A/N: Back :) New chap at last, sorry for the wait. I generally only get to put my lappy on at weekends now so I don't get much time to write sadly. Hey ho, life is life and we do what we can.

Time to see how Grissom is after that naughty seizure crept back up on him. Thanks for the reviews, love em all and as always to calim for the help and beta.

On we go….

Chapter 35

Sara sat in the waiting area demolishing her thumbnail.

Several people had been quick to help her keep Grissom still while she'd administered his injection. Hospital staff had soon followed. He'd gone down with a thump and that was what had her worried.

She had yet to work out what had set him off. She knew the jackhammer had startled both of them. Was it that or something else? And why did they have to be working right then? He'd been doing so well.

She sighed heavily and stroked Buddy. Why did this have to happen now?

Buddy whined and she looked down at him. "It's okay," she soothed, continuing to stroke him. "Nothing you could have done about that."

As she said that she heard footsteps and spotted Donald heading her way. At least having a seizure at the hospital made treatment easier.

"How are you doing?" he asked when reaching her.

Sara gave him a weak smile. "I don't even know to be honest. One step forwards, two steps back. How is he?"

"He's out of radiology and still sleeping."

Frowning, Sara slowly stood. "He hasn't woken up yet?"

Donald shook his head. "No."

Oh, now Sara was really worried and watched as the doctor tapped the back of his head.

"He hit his head pretty hard by the look of it. Has a nice big bump."

Her heart pounded. Grissom hitting his head was not a good thing. "That's not good," she said.

"Well, his scan is clear," Donald reassured. "No damage but he'll probably have a bad headache."

Now Sara let out a breath of relief. "Thank God. He went down so fast I couldn't do anything. It just came out of the blue."

"You said when he was rushed in that he reacted to the workmen across the street?"

"Yeah. A jackhammer went off and then he went over."

Donald's chin worked in thought. "The noise may have spooked him, but I don't see that setting off a seizure."

Sara shrugged. "I guess we'll have to wait and see if he remembers when he wakes up." The doctor nodded. "And what about his hands?"

"Scan was clear there, too. Thankfully, he didn't land on them when he fell although the braces would have helped to prevent any damage."

"That's why I make sure he wears them when we go out anywhere. At least until he's fit not to."

"Agreed," Donald said. "Try and relax a bit now, okay?"

"Yeah," Sara breathed. "Can I see him?"

Donald smiled. "Sure. You can stay with him. When he wakes up, we'll decide what happens and how long we'll keep him here."

"Do you think it'll be overnight?" Sara asked as they started walking, wondering if she'd have to call Greg to kitten-sit.

"Hopefully not but we'll need to make sure, especially since he's banged his head that he's fit enough to leave."

"Okay," Sara agreed knowing that was certainly the best call.

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Sara thanked the nurse as she took the coffee handed to her. She'd been sitting in the cubicle with Grissom for almost an hour and there hadn't been a peep out of him. Although the doctor had told her to relax something just didn't feel right about the length of time he'd been out. He'd usually wake up briefly. If this continued much longer she was going to speak with someone.

Once settled with Grissom, she'd quickly called Greg to let him know what had happened and just have him on stand-by for the kitten just in case Grissom was kept overnight. He didn't mind at all.

Now, as she sat waiting in hopes that her husband would soon wake up, her cell vibrated. Glancing at it, she put down her coffee and headed for the door.

"Hey, Cath," she said, stepping into the corridor.

"Hey you. Where are you? I thought you were going to let me know how Gil got on."

"Yeah," Sara breathed running a hand through her hair.

There was a silence. "What's up?" Catherine asked.

"He had a seizure," Sara said sadly.

"Oh, no. Where? Is he okay?"

Sara leaned against the corridor wall. "Just as we were leaving the hospital. He's banged his head but according to the doctor he's okay. He just hasn't woken up yet."

"Hasn't damaged his hands or anything?"

"No," Sara answered. "Just a bang to the head."

"Well, that's just…"

"Typical," Sara finished for her. "Things never seem to go well for a long period of time. It's the law. Didn't you know that?"

"Now you can stop that," Catherine ordered. "You know his seizures can happen at any time so suck it up and move on."

Sara blinked, her eyebrows soaring. "And you've got your big girl pants on."

