Title: When it All Comes Crashing Down
Author: Stepf/CSIphile
Notes: He's baaaaaaaaaaack. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Thanks: To Miss Din, who bravely goes where no man should ever, my bad grammar. She also makes some fabulous suggestions, only improving this fic of mine. Thank you readers, your long wait for everyone's favorite stalker is over. I appreciate the reviews, y'all rock.
Shifting in her sleep, Sara wakens the man next to her. Grissom slowly opens his eyes to Sara moving for the umpteenth time that hour.
'She must be having some kind of dream,' he thinks and rolls on his side to face her.
A piece of information he read, or had Catherine told him, comes to mind; it is normal for pregnant women to have odd dreams. Again, Sara moves, this time a strangled cry reaches his ears. Finally he decides to wake her; he can't stand to see her like this.
"Sara.." he whispers. No response from the sleeping woman.
"Sara." This time louder and he touches her arm. This time her eyes snap open to Grissom's eyes looking at her, her face covered in alarm. "Hey babe, you ok? Sara?"
"Fine, weird dreams." She shrugs him off and gets out of bed to use the bathroom.
"Sara." His tone indicates he can tell she isn't being entirely truthful.
"Really Gris.weird dream, that's all." She flashes him a smile and closes the bathroom door, she hadn't been lying exactly, it was a weird dream, what she failed to tell him is that Joey Harrington was in it.
He isn't sure what happening. One minute he is sitting in his room, reading quietly, the next they call his name and he is brought before a panel of doctors. The doctors talk quietly amongst themselves; he can't hear them. There is much flipping of papers and more talking. Finally one of the group, the one in the middle speaks to him. He can't understand what they are saying, the technical terms confuse him, but he hears one word only. "Released."
"Gil, are you sure this is a good idea?" she asks as she moves through the living room into the kitchen, admiring again the wood cabinets.
"Yes, Catherine, I do."
"But Sara."
"Sara is at work; if she knows it will ruin the surprise, Cath."
"I know that, Grissom." She turns to face the older man and sighs, "I just, I feel guilty."
"Why? We aren't doing anything wrong."
She shakes her head and walks to the window, admiring the view; it is beautiful here.
"You're house hunting with me instead of your.Sara. Who is carrying your child might I add." She pauses for a moment. "Never thought I would string those words together."
"Well, its really not much of a gift if she knows Catherine, and I just need your opinion on these last couple. I've seen many more than you have." He stands next to her at the window and also appreciates the view.
"I know, I know. It's a beautiful gift, Gris, I'm sure she will love it. But you really don't want her thoughts on this?"
"Cath, I know her better than I know myself, I have for a long time. We need a fresh start, you know?"
She lightly touches his arm. "Yeah, I know. I know."
Turning, she appraises the house once more; its beautiful. A rounded archway from the door leads into a large living room with a country style kitchen and formal dining room. At the back of the house are 3 spacious bedrooms and two baths. But the view is really what sells Catherine, there is an unobstructed view of the mountains and the sunset is gorgeous; plus it sits on nearly half an acre, huge by Vegas standards.
"This is it," she finally states.
"Yeah, I was hoping you would say that." He smiles at her. "Just in time, too. I've got two weeks until Christmas and that should give me enough time to close. Thank you Catherine."
"You're welcome." Catherine hugs her old friend and smiles, she couldn't be happier for him. "She'll love it."
The comfortable silence that permeates the car on the way to Catherine's house is shattered when she asks the question that has been on her mind for weeks.
"Are you planning on marrying her?" she asks suddenly.
"WHAT?" He looks at her briefly before turning back to the road.
"I asked if you're going to marry her, Gil. You're buying a house for her, you're having a baby, your whole world is changing. It seems like the next thing to do."
"Catherine, I really don't think this is your business."
"Gil, I don't care either way, it's your life. Nor do I think you should get married because of the baby. I was married first, then had the kid and it didn't last, whatever makes you two happy. I was just curious."
"We haven't discussed it," is all he says, lost in thought.
Drumming his fingers on the counter, he waits patiently for Sara to return home from the lab. He had dropped off Catherine and come right home; he knew she would be working some overtime this morning, since the dayshift needed her physics knowledge for something. It had given him the perfect opportunity to take Catherine with him to look at the houses to which he had narrowed down his search.
