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Author: Hazeleyes57
Spoilers: None.
Note: Couldn't do anything else until this was out of my head.
Summary: Grissom muses upon a choice made.
Rating: G
A Split Second
She is braver than I, the dark haired beauty of the night shift.
I watch her walk along the corridor as I have seen her do so often in the past.
Time seems to slow as I watch her watching me. My breath catches in my throat and my heart hitches in my chest.
I can see in her eyes that Sara knows, as she has always known, but for a while I would not believe.
It takes only a split second to change what was into what is, the past for the future.
I am not brave. I could not do it.
But she could.
I told her to get a life of her own. I pushed her away until she believed me.
She chose the future over the past and fought like a lioness for what was hers all along.
A life with the man she loves. A family in the making.
It has taken six years to get to this moment, and her eyes are alive with vitality and soft with love as she looks down to her daughter who - fortunately - takes after her mother in so many respects.
The lively four-year-old holds her painting from Pre School in one hand and her mother's hand in the other. They are so beautiful together that heads turn after their slow progress.
This pregnancy has slowed Sara down a little, but she's not so sick this time.
Catherine thinks that this is an omen, and this one will be a boy.
Sara doesn't mind, so long as it's healthy.
I concur.
A split second is all it takes to change everything.
A step on the path previously not taken.
A choice between despair and happiness.
I made my choice.
The little girl suddenly stops chattering and her face lights up. Sara looks up and smiles as she releases her daughter's hand.
I have little time to prepare as the speeding child throws herself at me and I have no choice but to pick her up.
No choice because I can't help but love her. Just as I still love her mother.
She waves the painting in my face and I have to back up a little to focus on it.
A large smiling face with lopsided eyes looks out at me. The copious amounts of grey paint required for the hair have left streaks through parts of the face, but it is charming. Sara and I smile in greeting as she comes to stand beside us.
"Who is it?"
My question sets off the giggles and she puts her hand in front of her mouth as she looks at Sara as if to say 'men!'
"Silly Daddy, it's you!"
Author: Hazeleyes57
Spoilers: None.
Note: Couldn't do anything else until this was out of my head.
Summary: Grissom muses upon a choice made.
Rating: G
A Split Second
She is braver than I, the dark haired beauty of the night shift.
I watch her walk along the corridor as I have seen her do so often in the past.
Time seems to slow as I watch her watching me. My breath catches in my throat and my heart hitches in my chest.
I can see in her eyes that Sara knows, as she has always known, but for a while I would not believe.
It takes only a split second to change what was into what is, the past for the future.
I am not brave. I could not do it.
But she could.
I told her to get a life of her own. I pushed her away until she believed me.
She chose the future over the past and fought like a lioness for what was hers all along.
A life with the man she loves. A family in the making.
It has taken six years to get to this moment, and her eyes are alive with vitality and soft with love as she looks down to her daughter who - fortunately - takes after her mother in so many respects.
The lively four-year-old holds her painting from Pre School in one hand and her mother's hand in the other. They are so beautiful together that heads turn after their slow progress.
This pregnancy has slowed Sara down a little, but she's not so sick this time.
Catherine thinks that this is an omen, and this one will be a boy.
Sara doesn't mind, so long as it's healthy.
I concur.
A split second is all it takes to change everything.
A step on the path previously not taken.
A choice between despair and happiness.
I made my choice.
The little girl suddenly stops chattering and her face lights up. Sara looks up and smiles as she releases her daughter's hand.
I have little time to prepare as the speeding child throws herself at me and I have no choice but to pick her up.
No choice because I can't help but love her. Just as I still love her mother.
She waves the painting in my face and I have to back up a little to focus on it.
A large smiling face with lopsided eyes looks out at me. The copious amounts of grey paint required for the hair have left streaks through parts of the face, but it is charming. Sara and I smile in greeting as she comes to stand beside us.
"Who is it?"
My question sets off the giggles and she puts her hand in front of her mouth as she looks at Sara as if to say 'men!'
"Silly Daddy, it's you!"