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.

I know, I know it's been awhile since I have updated but I have been really busying with school and studying and exams. But that is all over now! School ended Friday! So I am free for the summer to write!

Hope you enjoy this chapter, thanks!

Stillborn- Chapter 4

The bar was noisy and dark. It was located off the strip and only a ten minute drive from the lab. It was where everyone went to get wasted after a hard case. The team had been here multiple times before. It only seemed natural for the guys to come here now.

The three men enter the bar and waved over at the bartender. The bartender lifted his head and nodded at them. They then made their way over to their usual table at the back. Harry the bartender knew all of the nightshift members pretty well; they were some of his daily customers.

Five or so minutes later Harry appeared at the table with there usual a round of beers.

A mumble of thanks went around the table as Harry passed out the beers.

"So what happened?" he asked in his thick southern accent.

They all looked up at this and exchanged looks. It was then Warrick who answered.

"You know how Sara and Griss where having a baby?" he asked Harry as he took a sip of his beer.

"Yah," nodded Harry. "Gil was here the other day talking about how Sara was due soon."

"Well they lost it!"

"No shit?" asked Harry in disbelief.

"Yah it was a stillborn," replied Nick sadly.

Harry just shook his head at this and reached out and grabbed Greg's beer bottle from his hands and took a swig of it. Greg gave Harry a quire look as he placed the bottle back on the table.

"I guess God had his reasons. But shit man! Sara and Grissom had two miscarriages before right?" asked Harry

They all nodded at this.

"That just not right!" spoke Harry before leaving.

They all sat in silence after this, just drinking their beers and looking around the bar. It wasn't long after that a blonde frizzy haired waitress appeared with a new round of beers for them. After she had left, Greg spoke.

"I just don't know how they are going get through this one, especially Sara. Watching them go through miscarriage after miscarriage was hard."

Sara first miscarriage had happened when she was only two months pregnant, and Abbey was only 5 months. The second one had happened when Abbey was 10 months and Sara had been 4 month pregnant this time. Then just two month later Sara had found out she was pregnant again. But Sara had not kept her hopes up about the baby until the very end.

"Especially the 2nd time around," spoke Greg taking a sip of his beer. "Sara had been so devastated when she heard she lost that baby. She blamed it on her self. I just don't know how she is going to get through this one."

"My sister first kid was stillborn. Her and her husband, Phil were devastated. I remember the look on my sister's face. She cried for days I remember. It went on like this for months before, she found out she was pregnant with my nephew Hunter who is four now. She was so happy and graceful to be blessed with Hunter. But I don't think there is not a day that goes by that she thinks about that little girl she lost," spoke Nick. "Losing a child is something I don't think you can ever really get over."

"It's just sucks that it happened to Sara and Grissom. There is no body else in the world I know who wanted this child more. They just wanted to give Abbey a little brother or sister. And they couldn't even give her that," spoke Warrick, anger rising in his throat.

"I know buddy, I know," spoke Nick patting Warrick on the back.

It was night now, Catherine and Brass had just left with Abbey. Sara was supposed to stay the night. The doctors wanted to make sure she was okay before releasing her in the morning. Usually Grissom would not be allowed to stay the night but all the nurses did not have the heart to tell him to go home after what he had been through that day.

Sara watched as Grissom close the blinds, before coming over to the bed. He slid his shoes off and jeans before getting in beside Sara. Sara turned on her side as Grissom curled up beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. They stayed like this for a while, listening to the noises coming from the hallway.

It was in between the muffled silence, Grissom heard a soft sob escape from Sara's lips. At this Grissom buried his face in her hair and kissed the nape of her neck.

Sara brought a hand up behind her head and towards Grissom's beard and stroked it.

It was then that Grissom let his emotions finally show. Tears leaked through his eyelashes, and streamed down his cheeks. Silent sods rocked his body. Sara cradled his face in her hands.

They cried together, letting out their grief.

Grissom tightened his grip on Sara's waist, pressing her close to him. He then began to kiss her neck again, salty tears falling on her skin. As Grissom's kiss deepened she let out a moan/sob.

Then all the sudden she dropped her hands from his chin and pushed him away, curling up into ball. "No, no, no," cried of Sara.

Grissom looked down at Sara hurt and confused.

"No!" she cried loudly this time.

Sara then started to cry uncontrollably. Hot, salty, ugly tears rolled down her cheeks. Her nose began to run but she didn't care.

Grissom wrapped his arms around her body.

"It's not fair," she sobbed. "It's not fair, DAMN IT!"

"I know its not," replied Grissom softly kissing the back of Sara's sweaty neck.

"It's not fair," she sobbed. "Why does everything I create seem to die? Why!"

"Hey we still have Abbey," whispered Grissom into Sara ear.

At the mention of her daughter, Sara started to cry harder. "Abbey, my little Abbey-Wabbey!" she cried, a small smile appearing.

At this Grissom kissed the back of Sara neck again and slipped a hand under her flannel pajama top. He ran his hand over the curve of her belly to her breast. His finger tips ran along it with the lightest touch. He tugged softly at the nipple, moving it back and forth with his thumb and index finger. He did this until a hard peek formed. Grissom then ran his hand along the other breast and did the same.

Sara then turned towards Grissom and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was salty and sweet. Grissom kissed Sara back, still cupping her breast.

In a matter of seconds the kiss grew with passion and hunger.

A moan escaped from Sara's lips in between kisses. Sara ran her hand up Grissom's beard to his hair. Her hand then ran through his short salty pepper curls.

Grissom slipped his tongue into the opening of Sara's month and ran the tip of it along her bottom teeth.

Sara hand left his hair and glazed down his neck and chest. She then began to pull at his polo shirt. Grissom slipped his hand from under her shirt and lifted his arms above his head helping her.

The kiss was broken for a quick second as Grissom shirt was removed but resumed as Sara tossed the shirt on to the floor. Grissom was on top of Sara by this point, his hands slowly unbuttoning her shirt. Grissom trailed his lips down her neck and chest. Once the last button was undone and Sara's naval was exposed, Grissom looked up to see that Sara was sobbing.

At once Grissom rolled off of Sara and on to his side and began to wipe Sara's tears.

"No, keep going," whispered Sara.

"No sweetie not now," replied Grissom pulling Sara to his chest.

"Just sleep," he spoke kissing her on the eye lid. He then began to rock her back and forth like he did with Abbey.

Sara nodded at this and closed her eyes. She was still crying but not as hard as before. She then soon fell into an uneasy sleep.

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