Title: When it All Comes Crashing Down
Author: Stepf/CSIphile
Notes: More fun happy geeks.enjoy it while it lasts guys. This one is kinda short, so I'll try to have another up shortly.
Thanks: To Miss Din for her beta work and support. And of course to Miss Meg, who held my hand more times than I can count when I said (more than once) "Is it a little overboard to give a pregnant woman a stalker?" Apparently not, y'all seem to be enjoying, so please keep up the reviews!
The Thanksgiving holiday is spent in peace. They both are at work, but surprisingly they have received not one call that night, the criminals of Las Vegas deciding to celebrate with the rest of them. Neither of them minded working when Warrick, Nick and Catherine had all asked for the night off. Sara never really celebrated the holidays, and at least she gets to spend some time at work alone with him. Well past midnight Catherine arrives with a bag in her hands.
"Hey you guys! Turkey dinner coming right up." Cath flashes a smile at the pair who are sitting in the break room, looking over cold cases.
"Cath, you didn't have to," Grissom replies and watches as she places the food on the table, the smell making him realize how hungry he is.
"Yes, I did. I always have tonight off, it seemed like I should do something for those who must suffer in my place."
After Catherine makes some small talk, she leaves the two again with their case files. Sara watches the clock tick by; she is bored, cranky and getting really tired. Without something to occupy her mind, she is going stir crazy. Additionally, the baby seems bound and determined that night to make her set a record for bathroom visits. Sighing and stretching Sara looks around the near-empty labs, Grissom had retreated to his office a while back to look for something and now she wonders what is taking so long.
Standing and walking to his office, she pauses momentarily in the hall and looks back. Shivering slightly she realizes that this is the path she took in the dream so long ago, it seems so familiar, no people walking the halls, the fluorescent lighting casting a blue glow on the with tile flooring. The only thing missing is Joey and the squeaking of her shoes. Tentatively she reaches out for the door handle, rationally she knows he is fine, Harrington is locked up, but at the same time, there is fear in her stomach.
Pushing open the door with ease, she sees Grissom sitting in chair, his back to her, not moving. Swallowing hard she approaches the desk, a weird terror gripping her. Finally finding her voice she calls out to him.
"Grissom?" When he doesn't respond, Sara takes a deep breath and steps around the chair to face him. "Dammit Grissom!" she exclaims at him.
"What?" He looks up at her, confused.
"You scared me. I called your name, you didn't answer." Relief washes through her, looking in his clear blue eyes.
"Sorry, distracted," he says and shows her what he had been looking at. The sonogram.
She smiles at him and shakes her head at herself. She can't believe she let a dream from so long ago invade her thoughts even now. Indicating the picture she asks in a soft tone, "See something new? Or are you just trying to get a mental picture now?"
Looking back down at the black and white photo, he speaks without looking up. "It's a boy."
"Huh?" She looks down at the photo, she has looked at it endless times, but never noticed that. "How can you tell?"
"I can't, it's just a feeling."
At that she smirks, "A feeling huh? Since when do you base anything on feelings Dr. Grissom?"
"I don't usually, except this one time. I just...know Sara." He shrugs and puts the photo back in his briefcase. "Can't explain it."
One week later, he is watching her dress and notices a small bulge just under her belly button, not much, but enough to cause her some grief with buttoning up her jeans. Approaching her, he lays a hand on the offending bump, something that he can finally feel. Up to now, it hasn't been quite real to him, this is evidence though, proof of what the sonogram told them.
"We have to tell them soon," he says.
"Yeah, I know. Now I wish my pants weren't so umm...fitted. I'm going to need new clothes and I hate shopping. Oh god, Grissom, I am going to have to wear maternity clothes."
He looks at her stricken expression and laughs. She only shoots him an annoyed expression and finishes dressing.
Catching a glance at herself in the mirror, Sara sighs. 'A long shirt will only cover this for so long,' she thinks, and heads out the door.
Entering the locker room that night, Sara is relieved to find no one in the small room. Sighing, she opens number 30, pulls her lab coat out and puts her bag on the top shelf. She creases her brow upon noticing the bag won't go all the way in; it's caught on something behind it. Reaching her hand in, Sara finds the offending item with her fingers and tugs on it; in the process, however, she catches the sleeve of her shirt on the edge of the locker, tearing a nice sized hole in it at the elbow. Pulling her arm back she swears, and looks at the damage.
'Can't wear this now,' she decides and gets out the extra shirt she always has at work. Looking at the t-shirt, she realizes that it's one of her older ones, and barely hits the waistband of her hip huggers. If anyone really looked, it would be apparent what they are hiding. "Guess I'll be wearing my lab coat all night."