Catherine snorted. "Just keep that chin up, okay?"

"I'll try," Sara replied. "He was just doing so well with his session and then he even came with me to…"

Biting her lip, Sara realized what she'd just said.

"Where did you go?" Catherine asked curiously.

"Um…"

"Come on, Sara, spill…."

"Fine," Sara sighed. "But please keep this to yourself, okay? No one else apart from Betty knows yet."

"Now I really am curious," Catherine said keenly.

Rolling her eyes, Sara took a quick look back into the cubicle. "I'm pregnant."

Another silence came and then Catherine coughed. "Eeer, what?"

"Yes, your ears are working fine," Sara deadpanned.

"You? Sara 'I'm never having children' Sidle?"

"Thanks, Cath," Sara grumbled.

Catherine laughed. "Oh, my God, that is so awesome. You are really having a baby?"

"Do you honestly think I'd joke about something like that?"

"It's Gil's, right?" Catherine teased.

"Catherine," Sara growled, gritting her teeth.

"Haha, I'm just pulling your leg. Wow. I mean, wow. That's just…"

"Unexpected," Sara said.

"Yeah, right," Catherine agreed. "I didn't ever see the two of you going there, you know?"

"Well it happened so, that's it. We're having a baby."

"How did Gil take the news?"

Sara thought for a moment about what exactly she should tell Catherine. "He was surprised and yes, it's going to be a challenge but we're both happy."

"I never thought I'd see the day," Catherine laughed.

"Me either but it's happening."

"Well, I'll give you some tips."

Smirking, Sara checked her watch. "I'd better go. Hopefully, he'll wake up soon and I'd rather be there when he does."

"Okay. Please let me know later how things are, okay?"

"I will," Sara agreed. "And make sure you keep your lips sealed until we have told people."

"You have my word," Catherine promised.

"Bye, Cath."

"Bye, Sara."

Lowering the phone, Sara sighed and headed back to her seat. Dropping a hand to her tummy, she rubbed. It was so surreal to think that in just seven or so months a new human being would be entering their lives. A human being that they had created together. She smiled briefly then her head shot up when she heard him mumble.

As Grissom's foot moved she got out of the chair and shifted in closer. As his eyes slowly opened and his head tipped in her direction, she smiled.

"Hey," she said softly. Blinking, he stared at her but didn't say a word. Frowning slightly, Sara clasped his arm. "Can you hear me?"

Blinking again, Grissom looked around the room. Sara didn't really like the look of confusion on his face.

"Gil?" Again, he didn't respond to her. "Gil?" she tried again a bit firmer this time and his eyes shot back to her.

"Who are you?" he asked lightly.

Sara's body tingled. "That's not very funny," she said flatly.

Shaking his head, Grissom looked around again, his mouth opening but then closing as no words came out. Sara's heart thudded as she straightened out. He wasn't joking.

"I'll be right back," she said.

Rushing from the cubicle to the nurse's station, she pointed over her shoulder as the nurse looked up at her.

"Gil just woke up," she said.

"Great," the nurse said.

"I don't know," Sara said slightly panicked. "He doesn't know who I am."

The nurse frowned at her then looked to her colleague.

"I'll get the doctor," the older nurse said.

Nodding, the younger woman stepped out to join Sara. "Let's go take a look."

Breathing deeply, Sara accompanied the nurse back to the cubicle, nervously watching her husband as he looked as confused as he did when he first woke up.

"How are you feeling, Gil?" the nurse asked, reaching for the blood pressure cuff.

"I don't know," Grissom said. "You keep calling me Gil. Is that my name?"

Folding her arms, Sara could feel her body becoming lighter. What the hell was going on? He didn't even know his own name?

"That's right," the nurse confirmed, checking his blood pressure. "You had a nasty seizure and bumped your head. Do you remember that?"

Grissom's head shook. "I don't remember anything." He looked at Sara. "I don't know who anyone is."

Sara's mouth hung open, eyes flicking to the nurse. She didn't know what to do or say and as she tried to understand this insanity, Donald stepped in.

"What do we have here then?" he asked, eyes first clashing with Sara's before hitting the patient.

"Do you remember Doctor Moore, Gil?" the nurse asked.

