Title: When it All Comes Crashing Down
Author: Stepf/CSIphile
Notes: My bad.I'm sorry this took so long. RL has been a pain and then I got sick and..meh. So.heeeeeeeerrrrreeeesssss fic..
Waking several hours later from sleep, Grissom looks at the clock and frowns: almost time for work. Rolling over, he looks at Sara, sleeping peacefully on her back, her white t-shirt bunched up under her breasts, exposing her stomach. Narrowing his eyes, he tries to see the telltale bump he is sure she will have sooner rather than later. Finding nothing, he reaches out carefully and with just his fingertips, touches her smooth skin. Feeling nothing, he places his entire palm down. He knows he can't feel anything; according to the doctor it will be several weeks before he will be privy to the moments of the baby. But for a moment, he imagines it and it's almost real. He can picture it moving and he imagines that the feeling is something similar to when a fish skims the water.
Pulled out of the trance by Sara moving and making slight noises, his eyes roam up her torso, stopping at a point that holds nothing but bad memories for them both. The scar over her ribs is fading, while she will probably always have a light marking, Grissom would prefer it if the one reminder disappeared. With the cast gone, this is the last reminder for him what happened, his last reminder of a time of terror.
Sara feels him touch her stomach, lay his palm down, but chooses to feign sleep for the moment, enjoying the feeling of his cool hand on her skin, letting him have his time to think. Eventually she has to move, the position she is in is becoming uncomfortable, and now she really has to go to the bathroom. He stops touching her momentarily, only to feel his fingers make contact yet again near her breast, knowing what is there. She decides that's enough there's no need to linger on the past.
"Hey," she says.
"Did I wake you?"
"Nope, time to get up anyway." She stretches a moment, enjoying the sensation.
"You need to get extra sleep now, Sara. Your typical sleep schedule isn't going to cut it."
"I know, we discussed this with Megan, remember? More sleep, eating regularly, take my vitamins. I got it, really, but I'm not tired, besides we need to go to work."
"Ok. I'll make some coffee, you want some?"
"You know it. I get one cup a day and I'll be damned if I don't drink it!" she grins broadly at him, moving into a sitting position, when she does though, a heavy feeling settles in her bladder. "And as much as I want to stay in bed with you, I have to pee."
"Uh huh."
"'Uh huh', what?"
"You only went 3 hours ago, I heard you."
"So? Are you unclear on the whole pregnant thing all of a sudden? Cause I figured the doctors visit would help with that. PhD, my ass."
He raises one eyebrow at her, her sarcasm has made a triumphant return.
"I don't recall you having to urinate this frequently before you found out."
She cocks her head at him in disbelief, "You're implying that my apparently sudden need to pee is psychosomatic aren't you? That the only reason I am doing it is because I know about the baby now."
"I didn't say that. It's just, curious."
"Don't start with me."
She gives him her best attempt at an annoyed look, but has a hard time stopping a smile.
"Why?"
"Cause I'm the pregnant one, and as such it's my right."
She smiles openly now, barely managing to contain a laugh.
"Uh huh. You really think I'm going to go easy on you because you're pregnant? No special favors from me, carrying my child or not."
As they are talking Grissom leans into her, closing the gap between them, his blue eyes locked onto her brown ones. Biting her lower lip, Sara breaks eye contact only long enough to whisper in his ear.
"I certainly hope you wouldn't. Go easy on me that is." Bringing her head back she smiles mischievously and kisses him briefly, just letting her lips brush against his.
"Thought you had to pee." He replies huskily.
"It can wait a little bit. I only went 3 hours ago, remember." With that she gives him a deeper kiss, pushing open his mouth with her tongue before quickly pulling back.
He moans lightly when she gives him just a taste of herself. Deciding that two can play that game, he tilts his head down and kisses her in the crook of her neck, one of her sensitive spots. Feeling her shiver lightly under him, he ventures further, kissing her exposed collarbone then following her long neck up to her jaw. Stopping, he pulls away from the salty taste of her skin and looks at her, her eyes filled with want; he can feel her hands running along the waistband of his boxers, slowly inching them lower. He bends down and kisses her hard, any thoughts of going easy on her floating out of his mind with the feel of her soft lips on his.
Two days before Thanksgiving, Sara moves the last of her things into Grissom's townhouse. She has given away most of her large furniture, her bed and couch the first to go. The only things she brought with her are personal items and her electronic equipment. The computer is set up in a corner; she can't live without the machine.
Moving around the townhouse, Sara takes in her new space; meshing her life with his is proving more difficult than she imagined. While they are almost the same person, there are distinct differences that will have to be addressed. Something about the lack of organization in the space is making her crazy, and standing in front of the bookshelves, she resists the urge to rearrange them to her exacting standards.
Grissom watches her standing in front of the bookshelves that line one wall. She is gently biting her lower lip, a look of helplessness on her face.
"Sara? What are you doing?"
Slowly, she turns with a guilty expression. "Nothing."
He smirks at her. "I recognize that face, something is bothering you. What? This is your place too."
"It's really nothing. Ok, the books, they're all over the place, not in any order. It's just me, don't worry about it. I'll deal, I need to learn to accept a little disorder before the baby comes. No problem."
"Ok, as long as you are sure, cause we can."
"No, Grissom. I really do need to be less controlling. Really." She smiles and places one hand on his arm. "I need to do this." Grissom nods and walks into the kitchen, watching as she gives one last glance at the shelves, makes a determined face, and steps away.
tbc.....still no Joey..huh. Wonder where he could be.