Stripping off the ruined garment, she is pulling the new shirt over her head when Catherine's voice cuts through the room.
"When were you going to tell us?" her voice is light, amused almost.
'Shit, sooner rather than later, now,' she thinks and finishes dressing, deciding to play dumb for the moment. "Excuse me?"
"Sara, come on. That shirt doesn't make it hard to figure out even if I hadn't seen it." Catherine opens her locker and pulls out a long sleeved red top. Sizing Sara up, she hands it over. "Here, this will cover better than what you have on. I assume you aren't telling anyone yet."
"No, and we were going to tell you guys soon. We needed to adjust to it first and I guess we just wanted to enjoy it for a while, without the questions and worrying, and without the higher up finding out. This kind of goes against the whole nothing at work policy Mobley laid down."
"Have you adjusted? Has Grissom?" The older woman sits down next to her.
"Yeah, we both have actually. Grissom is.he's actually happy about this. I almost can't believe it."
"You figured he wouldn't want anything to do with you or the baby. That he would turn away, pull back, as Grissom is want to do."
"Exactly. We never planned for this Catherine, not now, not ever. It was a shock needless to say. Still is honestly. But we saw it and heard a heartbeat and it was amazing, Catherine, incredible. I never thought I would be happy about something like this, but I am. It's weird."
"You've changed Sara, since you came here; you both have. Change isn't bad, it can be the best thing that ever happened to you. You've both grown, come out of your respective shells, and I think you helped each other with that. You've found your perfect mates, this is just an extension of that. Being a mother is both the most frustrating and the most rewarding experience, all at the same time, you'll see. You know why you're happy? Cause you're ready Sara, your life is where it needs to be." Catherine gets up and smiles at her. "When are you due?"
"May 27th."
"You better tell Nick, he'll be pissed I knew first." Catherine gives her a wink and leaves the room.
Sara stands and heads to Grissom's office; it's time to tell them all.
Standing in the doorway, she waits for him to get off the phone before calling his name. She watches him with a small smile on her face, her life had made a complete one-eighty in the span of six months. She had gone from the most terrifying experience of her life, to the most exhilarating. She is moving in with man she loves, the father of her child, the one man who can make her truly laugh, the only man she can imagine spending her life with. As he hangs up she takes a deep breath and tells him that their time had run out, they could avoid telling the team no longer.
tbc....Heeeeeere Joey, Joey, Joey.heeeeeere boy..
Author: Stepf/CSIphile
Notes: More fun happy geeks.enjoy it while it lasts guys. This one is kinda short, so I'll try to have another up shortly.
Thanks: To Miss Din for her beta work and support. And of course to Miss Meg, who held my hand more times than I can count when I said (more than once) "Is it a little overboard to give a pregnant woman a stalker?" Apparently not, y'all seem to be enjoying, so please keep up the reviews!
The Thanksgiving holiday is spent in peace. They both are at work, but surprisingly they have received not one call that night, the criminals of Las Vegas deciding to celebrate with the rest of them. Neither of them minded working when Warrick, Nick and Catherine had all asked for the night off. Sara never really celebrated the holidays, and at least she gets to spend some time at work alone with him. Well past midnight Catherine arrives with a bag in her hands.
"Hey you guys! Turkey dinner coming right up." Cath flashes a smile at the pair who are sitting in the break room, looking over cold cases.
"Cath, you didn't have to," Grissom replies and watches as she places the food on the table, the smell making him realize how hungry he is.
"Yes, I did. I always have tonight off, it seemed like I should do something for those who must suffer in my place."
After Catherine makes some small talk, she leaves the two again with their case files. Sara watches the clock tick by; she is bored, cranky and getting really tired. Without something to occupy her mind, she is going stir crazy. Additionally, the baby seems bound and determined that night to make her set a record for bathroom visits. Sighing and stretching Sara looks around the near-empty labs, Grissom had retreated to his office a while back to look for something and now she wonders what is taking so long.
Standing and walking to his office, she pauses momentarily in the hall and looks back. Shivering slightly she realizes that this is the path she took in the dream so long ago, it seems so familiar, no people walking the halls, the fluorescent lighting casting a blue glow on the with tile flooring. The only thing missing is Joey and the squeaking of her shoes. Tentatively she reaches out for the door handle, rationally she knows he is fine, Harrington is locked up, but at the same time, there is fear in her stomach.
Pushing open the door with ease, she sees Grissom sitting in chair, his back to her, not moving. Swallowing hard she approaches the desk, a weird terror gripping her. Finally finding her voice she calls out to him.
"Grissom?" When he doesn't respond, Sara takes a deep breath and steps around the chair to face him. "Dammit Grissom!" she exclaims at him.
"What?" He looks up at her, confused.
