"Nick, please, pull over," Sara pleaded, one arm wrapped around her stomach and the other pressed against her mouth.
Taking a quick glance at Sara's pale, worried face, Nick did what she asked and pulled to the side of the road. Opening the door and stumbling onto the sandy, rocky soil, Sara doubled over and lost the small contents of her stomach. Another wave of pain wracked her body as dry heaves took over, and Nick came to her side to try and support her. Sara dropped to her knees when the pain assaulted her back once again. "Nick, it hurts," Sara mumbled, wrapped both of her arms tightly around her stomach.
Taking a moment to try and figure out what was happening to her body, Sara realized the major cause of her pain. "Sara, I'm bringing you to the hospital," Nick stated worriedly, lifting her to her feet, watching her face go pale again.
Something is definitely wrong. After helping her back into the vehicle, Nick turned around and headed back toward Las Vegas. It's letting go so I don't have to let him go.
Choosing to call Catherine to dispatch someone else to their scene, Nick had yet to call Grissom. By the time they had arrived at the hospital, Sara had said enough so that Nick could hypothesize as to what was occurring, but she had pleaded with him the entire ride to wait to call Grissom. He had stalled as long as possible to try and stay true to Sara's wishes, but now sitting in the waiting room, Nick knew that he had to call Grissom. What do I say?
"Nick, where is she?" Grissom asked frantically when he entered the waiting room.
"Griss, just take a seat; you can't go to her right now," Nick tried to explain.
"Why do you mean?" Grissom questioned, his heart racing in his chest and the strain on his voice noticeable.
"The doctor said that she would be out as soon as she was done with Sara. Until then, you just have to sit here and wait."
Grissom slumped into a chair near Nick and put his head into his hands. "Nick, what happened?" Grissom asked, his voice flooding with defeat, "How long have you been here?"
Noticing the doctor reentering the waiting room, Nick breathed a sigh of relief that he wouldn't have to be the one to tell Grissom. "Mr. Stokes, I can take you back to where Ms. Sidle is. We will be ready to release her shortly," the doctor explained.
"That won't be necessary," Nick stated, "this is Mr. Grissom, Sara's emergency contact; he should go back with you."
"Ms. Sidle specifically requested that you be the only one to see her, Mr. Stokes," the doctor reiterated.
Grissom's face fell with the realization that Sara didn't want to see him. What is she hiding from me? "Grissom, come with me; I'll talk to her and get her to see you. Doctor, if you could show us the way," Nick said and gestured to where the doctor had appeared from.
The doctor nodded and the two men followed her.
"Nick, if you could just take me home, I'd greatly appreciate it," Sara spoke, sliding off of the bed to put her shoes on.
Where she had worn black slacks before, she now wore hospital scrubs with her aquamarine t-shirt. She moved stiffly over to the chair where she sat down to put her shoes on. "Sara, maybe you'd like to talk…" Nick started, but then his words dissolved.
"What is there to talk about?" Sara said flippantly, "There wasn't supposed to be a baby and now there isn't."
Listening from his position outside of the door, it took every ounce of Grissom's mental capacity to keep him from barging into the room and pulling Sara into his arms. She was pregnant? She knew? She's been acting weird; she left her birth control; she wanted to talk after shift. Grissom's heart sunk when he realized that he had told her that he didn't want children. Well, I didn't say exactly that but close enough. That's why she was so hesitant about talking to me.
"Sara, I called Grissom, and he's here to see you," Nick stated, and before she could interrupt, he continued, "he…"
"He realizes that he has said some pretty stupid things this past week," Grissom explained walking into the room, "but he would like to take you home so he can discuss some things with you and apologize."
Nick stepped away from Sara and took Grissom's former position outside of the room. "Honey, I don't even know what I'm supposed to say," Grissom admitted, resting his hand on her knee.
Sara smiled, hoping to dispel her tears. "Grissom, I didn't want it either," Sara confessed, "but I didn't end this."
"I know that; it's not your fault," Grissom said compassionately, rubbing his thumb against her knee.
The two fell silent, and Sara stared off into space. "Sara, what did I do?" Grissom asked, wanting to blame something, "What did I do wrong?"
"Besides partake in the festivities? Nothing," Sara stated, clearing his blame, "If you could get my discharge papers, I'd like to go home. We need to talk about a lot of things."
"Sara…" Grissom started, but Sara shook her head.
"Not here, Gil. I want to go home," Sara said firmly.
"Okay, we'll go home," Grissom decided, holding out his hand so he could help Sara up from the chair.
What have I done?