it's short I know...I was doing coursework shit and I could'nt write on the bus because it was packed so here's just a little bit.
part 3 will be up some time this week. thanks to all those who reveiwed.

i want 2-4 reveiws this time scince I have less.
and this chapter may get re-written

Chapter 2:the antidote

"Sara I-" he stammered as he tried to explain.
"Gil, don't even bother with excuses" Warned Sara handing him the blue shoe box. Grissom took the box and stared at the lid. He didn't want to see what was inside, it hurt to see pictures of him; knowing he could never have him, knowing he'd probably never see him again.

"You could have trusted me with this" he barely heard her. Grissom was to transfixed with the box. The box he hadn't opened in years.
"It hurts to talk about him" he mumbled back. Gil took a deep breath then opened the lid, a time capsule of his boy, all the way back to watched his silent ritual as he pushed the lid to the floor staring into the box.

"Talking eases the pain, honey .I promise" Sara soothed placing a warm hand on his arm.
Grissom slumped to the floor with a humph, placing his back against the wall. Sara slumped down next to him.

"Our relationship wasn't great, I was more into the bugs, but I loved her and I thought it would work" he looked into the box again pulling out the picture with him and his baby.
"Then Jackson came along" With tears slowly presenting themselves he caressed the picture with his little finger. It was all he could do.
"You know Jack was the only good thing me and her created...and she took him away-" Grissom couldn't hold back the tears any longer .

Sara held her husband as he mourned for the child he never really lost, but the child he never really knew either.

Chicago 1982

"DADDY!" Gil Grissom walked on; his boy would not call him daddy, his boy wouldn't be old enough to remember him. A 3 month old wouldn't remember him but he'd remember him.
The ball of fluff almost took him off his feet. Hugging his leg "DADDY"
his boy called him daddy

present day

A little later they sat huddled together looking through the pictures of Jackson.
"These were taken at his first baseball game 1982" he chuckled at the memory of the antics they got up to in those photos. "the Cubs lost but he was so happy" tears threatened to fall again.

"Rebecca agreed to me taking him to the game, we spent the whole day together I even tucked him at bed time" he hesitated then sniffled "I promised him I'd be back for his birthday" a lone tear slid down his face. "And... When I got there...she'd took him away from me again"
and he broke down again in his wife's arms . Each sob stronger than the last.

His crying hadn't even stopped as he took claim of Sara's lips. His kisses hard but gentle. Needy but full of love. Now she finally understood Gilbert Grissom. Why it took him so long to give in, that it took him so long to realise he needed her.
his kisses moved to her neck licking and sucking.

"I miss him...and I missed you but I can have you...I can't have him" his kisses were becoming even more desperate as he divested her of her clothes.
he mumbled something about beauty as he entered her. She didn't notice much, it hurt to see him like this...overcome with need to just be in someone?

It hit home when he climaxed inside her.
she's only 6 years older than Jackson!

TBC