Chapter Twenty Five:
He watched as she went to the bedroom and curled up on her side of the bed. He grabbed a blanket and covered her.
"I'll fix us something to eat…just rest," he said as he started to get up.
"Grissom?"
He turned to look at her.
"I didn't mean to hurt you," she whispered before closing her eyes.
"You have nothing to apologize for…I do…I'm sorry…for everything…Just rest," he said.
By the time he had fixed the dinner she was asleep. He grinned when he saw Bruno lying beside her.
He gently woke her and he offered to bring in a tray but she got up and sat down at the table. They ate as few words passed between them.
"Is Sofia still giving you a hard time?" he asked.
"She's been happy…she thinks I'm leaving for San Francisco in a month," she said.
He said nothing for awhile. He glanced at her and saw that she was still tired.
"Still having problems with anemia?"
She nodded.
"Any nausea this time?"
She nodded again.
"Sara, about the baby…"
She was up now taking her plate to the kitchen. He assisted with the dishes and then watched as she stopped in front of the couch. She glanced back and then continued to the bedroom. She had already changed and was in bed when he opened the door. He came to sit next to her.
"Would it help if I slept on the couch?" he asked.
She stared at him.
"I…just want you to get some rest. You look tired," he said.
"It's fine," she said, "if you sleep on your side."
He didn't argue. He made record time getting into bed and lay there while he felt her roll to her side. There was a slight jar and the door flew open. Bruno bounded onto the bed and sat there between them.
"He's been sleeping with me," said Grissom.
"He could…"
Grissom got up, "He takes up more than his share of the bed and he drools on the pillows. He can sleep on his bed in the floor."
Sara grinned as he reluctantly obeyed the command.
He lay there and listened for her to fall asleep.
She lay there and listened for him to fall asleep.
Bruno slept between them.
He woke to the feel of a warm body snuggled up next to him. He rolled over and found Bruno. He glanced over and noticed she was not in bed. He grabbed his robe and found her in the kitchen sipping on some ale.
"nausea?"
She nodded.
"Hungry?"
She covered her mouth and fought off the desire to hurl.
"Perhaps later," he said.
She placed her bag of clothes in the closet, not bothering to unpack. He found it later as she showered and he unpacked it, hanging up the clothing before she had finished. He sat there on the bed and waited for her to finish.
They exchanged glances as they passed. She opted to read a book while he took his turn at the shower. She glanced at her watch and sighed. She would have to leave soon for work. She stood there staring out into space and had not noticed that he now stood at the edge of the bed.
"Sara?"
"Yeah?"
"I could go and get the rest of your things…"
"It's fine. I don't need them. Nick said he would drop off the other things later."
"Would you have dinner with me later?" he asked.
"I'm sure I'll be out in the field…"
"Would you?" he asked.
She nodded knowing that she had no intention of doing so.
She saw him staring her at her the moment she entered the scene but she focused on the job refusing to make eye contact. After an hour, he came and stood nearby.
"So, you're not speaking to me anymore," said Brass as he looked down at her.
"I'm working," she said.
"How've you been?" he asked.
"Fine."
"Good."
He continued to watch her.
"You know he loves you," he said leaning over.
He's never told me…
And meant it…
"It was you he wanted…he just thought that you wanted a child…he thought it would make you happy…since he doesn't seem to…he was just trying to make you happy. I know he's clueless…but he tried Sara. He really tried."
He's not clueless…
I wanted a baby…
I'm just so scared….
She glanced up at him but he had moved away now.
She continued to work ignoring the need to sit down and cry.
He came.
As she stared at the last room that needed to be completed, he arrived with food in hand and he stood there waiting. She glanced up and he smiled holding up the bag.
It was a simple meal of sandwiches but it tasted wonderful. She did not realize how hungry she was until he opened the bag and laid out the food.
Sofia arrived and she entered the house looking for Sara. Brass smiled and directed her to the outside porch.