"No," Grissom replied, looking to everyone in turn. "I don't know any of you."

Donald glanced back at Sara who looked like she needed a seat and gently took her arm.

"Have a sit down while I take a look at him, okay?"

Swallowing, Sara didn't argue and sat in the chair just wondering what more could possibly go wrong.

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Opening the door to their home, Sara motioned for her husband to enter, her eyes flicking to Greg as he did so.

It had been such a… well, she didn't really know how to clarify their day. His seizure and the consequence of banging his head had led to something she had never even contemplated.

Donald examined him, checked all his vitals, triple checked his scan results, but found no additional problems. However, Grissom couldn't remember anything.

Anything.

He didn't know his name, where he lived, Sara or Buddy, his work, his past. Nothing. His mind was a complete blank. The hospital staff were baffled. Sara really did not know what to think.

It was like a huge joke but she certainly wasn't laughing and, in all honesty, she didn't know what to do.

The hospital decided as Grissom was physically okay to let him go home. There wasn't a great deal they could do at that point with regard to his memory totally vanishing. Donald put it down to the heavy bump to the head but his answers in regard to Grissom's memory returning were very unhelpful. Unhelpful because he simply didn't know. A few hours, a few days, it could be anything, but it was advised Grissom return tomorrow for another scan just to make sure nothing had changed. And, of course, the doctor was always available for them if anything changed for the worse.

Sara wasn't sure what they could class as worse. Her husband, lover of 8 years, father to her child, the only man she'd ever loved didn't even know who she was.

WTF.

Had she been bumped on the head as well? Was someone going to jump out and yell "Gotcha!?"

He didn't even know why his hands were in braces. He knew nothing of Basderic or his ordeal.

He knew nothing.

The one single plus out of all of this was he didn't remember what he'd been through but how was Sara supposed to deal with that?

It was just weird.

Although they'd gotten a cab to the hospital, Sara called Greg to pick them up. He quickly obliged and, as she looked at her friend before following her husband, she could see he was worried about her. He always gave her that look when he was worried.

Following her into the house, Greg closed the door and unhooked Buddy from his leash. Grissom just stood there, looking around.

Sighing, Sara walked up to him. "Anything look familiar?" she asked.

He looked at her. "No."

Giving him a weak smile, she pointed towards the lounge. "Why don't you go and sit down. I don't like you standing too much after a seizure."

This was certainly different to how he normally reacted after a seizure. He wasn't as tired or lethargic. But still, Sara didn't want to push his physical abilities.

"Why do I have seizures?" he asked as Sara took his arm and they walked toward the couch.

Her eyebrows lifted as Greg followed them, Buddy a trot away. Not much had been explained to him at the hospital with the main concern being his physical health. How was she supposed to tell him that story though?

"Um," she mumbled, turning him around and urging him to sit down. "We can talk about it later. Right now, I need to make you something to eat because you haven't eaten since breakfast. Do you think you can eat something?"

Okay, perfect side-track to try and collect her thoughts.

"I guess," he agreed, watching Greg as he sat next to him and patted Buddy.

"What would you like?" Sara asked.

Looking back at her, Grissom shrugged. "I don't know. What do I like?"

Right, this was going to be hard, wasn't it?

"You like most things. How about I just do a quick sandwich for now? Might be best not putting something too heavy in your stomach."

"Okay," he agreed.

Nodding she looked at Greg before sighing to herself and heading to the kitchen.

"So, what do you do?" Grissom asked, looking back at Greg.

"I work at the crime lab," he answered. "I'm an investigator."

"Is that where I work?"

Greg's eyes worked in a circle. Why did he have to be the one put on the spot?

"You used to be my boss. But you don't work there anymore."

Grissom's brow pinched. "Oh. So, we're friends because of work?"

"Yeah. Even after you left and Sara…"

Greg stopped in mid-sentence realizing he really shouldn't be telling Grissom all about the bad stuff that had happened the last year or so.

"I left?"

"Um, yeah." Greg shuffled feeling uncomfortable. "But, I'm sure Sara will tell you everything."

Thankfully, Buddy sat up and dropped his chin on Grissom's knee, breaking up the conversation. Grissom smiled at him and then looked back at Greg, leaning a little closer and Greg looked surprised.

