Title: When it All Comes Crashing Down
Author: Stepf/CSIphile
Notes: How did Gris and Sara find themselves in this predicament? All the answers are here, and its pretty sugary, you are warned, be sure to brush your teeth after. But alas.no Joey. Hey, I gotta give the geeks some alone time. Sorry for the long time between posts, life's been busy and then the whole Recipe for Murder debacle. Its been tough, hopefully this will help with the G/S faith.
Thanks: Thank you for the great reviews so far. Glad to see you enjoy my madness. Of course to my beta Adina, she rocks hard, yo.
"Sar, you've checked the clock 5 times already in the last 10 minutes. Why are you so anxious to get out of here?" Nick asks. Sara's behavior is curious to say the least. Never in the three years of working with her has he seen Sara excited to go home. Even the past few months of seeing Grissom hasn't changed her work habits much, she still max's out on overtime and is the first one to volunteer.
"Huh? Oh, no reason, just one of those days I guess." Sara shrugs and hope the vague answer is enough for him. While she feels this tugging need to tell someone besides Grissom, and Nicky would be the first person, she bites her lip. She feels safer waiting until after the doctors appointment; she needs to be sure, to confirm that this isn't some dream she is having.
"One of those days? Three years Sara, three years and not once have you had 'one of those days'. What? You and Grissom have plans?" (
Finally looking at him instead of the clock Sara smiles enigmatically. "Yeah, something like that."
"What's going on? You guys have been acting weird all day," he presses, now concerned for his friend. "Something wrong?"
Just then Grissom walks in and Sara gets up, leaning into Nick. "Nothing's wrong Nick. Don't worry." She gives him a wide smile and follows Grissom out to the Tahoe. They have three hours to kill before the appointment.
Before starting the truck Grissom looks at her "Lets go out to eat. Sound good?"
"Yeah, great," she responds and smiles slightly. Sara has to admit this is making her more nervous than she was expecting, although she doesn't know why.
Two and a half long hours later, they are sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office. Sara is flipping through a magazine, Fit Pregnancy, while Grissom watches the other women in the room. Most are in various stages of pregnancy, two have toddlers playing in a section reserved for them. He watches them for a bit, fascinated by their behavior, he had never really watched children, with the exception of Lindsey, but he is seeing less and less of her as she grows up. Sara's hand on his leg gets his attention and he looks at her.
"Come on, they called us." She stands slowly and waits for him to do the same, watching as he gives one more glance to the children, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Ok, Sara", says the doctor. "I pulled your file and from what you told us the first day of your last period was August 20th, with a regular 28 day cycle, correct?"
"Yep."
"Ok," the doctor says, pushing a few keys on the keyboard. "The blood test confirmed pregnancy, so based on your last period you are going to be due May 27th. Right now you are thirteen weeks along, already in your second trimester, which is good. You're past the high risk time for miscarriage and the next 3 months are the best part of pregnancy. You want to know when conception approximately was?"
Glancing at Grissom she responds in the affirmative, "Sure."
"Ok, let's see. Somewhere during the week of Labor Day, probably September 3rd."
"You're sure, the 3rd?" she asks, her voice shaky.
Grissom notices she has lost several shades of color in her face.
"Sara?" he asks, unsure what the problem is, and then does a quick mental calculation in his head. "Oh god."
"Something wrong?" the doctor inquires, concerned about her reaction to the news; most parents are thrilled to remember when they conceived.
"The accident," she says, barely above a whisper.
"The accident," he echoes somewhat louder.
Seeing the fear in her eyes Grissom turns to the doctor and explains the situation to her. "That night, Sara was in a car accident, she required surgery and was sedated. Several days later she was attacked by the person who caused the accident, and again was admitted to the hospital and medicated. She was on antibiotics and pain meds for two weeks and then just the pain medication for another two. She had two CAT scans and several x- rays for her lungs and ribs."
The doctor considers this for a moment before speaking. "You were in the accident the night you conceived? You're sure?"
Sara finally speaks, and Grissom can hear her trying to keep her voice from breaking, "Yes, it was the only time we slept together for a while
"Ok. I can't say for sure that everything is fine. But I can tell you that many women who are on medications such as antibiotics early in pregnancy carry a healthy baby full term. I think it's a good sign you didn't miscarry, that's a strong baby you have." she looks at her notes quickly. "Well, the nurse has you scheduled for a sonogram today since this is your first visit. Lets take a look and see if everything looks good."
The doctor gets up and indicates for them to follow her. Before she gets far, however, Sara asks a question. "I don't understand, I was on the pill." Sara is honestly perplexed as to how this happened.
