Author: Evidence
Chapter: 7
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Sad last chapter but this one has some lighter moments as Grissom and Sara work at coming up from the depths of despair.
Three months. Three months that Dylan had been in school. Three months since Grissom moved out but still no divorce. Sara pulled her hair back with a clip and took inventory of herself in front of the long mirror. She was changed, she had lost her smile, no light danced in her eyes, she felt colorless. The dress looked good though, a flowered print that hung nicely on her slight frame. Nick had warned her that Grissom was still planning on attending but she couldn't miss out on Nicky's big day.
The doorbell rang interrupting her thoughts.
She answered to find a handsome gentlemen. "You ready?" Greg asked.
"We just have to wait for the babysitter, come on in." She moved back so Greg could enter.
Dylan bounded out to greet him. "Uncle Greg!"
"Hey, Dill pickle juice, you be good while Mommy and I are gone."
"Okay." The boy smiled as the doorbell rang again.
"That must be Janice." Sara pulled back the door but instead of a 60-year-old woman she saw Gil Grissom. His suit was navy and brought out the blue in his eyes.
"Hi, Sara."
"Daddy!" Dylan yelled trying with his one arm that worked to hug his father.
"We need to get going, Nick is expecting his best man." Greg put a protective hand on Sara's arm.
Grissom had become use to this. Work was now strained since he left Sara. Warrick hardly spoke to him, Greg was just courteous, and both Nick and Catherine had given him a share of deadly looks. Doc Robbins had tried to stay neutral; the morgue became the only place that felt like home. Jim Brass was kinder to him since learning of Sara's affair, seeing Jim had been through something similar.
"Oh, you two are going together? I just wanted to see if you needed a ride."
"I'm fine." Sara's eyes narrowed.
"Okay, well then I'll see you at the wedding." He kissed Dylan's forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye Daddy." Dylan waved.
"Are you okay?" Greg looked into her eyes.
"Yeah…why does he do that? Act nice one minute and then closes off to me the next?"
Greg shook his head. "I don't know."
"Janice," Dylan said pointing to the small car approaching the front.
"Come on we have a wedding to attend." Greg smiled.
Sara had trouble returning the expression.
It was a beautiful early December wedding. Nick looked extremely happy as he and Tina greeted everyone at the reception hall. Grissom watched them thinking of his own wedding to Sara.
"Marry me, Sara."
"What?"
"Marry me, I love you, we need to be together."
"Oh, Griss."
They needed to be together and now they were apart.
"What type of flowers do you want at the wedding, Griss?'
"It doesn't matter. I just can't wait to say, "until death do us part", Sara."
Grissom got up from his table with Brass, Doc Robbins, his wife and Bobby D and his girlfriend.
"Where are you going?" Brass asked.
"I just need some air." He didn't bother to take his coat; he started outside, his head bent down. Out of the corner of his eye, something caught his attention. Raising his head at first he couldn't make out what it was in the distance. Pulled to discover this mystery he sped up his walk. Shortly his vision cleared so that he saw a figure in a flower dress gazing up at the clouds.
"Sara." He said it as he approached from behind.
She turned and saw him. "Needed some air, too?'
She knew him better than anyone. "Yes, I did." He paused, not sure what he should say. "We are both foolish, we didn't grab our coats."
"Yeah," she agreed.
"What are you looking at?" He moved so that he was standing next to her.
"The clouds, it will probably rain later today."
"Yes, I believe it is suppose to." He kicked at a stone in front of him. "At least it was nice for Nick and Tina's wedding."
She nodded.
"Made me think of our wedding." He saw her turn and look at him. "That was a beautiful day."
Sara sniffled. "It was."
They stood silent for a few minutes. Then Grissom asked, "Did you get the letter from the school?"
"Dylan's IEP meeting? Yes, I did. It is next week."
"I would like to attend it as well."
Sara pulled at a string on the dress. "Good, you should be there."
Grissom noticed the string. "Let me get that." His hands brushed against her stomach as he ripped out the string. "You better go in your arms have goose bumps on them."
She didn't tell them that it wasn't from the cold. "Yeah, I better." She left him standing there and quickly found Nick at the reception.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked.
"I need to go, I'm sorry."
"That's fine, is everything okay?"
Her eyes welled up. "I just was talking to Grissom. God, I love him so even after all this. I felt the shivers because he touched me. Oh, Nick, I don't know what to do."
Nick sighed. "Just give it time. Let's see where Greg is to give you a ride home."
"If you need a ride, I'll give you one." Grissom entered the scene. "Maybe I could visit with Dylan."
"Um, that's okay…" Sara started.
"Think of me as a taxi, you can even sit in the backseat." Grissom grinned and Sara felt her heart melt.
"Okay. Congrats Nicky." She hugged him and walked out with Grissom.
