Title: Changes

Rating: PG

Pairings: G/S

Category: Romance

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't own 'em. Don't sue me.

Summary: It's been seven months since Nick was kidnapped and rescued. Everything had changed. GSR, I swear. Each chap is a different character's POV.

A/N: This is a future-fic. And it is not beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. Oh, and please review!

WARRICK

Catherine had called him two days ago just as he was going to bed for the day and he had groused when he saw her number on the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Warrick, it's Catherine," she sounded very awake and excited about something, "I'm leaving Gil's right now."

"And?" Warrick asked, waiting for her to explain why she'd called.

"And something is definitely going on with him," she told him, sounding almost giddy at the prospect of discovering one of Gil Grissom's many secrets, "His entire townhouse has been redecorated, 'Rick. And I'm not just talking rearranging furniture. He painted every room, bought new furniture, a new TV- he even remodeled the bathroom!"

"So he redecorated, Cath, big deal," Warrick told her, muffling a yawn, "Maybe he's just having a mid-life crisis."

Catherine snorted at that, "Oh please! This is Grissom we're talking about."

"Warrick sighed, "Cath, give it up. If Grissom wanted you to know every detail of his life, he'd tell you. So what? He's got a personal life, good for him, give the man some space."

There was a pause before Catherine snapped, "You know something!"

Warrick rolled his eyes, "Goodbye, Catherine."

And he had hung up, shutting off his cell and disconnecting his home phone.

The truth was, he did know what was going on with Grissom. He had meant to find out, but he had, only hours before Catherine had called to gloat about her suspicions. He and Sara had been assigned a 419 with suspicious circs out in Hendersen. When they'd arrived on the scene, no one really had any details for them and they had gone into the house blind. Warrick did the initial walkthrough- Sara having volunteered to take the perimeter- finding nothing to out of the ordinary aside from the bodies of forty-three year old Marianne Cross and her fifteen year old daughter Julia. Neither of the victims had a mark on them which explained the suspicious circs. Warrick continued processing the scene and was joined by Sara a few minutes later.

"So nothing outside leads me to believe this was a homicide," she said, kneeling down beside Marianne's body, "Did you find anything?"

Warrick shook his head, "I'm thinking they were poisoned. I haven't found any evidence of it, but I haven't found any evidence of violence either."

"Have you checked the kitchen?" Sara asked, "Toxins under the sink?"

"Go for it," Warrick said, gesturing toward the door, "I've been in here the entire time."

And she had disappeared into the Cross' kitchen. Coming back into the living room a few minutes later to report that she hadn't found anything unusual.

After releasing the bodies to David, they'd gotten to work again. They had spent the better part of an hour combing through the house before Sara suddenly turned pale, clamped her hand over her mouth and ran out the door. Warrick dropped the bindle he'd been holding and followed her out.

When he found her, she'd been standing beside the Denali, doubled over with her hands on her stomach. She had stopped vomiting but the dry heaves were racking her body. Warrick moved closer to her, rubbing her back and standing with her until she stopped shaking.

"You okay, Sar?" he asked when she'd finally been able to stand up.

"I- I think so," she muttered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

And Warrick's cell phone rang and he stepped away from Sara to answer it.

"Brown."

"Warrick, it's David. COD on your victims? Carbon monoxide poisoning," the assistant coroner explained.

"Carbon monoxide?" Warrick repeated, glancing at Sara.

Her eyes widened and she looked like she might throw up again.

"Uh, David, I gotta go," Warrick said quickly, hanging up the phone and reaching for Sara as she turned to vomit on the ground.

"Call Grissom," she rasped between being sick.

And he had and things had gone a little crazy after that. Grissom insisted that Sara be rushed to the emergency room and that he would meet them there. So Warrick drove her and sat in the waiting room until Grissom had arrived. It was in then that he actually found out what was really going on.

Grissom must not have realized that Warrick was sitting near the nurse's station when he approached a nurse and asked for Sara.

"Excuse me," he had said hurriedly, "I'm looking for my fiancé, her name is Sara

Sidle."
Warrick's jaw dropped slightly.

"Mr. Grissom, is it? Sara's been asking for you," the nurse told him, "If you'll just follow me."

"How is she?" Grissom asked.

"Miss Sidle's going to be just fine."

Grissom nodded, "And the baby?"

Grissom still didn't know that he knew and he sure as hell wasn't going to tell him.