"Well, Sara, from what you have told me, you were under a lot of stress. Stress can do strange things to your body, your hormones in particular. It's happened."
Sara just nods and follows her out the door, Grissom close behind.
Walking down the hall, Grissom wraps one arm around her waist and whispers in her ear, "I'm sure everything is fine Sara." Sara just nods quietly.
Lying back on the table in the small room, Sara gasps when the cool gel hits her bare abdomen. The doctor quickly apologizes and slides the wand through the gel, making a thin coat of it. Sara unconsciously squeezes Grissom's hand tighter as pictures start to form on the small monochrome screen. She looks, but can't see anything except snow and blobs of something. With her head turned to the monitor, Sara isn't privy to Grissom's expression when they get their first look of the baby. Slowly, the blobs had given way to shape, a small shape encased in what looks like a bubble. Sara isn't sure she is seeing correctly until the doctor moves the wand and gets a profile, the form of a baby clear as day: the head almost as big as the rest of the body, leg, arms and facial features apparent.
"Is that." she starts, but is cut off.
"Yep. Here's the head," the doctor freezes the picture and marks something in white. "..and here's the feet. Lets get a look here.hmmm."
Sara looks at the doctor as she moves the wand more, freezing the frames on occasion. "Is.everything ok?" she asks in a small voice. Grissom has yet to speak, seeing his child, their child, is incredible. For once the master of prose has no words to describe the emotions. He didn't think happiness like this was possible.
The doctor turns to them with a smile and says, "Everything looks great. He's the right size, I can see the brain and heart and some internal organs; everything looks good. You have a healthy baby Sara. Let me hook this up and we can hear the heartbeat."
"He?" Grissom asks.
"I call all babies he until we know, if you want to. At your 20 week ultrasound you can find out."
Sara finally looks at Grissom and grins, surprised when he suddenly leans over and kisses her forehead. Pulling back he puts his lips by her ear and whispers. "I love you Sara."
"You too," she responds and is about to continue when a loud, fast thubbing noise is heard in room.
Looking at the monitor the doctor again smiles. "One-forty, very good strong. I like to see that. This one is a stubborn guy, he was meant to be, I guess."
"Yeah," Sara says quietly.
"Yeah," Grissom also responds, his exhilaration from earlier only compounded by hearing the heartbeat. Even though this is something they never planned for, it's the best thing that ever went wrong in his life.
"Megan, listen. You know I have an.unusual job. How long can I continue and what is harmful to the baby?" Sara finally asks the question that is on both their minds.
Sara sits up and removes the gel from her stomach as the doctor speaks, "That's tough Sara. I'm going to leave how long you work up to you for now. After about seven months though, it might get difficult to collect evidence, bending over and tying shoes is an adventure, so you may want to consider desk work after that." Grissom watches as Sara flinches at the mention of desk work. "About the nature of the job and the chemicals you use. I'm going to say that fingerprint powder and luminol is fine. A good rule of thumb is if you wouldn't want a toddler to breathe it in, you shouldn't either. I can do some research, but I don't know that I will find much. Just be aware of what you are doing. For the most part I think you are fine, though. Call me if you have any specific issues. Ok?"
"Yeah, ok, thanks." Sara gets off the table and discusses with Megan about general do's and don'ts of pregnancy. As they walk out the door, Megan stops them and hands her a small envelope. At Sara's confused expression, she explains.
"Pictures. For you."
"Thanks."
The walk out to the truck is done in silence, each contemplating the situation. It's real now, they have seen the baby, heard the heartbeat. There's no denying that by May their entire lives will change; there will be diapers, feedings, worries when you don't hear anything on the monitor, sleepless nights with a crying baby, smooth skin, smiles just for you, a first word, unconditional love.
Entering the Tahoe, they look at each other. Unsure what to say. The emotional high in the doctor's office has been replaced by reality.
"Well.," she starts slowly.
"Well, what do we do now?" he asks, unsure what their next step will be.
"I suppose we have to tell the team, and at some point Mobley is going to figure it out. I suppose we take it as it comes," she sighs loudly and opens the envelope, taking out one picture, the profile. "After that, I have no clue. I know that I have never loved someone so much before I even met them."
"I have." He replies quickly and starts the Tahoe. When he sees her head snap up out of the corner of his eye he speaks again. "You."
She smiles at him; he never fails to surprise her. "Well, when do you want to tell them?" They need to come up with a plan before it become apparent to everyone.
"Lets give it a couple days." He pulls into traffic and heads back to his place. "Then we'll get everyone together and tell them about the baby, and moving in together, or did you forget that part?"
"No, I didn't forget. I think your place is fine for now. If we have to later, we can find something bigger."