Archie, drink in hand, walked up to Nick. "Hey, they're leaving together. What does this mean?"
Nick replied, "I don't know."
They sat in silence in the Tahoe on the drive to the house. Grissom had turned on the radio as a sort of barrier between them. A rock group played a love song as he pulled in front of the house.
"Thanks for the ride." Sara stared ahead, determined not to look in those blue eyes.
"Your welcome." The engine was still running and his hands were grasping the wheel tightly. You are getting divorced, you shouldn't go in, you told you don't want to live there, don't go in.
"Do you want to come in…to see Dylan?" Sara wondered why she was being nice, was it because she felt that certain chemical reaction when she was around him or was it because a wedding happened and she was in a romantic mood. Part of her wanted to tell him to move back in, while the other part just wanted to scream at Grissom, to ask him how he could be nice after he broke her heart.
"Sure," he found himself saying.
Dylan was playing dinosaur attack with poor Janice who was sitting on the floor with him. "Daddy, Mommy!" A big smile appeared on the tyke's face at the sight of his parents coming into the house together.
Janice left with a wink at Sara and Grissom took her place on the floor.
"Your suit is going to be a mess." Sara let a smile slip.
"That's okay, I don't dress up often as it is." He removed the tie and coat though.
"I think I'll change into some more comfortable clothes."
"Okay." Grissom pushed his dino into the major fight Dylan was creating.
Sara went into her bedroom and removed the clip from her hair. What are you doing having him here? He had hurt her so much and Dylan as well but she loved him and love clouds one's vision. Sara quickly changed into jeans and a gray sweater. She looked down at her jewelry box which held her wedding ring and charm bracelet that Grissom had given her. Gliding her fingers over the charms, she felt like crying. She wanted Grissom to come back, she wanted that.
Sara found Grissom and Dylan laughing as they had one dino after another fight each other. "Can mothers take part or do we have to just observe?"
"Join us," Grissom said with a smile.
Taking a place beside Dylan, Sara grabbed a winged dinosaur and began flying over the scene. She angled the giant bird to attack the T-Rex which happened to be Grissom's dinosaur. Grissom launched back at her until they were both in a struggle.
"Mommy, don't let go."
Sara held on and so did Grissom, determination written on both of their faces. Finally Grissom got the upper hand and with all his might pushed the dinosaur. The dinosaur fell backwards along with the person holding him. Grissom fell forward on top of Sara. They all laughed.
Grissom looked down into Sara's eyes. She wasn't asking him to get off of her, that must be a good sign. It felt close to her once again and against his better judgment he sweetly kissed her lips.
Sara returned the kiss with one of her own.
"Daddy, your turn."
"Yeah, hold on Dylan." He breathed in deeply and removed himself.
He looked back at Sara who was sitting up now but had a small smile on her face. If he didn't stop this now, he would find himself back there at the house. But would that be that bad? Grissom, like Sara, had pushed some of the bad memories away; their connection to each other being the greater force at the moment.
They played with Dylan for a while longer than he grew tired and took a nap.
They were unsure of what to say or do. Sara was fidgeting and Grissom stood with his hands in his pockets.
"Dylan had fun." Sara started the conversation.
"Yes, he did. I had fun, too."
"What was your favorite part?" Sara felt her heart beat rising.
Grissom smiled, "Kissing you."
They both moved in closer and kissed once again, deeper this time.
"Sara, what are we doing?"
"I love you, I've never stopped."
"This won't fix our problems."
"We can get help."
"Sara, I left you…"
"I haven't forgiven you for that, and I don't know how I'll ever forgive you for hurting Dylan but…Grissom I still want you to be my husband." Tears swayed at her eyes.
Grissom wiped them away with his fingers and kissed her again. Their arms wrapped quickly around each other. This is right, Grissom thought, this has to be. His hands found their old familiar resting spot at her waist. His sense of joy was marred by a name that popped into his brain, Eric St. John. Sara wasn't his, not while she was sleeping with someone else. He broke quickly away from her and backed up a few steps.
"Why did you stop?" Sara breathed heavily.
"We can't do this, we are not together anymore."
"Grissom, I love you, that hasn't changed. Okay, we shouldn't sleep together right now, you're right. We have a lot of things to work out."
"I don't want to work them out." His voice carried no emotion.
"What?"
"We're over, Sara.'
"But we…Grissom, you still love me I can feel it in your kiss."
"That's not enough."
Sara pushed her hair back with her hand. "It is a start."
"I have to go," he turned back to the door.
"Griss, please don't give up on us. I should hate you after what you said and did but I don't. Come back to us, come back home." She had poured out her heart to him. She was willing to take him back, to love him again, to rebuild their lives.
"I'm sorry, Sara." He pulled open the door, inhaled and closed it behind him.
To be continued…(Where love still resides, there is hope. Next chapter up Friday, I hope.)
