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Stillborn- Chapter 11

Sara was not there, curled up to his side like he had fallen asleep too. Fussing his brows together in the dark, Grissom sighed. Wondering where Sara had gone off too? He knew she could just be in the bathroom or something but he still feared the worse. It had been six weeks since Sara had cut her self in the kitchen. It had been hard but the reality of Catherine being pregnant had settled in for Sara, or at least for the most part. Grissom knew that Sara would cry herself to sleep at night or make up excuse to why she couldn't join the gang for breakfast and such. He knew that she needed to grieve and get through the loss of her own terms but he was afraid that she would do something worse. Sara self destructs. And he feared that one day Sara will be unable to live anymore in the nightmare that she is going through. Joshua had been dead for two months now. The pain had numbed over for the most part but the loss still ached sometimes. He just feared this aching feeling would never go away and take away the person he loved.

He shook his heads, trying to get ride of the thoughts of Sara harming herself even more then what she already had done and glanced over to his left towards the master bathroom. The light was off he noted. Closing his eyes, he was about to go back to sleep deciding that Sara would be back up soon, when he heard a distance noise.

Cautionary getting out of bed, Grissom made his way into the hallway; his bare feet pounding against the hard wood floor. He appeared into Abbey's room first, where the tot was curled fast asleep, clenching her blanket. Closing the door behind him, He looked across to the nursery. The door was slightly a jarred, a single yellow line of light was bursting thought the crack and down the hallway. Stopping a few feet from where he stood.

Grissom walked towards the light, pushing open the door to find Sara, moving a dresser into the middle of the room where other furniture was, She was too focused on her task to notice him watching her. There were old sheets spread out on the floor, covering every inch of the room.

Grissom then watched Sara as she bent over a can of paint, pouring it into a tray. The paint was left over from when they painted the dinning room last Christmas, a soft apricot orange. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, her hair was up in a messy bun. She had on only an old faded Harvard t, which came down mid thigh, just covering the curve of her ass.

Dipping the roller into the paint, Sara looked up to see Grissom smiling at her.

"What?" she shrugged, meeting his eye.

"Nothing," he replied back with a shrug. He was leaning against the frame of the door, arms across over his chest. "Just wondering what you are doing?" he asked.

"What's it look like!" she replied as she applied the roller onto the white primed wall, "I am painting!"

"I can see that," replied Grissom stepping into the room. "But why now Sara?" he asked moving closer to her. Sara was not looking at him but concentrating on her painting job.

"I couldn't sleep," she shrugged, quickly looking over her shoulder at him before returning back to her task.

He knew Sara had been talking about redecorating the nursery back into an office over the last week or so. It had been two months since the stillborn. She wanted closure, he knew. He understood this, he needed it too. However, Grissom just didn't think that the middle of the night would be the time to do so.

"Finish it in the morning," he offered, taking a step towards her, trying to take the roller away from her. "Sara, come back to bed."

"No Gil," she shook her head. "I have to do THIS NOW!" Her brown eyes focused on his face. They were a mix of sorrow and hunger. She need to do it now, she needed to paint a fresh start on these walls or less. She stood like this for a second, staring at him. After a second she turned back to wall and continued on with her task.

Grissom dropped his hands to his side at this and let out a deep breath. He knew there was no point and arguing with her. Rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, he watched as Sara painted away for a moment, watching as the apricot colour was applied over the white primmer.

"Can I at least help you?" he asked in a quiet voice, picking up a paint brush which lay beside the tray of paint.

Sara looked over at him and smiled. "I thought you would never ask!"

And with that the two of them painted side by side into the morning, covering the walls of the nursery. They weren't erasing the memory of their son away but it was time to move on. A time for fresh starts in the Grissom household.

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