Chapter FIVE

Two days later Sara pulled up to Grissom's townhouse and climbed out. Grissom opened his door and approached her. She looked at the passenger seat and his eyes followed. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. As she wrapped her arms around him he chuckled and held her tighter. "Let me carry him?" Sara nodded and stepped out off his embrace to watch him walk around the car and open the passenger door. Carefully and gently, he lifted the small bundle into his arms and held it close to his chest. "If he gets any heavier I'll not be doing this for long." He laughed walking with her to the house.

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Here's me thinking she was new. Looks like she's been here at least on more than one occasion.

That looks oddly like a child in the car and Dr. Grissom is the one to get him out. His face tells me he knows both very well. I'll have to keep an eye on these two and then I may just have to decide whether the mystery puzzle piece has been discovered.

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Laying the child down on the guest bed. Grissom pulled up the comforter and covered him. Sara watched from the door and smiled when he turned to her. "He's been talking about you for two hours." Sara walked backwards as he approached her and shut the door slightly. "Daddy this. Daddy that." She stopped when her back was pressed firmly against the wall.

Grissom grinned and shook his head. "What can I say?" He leaned forward and kissed her softy.

"Well, you could say you love me." She smiled against his lips.

Grinning, he pulled away and placed his hands on her hips. "I don't know. It's an expensive word."

Raising an incredulous eyebrow she nodded and slid away from him. She walked to the kitchen and he followed. As she reached for the fridge he grabbed her waist and pulled her back against his chest. "I thought it was too expensive Gil." She said flatly.

He breathed in her perfume and moaned as she pressed her behind into his groin. "I didn't say I wouldn't pay." He didn't wince at the words, but more of the elbow in his stomach. "That came out wrong." He choked.

Moving away she turned to him. "Your damn right." She clicked on the coffee pot and watched as he gathered his normal breathing. "You never take me seriously." She turned away and placed her hands on the counter.

Grissom creased his brow and walked up behind her. Not touching her with his hands, but just his body. His chest and hips rest against her back and ass. Sara's eyes closed, as she smelled his after-shave wafted around her.

"If I never take you seriously, would you believe me if I asked you to marry me?" She tried to face him, but he leaned his body more into her. His hands squeezed her waist.

"No." She said on a whisper.

Grissom didn't hear and leaned his head to hers. "Sara?"

"I said no. I wouldn't believe you because you'd know I'd never say yes." She dropped her head as her stomach twisted and ached.

Grissom stepped away and stared at her back. "You're right." Sara heard his hurt tone and turned to him. He shook his head and left the room. "You're right." She heard again.

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Sara managed to find a baby sitter and get into work on time. Grissom left after making sure he talked with his son before leaving. The night was quiet until a new body was discovered. It was the same as the puzzle case Grissom and Sara were working on. Nothing new turned up and it was getting to both. Anyone could see it was only time before one snapped. Catherine and Sara were getting on pretty well and although Warrick still had his doubts, he tried. Nick was like a little brother and made her smile when she was down.

After a few hours into shift, Sara got a phone call. She stood in the break room and turned white. "Ok, thank you."

Catherine and Nick were there in seconds. "Hey, what's up?" Nick asked pulling her to the couch. Catherine sat on the coffee table in front of her.

Sara seemed lost in thought for a few minutes, then she shook her head and a slow smile graced her lips. "It's ok, really. I just got a shock that's all."

Catherine didn't believe her. "There's more to it Sara. You don't go white like a sheet and come out smiling."

Grissom walked in and saw the group. "Something wrong?" He asked straight.

Sara looked up and shook her head. Nick and Catherine sighed. "Sara just got a phone call and won't tell us what's wrong. She didn't look too good." Catherine explained.

Grissom looked at Sara and in a neutral normal tone asked. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah." She nodded and stood. She past him without a thought and headed to the locker room.

Nick stood. "She went white and wouldn't tell us."