"Ok," he agrees.
tbc.........
Author: Stepf/CSIphile
Notes: How did Gris and Sara find themselves in this predicament? All the answers are here, and its pretty sugary, you are warned, be sure to brush your teeth after. But alas.no Joey. Hey, I gotta give the geeks some alone time. Sorry for the long time between posts, life's been busy and then the whole Recipe for Murder debacle. Its been tough, hopefully this will help with the G/S faith.
Thanks: Thank you for the great reviews so far. Glad to see you enjoy my madness. Of course to my beta Adina, she rocks hard, yo.
"Sar, you've checked the clock 5 times already in the last 10 minutes. Why are you so anxious to get out of here?" Nick asks. Sara's behavior is curious to say the least. Never in the three years of working with her has he seen Sara excited to go home. Even the past few months of seeing Grissom hasn't changed her work habits much, she still max's out on overtime and is the first one to volunteer.
"Huh? Oh, no reason, just one of those days I guess." Sara shrugs and hope the vague answer is enough for him. While she feels this tugging need to tell someone besides Grissom, and Nicky would be the first person, she bites her lip. She feels safer waiting until after the doctors appointment; she needs to be sure, to confirm that this isn't some dream she is having.
"One of those days? Three years Sara, three years and not once have you had 'one of those days'. What? You and Grissom have plans?" (
Finally looking at him instead of the clock Sara smiles enigmatically. "Yeah, something like that."
"What's going on? You guys have been acting weird all day," he presses, now concerned for his friend. "Something wrong?"
Just then Grissom walks in and Sara gets up, leaning into Nick. "Nothing's wrong Nick. Don't worry." She gives him a wide smile and follows Grissom out to the Tahoe. They have three hours to kill before the appointment.
Before starting the truck Grissom looks at her "Lets go out to eat. Sound good?"
"Yeah, great," she responds and smiles slightly. Sara has to admit this is making her more nervous than she was expecting, although she doesn't know why.
Two and a half long hours later, they are sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office. Sara is flipping through a magazine, Fit Pregnancy, while Grissom watches the other women in the room. Most are in various stages of pregnancy, two have toddlers playing in a section reserved for them. He watches them for a bit, fascinated by their behavior, he had never really watched children, with the exception of Lindsey, but he is seeing less and less of her as she grows up. Sara's hand on his leg gets his attention and he looks at her.
"Come on, they called us." She stands slowly and waits for him to do the same, watching as he gives one more glance to the children, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Ok, Sara", says the doctor. "I pulled your file and from what you told us the first day of your last period was August 20th, with a regular 28 day cycle, correct?"
"Yep."
"Ok," the doctor says, pushing a few keys on the keyboard. "The blood test confirmed pregnancy, so based on your last period you are going to be due May 27th. Right now you are thirteen weeks along, already in your second trimester, which is good. You're past the high risk time for miscarriage and the next 3 months are the best part of pregnancy. You want to know when conception approximately was?"
Glancing at Grissom she responds in the affirmative, "Sure."
"Ok, let's see. Somewhere during the week of Labor Day, probably September 3rd."
"You're sure, the 3rd?" she asks, her voice shaky.
Grissom notices she has lost several shades of color in her face.
"Sara?" he asks, unsure what the problem is, and then does a quick mental calculation in his head. "Oh god."
"Something wrong?" the doctor inquires, concerned about her reaction to the news; most parents are thrilled to remember when they conceived.
"The accident," she says, barely above a whisper.
"The accident," he echoes somewhat louder.
Seeing the fear in her eyes Grissom turns to the doctor and explains the situation to her. "That night, Sara was in a car accident, she required surgery and was sedated. Several days later she was attacked by the person who caused the accident, and again was admitted to the hospital and medicated. She was on antibiotics and pain meds for two weeks and then just the pain medication for another two. She had two CAT scans and several x- rays for her lungs and ribs."
The doctor considers this for a moment before speaking. "You were in the accident the night you conceived? You're sure?"
Sara finally speaks, and Grissom can hear her trying to keep her voice from breaking, "Yes, it was the only time we slept together for a while
"Ok. I can't say for sure that everything is fine. But I can tell you that many women who are on medications such as antibiotics early in pregnancy carry a healthy baby full term. I think it's a good sign you didn't miscarry, that's a strong baby you have." she looks at her notes quickly. "Well, the nurse has you scheduled for a sonogram today since this is your first visit. Lets take a look and see if everything looks good."
The doctor gets up and indicates for them to follow her. Before she gets far, however, Sara asks a question. "I don't understand, I was on the pill." Sara is honestly perplexed as to how this happened.
