Sara looked up as Grissom came into the breakroom; her heart lurching in her chest as his eyes met with her own, "You ready?" he asked as he grabbed a water from the refrigerator.
She closed the magazine she was holding, only partly aware that she hadn't read a single word of the article she had been staring at for a half an hour, "I...um..."
Warrick came bounding into the breakroom, folder in hand, "Hey boss," he pushed the folder toward Grissom, "you have a moment to check out something?"
Sara sighed lightly as Grissom took the folder, both men now standing side by side reading over the file.
"Where did this come from?" Grissom asked finally as Warrick grabbed the folder out of his hands, "I thought all this was cleared."
"Not yet." Warrick looked a bit appologetic, "Catherine's working on it, but Nick and I came across this and just wanted your opinion before we show it to her."
Sara felt like a third wheel all of a sudden.
"Get Catherine's opinion." Grissom said as he raised an eyebrow at Warrick, "If you need help after that," he said rather gruffly, "then I am your man."
Sara tapped the plastic back of the chair lightly as she waited.
Warrick eyed her, "You okay?"
"Fine." she said, giving him a tight smile.
"Nick told you about our agreement, right?" Warrick winked at her, "Don't you forget it."
"Never." Sara said lightly.
Warrick thanked Grissom and left the room.
"Come on." Grissom said softly to Sara as she hesitated by the table, "Let's get some food in you."
She followed him out to his car; only, once again, to be interrupted. This time by Nick, "Hey Grissom!"
"Get in." Grissom said to Sara as he turned to look at Nick, "You have something for me, Nick?"
Sara pulled herself up into the car, slamming the door softly. She buckled her seatbelt; her mind trying to fight off images of Hank.
"You like kids?" he had asked her one afternoon when they were seated in the park watching a bunch of children slide down the slide, "I want about twenty of them."
Sara had laughed and then he had rolled her over on the large blanket, settling his lips on her own.
The kiss had seemed magical.
Perfect.
She didn't even know she was shaking her head until Grissom reached over and touched her shoulder. She pulled her arm away quickly, surprised to see him there, "Hey." he said as he pulled his hand away, "You okay?'
"Uh huh." she said, but her brain was still stuck on the image of her and Hank rolling on the blanket.
Grissom was still watching her,"Where do you go, Sara?" he asked softly, his eyes searching her face.
She was quick to look away, "Usually Valent's." she said as a furrow met his brow, "It's down the street. They have veggie stuff and regular meat meals."
"No." he started the car, but kept it in park as he again looked at her, "Sara," he said softly, now reaching over to squeeze her hand, "Where do you go in your head?"
She was the one to look confused now as she stared into his blue eyes, "Just so stupid sometimes." she muttered as she shook her head lightly, dropping her gaze from his as she looked down at his hand holding her hand, "I got a life, but he already had one."
She felt his hand squeeze her hand as he pulled the car out of the parking lot, "He didn't deserve you honey."
She turned her head away so that he wouldn't be able to see the wetness in her eyes.
"You're so beautiful." Hank had said later that night, "I just want to love you forever."
Her chin began to quiver; her eyes growing soggy. She had believed every word that he had spoken to her. Why had she been so dumb?
Grissom pulled the car into Valent's, "Sara?"
She couldn't look at him, her eyes were still wet, "I'll be in in a second." she said as she blinked away more tears.
She felt his hand leave her hand, "You sure?"
She could hear the hesitation in his voice.
"Yeah." she said, hearing him get out of the car.
Quickly she wiped at her eyes and face. She pulled the visor down, opening the mirror quickly. She pushed mascara smudges out from under her eyes, her fingers coming away with tiny black streaks on them.
Suddenly, to her dismay, Grissom opened the passenger side door, "Sara." he sighed softly, causing Sara's lip to start quivering all over again. Fresh tears began to well in her eyes. She dropped her head, her shoulders beginning to shake.
Grissom reached over and pulled her seatbelt off her, "He's not worth it." he said gently, his right hip leaned into her seat as he pushed some stray hairs out of her face, "Look at me, Sara."
She buried her forehead in her palms, her shoulders now shaking with tiny, hesitant sobs.
She desperately tried to calm herself, but she was heaving too much now, the memories spilling into her brain like a swarm of angry bees.
"Come here." Grissom said softly as he pulled her down from the car and into his arms.
It was a warm and wonderfully strong embrace.
She buried her head on his shoulder, breathing him in between heavy sobs.
"So stupid." she moaned as her tears soaked into the collar of his coat.
"You're not stupid." he whispered as he held her.
Finally, with a small sigh, she pulled away from him, "Thanks." she said as she blotted her wet cheeks with the back of her hand, "We should get in there."
He stared at her, "You'll be okay?"
"Yeah." she breathed in heavily, still wiping away tears and wetness from her skin, "I'll be fine."
He reached up, cupping her face, "You're sure?" his eyes burned into her own.
"Yeah." she smiled faintly, "I'm sure."
"Alright." he moved away from her, letting her duck under his arm as he closed the door.
They entered the restaurant together; Sara ducking into the restroom as soon as they were through the front doors.
She stood in front of the mirror blotting her face with a paper towel, her eyes looking puffy and tired.
Just as she was about to leave, she paused quickly.
Someone in the stall behind her was puking. It sounded pretty bad.
Sara knocked, "You okay?" she asked.
"Fine." Came a soft reply.
Sara waited.
Moments later the door to the stall opened and Sara almost winced.
"I think I am pregnant." the woman said.
Sara couldn't believe it.
It was Hank's girlfriend.
