Daddy Don't Leave!
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: Don't own CSI, never will.
Summary: The eldest Grissom child tries to stop her parents from separating. Will she succeed or fail?
A/N: This isn't beta-ed, so there could be a few mistakes.
Grissom stayed in Sara's room for hours, talking about absolutely nothing in so many words. Sara took in a deep breath and said, "Gil, you know Sam's going to need some psychological help...she was so scared when you brought her in here."
Grissom nodded, and then his heart lurched painfully as he remembered what the doctor told him. Sara must have noticed this expression changed because she instantly asked what was wrong. He drew in a breath and let it out before saying, "Erm, the doctor told me some, um, bad news."
She furrowed her brow and cupped his cheek. She caressed his cheek with her thumb, waiting for him to continue. He held her hand and said, "Sara, were you pregnant?"
Shock registered in her brown eyes. Her hand moved unconsciously to her stomach as she asked, "How did you know? And what do you mean 'were pregnant'?"
The room suddenly seemed to shrink, and Grissom got warm. He bit his lip and whispered, "After you had gotten out of surgery, the doctor told me you had lost the baby. I didn't even know...since you never told me, I didn't know if you even knew you were pregnant with our third child."
Tears welled up in her eyes and they fell down her pale cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb and hugged her to him. He felt her shaking in his arms, and so he tightened his grip around her thin frame. He rested his cheek against her head and his heart broke as she whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...I lost our baby."
Grissom pulled away in surprise. How could she blame herself for losing the baby? He placed his hands on her cheeks and looked into her tear-filled eyes as he said, "Sara, I don't blame you in the slightest. Honey, how could it be your fault? You didn't ask to be shot. None of this was your fault!"
The tears were still rolling down her cheeks, but realization seemed to dawn on her. She wiped away the tears, and settled herself back down in Grissom's arms. He kissed her cheek and sighed. She held onto his hand as she said, "Honey, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the baby. I was just really scared...we'd been fighting and I didn't know if you'd want another child. I'm really sorry...can you forgive me?"
Grissom wove his arms tighter around her and said, "Of course I can forgive you...and I new baby will always be welcome. And I think we both screwed up...there was no real reason to be fighting. I was too protective and I think we both blew things out of proportion. I forgive you, but I think I need to ask for your forgiveness as well."
She smiled as she told him he was forgiven. They were sitting there no more than ten minutes when Nick burst into the room, carrying a sobbing child in his arms. Grissom's heart raced as he saw his daughter in complete hysterics. He held out his arms for her and Nick handed Samantha over. He asked what had happened, and Nick said, "I don't know...she went to sleep in my lap and was fine. The next thing I knew she was awake and screaming for her mother, so I brought her in here to you guys. Maybe she had a nightmare?"
Grissom nodded and thanked Nick. He then asked where Erik was. Nick replied that Jim had taken him to his place. Grissom dismissed the Texan and told him he could go. Grissom then turned his attention back to the wailing eight year old. He held her tightly and rocked her back and forth, attempting to soothe the child. She hiccupped as her sobs grew quieter. He rubbed her back and she buried her face into his shoulder, completely soaking his shirt. His heart was racing, and he was sure she could feel it.
"Shh, shh, shh, Sam it's okay, baby," he whispered into her ear. "Everything's okay sweetie...there, there, it's okay. What happened honey?"
Her hands were gripping his shirt in desperation. Her breathing was heavy and her heart was beating rapidly as if she had just run a marathon. She just curled up on her father's lap for a few minutes before Grissom gently set the girl on Sara's lap. Sara held onto her daughter, her heart breaking at the sight. Sam finally loosened up and said, "Mommy, don't ever leave me."
Sara bit her lip and brushed her daughter's hair from her eyes. She kissed Sam's temple before whispering, "Baby, I'll never really be gone. I'll always be right here."
She placed her shaking hand over Samantha's heart and continued, "I'll try not to leave you anytime soon, okay? But there will be a day when I'll have to go, but I'll always live in your heart. Don't ever forget that sweet pea."
Sam nodded, her curls bouncing. She wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and rested her cheek on Sara's shoulder. Sara sighed and looked at her husband, hurt in her eyes. Grissom had a grim look on her face as he whispered, since Sam had fallen asleep, "We really should take her to a psychiatrist."
Sara nodded in agreement as she continued stroking her daughter's back. A few minutes later, Sam tensed up in Sara's arms and her eyes were tightly closed. Sara rubbed her daughter's back and whispered, "Sam...Samantha, honey wake up...baby, you're dreaming. Everything's okay.
Sam opened her eyes and her bright brown eyes were filled with unshed tears. Sara quickly wiped them away as soon as they fell and Sam cried, "That man hurt you...blood everywhere! Mommy!"
Sara's heart tore in two as she listened to her daughter's anguished cries. Sara drew in a deep breath and said, "Baby, I'm okay."
"And the man was caught," Grissom said from the corner. "You're Aunt Catherine and Uncles Greg, Nick, Warrick, and Jim got the man who hurt Mommy. He won't ever get to her or you again."
Sam nodded, but the fear was still evident in her eyes. Sara leaned back against the pillows, her heart aching. Grissom then stood up and told Sara he was going to take Sam home. He picked up the child and walked back to the waiting room, where Nick was standing. He asked him if he could take him home, and Nick agreed. When they got to the Grissom residence, all of the crime scene tape had been removed and Grissom walked inside. He put Sam in her bed and said, "I'll be just out in the living room. If you need me, just call and I'll be here, okay? Baby, I'm really sorry you had to see that happen to Mommy...but the next time if Mommy says to stay there, please just stay there. I know you're curious, but that man could've hurt you or your brother if you would've followed Mommy. She just wanted you guys to be safe."
Sam nodded and curled up in her bed. Grissom leaned down and kissed her forehead before leaving the room. He walked to the kitchen and instantly got the phone book down and started searching for a psychiatrist to help Sam.
A/N 2: I hope you all are still enjoying this...I hope you are. If not, I'm sorry, and please leave a review to tell me why you don't like this. For those of you who have reviewed so far, thank you so much. I never expected this story to be so popular...thank you!