Grissom had been fortunate enough to find a real estate agent capable of putting together a variety of houses in a short span of time. It had been under two weeks from when he thought of buying a house, to finally picking the house that morning. It had been hard to keep from her, very hard. He kept most of the information in his briefcase, or his desk, two places she never went. He is debating what Catherine asked in the car, when the door opening shakes him from thought.
"Hey Gris," she calls brightly. After dropping her coat and keys at the door, she kisses him.
"Hey, how was the OT?" He watches as she grabs fruit out of the refrigerator.
"Easy, mostly involved sitting and figuring out angles for them. Multiple homicide and they couldn't figure it out." She pops a grape in her mouth and chews quickly. "I don't know how they solve anything with Ecklie in charge, that guy is a moron."
She finally looks at him, and the odd expression on his face. "Gris? You ok?"
"Yeah, fine. Sara..I know we haven't discussed this, but I think we should."
"What?" She puts the snack back and leans against the counter, giving him her full attention.
"I'm not saying I want to...or I don't, I want to know what your thoughts are."
She raises an eyebrow and he continues. "Marriage," he finally spits out.
"Oh, I see, marriage. Do you want to?"
"I.I want to make you happy, Sara. If that will, then I would. But I don't see how it will make a difference in the way we live our lives."
Smiling, she touches his cheek. "I don't need a piece of paper from the State of Nevada telling me what I already know; that I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't need it, and I don't think we need it because of the baby; he will have your name anyway. I know we are in this together; I like our life."
"I like our life too." He smiles at her and pulls her in for a fierce kiss. She responds in kind and starts to giggle as he walks her backward into the bedroom, raining light kisses on her neck as they go.
As they cross the threshold she laughs lightly and whispers in his ear. "Besides.Sara Grissom? That's an awful sounding name."
He smirks at her and shakes his head, but he as to admit, it does sound weird. "Stop talking," he whispers back and gets a nod in response.
The hospital gave him a few hundred dollars, the name of a psychiatrist he is to contact, and the address of a local boarding house he could stay at until he was up on his feet. Joey isn't sure how such good fortune came upon him; he should have been locked in that dreary place for another 3 years at least. Not dwelling on it, he approaches the door of the halfway house and knocks, the beginning of his new adventure. After he settles in here, he knows what is next and the thought brings him more joy than he thought possible; Sara. She has been in his thoughts and dreams since being locked up He holds no grudge against her; it was everyone else who made her do it, who made her turn against him, to hide her love for him. But now they can be together; nothing is stopping them.
He presses his hand against her naked belly, hoping for some movement. Sara smiles at the top of his head which is resting on her shoulder. At some point he had gotten up and turned on Mozart, mumbling something about increasing intelligence before returning to bed and placing himself in the position he is in now.
"Grissom.I think he's sleeping."
"Sara.shhhh. I'm trying to talk to him." True to his word, Grissom starts talking to the baby, in low tones so Sara can't hear. She watches amused as he lightly rubs circles in her skin, and talks. Just as she is about to tell him the baby can't hear him, a hard kick is directed at Grissom's hand. Grissom looks up at her surprised and she just shrugs, surprised herself. He resumes making figures on her skin, a feeling she is enjoying immensely, and talking.
"He likes your voice," she says quietly. Since the kick, the baby has been moving quite a bit, slowing when Grissom pauses or slows. "What are you boys discussing?"
"His beautiful mother."
She smirks at him before a wide smile takes over her face. "Uh huh. I think you are planning some kind of coup now, since I'm the only female here."
"You know I could be wrong; it could be a girl."
"You're not wrong. I'm sure of it."
He brings his head up to hers and lays it on the pillow facing her. "When do we find out?"
"My appointment is on the 3rd after New Years. You sure you want to know?"
"Positive. Catherine invited us for Christmas dinner, do you want to go?"
Sara considers it before answering. "No, I'd rather spend it alone with you."
"Okay, whatever you want."
"Ohhhh, whatever I want huh? In that case I want a home in the country with a four by four and the white picket fence. And maybe a big dog."
"White picket fence?"
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"
"Not at all." He leans in and kisses her lightly as she runs her long fingers across his back and winks at him.
tbc...... with more Joey of course.
