CHAPTER TWO

After that shift, the decomp shift, Sara arrived at the townhouse a little earlier than usual. It didn't take her very long to solve the case and she was exhausted by the time she was done, so she decided to go home early and throw herself in bed. She already showered in the lab because she didn't want Grissom to smell the death scent, which a decomp body produced, covering her entire body.

When she entered the house, Sara went straight to the bedroom. As she was about to turn the doorknob to open the bedroom door, she stopped dead in her tracks. She heard moans of pleasure coming from the other side of the door. From their bedroom. Gil's and hers. And she recognized both voices uttering those moans. They were Gil's and Charlotte's.

For a moment, Sara thought she would, surely, die right there from the sudden, intense pain that attacked her heart. She felt her heart shatter piece by piece. She wanted to cry out from the pain, but instead, all she managed to get out were more silent tears. She turned and headed to the guest bedroom again. Once locked inside, she went to the bed, dropped her drained body on top of the covers, and sobbed her pain out. This time, she did not bother muffling her sobs by the pillow under her head.

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The following night in the field, solo again, Sara was done processing the scene and was about to open the trunk of her Denali when she she felt dizzy all of a sudden. She, quickly, leaned her back on the Denali and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths.

Brass, who was just a few feet away from where she was, came rushing to her side with deep concern written all over his features.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" he asked worriedly.

Sara opened her eyes and looked at him. "Yeah. I'm sure it's just malnutrition. I haven't been eating properly those last few days. I'll be fine in a moment, really."

Brass did not believe her, so he decided that he wouldn't leave her side until her dizzy spell passed. But the next thing he knew, she was fainting so his strong arms encircled her frail body before it hit the hard, concrete ground.

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A few hours later, Sara fluttered her eyes open and she immediately knew where she was. She was in a hospital room, laying on a hospital bed. She turned to her right and found both Brass and Catherine sitting on plastic chairs beside her bed, apparently waiting for her to wake up.

"Hey, kiddo, you're awake." said Brass, taking one of Sara's hands in his.

"How are you feeling, sweetie?" Catherine asked gently, taking Sara's other hand in hers, too.

"Good enough to go home." replied Sara.

Brass and Catherine both smiled at her response. It was exactly what they expected from Sara.

"The guys are worried about you. They wanted to come along with me here to check on you when we heard about you, and they didn't stop whining until I threatened them that I would fire them if they continued whining about it like babies. So they got back to work, but insisted that I call them when you wake up and tell them how you feel." Catherine explained.

"When you said 'the guys', did you include Gil?" asked Sara.

Catherine and Brass looked at each other, both didn't have the heart to tell her that Grissom didn't answer their calls, even after they text message him that his wife was in the hospital and that it was urgent.

Sara knew the answer from their looks. She knew the answer to her question, even before asking it, but she hoped her gut was wrong. And the looks that Brass and Catherine gave each other just confirmed what she feared.

"So, what's wrong with me?" Sara asked, changing the subject.

Brass squeezed her hand. "You're three months pregnant."

A/N: A huge thanks for the fabulous reviews. I'm so glad you are enjoying my story so far. And I hope you like where this story is going :D