"What about her?" Grissom whispered.

Oh, this was weird. "Sara?" Greg asked confused.

"Hmmm," Grissom said with a nod.

"Sara's pretty amazing," Greg told him. "You're very lucky to have her."

Grissom looked over his shoulder to see her coming back their way, watching as she put a plate onto the coffee table.

"Did you want anything, Greg?" she asked.

"No. Thanks. In fact, I should get going and leave you to it."

"Okay," she breathed.

He stood up and gave her a smile. "Call me if you need anything, okay?"

She nodded. "I will. Thanks as always."

Nodding back, he patted Buddy. "Bye, Grissom," he said as he headed for the door.

"Who's he talking to?" Grissom questioned.

Sitting next to her husband, Sara leaned forwards to grab the plate. "You," she replied. "Your surname is Grissom. That's what most people call you."

"Oh."

"This may seem odd to you," Sara began, keeping her eyes on the plate and picking up the sandwich. "I don't know if it will or not but as you can't use your hands, I have to feed you sometimes. Depends if you use…" She trailed off as she looked at him to notice he was staring right at her. "What?" she asked frowning.

"You're very beautiful," Grissom said softly.

Eyebrows rising, Sara found an odd tingle run down her spine. She wasn't sure he'd ever said that like that before. It felt like they'd just met and were on a first date. Her lips pursed and she couldn't help a shy smile.

"Thanks," she whispered, breaking a bit off the sandwich.

"How long have we been together?" Grissom asked, as she raised her hand and he opened his mouth to accept the food.

"Properly," she began, "eight years. But we met while I was in college."

Chewing the sandwich, Grissom took in the information. "How old am I?" he asked after swallowing.

"57."

"And how old are you?"

Snorting, Sara pulled away more sandwich. "43."

His eyebrows soared. "Wow. That's quite an age difference."

She dropped more sandwich into his mouth and smiled. "Age is irrelevant if you love someone."

Slowly chewing, he stared at her again and Sara was sure she blushed. His look was so innocent and loving. It was still weirding her out though.

"So, what about me? Why can't I use my hands?" Grissom asked. "Why do I have seizures?"

Sara let out a silent breath. She really didn't want to go through all that right now. She felt drained.

"Could you wait until a little later? I promise then I will tell you everything you need to know. I'm just not feeling so amazing right now and with the stress I've already had it's not good for the baby."

Grissom's eyes flicked to her stomach. "Baby?"

Ah, right. He won't remember that either will he?

"Yes, Gil," Sara confirmed. "We are having a baby and I'm around 7 weeks."

His mouth opened, a slight look of bemusement on his face now. "Cool."

Sara laughed. That she wasn't expecting to fall form his lips but this new version of him made her feel oddly good. Not that the other version didn't but this was so very different.

And there he was, staring again. His eyes deep, centered only on her. Then, when he tipped his head closer, Sara swallowed feeling nervous for some damn stupid reason. But, she didn't have a chance to dwell on it because he kissed her. It was soft and loving and so very, very nice. When he pulled back, only a little though, she bashfully smiled at him.

"You really are beautiful," he said sincerely.

Her smile remained as her head slightly shook. "This is so strange," she said with a slight giddiness in her voice.

"Hmmm," he muttered and kissed her again.

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Tidying up the kitchen while Grissom sat out in the garden with Buddy, Sara thought on how surreal everything seemed since they'd gotten home. Forgetful Grissom seemed to be very, very loving and carefree. He hadn't questioned Sara for not telling him his history nor had he had a bad reaction to anything since they'd left the hospital. After the very welcomed kissing session, she'd fed him the rest of the sandwich before Buddy made his feelings for a pee known and a play rather obvious. Grissom happily took him outside while Sara cleaned up a bit. She really hated a messy house.

Now, she was gathering the courage to tell him things he really should know. She had questioned herself as to whether she should. After all, his memory could return at any time but how long could she go without telling him if it didn't come back quickly?

As thoughts milled over in her mind a huge boom of thunder made her heart nearly burst.

"Shit!" she gasped.

He wouldn't know how the weather could affect him.

Throwing down the tea towel in her hand she ran as fast as she could towards the back door.

A/N: Are things what they seem?