Author: Stepf/CSIphile
Notes: He's baaaaaaaaaaack. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Thanks: To Miss Din, who bravely goes where no man should ever, my bad grammar. She also makes some fabulous suggestions, only improving this fic of mine. Thank you readers, your long wait for everyone's favorite stalker is over. I appreciate the reviews, y'all rock.
Shifting in her sleep, Sara wakens the man next to her. Grissom slowly opens his eyes to Sara moving for the umpteenth time that hour.
'She must be having some kind of dream,' he thinks and rolls on his side to face her.
A piece of information he read, or had Catherine told him, comes to mind; it is normal for pregnant women to have odd dreams. Again, Sara moves, this time a strangled cry reaches his ears. Finally he decides to wake her; he can't stand to see her like this.
"Sara.." he whispers. No response from the sleeping woman.
"Sara." This time louder and he touches her arm. This time her eyes snap open to Grissom's eyes looking at her, her face covered in alarm. "Hey babe, you ok? Sara?"
"Fine, weird dreams." She shrugs him off and gets out of bed to use the bathroom.
"Sara." His tone indicates he can tell she isn't being entirely truthful.
"Really Gris.weird dream, that's all." She flashes him a smile and closes the bathroom door, she hadn't been lying exactly, it was a weird dream, what she failed to tell him is that Joey Harrington was in it.
He isn't sure what happening. One minute he is sitting in his room, reading quietly, the next they call his name and he is brought before a panel of doctors. The doctors talk quietly amongst themselves; he can't hear them. There is much flipping of papers and more talking. Finally one of the group, the one in the middle speaks to him. He can't understand what they are saying, the technical terms confuse him, but he hears one word only. "Released."
"Gil, are you sure this is a good idea?" she asks as she moves through the living room into the kitchen, admiring again the wood cabinets.
"Yes, Catherine, I do."
"But Sara."
"Sara is at work; if she knows it will ruin the surprise, Cath."
"I know that, Grissom." She turns to face the older man and sighs, "I just, I feel guilty."
"Why? We aren't doing anything wrong."
She shakes her head and walks to the window, admiring the view; it is beautiful here.
"You're house hunting with me instead of your.Sara. Who is carrying your child might I add." She pauses for a moment. "Never thought I would string those words together."
"Well, its really not much of a gift if she knows Catherine, and I just need your opinion on these last couple. I've seen many more than you have." He stands next to her at the window and also appreciates the view.
"I know, I know. It's a beautiful gift, Gris, I'm sure she will love it. But you really don't want her thoughts on this?"
"Cath, I know her better than I know myself, I have for a long time. We need a fresh start, you know?"
She lightly touches his arm. "Yeah, I know. I know."
Turning, she appraises the house once more; its beautiful. A rounded archway from the door leads into a large living room with a country style kitchen and formal dining room. At the back of the house are 3 spacious bedrooms and two baths. But the view is really what sells Catherine, there is an unobstructed view of the mountains and the sunset is gorgeous; plus it sits on nearly half an acre, huge by Vegas standards.
"This is it," she finally states.
"Yeah, I was hoping you would say that." He smiles at her. "Just in time, too. I've got two weeks until Christmas and that should give me enough time to close. Thank you Catherine."
"You're welcome." Catherine hugs her old friend and smiles, she couldn't be happier for him. "She'll love it."
The comfortable silence that permeates the car on the way to Catherine's house is shattered when she asks the question that has been on her mind for weeks.
"Are you planning on marrying her?" she asks suddenly.
"WHAT?" He looks at her briefly before turning back to the road.
"I asked if you're going to marry her, Gil. You're buying a house for her, you're having a baby, your whole world is changing. It seems like the next thing to do."
"Catherine, I really don't think this is your business."
"Gil, I don't care either way, it's your life. Nor do I think you should get married because of the baby. I was married first, then had the kid and it didn't last, whatever makes you two happy. I was just curious."
"We haven't discussed it," is all he says, lost in thought.
Drumming his fingers on the counter, he waits patiently for Sara to return home from the lab. He had dropped off Catherine and come right home; he knew she would be working some overtime this morning, since the dayshift needed her physics knowledge for something. It had given him the perfect opportunity to take Catherine with him to look at the houses to which he had narrowed down his search.
