I Cannot Believe this is Finally Happening

Chapter 9

AN: Thank you many times over for the reviews. Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.

Nearly two months had passed since the great coming out, and over time Sara and Grissom's marriage became yesterday's news around the lab. Even Catherine got over her initial reaction, and proved herself to be an impartial supervisor of Sara. Grissom still handed out assignments, but Catherine was responsible for Sara's direct supervision, which mainly meant filling out Sara's employee evaluations, signing off on her cases, overtime, and other rather large amounts of paperwork.

One morning after a particularly long shift, Sara entered Grissom's office. He was lost behind a wall of paperwork. "You let it go too long again didn't you?"

"Yep," he nodded, looking defeated.

"So I guess a ride home is out of the question?" She knew her disappointment made him feel a little guilty.

He had forgotten that they drove to the lab together the day before, "Oh, well here take my keys and I'll catch a ride with someone." As he handed her they keys he looked at her, or more accurately studied her.

"Gil, keep your keys, I can help you if you like with the paperwork."

Ignoring her statement, he continued looking at her.

When he didn't respond, she prodded, "Gil?"

"Are you alright?" Something seemed off about her. Her face looked a little pale, and she looked tired, even more tired than someone who just went a day and a half without sleep should.

She picked up a file and briefly looked at the tab. "I should be asking you the same question." Setting the file back on his desk, she looked back over to her husband.

"Sara, seriously, you're very pale and you look tired." He continued to study her as she took a seat opposite his desk.

"I am tired, and so are you." In truth, she could fall asleep at that moment, even in the stiff chair.

He stood and gathered some things together and then turned to her, "Let's go home."

"Taking work home with you?"

"You need some rest, and knowing you the only way you will take it is if I go home with you." She gave him a shy smile as he guided her out the door and turned off the lights in the office.

After they pulled out of the parking lot Grissom asked, "Should we stop for breakfast first?" No reply came. "Sara?….Honey?" He turned his head to look at her and found her already fast asleep. He smiled and lightly touched her cheek "Guess that would be a 'no' to breakfast."

Awhile later they pulled into the drive of the town home. "Sara…Sara honey, you have to wake up."

"What?" She opened her exhausted looking eyes.

"Honey, let's go inside, and then you can go back to sleep." He nudged her, attempting to wake her enough to get her safely to bed.

"Alright." It took a minute but she eventually made it inside and up the stairs to the bedroom. She toed off her shoes and fell onto the bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. A few minutes later Grissom walked into the bedroom to find her still fully clothed, but passed out cold. He gently removed her top layer of clothing and then pulled the covers over her pale skin and crawled under with her.

Grissom awoke around five that evening. Sara was still sound asleep, so he went downstairs to work on the papers he had brought home from the lab. A couple hours later he made dinner and then went to get Sara. She was still asleep. This wasn't like her. He was able to wake her, and when she sat up he asked, "How did you sleep?"

"I'm not done." She stretched.

"Honey it's after seven."

"Really?" She said through a yawn.

"You sure you're okay? You've been dragging for a couple days, and now you can barely stay awake. If you're not careful you will lose your position as the poster girl for insomniacs international." He teased.

Sara playfully rolled her eyes at the last comment. "I'm fine; the long shifts have just caught up with me."

"Sara you look to pale for it just to be that. You're probably anemic, hopefully that is all it is. You're off tonight, why don't you get some more rest, and then go see a doctor in the morning?" His overprotective side showed.

"Gil, I'll be fine after a good night's sleep." She pulled the covers back over her.

"Humor me." He countered by pulling the blanket back down.

"If I am still feeling rundown in the morning, I'll make an appointment." She conceded.

"Promise?" Concern evident on her face.

"I promise," she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

The next morning Sara woke up still feeling tired. She decided that she would eat some breakfast and take a shower, and then see how she felt. She had barely eaten half of the yogurt she had chosen for breakfast when she was overcome by nausea. Taking off running for the bathroom, she barely made it in time.

Almost instantly she had a bad feeling about what was wrong. They had never talked about it. Neither of them had ever even mentioned wanting kids. She shook the thoughts from her head. It has to be something else; after all they were being careful. Before her mind could get anymore carried away, she made an appointment with her doctor for later that morning.

Grissom arrived home a little after eleven. His eyes immediately saw the note on the table.

Gil-
You win, I'm at the doctor's. Be back soon
Love,
Me

As he set the note back down on the table he could hear her key in the lock. Turning around in time to see her come through the door, he could see what looked like fear on her face.

"We need to talk," was all she said.

"What's wrong?" Fear was now overtaking him as well. Every possible illness she could have ran through his mind.

She sat on the couch. "Sit down with me." She patted the cushion next to her.

"Okay," he was getting more scared by the second, but he took a seat next to her and waited for her to continue.

"First you were right, I am anemic. Iron pills will fix that, as disgusting as they are," she was getting nauseous at the thought of the charcoal colored tablets.

"What's second? I mean you are scaring me; obviously there is something more than anemia going on here." He held her closer.

"I…uh…" She took a deep breath, and then another. She was watching the rug closely as she spoke the next part, "I'm pregnant." She sucked her lips between her teeth as her eyes traveled up to meet his. He was looking right back at her. Neither spoke for a long minute. "Gil?" She was shaking slightly as he kept his gaze on her eyes. "I know we didn't plan on this, but I really need you to say something."

He took a deep breath, "I was terrified you were going to tell me something was really wrong. My mind raced between cancer, an obscure illness, and so many other scenarios went through my head. Compared to the alternatives this is the best news you could have told me." He smiled as he took her in his arms.

TBC…