"Well, Sara, from what you have told me, you were under a lot of stress. Stress can do strange things to your body, your hormones in particular. It's happened."
Sara just nods and follows her out the door, Grissom close behind.
Walking down the hall, Grissom wraps one arm around her waist and whispers in her ear, "I'm sure everything is fine Sara." Sara just nods quietly.
Lying back on the table in the small room, Sara gasps when the cool gel hits her bare abdomen. The doctor quickly apologizes and slides the wand through the gel, making a thin coat of it. Sara unconsciously squeezes Grissom's hand tighter as pictures start to form on the small monochrome screen. She looks, but can't see anything except snow and blobs of something. With her head turned to the monitor, Sara isn't privy to Grissom's expression when they get their first look of the baby. Slowly, the blobs had given way to shape, a small shape encased in what looks like a bubble. Sara isn't sure she is seeing correctly until the doctor moves the wand and gets a profile, the form of a baby clear as day: the head almost as big as the rest of the body, leg, arms and facial features apparent.
"Is that." she starts, but is cut off.
"Yep. Here's the head," the doctor freezes the picture and marks something in white. "..and here's the feet. Lets get a look here.hmmm."
Sara looks at the doctor as she moves the wand more, freezing the frames on occasion. "Is.everything ok?" she asks in a small voice. Grissom has yet to speak, seeing his child, their child, is incredible. For once the master of prose has no words to describe the emotions. He didn't think happiness like this was possible.
The doctor turns to them with a smile and says, "Everything looks great. He's the right size, I can see the brain and heart and some internal organs; everything looks good. You have a healthy baby Sara. Let me hook this up and we can hear the heartbeat."
"He?" Grissom asks.
"I call all babies he until we know, if you want to. At your 20 week ultrasound you can find out."
Sara finally looks at Grissom and grins, surprised when he suddenly leans over and kisses her forehead. Pulling back he puts his lips by her ear and whispers. "I love you Sara."
"You too," she responds and is about to continue when a loud, fast thubbing noise is heard in room.
Looking at the monitor the doctor again smiles. "One-forty, very good strong. I like to see that. This one is a stubborn guy, he was meant to be, I guess."
"Yeah," Sara says quietly.
"Yeah," Grissom also responds, his exhilaration from earlier only compounded by hearing the heartbeat. Even though this is something they never planned for, it's the best thing that ever went wrong in his life.
"Megan, listen. You know I have an.unusual job. How long can I continue and what is harmful to the baby?" Sara finally asks the question that is on both their minds.
Sara sits up and removes the gel from her stomach as the doctor speaks, "That's tough Sara. I'm going to leave how long you work up to you for now. After about seven months though, it might get difficult to collect evidence, bending over and tying shoes is an adventure, so you may want to consider desk work after that." Grissom watches as Sara flinches at the mention of desk work. "About the nature of the job and the chemicals you use. I'm going to say that fingerprint powder and luminol is fine. A good rule of thumb is if you wouldn't want a toddler to breathe it in, you shouldn't either. I can do some research, but I don't know that I will find much. Just be aware of what you are doing. For the most part I think you are fine, though. Call me if you have any specific issues. Ok?"
"Yeah, ok, thanks." Sara gets off the table and discusses with Megan about general do's and don'ts of pregnancy. As they walk out the door, Megan stops them and hands her a small envelope. At Sara's confused expression, she explains.
"Pictures. For you."
"Thanks."
The walk out to the truck is done in silence, each contemplating the situation. It's real now, they have seen the baby, heard the heartbeat. There's no denying that by May their entire lives will change; there will be diapers, feedings, worries when you don't hear anything on the monitor, sleepless nights with a crying baby, smooth skin, smiles just for you, a first word, unconditional love.
Entering the Tahoe, they look at each other. Unsure what to say. The emotional high in the doctor's office has been replaced by reality.
"Well.," she starts slowly.
"Well, what do we do now?" he asks, unsure what their next step will be.
"I suppose we have to tell the team, and at some point Mobley is going to figure it out. I suppose we take it as it comes," she sighs loudly and opens the envelope, taking out one picture, the profile. "After that, I have no clue. I know that I have never loved someone so much before I even met them."
"I have." He replies quickly and starts the Tahoe. When he sees her head snap up out of the corner of his eye he speaks again. "You."
She smiles at him; he never fails to surprise her. "Well, when do you want to tell them?" They need to come up with a plan before it become apparent to everyone.
"Lets give it a couple days." He pulls into traffic and heads back to his place. "Then we'll get everyone together and tell them about the baby, and moving in together, or did you forget that part?"
"No, I didn't forget. I think your place is fine for now. If we have to later, we can find something bigger."
"Ok," he agrees.
tbc.........