Grissom had been fortunate enough to find a real estate agent capable of putting together a variety of houses in a short span of time. It had been under two weeks from when he thought of buying a house, to finally picking the house that morning. It had been hard to keep from her, very hard. He kept most of the information in his briefcase, or his desk, two places she never went. He is debating what Catherine asked in the car, when the door opening shakes him from thought.
"Hey Gris," she calls brightly. After dropping her coat and keys at the door, she kisses him.
"Hey, how was the OT?" He watches as she grabs fruit out of the refrigerator.
"Easy, mostly involved sitting and figuring out angles for them. Multiple homicide and they couldn't figure it out." She pops a grape in her mouth and chews quickly. "I don't know how they solve anything with Ecklie in charge, that guy is a moron."
She finally looks at him, and the odd expression on his face. "Gris? You ok?"
"Yeah, fine. Sara..I know we haven't discussed this, but I think we should."
"What?" She puts the snack back and leans against the counter, giving him her full attention.
"I'm not saying I want to...or I don't, I want to know what your thoughts are."
She raises an eyebrow and he continues. "Marriage," he finally spits out.
"Oh, I see, marriage. Do you want to?"
"I.I want to make you happy, Sara. If that will, then I would. But I don't see how it will make a difference in the way we live our lives."
Smiling, she touches his cheek. "I don't need a piece of paper from the State of Nevada telling me what I already know; that I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't need it, and I don't think we need it because of the baby; he will have your name anyway. I know we are in this together; I like our life."
"I like our life too." He smiles at her and pulls her in for a fierce kiss. She responds in kind and starts to giggle as he walks her backward into the bedroom, raining light kisses on her neck as they go.
As they cross the threshold she laughs lightly and whispers in his ear. "Besides.Sara Grissom? That's an awful sounding name."
He smirks at her and shakes his head, but he as to admit, it does sound weird. "Stop talking," he whispers back and gets a nod in response.
The hospital gave him a few hundred dollars, the name of a psychiatrist he is to contact, and the address of a local boarding house he could stay at until he was up on his feet. Joey isn't sure how such good fortune came upon him; he should have been locked in that dreary place for another 3 years at least. Not dwelling on it, he approaches the door of the halfway house and knocks, the beginning of his new adventure. After he settles in here, he knows what is next and the thought brings him more joy than he thought possible; Sara. She has been in his thoughts and dreams since being locked up He holds no grudge against her; it was everyone else who made her do it, who made her turn against him, to hide her love for him. But now they can be together; nothing is stopping them.
He presses his hand against her naked belly, hoping for some movement. Sara smiles at the top of his head which is resting on her shoulder. At some point he had gotten up and turned on Mozart, mumbling something about increasing intelligence before returning to bed and placing himself in the position he is in now.
"Grissom.I think he's sleeping."
"Sara.shhhh. I'm trying to talk to him." True to his word, Grissom starts talking to the baby, in low tones so Sara can't hear. She watches amused as he lightly rubs circles in her skin, and talks. Just as she is about to tell him the baby can't hear him, a hard kick is directed at Grissom's hand. Grissom looks up at her surprised and she just shrugs, surprised herself. He resumes making figures on her skin, a feeling she is enjoying immensely, and talking.
"He likes your voice," she says quietly. Since the kick, the baby has been moving quite a bit, slowing when Grissom pauses or slows. "What are you boys discussing?"
"His beautiful mother."
She smirks at him before a wide smile takes over her face. "Uh huh. I think you are planning some kind of coup now, since I'm the only female here."
"You know I could be wrong; it could be a girl."
"You're not wrong. I'm sure of it."
He brings his head up to hers and lays it on the pillow facing her. "When do we find out?"
"My appointment is on the 3rd after New Years. You sure you want to know?"
"Positive. Catherine invited us for Christmas dinner, do you want to go?"
Sara considers it before answering. "No, I'd rather spend it alone with you."
"Okay, whatever you want."
"Ohhhh, whatever I want huh? In that case I want a home in the country with a four by four and the white picket fence. And maybe a big dog."
"White picket fence?"
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"
"Not at all." He leans in and kisses her lightly as she runs her long fingers across his back and winks at him.
tbc...... with more Joey of course.