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Warning: This story will change points of view frequently. Some conversations will be repeated to hear thoughts of other people. I apologize in advance if it is too confusing or just a pain in the butt to keep switching points of view in the same chapters. All thoughts are in italics.
It Happened One Night (10-31-06)
SARA POV
I wake up with a smile on my face for the first time in years and look to the other side of the bed. My smile fades immediately when I feel the sheets and they are cool to the touch.
"I just knew this would happen. How could I be so naïve?" I ask myself out loud as I climb out of bed. I get dressed and am determined to not let him see how hurt and disappointed I am. I arrive on time for work instead of my usual thirty minutes early. I choose to avoid any and all eye contact as well as conversation as best I can. It doesn't surprise me in the least to be sent out on a solo case tonight.
GRISSOM POV
I wake up and feel a warm body next to mine. Suddenly aware that I am not in my own bed, I look over to see who I am with. What have I done? I've got to get out of here! I think to myself as I gaze on the woman sleeping soundly next to me. I stealthily leave the bed, get dressed and leave her place. It's not until I'm in my car in her parking lot, that I begin to reflect.
"She's going to be pissed at me." I suppose I am telling myself this fact for verbal confirmation to the voice in my head. I sit in my car and stare up at her windows for another minute or two and then head home.
I spend the rest of the day replaying the events of the previous day in my head. They are wonderful memories and ones that I will cherish until the end of my days, but I should not have let it go on that far. By the time I arrived at shift, I still had no clue how to talk to her or what to say; so I sent her out on a solo case. I did notice, however, that she didn't say a word and never made eye contact with anyone. I didn't see her again until the end of shift when she dropped her report on my desk and walked out without saying a word.
SARA POV
I know he regrets it and doesn't know how to talk to me now. I'll give him one more week to talk to me before I go job hunting. I think to myself as soon as I leave his office. Yep, one week. This is the mantra I take with me all the way home. I now sleep on the couch.
GENERAL STORY LINE---NO POV
A week had gone by and barely ten words had been spoken voluntarily by either Grissom or Sara if it didn't concern a case. No one knew what had happened, but everyone felt the icy glares Sara sent him when his back was turned. Catherine had been watching the two of them and wondered what had happened this time. She put her money on it being something that Grissom did. It was usually a pretty safe bet.
"What's going on with you and Sara?" Catherine asked him one night in his office before shift.
"Nothing."
"What did you do to piss her off? …Don't give me that look; you two have barely spoken in a week." Catherine stopped his protest before he had a chance to offer one.
"Catherine, I appreciate your concern, but this time, stay out of it." He used a threatening tone to show her he meant business. It worked because she nodded and backed away without another word.
SARA POV
Well, my deadline has come and gone. It's time to leave Vegas. I'll put my resume out after I get some sleep. I thought as I tiredly drag myself into my apartment. I collapse on the couch slip into dreamland effortlessly.
GENERAL
Another week had gone by and Sara had several job offers to ponder. She wasn't feeling so well and figured it was attributed to sleeping on the couch for two weeks. She was paired up with Catherine so she rested her head on the window while Catherine drove to the scene.
"Sara? Are you alright?"
"Pull over." Sara was unbuckling her seatbelt and hopped out of the car as soon as it had slowed enough. Catherine got out of the car and held Sara's hair for her as her dinner reappeared. Sara stood and wiped her mouth.
"Sorry you had to see that." Sara smiled softly.
"You look pale. Do you want to go home?" Catherine offered.
"I'll keep going. If I throw up again, then I'll go home. Fair enough?" Sara offered through her determination. Catherine decided not to argue on the side of the road.
"It's your body. Ready to go now?" When Sara nodded, they resumed their trip to the scene once more.
Over the next few days, Nick, Greg, and Warrick all witnessed Sara losing her dinner on the side of the road and each time Sara brushed it aside. Catherine came in the locker room one night and saw Sara staring at her locker.
"Sara? Are you ok?" Sara looked away from her locker to Catherine and then back again, though she never offered an answer. Moving closer, Catherine saw that she was staring at a calendar.
"What's wrong?" She asked. Sara pointed to a day ten days previous. It had a tiny red 'x' in the corner of that day.
"Why are you pointing to that?" Catherine was struggling to make the connection with a mute Sara. Sara then stood and pulled an unopened box of tampons from her top shelf. Suddenly the pieces fit together.
"Oh. Do you know for sure?" Catherine asked. Sara simply shook her head. They heard the door open. Sara quickly shut her locker and left the building. Catherine chased her to the parking lot. It was coincidence that Grissom was the intruder.
GRISSOM POV
Things cannot go on this way. It's been three weeks. I have to face the music before she leaves me. I think to myself sadly as I walk into the locker room. I see Sara rush out followed closely by Catherine. He watches both women leave. I wonder what the rush is. I grab my things and go home. I don't know why; I almost never sleep anymore.
SARA POV
Catherine catches up to me in the parking lot and practically forced me into her car. She drives me to the pharmacy and then to my place. I know what she's thinking as soon as we enter.
"Have you had a houseguest?" She asked me.
"No. I've been sleeping there." I tell her from the bathroom.
"Why?" Again, I knew that one was coming. I open the bathroom door fully with the little white stick in my hand.
"Because the last time I slept in my bed, I woke up alone. It hurts too much to see it and now I'll have a permanent reminder." I hold up the stick for her to see what I had suspected since I noticed the calendar a few hours ago. It explains the vomiting and fatigue. Catherine's face is shell shocked.
"Catherine, you need to promise e that you won't say anything." I block the exit as a precautionary measure.
"I promise. Whose baby is it? Tell me it's not Hank."
"It's not Hank's, but I'd rather not say at this time." Catherine nods understandingly.
"Well, call your doctor and I will be here if you need anything." Sara smiles sadly.
"Thank you. Will you pick me up tonight since my car is still at the lab?"
"Of course. Get some rest. I'll see you tonight." Catherine squeezes my hand in reassurance and leaves me alone. I pass out on the couch.
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A/N: Well, is it worth continuing? There is only one way I will know for sure…