Grissom lay in bed, well Sara's bed to be more precise, his arm wrapped around her waist as she slept next to him. A smile on his face. Since Sara had got back the week before, they had rarely spent their time apart especially when sleeping. That was all they had done in bed, but Grissom was still overcome with it. Life to him now seemed odd if Sara wasn't with him. They had spent every early morning when they slept at after work in one or the other's place. Each had ended up with a small set of clothes at the others which had been there and stayed there after they had changed into whatever they had brought with them. They had never actually discussed it, it had just happened. Neither had wanted to be away from the other for longer than was necessary.
There had been the occasional morning where Grissom had stayed in the office longer than Sara in order to catch up with paperwork. But then they were still never apart for more than an hour as after that Grissom began missing her and worrying about her been all alone. At work he could keep his distance slightly easier now that they had come up with ways to still be professional but remain contact with each other. He also knew that none of the others at work would let Sara get hurt. They didn't know that she was pregnant yet but they would still keep an eye on her, especially because she had only really just come back. And as soon as they knew Grissom was sure that there would be very few times when she was alone.
It still didn't stop him worrying however, he became even more aware of the danger which they possibly faced everyday, he even tightened up subtly on safety within the lab. Almost everyone believed that the sheriff had been lecturing him about health and safety within the lab, supported by the fact that one of the dayshift team had ended up with a minor burn due to a heat source left on. Almost everyone. Sara knew that he was more aware of these things just as she herself was now slightly more aware. But neither of them knew that Catherine had also seen the connection, she had smiled when she had first worked it out. Seeing how well Grissom was taking to fatherhood. Her smile had dropped off soon after when she remembered that Grissom still didn't know. She kept trying to catch Sara alone but never seemed to manage it. She was always leaving earlier afterwards, not staying afterwards for hours by herself. And Grissom was always already there when Catherine arrived.
Not even Catherine had noticed that Grissom was spending less and less time in his office in the morning and was in the break room earlier and earlier with Sara. Nor had even Catherine noticed that just like Sara, Grissom was also pulling less and less overtime, if any now. That he only stayed behind when he had to, and that at most it was only ever for an hour.
Grissom had already awoken as he lay there with Sara. He had never been one to stay in bed when he was awake, but he felt an unusual pull to stay in bed. And he knew that it was a pull to stay nearer the woman who laid there with him. He also had a curious urge not to wake her, she looked so peaceful in her sleep. But this did not stop him from kissing the back of her neck lightly, the only part of her he could reach from there. He stilled as she wiggled slightly, hoping that he hadn't woken her.
She turned over and and looked up at him. Even though she had seemed peaceful and happy when asleep, whenever she woke up and realised that Grissom was still there and that it hadn't all been a dream, a smile instantly spread across her face.
It was this smile that reminded Grissom that it wasn't a dream. Seeing that beautiful smile whenever she woke up in the morning and saw him took his breath away everyday. He murmured softly not wanting to wake her up that much if he had just woken up.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep honey." Her answer was equally murmured, but only in response to his tone of voice.
"I was already awake, I just didn't want to move in case I woke you." She leaned up slightly and kissed him, tenderly and gently, which she did most mornings, but still neither tired of this greeting, which seemed to remind them both of everything which had happened between them. There was very little need in the kiss, just an expression of love.
Sara lay back down onto the pillows as they broke away. Grissom sat up to look down at her. A smile still on her face, her glorious hair spread out on the pillow behind her, softening her features. He smiled at the image he saw and placed his palm onto her stomach. She giggled at the awed look on his face, he still seemed amazed everytime he registered that there was a small life in their. That would soon begin to show. He laid back down at Sara's giggling and lifted his arm up slightly. Sara instantly moved under his arm and laid her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. With his other hand he tilted her head up slightly and kissed her again slowly and leisurely, leaving her slightly breathless as he pulled away.
Grissom's spare arm found its way to her stomach again where again he lay his hand on top of it. They lay there silently for a good 10 minutes before Grissom softly asked Sara a question.
"Sara? What kind of father did you choose? For the baby, from the clinic?"
She decided the only way to avoid the question was with teasing, "Why? If I went for a younger model are you going to get jealous?" He smiled and chuckled slightly. Sara relaxed, she knew that she still needed to tell him. She just needed to find the right way. She leaned back onto his shoulder and felt her head move slightly as she heard a chuckle escape him. She looked back up at him, a questioning look in her eyes.
He smiled as he looked down at her. "Sorry, funny thought." She continued looking at him, the question still on her face. He only smiled down at her and didn't say anything, the occasional chuckle still escaping him. Eventually her curiosity got the better of her and she had to ask what he was finding funny.
"Well, you know how as a team we all took part in that scientific study in order to get some money for equipment for the lab. Well they kept mine, Nick's and Warrick's samples. I just had an odd image of a mini Nick and a mini Warrick as your kids." She joined in laughing then but stopped so that she could continue to hear what he said.
"Yeah, actually, they only told us that they were going to a private company but didn't tell us which one. Wouldn't it be really odd if you had got any of our samples without realising it. That would be strange. But I don't think there is a way you could find out is there? I suppose if you already had the man's name then they could tell you if that was the one you had used. I don't know."
