Title: She Cries For Him

Summary: Grissom and Sara have a baby, but things aren't as happy as they might seem. Set after Dead Doll. (My first CSI fic)

Rating: T

Disclaimer: None of the CSI characters are mine.

Chapter 1:

She was trapped. She desperately clawed at anything her hand could reach, but it was useless. Anything she grabbed soon slipped through her now mud lined hands. She was sure she was going to die there. Even if the weight of the car pushing down her didn't do it first, she would surely die of dehydration if she wasn't found soon.

Her eyes shot open in the same way that had done every other night since the accident. She looked around her to make sure she wasn't back there, trapped under the old car. The room was exactly as it had been before she had fallen asleep and entered the nightmare, but there was one small difference. The room she had left was quiet and peaceful; the only sound was the soft breathing of the two other people she shared it with, Gil Grissom and their baby daughter Ashley. The soft breathing coming from the cot had changed to a small whimper. She was awake.

Sara crept out of the bed and lifted the little girl out of the cot before she had a chance to wake Grissom who seemed to still be asleep. She closed the door quietly behind her although there was really any point, she would be waking him soon enough after many failed attempts to get their baby back to sleep. Still reflecting on the nightmare she had just had she picked up the bottle that had been left on the kitchen table the night before, ready for the feed she would expect in the night, and sat down giving her daughter the bottle.

It had been 10 months since the accident, it had happened the day she found out she was pregnant and 2 months since she had Ashley. Why was she still dreaming about it? She felt perfectly safe at home, at work and even at the crime scenes, but the memory of it always seemed to creep up on her when she was asleep.

Once the milk from the bottle had been drained, Sara placed the baby over her shoulder and gently patted her back, pacing the room. Ashley carried on crying as she was walked from either side of the room to the other. With each few turns she made her pace quickened, as she got more and more frustrated with the child. It seemed like she had been doing it for ages with no success when Grissom came out from their bedroom and offered to take over. She handed the child over to him while he was mid sentence, desperate to have a break.

"Have you given her the bottle?" Grissom asked putting the baby in the same position the Sara had had her in.

"Yes, of course I have, she just won't go back to sleep!" Sara snapped back before throwing herself onto the sofa and coving her face with her hands. She had always had a short fuse, but it seemed to have gotten shorter since the baby was born.

It only seemed to take Grissom seconds to settle the baby. Her eyes started slowly closing as she rested her head on her fathers shoulder.

"How did you do that? I was trying for ages." Sara whispered in disbelief.

"Don't worry, you're new to this. You'll get the hang of it." Grissom replied calmly.

"Don't patronise me, she's your first baby too!"

Grissom didn't have a reply for this; he didn't know why Sara had trouble settling her own baby.

"I'm going back to bed." Sara said before sulking back into the other room, leaving Grissom standing with the baby, as she did most nights.

Sara woke up later that morning and dragged her self out of bed to check in the cot. Ashley was lying there sleeping peacefully. Sara smiled to herself as she carried on into the kitchen. There was a note propped up against the kettle.

Short staffed at work, gone in for a bit.

Love you, Gil

Sara sighed whilst she screwed up the note and threw it into the bin. That meant she had the day alone looking after Ashley. She didn't like those days. Normally she would plan to something, like a visit to some friends, so she wouldn't have to spend her time walking up and down the room holding the screaming child.

The clock on the table flashed as it turned 6.00 am. She hadn't noticed how early it was when she had gotten out of bed. If she went into the lab now, the night shift would still be there and she could have a chat with them and maybe even get a chance to carry on with some of the work she had being doing a few nights before when she had had her first day back.

She pulled some cloths on and brought Ashley's car seat into the bedroom. Slowly she moved the sleeping child into it, careful not to wake her up. She then strapped her into the front seat and drove off to the Las Vegas crime lab.

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"Hey…Not interrupting something am I?" Sara asked, pushing the door of the break room open and peering inside.

"No, not at all, but then again, would you care if you were?" Nick smiled at her.

"No, not really." Sara returned the smile.

She entered the small room and placed the car seat in the middle of the table. Before she had even managed to put it down the small child was swarmed by people cooing and making funny noises at her.

Thankful that they hadn't asked her any questions, Sara made her way over kettle and poured her self a cup of coffee. She leaned against the counter and did a quick scan of the room to check who was in there. Greg, Warrick, Catherine and Nick were the only ones in the room, no Grissom.

"Where's Gil?" Sara asked, lowering the coffee from her lips.

"Down in the morgue going over our DB. Do you want me to go get him for you?" Warrick replied, prising his eyes away from the little girl.

"Oh no, I was just wondering."

By this time Greg had lifted Ashley out of her seat and was now cradling her in his arms talking to her.

"You have your moms eyes, yes you do, and your dads nose and… urg what that smell." Greg extended his arms and held the baby at arms length. "Sara, I think you better take her now."

Sara panicked at this. What if Ashley started crying while she was holding her and wouldn't settle? Everyone would think she was a bad mother; she didn't want them to know that she was.

"Erm, I have to go and find Gil, there's something I have to talk to him about, can you just change her for me, everything's in the bag…"

Without even waiting for an answer she had rushed out of the room and was out of sight.

"What's wrong with her?" Warrick asked as he followed Sara with his eyes down the hall until she was out of sight.

"Must have been something pretty important she had to tell Grissom about." Nick pointed out, failing to notice the obvious.

"Are you a CSI or what, man? I just told her Griss was in the morgue, and she ran the opposite way to it. She wasn't going to find him."

"Look I don't what Sara's playing at, but I don't have a clue how to change a baby." Greg said, still holding the child at arms length. "You take her Cath."

Greg pushed the baby into Catherine's arms, wiping his hands on his jeans as if something may have rubbed off on them.

"Hey, why me? Just because I'm a women I should do the dirty jobs!" Catherine protested, before lying the baby down on the sofa and walking over to the bag.

"Yeah, and you're a mother!" Greg replied.

Catherine ignored his comment and fished out what would be needed from the bag, and putting it in a small pile on the table.

"Look its not that hard, surely three fine CSI's like yourselves should be able to figure it out. I'm going to go and find Sara."

Catherine left the room leaving the three guys standing in a state of shock, staring at the baby like they hadn't seen on before.