When they arrived at Sara's room Grissom was overwhelmed with emotion as he watched a nurse checking one of the various machin

When they arrived at Sara's room Grissom was overwhelmed with emotion as he watched a nurse checking one of the various machines attached to her. He walked up to her and gently took her hand in his.

Her hand was warm under his touch and he could feel her pulse beating steadily under his thumb. Her beautiful brown eyes were masked by thin layers of skin and he silently hoped to see them full of love and laughter once more.

She had a variety of machines attached to her, one giving off a slow and steady rhythm that matched the one under his thumb and one that was faster, but just as steady. An oxygen mask covered her nose and mouth, forcing the life giving gas into her lungs.

Her shoulder and upper body were covered in bandages and a slight pink tinge showed below the first layer. He reached over and ghosted his hand over the spot as a tear made its way down his face.

"She lost a lot of blood during the operation and we had to give her a transfusion, but they both pulled through just fine. There is no risk to the baby" the doctor said behind his back as he noted something in her chart.

"How long till she wakes up?" he asked. The doctor hesitated a moment before coming up beside him and answering.

"We don't know, her body needs to heal. Could be hours…could be days, we just don't know" he said quietly. Grissom nodded his understanding. He sat himself in the chair beside her and placed his head on her lap.

The baby chose that moment to kick and he smiled, another tear making its way down his face.

He stayed there for hours, waiting for some sign from Sara that she was still there. She just continued to lie there, sleeping, recuperating, regenerating. One by one the crew showed up and offered their support.

Catherine brought puzzles.

Nick brought food.

Greg brought news.

Warrick brought flowers.

Brass brought clothes.

As the days turned to weeks Grissom returned to work, but slept, ate, and bathed at the hospital, only leaving long enough to get to and from work. Sara was moved to a private room with two beds.

Two weeks past and Grissom came to the hospital with some personal items to make the room seem less like a hospital. He made sure she was dressed in her night gown instead of one from the hospital.

Four weeks gone and he brought in her favorite blanket and pillow along with the well used entomology text he gave her for Christmas that one time oh so long ago. The bandages came off and he could see the new skin that formed over the wound.

It was something she was going to have to live with for the rest of her life, but she was alive, and that's what mattered. He trailed a finger along the thin line, feeling the delicate skin.

"Wake up Sara, Please" he whispered to her.

Six weeks passed and he had to buy her a new nightgown, her stomach growing too large for the one she wore. It was a light blue one with frills at the bottom. She would have hated it, but it was nice and would last her the remainder of her pregnancy.

"Sara I need you. We need you" he said as he placed his hand on her stomach.

Weeks steadily turned into months and Grissom continued to stay. He read to her and talked to her, telling her stories of work and the guys. They all stopped by at one time or another, every week.

They would bring cards and flowers. They brought hope and well wishes. Gradually Sara's stomach grew to accommodate the child growing within her. Grissom would sit and talk to her about the baby's progress, choosing to wait to learn the sex.

They would find that out together.

He was there when they did the ultrasound, seeing the baby develop into a healthy and strong infant. He recorded it to show her when she woke, always knowing she would.

"I love you" he said to her as he watched their baby on the screen.

He talked to the baby as well, reading stories to it and playing music, both his and Sara's. He often sat with his hand on her stomach, feeling the baby move beneath his hand and often he fell asleep like that, only to be awakened by a nurse checking on her progress.

He laid there with his hand on her protruding stomach, lightly snoring, exhausted from a particularly hard night at work. He had fallen asleep reading to the baby. He did not notice the change in Sara's breathing.

He was dreaming of Sara and their child. She was holding the baby in her hands while he looked on with love. He did not feel the light touch to his head as she stroked his hair. She placed her other hand on her stomach, confused by the size of it.

She looked up to see Brass standing in the doorway. He rushed over to her, wrapping her in a hug, tears streaming down his face. Grissom woke with the movement and looked up to find Brass enveloping Sara.

She looked over Brass's shoulder at him "Hey" she said in a whisper and he couldn't stop the tears.