"You scared me. I called your name, you didn't answer." Relief washes through her, looking in his clear blue eyes.
"Sorry, distracted," he says and shows her what he had been looking at. The sonogram.
She smiles at him and shakes her head at herself. She can't believe she let a dream from so long ago invade her thoughts even now. Indicating the picture she asks in a soft tone, "See something new? Or are you just trying to get a mental picture now?"
Looking back down at the black and white photo, he speaks without looking up. "It's a boy."
"Huh?" She looks down at the photo, she has looked at it endless times, but never noticed that. "How can you tell?"
"I can't, it's just a feeling."
At that she smirks, "A feeling huh? Since when do you base anything on feelings Dr. Grissom?"
"I don't usually, except this one time. I just...know Sara." He shrugs and puts the photo back in his briefcase. "Can't explain it."
One week later, he is watching her dress and notices a small bulge just under her belly button, not much, but enough to cause her some grief with buttoning up her jeans. Approaching her, he lays a hand on the offending bump, something that he can finally feel. Up to now, it hasn't been quite real to him, this is evidence though, proof of what the sonogram told them.
"We have to tell them soon," he says.
"Yeah, I know. Now I wish my pants weren't so umm...fitted. I'm going to need new clothes and I hate shopping. Oh god, Grissom, I am going to have to wear maternity clothes."
He looks at her stricken expression and laughs. She only shoots him an annoyed expression and finishes dressing.
Catching a glance at herself in the mirror, Sara sighs. 'A long shirt will only cover this for so long,' she thinks, and heads out the door.
Entering the locker room that night, Sara is relieved to find no one in the small room. Sighing, she opens number 30, pulls her lab coat out and puts her bag on the top shelf. She creases her brow upon noticing the bag won't go all the way in; it's caught on something behind it. Reaching her hand in, Sara finds the offending item with her fingers and tugs on it; in the process, however, she catches the sleeve of her shirt on the edge of the locker, tearing a nice sized hole in it at the elbow. Pulling her arm back she swears, and looks at the damage.
'Can't wear this now,' she decides and gets out the extra shirt she always has at work. Looking at the t-shirt, she realizes that it's one of her older ones, and barely hits the waistband of her hip huggers. If anyone really looked, it would be apparent what they are hiding. "Guess I'll be wearing my lab coat all night."
Stripping off the ruined garment, she is pulling the new shirt over her head when Catherine's voice cuts through the room.
"When were you going to tell us?" her voice is light, amused almost.
'Shit, sooner rather than later, now,' she thinks and finishes dressing, deciding to play dumb for the moment. "Excuse me?"
"Sara, come on. That shirt doesn't make it hard to figure out even if I hadn't seen it." Catherine opens her locker and pulls out a long sleeved red top. Sizing Sara up, she hands it over. "Here, this will cover better than what you have on. I assume you aren't telling anyone yet."
"No, and we were going to tell you guys soon. We needed to adjust to it first and I guess we just wanted to enjoy it for a while, without the questions and worrying, and without the higher up finding out. This kind of goes against the whole nothing at work policy Mobley laid down."
"Have you adjusted? Has Grissom?" The older woman sits down next to her.
"Yeah, we both have actually. Grissom is.he's actually happy about this. I almost can't believe it."
"You figured he wouldn't want anything to do with you or the baby. That he would turn away, pull back, as Grissom is want to do."
"Exactly. We never planned for this Catherine, not now, not ever. It was a shock needless to say. Still is honestly. But we saw it and heard a heartbeat and it was amazing, Catherine, incredible. I never thought I would be happy about something like this, but I am. It's weird."
"You've changed Sara, since you came here; you both have. Change isn't bad, it can be the best thing that ever happened to you. You've both grown, come out of your respective shells, and I think you helped each other with that. You've found your perfect mates, this is just an extension of that. Being a mother is both the most frustrating and the most rewarding experience, all at the same time, you'll see. You know why you're happy? Cause you're ready Sara, your life is where it needs to be." Catherine gets up and smiles at her. "When are you due?"
"May 27th."
"You better tell Nick, he'll be pissed I knew first." Catherine gives her a wink and leaves the room.
Sara stands and heads to Grissom's office; it's time to tell them all.
Standing in the doorway, she waits for him to get off the phone before calling his name. She watches him with a small smile on her face, her life had made a complete one-eighty in the span of six months. She had gone from the most terrifying experience of her life, to the most exhilarating. She is moving in with man she loves, the father of her child, the one man who can make her truly laugh, the only man she can imagine spending her life with. As he hangs up she takes a deep breath and tells him that their time had run out, they could avoid telling the team no longer.
tbc....Heeeeeere Joey, Joey, Joey.heeeeeere boy..