Chapter twenty:
He turned and his expression caused her to inch away from the counter.
"You are not having an amnio!" he yelled.
She squared her shoulders and Brass fumed.
Brass knew Sara was about to unleash her fury on Grissom.
He stepped between them.
"You don't tell me what to do!" she yelled.
"I just did," he barked.
Brass said nothing as he monitored the blow by blow.
"No, you didn't!" she shot back.
"You're stubborn!" snipped Grissom.
Brass smirked.
"You're immature!" she announced.
"I am not!" Grissom glared.
"You didn't come around until Hank did…you threw me away like some discarded toy but the moment Hank showed up, you're right there wanting me back."
Brass found himself nodding and Grissom shot him a dirty look.
Sara tossed her head up in the air in defiance.
"You've let your pride cloud your judgment!" Grissom bellowed.
"My pride? You're the one that walked out the moment I told you I slept with Hank!" she yelled.
Brass cringed.
"You're not as smart as I thought you were! I left because I wanted that baby to be mine…not Hank's! I didn't give a damn that you slept with him," he seethed.
"You have just as much chance as Hank!...maybe more….Hank and I only…we uhm…" she stuttered through the explanation but both men got the jest.
Hank and Sara had sex once while she and Grissom had made love several times.
Brass stood there flushed.
"Hank is younger," shot back Grissom.
Sara rolled her eyes causing Grissom's fury to erupt.
Brass stood ready to intercede.
"I never wanted to get involved with you!" yelled Grissom.
Brass cursed as Sara gasped.
"You came to me!" she shrieked.
"I've always thought I was too old for you. I told you to get a life! What did you get? Hank!"
"What did you get? Lady Heather?" she shot back.
Alarm bells went off in Brass's head.
"Okay, kids. I think we need to…"
"At least Heather doesn't let her emotions get in the way…"
He didn't finish as Sara stood bracing herself on the counter.
"At least I have emotions!" she screamed.
"That's the second time you've accused me of not feeling anything!" he fumed.
"Fine. You have feelings…just not for me," she pouted.
Brass glared at Grissom.
"Do you think I would be standing here in a shouting match with a witness if I didn't have feelings for you?" he yelled.
"Heather wasn't the first…there were others," she sneered.
"Okay…let's just clear the air," shouted Grissom.
Alarm bells sounded again as Brass waved his arms as if to stop the argument but Sara shoved one of them down.
"Go for it bugman," she glared.
Brass covered the chuckle that wanted to escape.
"What did you call me?" he asked.
"You heard me," she said proudly.
"Stooping to name calling," he shot back.
"Clear the air," she challenged.
"I dated women. What's wrong with that?" he glared.
"You wouldn't even give me the time of day!" she shrieked.
"I'm your boss!" he said condescending.
"Don't use that tone with me!" she warned. "You can use it with the guys or Hodges but don't you think for a moment that I'll not kick your ass."
Grissom smirked and it infuriated Sara.
"I could easily put you on your ass," she threatened.
Brass looked at Grissom as if he was going to kick his ass for her.
"I dated…just dates. I thought you'd do the same. I wanted you to find someone your age…to marry…have children," he said without shouting.
"I didn't want that!" she groaned. "I wanted you!"
"Well, now you have me!" he yelled.
"You'll run as soon as the paternity test comes back that it's Hank," she sniveled.
"See! Even you think…"
"No! I don't! I just meant…I can't count on you!" she groaned.
"Yes, you can!" he sighed letting the aggravation seep through.
"This is the very reason why I want the amnio. You'll have to put up or shut up," she said.
"So, you're just waiting for me to screw up again!" he yelled.
"It wouldn't be the first time!" she said.
"If it's a confession you need Sara then fine, I screwed up! I refused to let myself have you until it was almost too late. I didn't handle the pregnancy news very well. It must be nice to be you, Sara…to never screw up! What was Hank?"
Brass glanced at Grissom and then Sara.