"She doesn't have to Nick." Grissom handed him a case slip. "Motel." Nick nodded and filed out the room.

Catherine placed her hand on Grissom's arm and he began to turn. "What's wrong?"

Grissom furrowed his brows in confusion. "Sara was the one that wouldn't answer that question Cath, why ask me?"

"Because you were cold towards her." She deadpanned.

Grissom inhaled through his nose and sighed. "I'll apologise." He turned as Catherine nodded in agreement.

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Grissom walked into the locker room and sat down next to Sara. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" She went to stand, but his hand pulled her back. "Gil." She warned.

He removed his hand and stood in front of her. "Talk to me."

She stared at him for a second, then scowled. "Don't have the time or the cash." She seethed and tried to pass him.

He grabbed her from behind and picked her up. Carrying her as she tried to get free, to the back of the locker room where the showers were. Putting her down and pushing her gently back into one of the stalls, he pinned her against the wall. "I said I was sorry. I should have not asked you. I knew the answer and purposely gave you no choice to say the answer out loud." He paused and took a shaky breath. "I'm sorry I was cold back there. I'm sorry I want to have you and my son live with me. I'm sorry I love you too much not to ask you to marry me. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you both. I'm sorry I can't leave my job to be a happy family. I'm sorry that all I want is you." His voice was strained with hurt, pain at being hurt by her words, by her not talking to him, hurt by her saying no.

He didn't let her go and before she could speak, his mouth was on hers with such force there lips hurt. Sara angled her head to deepen the kiss. His mouth opened and there tongues explored the inner regions on each other's mouths. Grissom lifted her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands tangled in his curls as they devoured their lips hungrily, angrily.

Nothing was going to happen at work and they both knew it. The frantic kissing slowed in need of air as small kisses were applied in place to the full on massacre of lips, tongues and teeth.

"I'm sorry." Sara sobbed into his mouth. His lips sealed hers and pulled her to him as her legs lowered to the floor. "I'd say yes. I want to say yes. I really do, but it's not going to be easy as it is." She rests her head to his as their breathing slowed. "I love you too much to see you loose your job. I don't want you to resent Mike or me if that ever happened"

"I would never..."

"Shhh." She whispered pulling him closer. They stood there holding each other and listening to the breathing and feeling the erratic heartbeats in their chests.

Chapter SIX

Grissom sat at his desk waiting for the babysitter to finish explaining why she rang Sara earlier and to apologise for scaring her. As he put the phone down Catherine and Sara walked in.

"We managed to find some more DNA. It's the same as Mr. Quinn's. Brass has had a car watch his house for the last few days and he's only left about three times since." Catherine explained.

Sara sat down and pulled one leg up to her chest and leaned her chin on it. "I have this huge gut feeling that this guy is the murderer. We have DNA, but he has alibis and no evidence in his home or at his work place to even suspect he was in the areas of the killings." She sighed and looked at Grissom.

Grissom nodded and leaned forward. Catherine sat down next to Sara in the opposite visitors chair. Glancing at Catherine, he took a deep breath. "Mike's fine. The babysitter didn't mean to scare you. It was only a bump. The books shouldn't have been there in the first place."

Sara nodded. "Ok."

Catherine looked from one to the other. "Who's Mike?" That was the only real part of the words Grissom spoke that she caught.

"My son." Sara answered.

Wide eyes focused solely on Sara's face. "Son?" Catherine turned to Grissom. "You know she has a son?"

"Of course I know." He replied frowning.

Catherine watched the looks the two shared and became more confused. "How old?"

"3." Grissom answered matter of factly.

"He'll be 4 soon." Sara added.

Grissom smiled. "Growing like a weed with the brains of Einstein." He teased.

Catherine sighed and sat back in the chair. "Sara has a son. He's 3, name's Mike and Grissom knows when his birthday is." She rattled off staring into space.

