A/N: I'm glad you all seem happy with the story so far; I'm pretty shocked this is the 44th chapter! I hope you like this next one!
"Hodges tested the fiber found in the victim's back; It's wood," Sara informed Gil.
He was seated behind his large desk; Sara in the green plastic chair she always sat in when in his office.
"Wood? That's odd; Anything else for me?"
She stood up from the chair and walked around the desk; She kissed him on the cheek then walked to the door.
"Babe?" Gil called, a smile on his tired face.
"Yes?"
She turned around and suddenly found herself feeling sick; She gasped and ran out of the office, one hand clamped over her mouth and the other clutching her stomach.
"Sara?" She heard Gil shout but his voice seemed far away.
As she entered the restroom and wheeled into the nearest stall, she felt a hand gently stroke her back and hold her hair out of her face as she emptied her stomach contents.
"Sar? You okay?" Gil asked once she had finished.
Slowly standing upright, Sara wasn't sure whether she was okay or not.
She wiped the corner of her mouth on the back of her hand; Nodding yes, she just wanted the horrible taste to leave her mouth.
"I need a drink," She mumbled as she wandered over to the sink.
Cupping her hand under the faucet, Sara took a small sip of the water, swished it around in her mouth and spit it out; She repeated this a few times before shutting the water off and pulling a paper towel out of the dispenser.
"Are you okay?" Gil inquired once again.
With a shake of her head, Sara smiled briefly at her husband; He took her hand in his and the two exited the restroom.
"What the hell were you doing in the woman's bathroom?" A giggling voice questioned from behind.
Without turning around, both Sara and Gil knew who the voice was.
"Jenna, I swear you get more immature with each passing day," Sara joked.
The brunette tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear with a smile on her face.
"Ha-ha, you're so funny. Are we hanging out tonight?"
"Mm-hmm, but just movies, okay? I really don't feel like shopping or anything," Sara answered with a grin.
"Cool. See you at 7!" Jenna replied as she walked into the locker room.
Sara glanced at her watch; Much to her surprise, shift was over. It sure didn't feel like she had worked an entire shift.
"Ready to go?" Gil asked.
The two were still holding hands; He gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb as they walked outside.
"Yeah. I just want to go home and cuddle with Liz."
At The House
"Liz, we're home!" Sara shouted as she walked into the house.
A yelp, a bang and the patter of feet signaled Liz was on her way to greet her parents, followed closely behind by Lily.
"Mommy! I missed you," The small girl told her mother as she gave her a hug.
"I missed you too! Let's go sit on the couch and watch some TV, okay?"
Sara walked off to the living room with Liz in her arms, giving Catherine a little wave as she went.
"Hey, any problems?" Gil asked as he untied his shoes.
"No. She had a coughing fit but she's okay now; Something wrong with Sara? She didn't look too well."
The strawberry blond slipped on her jacket; The low sound of the TV came from the living room as Gil dropped his keys on the table by the door, almost as if that were it's signal to turn on.
"I'm not sure. She got sick at the lab but I didn't press it; She's probably coming down with strep or something. Are you watching movies tonight with Sara and Jenna?"
Catherine slapped her forehead with her hand.
"I completely forgot about that! Yeah I am; I'll talk to you later. Tell Sara I'll see her later!"
She left the house with a sigh, almost as if she were mad at herself for forgetting about movie night.
Gil wandered to the kitchen with one question weighing on his mind; Why had Sara gotten sick?
When he had reached the fridge, he opened the door and grabbed a water bottle; Questions swirled around his mind.
Of course, he kept these questions to himself; Sara sprinted into the kitchen, stopping briefly by the island in the center of the room.
"Thought I had to be sick but it must have been a false alarm," She sighed. With a gasp, she clasped her hand over her mouth and took off for the restroom once again, mumbling as she went, "Nope, not a false alarm."
Gil hated seeing her sick; It broke his heart even more than seeing Liz sick. But he didn't know that the problem lying ahead was much bigger than being sick.
Sara sighed as she flung the door to the large bathroom closet open, looking for anything to take away the sickness.
Medicine of any type wasn't found very often in the Grissom household; Liz's throat medicine and an unopened box of Tylenol were the only drugs Sara could think of that were in the house.
With an angry groan, she grabbed the doorknob, completely ready to slam the door shut but a small pink box on the top shelf of the closet/cupboard made her stop.
"What is that?" She whispered to herself.
Standing on her tiptoes, Sara stretched her arm up and pulled the box down; In an instant, she recognized the items.
Pregnancy strips.
Laughing at herself, she moved to put the box back but froze once again.
"What if I'm pregnant? No, that can't be; It just couldn't be," She continued talking quietly to herself.
After arguing with herself for several minutes, Sara opened the box and pulled one strip out.
She followed the directions word by word; After doing as they instructed, she placed the strip on the sink and washed her hands, which was slightly difficult because they were shaking so hard.
With a few deep breaths, she bit her lip and looked at the strip.
The results caused her to faint.