When she did not respond, Brass stepped toward her.
"I screwed up," she whispered. "I screwed up by pretending Hank was you….by sleeping with him because I couldn't have you. Now, I'm paying for it….only this baby is caught in the middle. My father was right," she breathed as she stood there not caring that she had begun to cry.
"Sara, that's not true," said Brass.
Grissom cursed inwardly. "Sara…"
"I screwed up…more than you ever did," she said to Grissom.
She hurried to the bedroom, slamming the door.
Brass turned to Grissom.
"Get your ass in there and grovel!" demanded Brass.
"I can't believe I said that," said Grissom not wishing to see her cry.
"You knew she felt guilty for sleeping with Hank but you just had to throw it in her face," fumed Brass.
Grissom marched toward the bedroom.
He was thankful there was no lock on the door.
He tapped before entering.
She lay there curled on the bed.
"Sara, I'm sorry," he began.
"Leave me alone Grissom," she sniffled.
"I think I've done that one too many times," he said as he crossed the room and sat down beside her.
He gently stroked her hair.
"You shouldn't feel guilty…this is my fault. This is my penance for …waiting so long…for hurting you all these years. I don't deserve to have a child. I don't know why you put up with me…perhaps you're done trying…"
"Shut up," she said.
He grinned slightly.
"I want the amnio," she wept.
"The last time you had a full blown anxiety attack," Grissom reminded her. "You scared the hell out of me when the contractions began!"
"I need the amnio," she begged. "I can't go on like this."
"Then don't. Let's never talk about this again. Let's focus on getting married and having this baby. We'll face whatever happens together."
She shook her head.
"Why not?" he groaned.
"I need the amnio," she said.
"I don't! Sara, please. What if it happens again? Are you willing to risk your life or the baby's?"
"I'll uhm talk with Peggy…I'll accept whatever she says."
He didn't like it.
"Hank is going to be…"
She rolled over and faced the wall.
"Sara…"
"I just want to lay here for a moment…then I'll shower and leave," she said.
"Stay," he pleaded.
She shook her head.
He cursed.
"I'm sorry I upset you," he whispered.
"I'm sorry I did this…to us," she lamented.
"You didn't!"
"I don't want to fight anymore," she admitted. "Please…stop."
"Can I get you anything? You've not eaten," he pointed out.
"I'll get something later," she said.
"Nonsense," he said. "I'll just…"
"Griss?"
"Yes?"
"Could you hold me?" she whispered.
It was the first time she had asked for anything.
He spooned his body to hers and wrapped his arms around her.
"You were right. I was trying to tell you what to do," he admitted.
"You're concerned," she agreed.
"I'm worried," he replied.
He felt her smile and he hugged her tighter.
"I'm not stubborn," she announced.
"I'm not immature," he proclaimed.
"My judgment is not clouded either," she said. "I'm uhm trying to be fair…neutral."
"It hurts. I feel like you're rejecting me," he whispered.
"I am," she replied.
"Ouch," he said out loud.
"Only until the amnio results," she explained.
"Now who's placing conditions on our relationship?" he countered.
"Self preservation," she admitted.
"Sara, I'm not going anywhere. I'm here…for as long as you'll put up with me," he said.
She was quiet for a moment.
"You really didn't care that I slept with Hank?"
"I lied. I do…but it's my fault…not yours," he emphasized.
"I want this baby to be yours," she cried. "I don't want to spend the rest of my life dealing with Hank. I just want to…kick his ass."
He grinned. "I'm glad at least you're neutral about your feelings as well."
"No, I'm not. I never loved Hank. I love you. How do I explain that to my child, Grissom? How do I explain that it was not conceived in love? I mean if it's Hank. I don't want it to be Hank's. I don't want to fight over visitation or custody or…"
She found herself gasping for air.
"Breathe in slowly…just relax…Sara, please don't have the amnio," he begged. "I'll talk with Hank. We'll come to some agreement."
