Do not own CSI or any of the characters
Do not own CSI or any of the characters.
This story is about how Sara gives birth to a stillborn baby and how she and Grissom deal with the loss. Not set at a particular time.
Stillborn- Chapter 2
The CSI night shift was outside in the hallway, waiting to hear the news about their friends' baby. They watched as both the nurse and the doctor stepped out of the room. The nurse whispered something to the doctor, he just shook his head. The nurse patted the doctor's hand and spoke something else before turning on her heel and heading towards the nurses' station.
The doctor who had his head down the whole time looked up and turned towards them. He stopped dead in his tracks when he realized they were all looking at him. His face looked drained.
"Did Sara have the baby yet?" asked Nick towards the doctor. The doctor looked up at Nick, then looked around at all the others faces. They were all staring back at him, eager to hear the news. The doctor closed his eyes and removed the skull cap from his head before speaking. It was never easy telling the family things like this. "Yes Sara did have the baby, but it was stillborn. I am so sorry," he voice sound strained. He avoided looking at them.
"What?" they all asked at once to him.
"The baby, a little boy was stillborn. The umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck," explained the doctor. The team just started at the man in shock. They did not know how to process this news. It was with this silence that the doctor escaped down the hallway, leaving them.
"Oh my," whispered Catherine looking over at Warrick. Warrick looked over at the strawberry blonde and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards his chest.
They all stood there in silence thinking about that little boy and the pain that Grissom and Sara must have been going through.
The silence was broken a moment later by, "Mama?" asked the two year old toddler in Brass's arms. Brass looked down at the little girl and smiled. Abbey had Sara's beauty, from her big brown eyes to curly brown hair. Which was gathered in to two pigtails on the sides of her head. The little girl looked up at Brass, eyes shining with innocence. "Mama?" the little girl repeated.
Just then a nurse walked back into the room and returned moments later with a tiny bundle in her arms. A gasped escaped from Catherine's lips at the sight of this. They all had a pretty good idea what the nurse was carrying.
Soon after the nurse left, room door opened and a weary looking Grissom stepped out. At the sight of him, Abbey started to squirm in Brass's arms. Brass set the toddler down on the floor and she went running towards Grissom. "Daddy!" she screamed. A smile appeared across Grissom's tired looking face as he bent down to pick up his little girl. He threw her up into the air. A giggle escaped from her lips and echoed through the hallway. Grissom kissed Abbey on the nose as he turned away from the group and went back into the room.
"Poor Sara," spoke Catherine to no one in particular. She could not begin to image what Sara was going through, with having 2 miscarriages in the last year and now this.
"Poor Grissom," added Brass.
"Poor them," replied Greg.
"What should we do?" asked Nick looking around at his friends for suggestions. "Should we go in?"
"No, no we should give them their privacy. The last thing they need right now is our pity!" explained Catherine. She had never told any one about this but she knew how it felt to lose a child.
"Then were should we go?" asked Greg looking towards Warrick and Nick.
"Let's go get a beer," suggest Warrick. The two nodded in reply. They both needed something to distract them from their friends' pain and sorrow.
"You two coming?" asked Nick looking over at Brass and Catherine.
Brass and Catherine both exchanged looks, "No I think we are going to stay, in case they need anything," answered Brass.
Nick nodded at the officer at this. "We'll come back later," replied Warrick giving Catherine's arm a squeeze before leaving.
Catherine and Brass watched as the three men disappeared down the hall. Catherine then leaned against the wall and closed her eyes before turning and looking at Brass, "Do you think they will be okay?" she asked her green eyes pouring into his.
"I hope so," he replied looking at his friend.
"I hope so too," replied Catherine turning back on to her back and looking into the distance. They both were thinking about the last year and how they watched their friends suffer. They couldn't image how they would recover from this.
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