Sara was still smiling from the image of small versions of Warrick and Nick, her smile drooped slightly as she realised that she could have had Grissom's child all along and not known it. Her smile also dropped when she realised that for a tiny fraction of a second she had actually considered not telling Grissom that she hadn't become pregnant via the clinic, and just telling him that she had ended up checking and had found out that she had used his sample.
She covered this disappointment in herself by lightly tapping his chest to get his attention and saying "Come on, we need to get up now." He smiled and climbed out of bed after her. They both put on their respective robes before heading out into Sara's living room. Sara started to clean up the living room, picking up glasses to take into the kitchen to clean, moving magazines back to the table, sorting out cushions and anything which looked out of place. While Sara did this Grissom went into the kitchen and started cooking some breakfast for them both.
This routine had also never been discussed it had just slotted into place. Grissom had been a surprisingly good cook, who knew what everything needed instinctively without having to precisely measure everything, Sara could only cook the basics, if she tried she could make a decent healthy meal but it was more of a chore than a pleasure and Grissom enjoyed been able to do things for her anyway. And she knew she shouldn't but she also enjoyed him doing thing for her, she only knew that she shouldn't like it because it made her too dependent on him.
Apart from to remain professional in work they had never actually discussed much about their relationship, they had talked about it, but not discussed the routine things like cooking and cleaning or who's house to stay at, everything just seemed to slot into place. In a way which they were both more than happy with. They no longer needed to ask each other which house they would meet at that night they both just seemed to sense which the other wanted to go to. If Grissom had stayed at work for an hour and felt the need to go home, and so had driven there intending to ring Sara and ask her to come over there that night. He always found her sat on his front step, expecting him and smiling.
After they had eaten breakfast and showered and changed, ready for work that night so that they did not stay need to come back if they ran out of time. They both just wandered around and found themselves at the park they always seemed to end up.
Almost everyday they could be seen there. If it was hot then they would always be lying in the shade of the large oak tree which stood there, Sara's head on Grissom's shoulder, arm around his waist and Grissom with his arms around her shoulders. If it was only sunny, always on the bench in the corner. There were other benches but even after a week the people who came there regularly either to walk or who brought their kids knew which bench they could be seen on. And stayed away from the tree if it was a warm day, knowing they would turn up and some point. And it had even got to the stage where if they were sat on the bench and they saw Sara and Grissom enter they would stand up and move away or return home.
None of the people who did this knew either of them, but they all recognised them, and all were secretly deep down jealous of them. They recognised them after seeing them there almost everyday, but they also recognised how much they loved each other and that they were truly in the presence of love when they were around. They couldn't even begin to imagine at how much could be exchanged between them in one single glance, although many longed for the same kind of intimacy with someone.
They were also only ever seen on the bench in 3 positions, sat next to each other, side-by-side holding hands. Sara leaning against Grissoms shoulder with his arm around the back of her shoulder while her arm lay across his stomach. Or most often, Grissom sat there with a book of some sort in one hand, holding it up. Sara laid on the bench, her head on his lap, her face turned out watching the people as they moved about. There hands still held together.
It was this position which they found themselves in today. With only one difference, on the outside of Grissom's book something was glittering. His other hand was still in Sara's. Eventually Sara heard Grissom sigh and close his book, turning her face to look at him she smiled when she saw him watching her. He noticed her growing self-conscious under his gaze after a while and so broke the tension.
"Sara, you know how you always end up waiting outside my house? Well, I only just realised how cold and bored you must get. So I've had something made for you." He placed the book down on his knee but kept the thing which had been glittering his hand. He held it out to Sara. She took it and felt a tear coming to her eye.
"You're giving me a key to your house?" He nodded. Sara's smile burst into a grin and she felt the tear escape from her eye. Grissom grinned shyly as he wiped the tear away from her eye. "It's not that much. I just thought it would come in useful." Sara laughed gently, the tears now stopped, but her eyes still moist.
She sat up and kissed him gently. They then left the park, walking hand-in-hand back to Sara's apartment. Sara knew that the same gesture from any other man wouldn't be that big. But with Grissom, he was much more open with her now, he didn't try to hide things. But she could still tell that there were things he wasn't telling her, she knew it wasn't purposeful, that it was just a set habit of keeping those things locked away. But by giving her a key it was as good as giving her a key to his heart almost. Grissom undoubtedly saw that as well, he saw meanings behind almost everything and considered everything before doing anything. It was the same as giving her a key to his secrets, he had been happy for her to be in the house alone while he went down to the shops, but now it showed how much he trusted her, he was willing to let her into his home, and trusted her not to become nosy. Not that he had ever assumed that she would.
Sara would have found it hard to express in words exactly how much him giving her a key meant to her. Instead she could only try to show him the same thing. As they entered her apartment, Grissom was locking the door behind them and when he turned around he saw Sara stood in front of him, holding a single key up at eye-level.
He reached out to take it, a tear also coming to his eye. He whispered to her as the single tear escaped his eye.
"Thank you, my love."