Her shoulders shook.
"Please don't….are you laughing?" he asked in amazement.
"You talk with Hank? That would be like me talking with Heather…did you sleep with her?" she asked.
"I can talk with Hank….my relationship with Heather is not up for discussion," he said.
She rose slightly. "You uhm slept with Heather?"
"Sara…"
She scrambled out of the bed.
"I need a shower," she pouted.
"Sara, stop!" he said trying to scramble off the bed since he knew there was a lock on the bathroom door.
He attempted to catch her but it was too late.
He heard the click of the lock.
"Sara, please let me in," he pleaded.
"Get away from me, Grissom. You slept with Heather but you couldn't even have dinner with me!" she yelled.
"Sara, let me explain," he banged.
"You'll have to get through that door…before I…go away!" she shouted.
He fumed.
"This is childish!" he yelled.
"You're a…."
The word was lost on the sound of the shower turning on.
Wonder what she called me?
Well, two can play at this game…
Grissom hurried to the kitchen.
Brass sat there with a coffee cup.
"Out of the doghouse?" he asked.
"Could you fix breakfast…waffles…she likes waffles…with strawberries…you can make waffles, right?" asked Grissom.
Grissom fished out something from a drawer and then took off toward the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" asked Brass.
"She locked the bathroom," he said holding up the key.
Going to get his ass kicked…
A friend would warn him…
Brass chuckled.
He deserves an ass kicking…
There was a tap at the front door and Brass smiled as he kissed Sofia.
"Just in time to make waffles," he said pulling her inside.
"I came so I can cook breakfast for you?" she scoffed.
"No, you came so you can cook breakfast for Sara and Grissom," he said.
"Where are they?" she asked looking around.
"Sara locked the bathroom door…Grissom has a key. Just a slight lover's spat," he said with a smile.
"He shouldn't…you should warn him…you're not going to are you?" she said with a slight grin.
"He deserves this," chuckled Brass.
She stood there in the shower and cursed when she heard the door click.
"Get out Grissom!"
"We're not finished talking," he said.
"Don't come near me!" she demanded.
"Or what?" he challenged.
He grabbed the shower door and opened it.
She felt self conscious as she stood there naked in the shower.
She turned away from him and began to wash her hair.
He smiled at her naked form.
"Stop looking at me!" she stormed.
"You're beautiful…even more when you're mad," he teased.
"Go away," she ordered.
"I didn't sleep with Heather…I slept with her but I didn't have sex with her," he tried to clarify.
Sara turned around.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"I didn't have sex with her," he admitted. "I did sleep with her…sleep Sara…nothing more."
"Oh," she said.
"I wanted to…but she wouldn't…"
Sara flipped the shower nozzle causing it to spray Grissom.
"Sara!" He bellowed.
Sofia and Brass glanced at one another.
"You think we should check on them?' asked Sofia.
"I'm not going in there," said Brass. "Maybe you should…"
Sofia shook her head also.
Grissom grabbed the shower nozzle and pointed it away from him.
He stood there soaked.
She grinned.
She expected him to retreat but instead he turned the handle.
Sara screeched when the cold water hit her.
"You know maybe we ought to do something," said Sofia.
"I'll go if you go," offered Brass.
They started toward the bedroom.
Sara's screams continued.
"He wouldn't hurt her," stated Sofia in a questioning manner.
"I'm not worried about Sara," said Brass.
Sofia looked shocked.
Grissom turned the water off as Sara stood there shivering.
"You…you!" she yelled.
He was the one to grin now.
She grabbed his shirt collar pulling him closer as her hand flew back.
He caught it in mid air.
"Not nice!" he chided.
"I'll smack that grin off your face if you don't…"
Her mouth was interrupted by his lips.
He pressed her against the shower wall and deepened the kiss.
"I don't hear anything," whispered Sofia.
"Water stopped," noted Brass.
Grissom kept her pinned to the wall as his body crushed hers.
