?" Nick asked as they walked out to the parking lot, "Warrick told me you weren't feeling so well at the beginning of your shift, and I've got to tell you; you don't look so good."

"Why thank you, Nick," Sara said facetiously.

"Really, Sara, how are you?" Nick questioned in earnest.

Sara thought of the one thing that would make Nick leave her alone. "Nick, it's just one of those female perks; I'm sure…" Sara started, but Nick cut her off as soon as he realized what she was going to talk about.

"You can relax on the way to the scene," Nick offered, "It looks like we've got a pretty long drive."

Knowing she was successful, Sara smiled inwardly and continued toward the vehicle.

Throughout the entire drive, Nick kept a close eye on Sara, knowing that she was trying to block out her pain. When a slight moan slipped from her lips and her arms wrapped tighter around her stomach, he frowned. Is this normal? This can't be normal. Hoping she would feel better and not wanting to address the issue, Nick continued driving toward the scene, considering that the faster they got finished processing, the faster she could go home.