"We better get back to work. Cath don't spread this about ok?" Sara asked in a pleading tone.

"Sure, but what's the problem. I'm a single mom too." Catherine asked.

Grissom stood. "She's not a single mom and if word got out to Mobley, he'd be asking question's about the father and Sara and I aren't ready to face that demon yet."

Sara was surprised at him for just telling Catherine like that and swatted his arm. "Fool." She left the office.

Catherine looked up at him and grinned after the initial shock. "Friend huh? Very clever, nice acting cool and collected around the mother of your child Gil. But I have one question." Grissom nodded for her to ask. "Why have we not heard about Mike before or you and Sara for that matter?"

"That's two." He smirked at her glare. "I don't talk about anything personal. No one asked me if I had a son. No one asked me if I was seeing Sara or for how long and on the work front its frowned apon that a supervisor sees his colleges. I would either loose my job, be demoted, transferred or Sara could be moved to days. In any case neither of us would see each other. That's why she worked in San Francisco and I went to see her when I could and as you know that's not very often." Grissom peered out his door and smiled at Catherine.

"How long have you known Sara?" Catherine asked.

"Over 10 years." He said walking out of his office.

Staring at him in disbelief. "I've known you for about that long and I've never heard about a Sara Sidle before she came in when Holly died."

Grissom shrugged. "You never asked." Catherine snorted and followed him.

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There she is again. It's becoming a habit. She's obviously very special to the doctor of forensics. I wonder whether I should wait or start tonight?

So much to do and not enough time.

Maybe it is time after all.

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Sara walked through the front door and a little body wrapped its arms around her leg. She looked at the babysitter as she pulled on her coat. "He's been fine. I'm terribly sorry about last night."

Sara shook her head and handed her a check. "Don't worry Sam. You were obviously shaken. It's understandable, Although." Sara lifted Mike up and told him firmly. "Don't climb things." He nodded and wrapped his chubby arms around her neck.

"I'll see you tonight." Sam waved to Mike and left.

Ten minutes later Grissom came through the door and was assaulted just as Sara was. He continued to walk into the kitchen with Mike on his leg. "I'm sure we had a child and not a monkey." He chuckled and peeled his son on his leg. Sitting him on the counter and kissing his head, he handed him a beaker Sara placed in his hand.

"A child yes, but the monkey must come from your side." Sara turned back to making breakfast and squealed when Grissom poked her in the ribs softly.

Mike giggled into his beaker as he watched his mother and father. Grissom kissed Sara's neck and reached around her to pinch a piece of fruit. He succeeded before she swatted his hand away. Turning back to Mike, he held out the fruit and offered it to him. "Right, books." He set Mike on the floor and went to put the books that Mike climbed and hurt himself, back on the shelf.

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Sara sat with her back to Grissom's chest and Mike lying against her chest. The TV was on low, a documentary on African gorillas played while Sara fell asleep and Mike dozed. Grissom watched the programme with full interest and grinned when he asked Sara something and got no response. He kissed her shoulder and went back to watching the TV.

An hour before shift and Sam knocked on the door before entering. "Hello!" She walked in and saw the display on the couch and smiled. She put the coffee pot on and waited for it to boil.

Grissom smelled the coffee and leaned forward to ease away from Sara. He lifted Mike into his arms and carried him to bed. Once he was settled, Grissom stood at the end of the couch and watched Sara sleep. He looked up to see Sam holding two coffee cups and place them on the breakfast bar. He grinned and gently lifted Sara up and carried her to their bed.

She rolled onto her side and pulled on his shirt as he went to stand. He chuckled and slid down next to her. "It's time to get up sleepy head."

"Not yet." She mumbled snuggling closer to him.

"We'll be late." He smiled into her hair and kissed her bare neck as her head bent to rest against his chest.

"Don't care." She raised her head and brushed his lips with hers. "Sam here yet?" He nodded and moaned quietly as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. "It's a shame." She murmured into his mouth.