The Child's Eyes 7?
Rating: possible R
Disclaimer: I only own Katie and Susan
Summary: Sara has a secret; will she be able tell the one man she loves about the child he didn't know he had? Sandle and a little Grillows
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Arriving to the store, Catherine immediately went to the racks, mumbling. "Oh that's gorgeous." And, "Oh god no, not that."
Sara, on the other hand found herself sitting, looking off in the distance. Her mind had been reeling the minute she stepped out break room door. Greg and Katie. Father and daughter. Alone together. Without either knowing what the other is. Her heart just couldn't stop pounding.
"Sara?"
Stunned from her daze, the brunette looked up. "Huh?"
"I've been calling you for last five minutes, sheesh. What do you think of this?"
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Pouring a cup of Blue Hawaiian, Greg was startled. "Mommy." Setting the cup down, he moved over to the couch, hearing Katie mumble once more. "Mommy."
Dropping to the floor, he gazed at her. She is absolutely beautiful, he thought, hearing as she called for Sara once more. "Hey." He whispered, pulling the lingering curls from her face. "Hey, its okay."
"Mommy?" The sleep pulled from her voice as her eyes slowly opened. "Mommy?" looking around, she couldn't see her mother; using a balled fist she rubbed the sleep from her eyes before asking. "Where mommy?"
"Oh sweetie, she went with Catherine to get dresses."
"Oh." Katie's face dropped, making her chocolate curls cascade off her small shoulders.
"Hey." Glancing around the room, his eye caught small T.V. in the corner of the room. "Hey, what do you say we go watch cartoons? Huh?" Her curls shook around as she nodded. "Okay, come on." He said, grabbing a few cushions from the couch; he placed them on the floor before turning back to the little girl. "Are you gonna come over here." She nodded once more before pushing her arms out. "Oh." Picking her up, he felt an odd sense of togetherness. Like he was complete.
Shaking off the odd feeling, he continued forward before placing Katie on the pillows. "Alright lets see what's on." Flipping through the channels, he stopped hearing a screech blast from the little girl.
"Spongebob!"
An amused chuckle came from the older man as he situated himself next to her. "You like Spongebob too."
Her shy demeanor disappeared as a bulging smile crossed her face and her hands clapped excitedly. "Yeah."
"Whose your favorite character?" Putting his elbows to his knees brought Greg closer to the little girl. "I like Patrick."
"No." Katie protested, shaking her head. "Spongebob…he funnier."
"Oh please…Patrick is so much funnier."
"No."
"Yeah."
"No."
"Alright we'll find out." Greg cooed decisively, before reclining back on the cushions
Looking around the room, Katie shyly rested her eyes on him
"What?" He questioned, seeing her light eyes hold to him. Watching the girl's gaze drop to his chest, he finally understood; patting a spot near his belly, he whispered. "Come on."
A smile broke out on the little girl's face as she rested her head on his chest.
"Ooh another one." As the shows theme started once more, so did Greg. "Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? Spongebob Square pants." He continued to sing the theme off-key making Katie giggle hysterically.
"Thank god we found a dress. If I had to try on another one of those stupid things I was gonna punch the sales girl."
"Oh Sara, calm down." Catherine said patting the young woman's shoulder.
"What, I've told you before that I hate wearing dresses."
"Well if its any consolation, I think that dress is gonna knock Greg off his feet."
Opening the double doors of the lab, Sara stopped. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?'
Shaking her head, the blonde persisted. "Oh come on, we can all see it."
"What?" She questioned, folding her arms against her chest.
Raising an eye, Catherine continued. "The kiss you two shared before you left, the questionare you gave me over the phone about whether he was dating anyone and the blush that plays on your cheeks every time someone says his name, do I need to go further?"
"Cath…" She started, but after a few seconds she found she couldn't finish.
"See." The blonde quirked another eye, before shimming her way to her fiancés office.
"Great." Sara sighed, moving further into the lab.
Stepping into the break room, she placed both her and Katie's dresses on the arm of the couch, before taking note of the missing cushions. Looking around the room, she caught sight of the couch's gawky material on the floor. "Huh." Moving forward, her eyes grew wide. There was father and daughter; in each other arms.
Sometime during the cartoons both Greg and Katie drifted off. The little girl's body rested more fully on his chest as his hand stroked the milk chocolate curls that splayed across his shoulder.
Seeing the sight before her, made Sara's heart swell with love. "Oh my god." She whispered, dropping to the floor. Reaching a hand out, she brushed her knuckles against Greg's cheek, surprised when he started to stir.
"Sara?" He asked, his eyes opening slightly.
"Hey." She nodded to Katie. "She wear you out?"
Greg shook his head, a smile gracing his handsome features. "Never."
She smiled her own charming smile before a realization hit. "Damn it."
"What?" Putting a hand to Katie's back, he slowly sat up. "What's wrong?"
"I forgot..." She sighed, rubbing the pain out of her head. "to make arrangements for a place to stay. Damn it." A few minutes of silence passed before Greg spoke.
"Well…you can stay with me." As soon as the words left his mouth, her heart jumped.
"Oh Greg, I…I couldn't."
"Come on, I have a guest room. Its not much but I would love to have you there." Hazel eyes caught brown as he pleaded. "Please?"
Dropping her gaze to Katie, her head buried deep in her father's chest and sound asleep, she conceded. "Okay." She nodded. "We will."
"Alright." He started, holding the little girl tighter as he slowly moved from the floor. "Well I'm gonna go check with Griss, see if there are any cases, and if not then we can go."
"Okay, but..."
"What?"
"I…" She pointed to her little girl. "I can take her from you."
Shaking his head, he pushed that thought away. "It's okay. She seems tired anyway. May as well let her sleep."
"Yeah." Looking around, she stuttered. "Well….well I'll go get my stuff."
"Okay."
TBC……R&R if you want more!
Okay if your wondering why I used Spongebob again its because when I think of Greg Sanders, I think crazy hair, Marilyn Manson, and Spongebob