a/n Here they go again be warned! turn back now to avoid smut
They came and wheeled Grissom down to the therapy session. Sara had asked to go along and explained to the nurse just what had happened previously. "He's going to need support, first of all, he absolutely hates to be dependant on anyone but himself, he takes it as a personal affront to his pride, secondly I've been through therapy so I have an idea what to expect and if I'm there, he might not be so apt to want to call it a day so quickly." the nurse nodded in agreement.
"You certainly know your husband., how long have you been together?" She watched as Sara thought about it
"Well, some would say two years, but I've known him since I was a student of his back in college, he was a visiting professor." she blushed when she thought about how that sounded. "We were...instantly attracted but he had to come back to Vegas and I stayed behind in California..." she was walking side by side making their way toward the therapy room. "Then about 9 years ago we hooked up again when he called and asked me to come to Vegas and work with him." It was amazing how easy it was to talk to the woman beside her who happened to be about her same age.
"Don't' take this the wrong way Sara, but he's drop dead gorgeous and if he didn't have a wife, I'd be thinking of hitting on him myself!" she chuckled and Sara joined in.
"Just you keep your hands to yourself Arleen" it felt good to joke with someone again. "He's gonna be a Daddy and he'll have his hands full with me and two children." she touched her belly again. "But you're right, when he walked into the classroom and looked up, I fell hook, line and sinker for them damned beautiful blue eyes and at the time, he was just slightly gray." she remembered those days quite vividly. "Every once in awhile I would look up and catch him, mid sentence staring at me" she smiled. "He tells me I asked a lot of questions but it was because I was trying to figure out how to ask him for coffee or dinner." they arrived at the room and Arleen pushed the door open so they could both enter.
"Well, here we are" they walked in where Gil and the therapist were seated across from each other at a table.
"This is stupid, I'm not a child!" Gil's voice was raised and Sara could see the quirk of his brow, a tell tale signature that he wasn't going to willingly cooperate. "Why the hell do I have to stack building blocks?" he was holding his left arm tightly to his body. "Besides, I'm right handed, I wouldn't be doing that with my left hand to begin with." Sara looked at Arleen.
"Did I tell you how damned stubborn he is?" she winked "Took him years to admit how he really felt about me...poor therapist is going to have her hands full."
"Mr. Grissom, I don't give a damn if you use your toes on a daily basis, the bottom line is you have an injury to your left side, the muscles have got to rebuild and you need to exercise that arm...now pick up the damned blocks and stop acting like a child...then I won't have to treat you like one...unless you'd like a lollipop when you're done!" she gave as good as she got and Sara gave this point to her.
"Fine!" he pouted then scooted his chair closer and stared at the pile of disheveled blocks.
"Start with two, then make the next pile three, four and so on!" He glared at her then licked his lips, another of his stall tactics that Sara was all to familiar with. "Any time you're ready Mr. Grissom...we have all day" she looked at her watch and smiled.
"Fine!" the pout again then he raised his eyes and saw Sara standing over them behind the therapist. He knew immediately that he wasn't going to get out of the room without doing the work and that Sara was going to stay for the entire session. He moved the arm slightly and she could easily see the pain immediately etched on his face. "I just need to warm up...a...little" he bit his lip between the last words.
"Mr. Grissom, the pain you're feeling is very real and probably very excruciating, I know this is very hard and very discouraging but you can do this and we're here to help." she motioned for the nurse. "Why don't you ask the doctor for something for Mr. Grissom's pain, just to take some of the edge off during therapy...we can wait till you bring it back" the nurse nodded and left the room. Sara took a seat beside him and fiddled with the blocks not knowing what to say.
"Stop it!" he whispered under his breath. "Stop watching me like I'm going to break!" he knew he was being totally unfair but his anger suddenly flared and he couldn't stop it. Instead of saying anything, she put her hand discretely under the table and pressed his thigh. "I can do this...I can...I just" she squeezed again still not saying anything, just steadily kneading his thigh with her finger tips. Grissom reached up slowly, through the pain and with each grimace, Sara kneaded his flesh just a little harder. "I need to ..." he lifted the first block and after three tries got it balanced on the second then took a deep breath. "Next!" he swallowed again, puffed in and out through the pain and felt Sara's ever assuring hand, circles and kneading, a constant indication that she was going through this with him. The second pile of three blocks took 5 attempts and about 8 minutes to get them balanced but when he finished, he sat back, hugged his now tired arm to his throbbing side and smiled. "Want another?" Sara smiled and leaned against him.
"Actually Mr. Grissom" the therapist began.
"Gil" he corrected knowing they would become very involved over the next several weeks.
"Gil?" she seemed puzzled.
"My name, it's Gil., you don't have to call me Mr. Grissom, it makes me feel like my father...I'm not that old!" he teased as his breathing became easier. Sara rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm around him gently.
"You two are cute together" the Therapist smiled "And I understand congratulations times two is in order for you both" Gil nodded and smiled.
"Yup, we're having twins, a boy and a girl, Sara already picked out two beautiful names" No one with the exception of the Therapist noticed that while he was busy talking he'd in fact moved his arm forward and was proceeding to stack four blocks on top of each other and this time he got it on the first attempt. "Our daughter is going to be Alexis Rose Grissom and our Son will be Braedon Cameron" he began another stack and this time both women were watching while they kept the chatter up. "We're going to have to look for another house, my...our town house would be okay but Sara wants them to have their own space and I'd like them to have a big back yard" he got the last bunch of blocks stacked again on the first try than sat back triumphantly.