Author: Stepf/CSIphile
Notes: My bad.I'm sorry this took so long. RL has been a pain and then I got sick and..meh. So.heeeeeeeerrrrreeeesssss fic..
Waking several hours later from sleep, Grissom looks at the clock and frowns: almost time for work. Rolling over, he looks at Sara, sleeping peacefully on her back, her white t-shirt bunched up under her breasts, exposing her stomach. Narrowing his eyes, he tries to see the telltale bump he is sure she will have sooner rather than later. Finding nothing, he reaches out carefully and with just his fingertips, touches her smooth skin. Feeling nothing, he places his entire palm down. He knows he can't feel anything; according to the doctor it will be several weeks before he will be privy to the moments of the baby. But for a moment, he imagines it and it's almost real. He can picture it moving and he imagines that the feeling is something similar to when a fish skims the water.
Pulled out of the trance by Sara moving and making slight noises, his eyes roam up her torso, stopping at a point that holds nothing but bad memories for them both. The scar over her ribs is fading, while she will probably always have a light marking, Grissom would prefer it if the one reminder disappeared. With the cast gone, this is the last reminder for him what happened, his last reminder of a time of terror.
Sara feels him touch her stomach, lay his palm down, but chooses to feign sleep for the moment, enjoying the feeling of his cool hand on her skin, letting him have his time to think. Eventually she has to move, the position she is in is becoming uncomfortable, and now she really has to go to the bathroom. He stops touching her momentarily, only to feel his fingers make contact yet again near her breast, knowing what is there. She decides that's enough there's no need to linger on the past.
"Hey," she says.
"Did I wake you?"
"Nope, time to get up anyway." She stretches a moment, enjoying the sensation.
"You need to get extra sleep now, Sara. Your typical sleep schedule isn't going to cut it."
"I know, we discussed this with Megan, remember? More sleep, eating regularly, take my vitamins. I got it, really, but I'm not tired, besides we need to go to work."
"Ok. I'll make some coffee, you want some?"
"You know it. I get one cup a day and I'll be damned if I don't drink it!" she grins broadly at him, moving into a sitting position, when she does though, a heavy feeling settles in her bladder. "And as much as I want to stay in bed with you, I have to pee."
"Uh huh."
"'Uh huh', what?"
"You only went 3 hours ago, I heard you."
"So? Are you unclear on the whole pregnant thing all of a sudden? Cause I figured the doctors visit would help with that. PhD, my ass."
He raises one eyebrow at her, her sarcasm has made a triumphant return.
"I don't recall you having to urinate this frequently before you found out."
She cocks her head at him in disbelief, "You're implying that my apparently sudden need to pee is psychosomatic aren't you? That the only reason I am doing it is because I know about the baby now."
"I didn't say that. It's just, curious."
"Don't start with me."
She gives him her best attempt at an annoyed look, but has a hard time stopping a smile.
"Why?"
"Cause I'm the pregnant one, and as such it's my right."
She smiles openly now, barely managing to contain a laugh.
"Uh huh. You really think I'm going to go easy on you because you're pregnant? No special favors from me, carrying my child or not."
As they are talking Grissom leans into her, closing the gap between them, his blue eyes locked onto her brown ones. Biting her lower lip, Sara breaks eye contact only long enough to whisper in his ear.
"I certainly hope you wouldn't. Go easy on me that is." Bringing her head back she smiles mischievously and kisses him briefly, just letting her lips brush against his.
"Thought you had to pee." He replies huskily.
"It can wait a little bit. I only went 3 hours ago, remember." With that she gives him a deeper kiss, pushing open his mouth with her tongue before quickly pulling back.
He moans lightly when she gives him just a taste of herself. Deciding that two can play that game, he tilts his head down and kisses her in the crook of her neck, one of her sensitive spots. Feeling her shiver lightly under him, he ventures further, kissing her exposed collarbone then following her long neck up to her jaw. Stopping, he pulls away from the salty taste of her skin and looks at her, her eyes filled with want; he can feel her hands running along the waistband of his boxers, slowly inching them lower. He bends down and kisses her hard, any thoughts of going easy on her floating out of his mind with the feel of her soft lips on his.
Two days before Thanksgiving, Sara moves the last of her things into Grissom's townhouse. She has given away most of her large furniture, her bed and couch the first to go. The only things she brought with her are personal items and her electronic equipment. The computer is set up in a corner; she can't live without the machine.
Moving around the townhouse, Sara takes in her new space; meshing her life with his is proving more difficult than she imagined. While they are almost the same person, there are distinct differences that will have to be addressed. Something about the lack of organization in the space is making her crazy, and standing in front of the bookshelves, she resists the urge to rearrange them to her exacting standards.
Grissom watches her standing in front of the bookshelves that line one wall. She is gently biting her lower lip, a look of helplessness on her face.
"Sara? What are you doing?"
Slowly, she turns with a guilty expression. "Nothing."
He smirks at her. "I recognize that face, something is bothering you. What? This is your place too."
"It's really nothing. Ok, the books, they're all over the place, not in any order. It's just me, don't worry about it. I'll deal, I need to learn to accept a little disorder before the baby comes. No problem."
"Ok, as long as you are sure, cause we can."
"No, Grissom. I really do need to be less controlling. Really." She smiles and places one hand on his arm. "I need to do this." Grissom nods and walks into the kitchen, watching as she gives one last glance at the shelves, makes a determined face, and steps away.
tbc.....still no Joey..huh. Wonder where he could be.