His lips left hers.
"Mind if I shower with you?" he whispered.
"You're overdressed," she said.
"I can…"
There was a tap at the door and then it opened.
Grissom hid Sara's naked body.
"Tell me I don't have to call in a 419," called out Brass.
"We could give us some privacy," growled Grissom.
"Sara?" asked Brass.
"Not yet…maybe later…it'd be for him…not me," she called.
"Well, in that case," Brass stepped out.
The door clicked shut.
Grissom and Sara stared at one another as they began to laugh.
"I told you they were fine," muttered Brass.
"You did not!" shoved Sofia.
Brass pretended it hurt.
"Breakfast is coming up!" yelled Brass.
Grissom stepped back and stared at her.
She tried to turn away but he stopped her.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
"I'm pregnant," she whined.
"Like I said, you're beautiful," he breathed as he pulled her into his arms.
"Your clothes are wet," she smirked.
"Mind if I take them off?" he asked.
Sara licked her lips.
She helped him and soon they were back in the shower.
He reached for the nozzle but she grabbed it first.
"You wouldn't," he warned.
The cold water blasted him.
He cursed loudly.
"They're at it again," said Sofia.
"You almost done?" asked Brass.
"How can you think about food at a time like this?" asked Sofia.
"That was Sara turning the cold water on Grissom," said Brass.
"How do you know that?" she asked.
"My ex did that to me when I came home drunk," he said.
"Did you uhm do that a lot?" she asked.
"Oh yeah…I wanted you…not her," he said.
Sofia smiled. "That might just get you lucky…later."
He grinned as he grabbed a strawberry and plopped it into his mouth.
Grissom grabbed the nozzle and turned it away.
"You just won't quit," he said as he grabbed her. He held her tight and she waited for his kiss but instead she felt him pour the contents of the shampoo bottle over her head.
"You just wasted a bottle….stop it!" she screeched.
He chuckled as her body was covered with shampoo bubbles.
She grabbed the bottle and poured the remainder on him.
"Sara stop!" he groaned. "I'm going to smell like you!"
"Is that so bad?" she asked.
"To me? No. To the guys? They'll never let me live it down," he wailed.
She laughed as she watched him wash it off.
She reached for the bottle once more but he quickly grabbed her, pinning her back to the wall once more.
"You like doing that," she gasped.
"Yes, I do," he grinned.
"You've pinned me down before," she said licking her lips.
"In the lab…I wanted you that day," he whispered.
"I know," she said.
"How uhm did you know?" he asked.
She grinned her Sidle smile and he blushed.
"I didn't think you noticed," he said.
"I did…I had to take a shower later," she said.
"Me too," he admitted.
He kissed her at that moment as his hands followed her curves.
"Let's uhm move this to the bedroom," he whispered.
He towel dried her hair and then covered her with his robe.
He grabbed her hand and quickly pulled her to the bed.
"Maybe we shouldn't…"
She was stopped once more by his lips.
His lips trailed down her neck and she moaned.
It almost pushed him over the edge.
His hand caressed a breast and then trailed down her abdomen to caress the small bulge before dipping between her thighs.
She writhed beneath him.
He gently entered her and she practically came off the bed trying to force him fully inside her.
"Slow Sara," he whispered. "I don't want to hurt…"
He moaned when she pushed him deeper.
"Sara…"
"Shut up," she whispered as she rocked against him.
He slipped out of her and frustration hit her forcibly.
He grinned at the expression on her face just before he plunged deeply sending her into a frenzy. Her body bucked toward his and he gently pushed her into the bed forcing her to lie still. He then slowly set up a rhythm and she followed. Soon they were both moving in unison.
He whispered her name over and over as he made love to her.
They climaxed together and lay there panting.
"That was…"
"We need to fight more often," he announced.
He groaned when her elbow made contact with his side.
"Not nice," he moaned.
"I smell waffles," she said sitting up in bed.
He chuckled.