"Sara…" she stopped when she saw Grissom sitting there with her.
They looked up to see her standing there.
"Is there something you want?" asked Sara.
"An explanation. Personnel called me and told me that I was to get a medical statement from your physician before sending you out on any…wait let me guess, you're pregnant again?" she said.
Sara stared at Grissom.
"Yes, she is," said Grissom. "I took the liberty of notifying personnel so there is not a repeat of what happened last time. I won't put up with it."
"The only problem we had…" began Sofia.
"I'm getting back to work," said Sara as she started to pass Sofia.
"I take it this means you are not going to San Francisco…of course it means that…you probably never intended…"
"That is none of your business Sofia," snarled Grissom.
"Yes, it is," she said. "I need to know if I will need to find a replacement."
"I would be looking for one," said Sara.
Grissom glanced at her but said nothing. He cleaned up and then left.
Sofia stood there and smiled. "All is not well in the Grissom household."
He cursed when he had to work a double. She had come and gone in the house without any sign of her. He picked up some paperwork throwing it into his briefcase as Nick walked in.
"Can I talk with you for a moment," he asked. "It's about Sara."
Grissom turned and sat down.
"I'm not sure how much you know about her parents," he began. "Grissom, she thinks the only reason you married her was because she was pregnant. She doesn't believe you would have….you've got to admit, she's been waiting a long time for you to…Sara's parents had to get married…because of her. They fought all the time because of it…Sara heard them."
It hit him like a ton of bricks.
She thinks we'll turn out like them…
Hating each other…
Her mother killed her father…
"Thanks Nick. It explains some things."
"Grissom?"
"Yeah?"
"You do love her, don't you?"
"Yes…I do."
"Then tell her."
"I'm not sure she would believe me."
"Then show her."
He nodded.
"Oh and Grissom, she wants this baby…more than you know. I think it scares her…she's afraid she might have another miscarriage."
He lay there in bed and tried to sleep but he couldn't. He knew that she was awake because he had felt her shoulders shake a few times despite how hard she tried to hide the tears.
"Sara?"
She did not reply.
"Are you worried about the doctor appointment?"
"Yes."
You do want the baby…
"Me too."
He felt her side of the bed shake. He had kept his distance each time they had managed to find themselves in bed together. Although he had longed for her to come to him, she no longer did that. He rolled over until he was close enough to feel the heat from her body and whispered softly, "I'm here, Sara. Don't be afraid. I'm here."
Her shoulders shook as he felt her lean back into his body. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She slowly rolled over until they were facing each other.
"Could I go with you?" he asked.
She nodded.
He slept better than he had in weeks. Their legs were wrapped up together as one. He woke to her head on his chest and he breathed in deeply. He loved the smell of her hair. He found himself stroking it as she slept. She gradually woke to the feel of his hand on her hair and she lay there letting him comfort her. She felt him lean down and kiss her forehead. His other hand then stroked the side of her arm and she felt a slight shiver go down her back.
The room was dark as the curtains were drawn keeping out the notion that it was daylight. Her lips sought his and she matched his hunger as they quickly divested each other of any clothing. He waited for her to take the lead letting her hands roam down his body forcing him to remain very still. He was not prepared to feel the featherlike kisses trail from his lips past his chest and stop just above his midsection. Their lovemaking was slow and gentle. When they were finished they lay on their side of the bed and he missed having her body so close to his. He rolled over to his side as she did the same. They stared into the darkness at one another.
He felt her hand on his chest as his came to rest on her waist. They inched closer until they were together once more. He kissed her forehead and he stroked her head until she fell asleep.
She was not aware that she was trembling until he reached over and placed his jacket around her shoulders. He pulled her hand into his and refused to let go of it when she was called. They sat there remembering the routine and watched for any sign from the nurse or the doctor if there was something wrong. She stared in disbelief when they handed her the card for her next appointment. He smiled at her. She smiled at him. They smiled together.
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