The therapist now had a little more insight into getting more out of Grissom's therapy sessions. Keep his mind occupied while working his arm and shoulder muscles and it seemed that having Sara there was very beneficial as well as she'd quietly calmed him when he was sure he couldn't do what was required. "Well, you've done more than I had planned for today., how are you feeling?" she was jotting notes in his chart.
"I'm tired but I feel good" he nodded. "Can I walk back to my room?" he was hoping that she'd say yes since he was already tired of being wheeled from one place to another. It had been surgery, x-ray, therapy...and he wanted to simply walk down the hall holding Sara's hand.
"Well, I really shouldn't but, if you promise to take your time and take it easy..." she looked at Sara for confirmation that she'd at least follow the rules. "Just give yourself time to heal. And I'll see you both back here tomorrow?" Sara thanked her profusely and Gil, grateful to be free of the damned wheelchair stood up and stretched best that he could.
"You ready for a walk Mrs. Grissom?" he took her hand in his much larger one and squeezed.
"You betcha Mr. Grissom" she walked side by side to the door, turned to thank the Therapist once again and then they left. "You know, you did all that without ever getting a pain shot!" she was amazed at his dexterity considering what he'd been through.
"I did, didn't I?" he looked amused "Must have been those muscle rubs I was getting under the table!" he winked at her then pulled her close to give her a kiss. "Sara, thanks for being there for me..." he started to walk again but turned once more to face her. "Thanks for coming home to me...for giving me the life you always knew I needed to have." he kissed her again this time with his good arm pulling her tightly to him. "Thank you for my two children., I can't wait to see them" he kissed her again...each time he thought of something, he'd stop, pull her into an embrace and kiss her.
"If I wasn't so thrilled about your lips no mine Mr. Grissom, I would almost swear you're delaying the return to your hospital room!" she whispered between another round of tonsil hockey. "Not that I'm complaining mind you but do you realize when they finally figure out how long it took you to get from Therapy back to your room, the nurses are going to assume we were up to something." she smiled into his mouth as he planted yet another kiss on her.
"She said to take my time...take it easy" he winked. She brushed against him and felt his immediate response.
"Well" she blushed then whispered "You might be trying to take it easy tiger, but something else" she glanced down toward his groin "Seems to have its mind on some other activities?" she squeezed his hand and continued walking toward his room. "I don't think the doctors or nurses would approve of us doing it in the hallway." she pulled him into their room and he backed her around and against the door.
"How about we do it right here, in our room...right now!" he growled into her mouth as he planted another full mouthed kiss on her and ran his tongue against the roof of her mouth. Sara pushed him away.
"Are you insane? Here in the hospital?" She was laughing but serious. "We can't do it here...what if they catch us?" she was standing there considering the possibilities when he started to kiss her again.
"Ummmm, you didn't mind doing it in the airplane bathroom" he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth. "You just need the right incentive and I'm sure" he kissed her and ran his tongue against the bottom lip that he'd just momentarily held captive "I could give you plenty of incentive my dear..." he planted another kiss on the side of her mouth. "What can I say, you're married to a horny old man!" he winked and captured her mouth yet again. "Or you will be shortly...what do you say we get a minister, get married now, have a wedding later?" he was rambling again and she couldn't help but smile., this was the Grissom that no one had privilege to except Sara.
"When?" she looked pensively at him. "When do you want to get married?" she was trying to keep her train of thought straight but his roving hand that now cupped and caressed her right breast was making it difficult to breath let alone think.
"Now, the hospital has a minister, I'm sure they could arrange it" he was mumbling into her mouth as his fingers teased the responsive flesh and then his hand began to move over her slightly rounded belly and lower.
"Gil...!' her eyes shot open and locked onto his. "We can't do this here., you're not in any condition to contribute fully and..." his hand delved further and one finger curled into her folds..."ughhhhhhhhhhh" she breathed in and her head fell against his shoulder as he moved his buried digit in a come hither motion. "Stooooopppp" she pressed against his hand as he continued to finger her. "Weeeee cccould ggggggggget in...tttttttttrouble!" she was hissing between breaths as he plunged his one and then two digits in and out.
"What were you saying Mrs. Grissom about my not being able to fully participate?" he moved his fingers in circular motions around her now swollen clit and then lightly squeezed it between his two fingers only to move them back to their original starting position of moving in and out of her.
"Godddddd Gillllll" she felt the tremor of her climax beginning as he pinned her against the door. She was licking her lips and leaning heavily against him as the quivering that started in the pit of her stomach overtook her..."I'm...I'mmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhhGodddddddddddddddGrissom..." she shivered and came with a shudder and almost felt her legs give out...she clutched her arms around his neck to keep her balance as she rode it out... He was smiling when she finally looked up, hair glued to her head from the sheen of sweat on her brow. She felt the quivering again when he pulled his fingers from her and deftly plunged them between his lips and sucked them clean... The second climax was drawn out as he kneaded her breasts and kissed her deeply sharing the tangy taste of her.
"So good...always so good with you..." he moaned into her mouth as she decided to pay him back. Sara listened at the door and when she didn't hear anything., decided to slip to he knees and see exactly what he was hiding under his hospital gown. ...