Title: La Bella Vita
Summary: "With you, Sara, and Ricky, I have a beautiful life..."
Spoilers: "For Gedda"; "For Warrick"; Oh, and anything from Season 9 that hasn't been aired but I may or may not have spoiled. I suggest you go watch the promo for the premiere before you read this, though. Just in case.
Disclaimer: I own CSI. Aren't I cool? I give you all permission to play as you wish with my characters. Haha! Not so much. Don't own a damn thing. But Christmas is coming! A girl can wish.
Author's Note: Kay, I haven't gotten Alex to edit this for me because I truly don't want to wait, and the story is less than 600 words. How many errors could I have possibly made? Don't answer that, by the way. lol. Anyhoo, please, read and enjoy this! And review it. We all know how much I like reviews!
La Bella Vita
Gil Grissom watched as his wife, Sara Sidle rocked the small newborn to sleep in her arms, singing, You Are My Sunshine to him softly.
Little baby Rick fell asleep quickly in his mother's arms, and Sara kissed his forehead lightly before laying him in his pale blue crib.
It had been three years since their friend and colleague, Warrick Brown had been murdered by the Under Sheriff of the Las Vegas Police Department. From there, the couple's already strained relationship became even more turbulent, and had almost ripped them apart for good. They had persevered, though, knowing that the only people able to help them get through the shock and pain would be each other.
Following the arrest of the Under Sheriff, Gil and Sara had relocated back to their home of San Francisco, California. They knew that their departure had shattered the graveyard shift more than it already had been, but they felt that their time in Vegas had come to an end, and Warrick's death made it seem all the more obvious. They wanted to start a family, and had agreed long ago that Vegas was no place to raise a child. They wanted their son or daughter to grow up by the beauty of the ocean, and have the best possible childhood they could possibly give him or her.
So now, at only a few weeks old, their beautiful son, Warrick Allan Grissom was in the world, and an everyday reminder of their friend, whose life was so wrongly taken.
Ricky, as his parents were affectionately calling him, would know one day the man he was named after, and why. He would know that Warrick Brown was a good man, and keeping him safe, one way or another, because he would always be watching him from above.
Grissom walked over to his wife, and hugged her from behind. "He's so beautiful, Sara," he whispered. "Just like his mother."
Sara smiled in the growing darkness, and turned in his arms, leaning into him. "He's beautiful because of both of us, Gil," she whispered back.
He smiled now, and helped her into bed. "Okay. Because of both of us, then." He tucked her in, and then slipped in beside her. "Get some sleep, sweetheart. I'll get him if he wakes."
Sara nodded, and turned to snuggle against his side. "Gil?" she asked quietly after a few minutes of silence.
"Yes honey?"
"I miss Warrick," she said sadly.
Grissom sighed, and had to hold back the sudden onslaught of tears that threatened to overflow. He pulled Sara closer to him. "I know. I miss him too, everyday. But we'll never forget him. We have Ricky, and he'll always be a reminder.
"It's been three years since we lost him, and we've slowly been putting our life back together. Now, with you, Sara, and Ricky, I have a beautiful life, one I never dreamed that I could have. And I want to thank you for that."
Sara smiled. "La bella vita, Gil?"
Grissom nodded. "La bella vita, Sara. La bella vita. Thank you for giving it to me."
Sara kissed his cheek. "Anything for you, Gil."
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