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"Will she like me?" Sara asked nervously.
"Sara, she'll love you." Grissom stopped what he was doing to stand in front of her and held his hands on her upper arms; mostly to keep from pacing back and forth.
"Won't she be mad at me for not telling you about Jason?"
"She'll understand. Stop fussing; you're beautiful."
"I'm nervous." She admitted, but he knew better than to downplay her feelings.
"Here, set the table to keep busy." He handed her the silverware first. Just as she finished, the doorbell rang. Sara nearly dropped the glass she was holding. The table saved her fumbling hands. Grissom sent her a reassuring smile and walked to the door. Sara fussed with her clothes now that the table was set.
"-Hi Mom; I'm glad you could come.-" Grissom spoke and signed at the same time then picked up her bags to escort her into his home.
-I'm glad to come. It's been a while since we could get together.- She signed back. His mother was a thin woman about the same height as Catherine. She had stark white hair and Sara knew where Gil inherited the curl from. She had a kind face and light blue eyes.
"-For that, I apologize. A lot has changed in my life recently.-" He set her bags down and took her coat after properly greeting her with a kiss to her cheek. His mother looked across the room and saw a very nervous Sara.
-So I see. Do I finally get to meet a girl or is she just a beard?- His mother asked with a teasing smile. Grissom just smiled.
"-This is Sara.-" Gil coolly replied to his mother's teasing. She stared at Sara in disbelief and then looked back and forth between the two of them. She finally faced Gil and summoned her voice along with her fingers.
"-Sara? Berkeley Sara?-" Gil nodded and blushed furiously. His mother looked back at Sara with a gentle gaze. Sara waved nervously. Gil regained his mother's attention with a touch to her arm.
"-Yes, Mom, she's the same Sara from Berkeley. I've finally given into my heart and we've been dating for a few months.-" Gil was pulled into a tight hug. She then walked to Sara and did the same thing. Sara's face was captured by aging hands.
"I'm glad to finally meet you. You are just as lovely as Gil said." Angela Grissom spoke slowly to give Sara a chance to decipher the words.
"Thank you; it's lovely to meet you too." Angela smiled warmly. Grissom busied himself with dinner and held the chairs for both women to sit at the table. He set himself in the middle. The conversation was guided largely by Angela trying to get to know Sara. It was slow going; there were some questions Sara needed to have translated by Grissom. After dinner was cleaned up and they were seated comfortably in the living room; the moment Sara had been dreading arrived.
"-Mom, we have something to tell you.-" Grissom began.
"-Engaged? Married? Pregnant?-" She asked excitedly.
"-Sort of. It turns out that the protection we used seventeen years ago failed. As a result, we have a son.-" He signed and spoke to his mother. Sara handed over several pictures she had copied for Angela to keep. The room was silent as Angela spent several minutes looking at the bundle of photographs. Gil took hold of Sara's hands after two minutes. It had a calming effect. Angela looked at the couple.
"-He's very handsome. Where is he?-" She started.
"-He's at work right now. There is more news.-" Gil and Sara had discussed this and were going to go with the 'ripping a band-aid off method', but it wasn't as easy as they thought.
"-I'm waiting.-" She didn't need her hands for that sentence. Sara knew at that second how discipline was handed down at Gil's house when he was a child.
"-Do you remember me telling you about Catherine; the red head?-" Angela nodded. Gil glanced at Sara before continuing.
"-Well Jason has been dating her daughter, Lindsey for about a year and a half.-" Gil paused.
"Go on." Angela spoke very clear. Had Sara not been so nervous, she would have been amused at the sight of her almost fifty year old boyfriend telling his mother this story.
"Lindsey is four months pregnant. This is how and why I found out about Jason.-"
-Sara, how old are you?- Angela signed and Sara needed Gil to translate.
"She wants to know how old you are." He said.
"Oh, I'm thirty-seven." Sara looked at Angela.
-Why didn't you tell Gil?-Angela was punishing Sara by not using her voice, forcing her to have Gil translate.
"She asked why you didn't tell me." He said quietly. He knew what she was doing to Sara.
"I was scared and twenty. I was alone." Sara sat tall and confidently.
-You wouldn't have been if you had told him.- Again, Sara looked at Gil.
"She said you wouldn't have been alone if you had told me." He said quietly. Neither one knew if that would actually have been true or not. He did know that he would have helped financially even if he did nothing else.
"I couldn't. He rarely called or wrote; never inquiring about my well being." Sara barely finished before focusing on her lap. Angry eyes turned to Gil.
"-You sleep with her and disappear! I raised you better than that.-" Sara was fighting against the tears. Sometimes, she hated being right.
"-That's not how it happened. She was still in college and I was already living here. We both knew I was leaving the next morning. As I said, we used a condom.-" He fought the blush because as close as he is with his mother, discussing his sex life was not a road he wanted to travel.
"-I could have told you the damn things were useless. How do you think you arrived?-"
Sara and Gil sat in shock for a minute as they digested Angela's words. Soon Sara's shoulders began shaking as she tried to contain her laughter. Grissom realized she was laughing. She finally looked at him.
"I told you, Grissom men have mutant sperm." She continued to laugh. Gil smiled.
"-Gil, what did she say?-" Angela asked because she wasn't able to read Sara's lips.
"-She thinks that Grissom men have mutant sperm. Three generations all having been fathered through latex barriers.-" Angela smirked.
"-Four generations as far as I know. My mother in law is only twenty years older than me.-" She stated simply. Sara was still laughing to herself and Gil didn't think she'd heard. He looked back at his mother.
-I'll tell her later.- He signed.
-How are you adjusting to fatherhood?-
-It was tough at first. Jason wasn't accepting of me in his life. We've since bonded. He's a great kid. He's protective of Sara. It took months for him to trust me and my intentions.- He looked at Sara quickly. She was watching the conversation now that she had calmed down. The look in his eye told her he would tell her later.
-I hope she raised a gentleman.-
-Yes, he's a natural. He's very respectful.-
"-He looks just like you used to.-" Angela felt that she could include Sara in the conversation again.
"-I know. He's very smart and as soon as he learned about the baby, he made changes in his life so he could be there for Lindsey and support the baby.-" A timer went off and Sara looked at her watch.
"I need to go to work. Mrs. Grissom, it was nice to meet you." Sara spoke to Angela and then rose to her feet.
"You too dear. I hope I can meet my grandson soon." Sara smiled.
"Me too. He's free tomorrow after school. Will you be here?" Angela smiled.
"Yes. That would be lovely. I look forward to it." Grissom rose as well and walked Sara to the door.
"I'm glad you met her." He started as he helped her with her coat.
"Me too." She faced him.
"She liked your theory and informed me that it's four generations as far as she knows."
"I'd volunteer to test my theory, but I don't want to have a baby the same age as my grandchild. It's still weird to say that." He smiled.
"It's still weird to hear. We should investigate alternative solutions. I'm losing my control." He told her as his hands landed on her hips.
"I am too. I'll call my doctor in the morning."
"I'll call mine too." She smiled and placed her hands on his chest.
"I've got to go."
"Be careful. I love you."
"I love you too." Angela's curiosity had gotten the better of her and she turned her head in time to see Sara's sentiment form on her lips. She saw her son lean forward to kiss Sara. She moved to the kitchen to put the clean dishes away and also to give Gil his privacy. Gil returned a minute later.
-How does it feel to be with her?-
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A/N: To those of you guessing that his mother was going to show up; way to go. Please let me know what you think. To paraphrase Gil Grissom: "You are the masters...I serve you." *Gives you puppy dog face*