The fast whooshing sound coming from the ultrasound was unmistakable. Tears filled both of their eyes as the heartbeat coming from their baby filled the room. The doctor smiled and gave several instructions to the nurse as he moved the monitor so Grissom and Sara could see their baby. He let them listen to the beating heart for several minutes before cleaning the gel off of Sara.

"Ok, looks like you've dodged a big bullet here Ms. Sidle. I am going to keep you today for observation, but you need to remain on bed rest for several more days. Try to keep your stress level at zero. And I want to do another scan in a few days to make sure that there is no damage to your baby."

Sara pulled on Grissoms hand until he was lying in the bed next to her. He rubbed her stomach hoping to soothe her into resting. It worked and within minutes she was asleep.

Catherine and Brass watched them from the doorway. Grissom smiled at them and they knew that everything was going to be ok.

He watched Sara sleep and protectively he kept his hand over her abdomen. Smiling, he let his head rest next to hers and sleep took him over. The events that took place over the last day had emotionally drained him. And Sara. God what he had done to her. She was an emotional roller coaster, but he couldn't blame her. If he had told her at the beginning maybe she wouldn't have stressed like she had. He only had himself to blame, and he had a lot of making up to do. She had cared for him when he was shot, now it was his turn to wait on her hand and foot. Only this time, it would be for the rest of his life.

The next day Grissom was helping Sara into the Denali when she asked him a question.

"Griss, would it be alright if I stayed with you?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing."

He closed her door and walked around the front and climb in behind the wheel.

"I know you thought I was asking if I could just stay for a while but what I meant was..." Her voice cracked. She couldn't finish the sentence. But she knew by the look on his face, he knew what she was trying to say.

"Lets get you home first. We have lots of time to talk about things."

She smiled and took his hand in hers as he put the truck into gear and pulled out of the parking lot.

Grissom had taken several days off to take care of Sara. He cooked her meals, sat with her in his arms on the couch while they both read, and catered to her every need. Sara enjoyed his attention. It was everything he had dreamed about while he was gone.

That afternoon they were curled up together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket enjoying the soft sounds of his classical music flood the room. She rested her head on his strong chest, while his hand rubbed her stomach in small soothing circles. His gentleness was slightly surprising.

"Gil."

"Hmm."

"Do you think that we might be able to get a new couch? I mean this one's kinda..."

"I know. It's small and uncomfortable. When we get done with the doctor today, we can stop and look."

She had forgotten about the doctor. So far she hadn't had any pain. But that doesn't mean that everything's ok. As her emotions gathered, he felt her body tense in his arms. Immediately he knew that she became concerned for the baby.

"Sara, don't worry. I'm sure that everything will turn out alright." He knew that didn't sound very convincing but he had to say something.

Two hours later Sara was laying on her back in the hospital with Grissom standing beside her, holding her hand. This was it moment of truth. In a few moments the doctor would come in and tell them about their baby. Grissom stood confident but the concern was evident on his face. Sara tried to stay calm. Damn she hated waiting. All it did was make people nervous for no reason.

Finally the doctor entered and turned on the ultrasound. He raised Sara's shirt, applied the gel, and used the wand to smear the goo. The sound on the machine was off so they couldn't hear anything yet. Grissom tried to see the screen, while Sara tried to read the doctors face. He sat quiet for several minutes, too long for Grissoms liking.

"OK.."

Not a good start.

"...first, your baby is still alive. But barely. The heart rate is extremely low, and I'm afraid that there is nothing that we can do for it, seeing that you are only 8 weeks pregnant."

The tears rolled down Sara's cheeks as she squeezed Grissoms hand.

"I want to admit you Ms. Sidle, and if the baby's heart rate continues to fall then we will have to terminate your pregnancy. I'm sorry for you both. I'll give you a minute then a nurse will be in to start a line and take you to a room."

He left and Sara sat up and leaned against Grissom while he wrapped his arms around her. She tried to hide from the world in his embrace while she wept. This was going to be one of the worst days of her life.

TBC