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Here is the second chapter for today, as promised! Thank you again!
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While wandering the streets, he sees what he has been looking for,, a car, something to simply get around in. He doesn't need fancy, besides he only has $500 to spend on it. It has been a week since he sent the flowers, two days since he sent the letter; she should have received it by now. The thought of her thinking about him, wondering what he is doing gives him a high. He feels buoyed by the idea that right now Sara's thoughts are on him, on what he could be doing, if he is thinking about her. It makes him feel powerful, in control, like he was before she sent him to that hellhole.
He didn't belong there, the ward was for crazy people; he isn't crazy, he's in love. They didn't understand that there; they thought he was crazy like the rest. He spoke to his mandated psychologist every week, but never felt like explaining his actions; he saw no need. Some people don't understand the concept of the kind of a love that takes over your life, that consumes your every thought, your every decision. Everything he has done has been for her. Everything.
Catherine slowly approaches Grissom's open office door. She can see the older man with his head in his hands, thinking. Catherine pauses without making a sound, taking a moment to digest what she sees in her friend. He's scared, terrified is a better word, about Sara. Before Harrington made an appearance Catherine could count on one hand how many times she had seen Grissom like this.. One such occasion was the Strip Strangler case, when Sara had offered herself as bait. He had been furious with her, but under that Catherine had seen the fear, fear that something would happen to the woman he loved, even if he hadn't admitted the feelings then. This is different, the stakes are much higher now; they are in a relationship and Sara is carrying his son. Just the thought makes Catherine cringe and she has to hold back tears; honestly the stakes can't get any higher than they are
Swallowing, she knocks on the door and enters at Grissom's nod. He hasn't looked at her yet.
"Gil, the prints are a match, Harrington," she says softly and sits down. In an instant his look of fear is replaced by anger. She jumps when Grissom slams one hand down on his desk, shaking several jars.
"We expected this Gil.."
"I know Cath, but that doesn't make me any less angry. Someone's error, some moron's error put him out on the street and now we can't even find him. You checked the postage, trace didn't find anything unusual?"
"No, it was mailed from the strip, not really helpful. For crazy, he's pretty good at evading the cops."
"They all are, Cath. He knows if he gets caught, he'll never see her again. He's psychotic not dumb." Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose.
Catherine is about to speak when his quiet voice stops her.
"What if he gets her Cath? She can't fight back like she could before." She can hear his voice trembling.
"Grissom, last time she was also fresh out of the hospital and in pain. Sara is a tough girl, and I think you would be surprised what mothers will do, how much pain they can inflict when protecting their children. It won't come to that."
"She was protected last time and armed and it did no good. None. I can't handle losing her Catherine, her or the baby. That letter was threatening; I don't think it's about possessing her anymore, I think it's about making sure no one else can. What if." He swallows hard and Catherine can see red rimming his eyes. "What if he finally kills her?"
Catherine quickly gets up and walks around the desk, pulling Grissom into a hug, letting him cry on her shoulder. She seems to be the person to cry on today and has no problem with it. Gil needs to get out his fear, let someone else take the burden for a moment, and this is something he could never say to Sara. After several minutes he pulls away and puts back on the Grissom stone face that everyone is accustomed to.
Touching his shoulder, Catherine finally speaks with authority.
"We won't let that happen."
He looks at her and for one moment appears believes her; this team would do anything to protect its youngest member. But is it enough to want to do it he wonders aloud.
Sara walks to DNA, hoping to find Greg, maybe continue their lesson from earlier. After Catherine had confirmed the prints, Sara asked her to tell Grissom so she could walk and clear her head. And so she had, making a circle of the labs and the PD, going outside into the chilly Vegas air only once, knowing if Grissom found out she went outside alone he would be angry. She rationalized that she was surround by cops; Joey wouldn't be so stupid. So now she finishes her loop, ending in the DNA lab, finding no one. Sighing, she sits at Greg's stool and idly stares at the machines, her thoughts wandering. The entire walk she had been fighting the Sara that reared its ugly head the last time Joey appeared, the Sara that sunk into a deep depression and ever so briefly considered killing herself. Pursing her lips, she carefully runs a hand along her belly. If she had gone through with it, this baby would never have been. Grissom would never know the joys of fatherhood. She wouldn't know the joys of internal bruising at the hands of her son. 'Her son' she thinks and smiles before a frown replaces it, nothing can happen to him, nothing. The potential of any harm coming to her unborn child almost brings her to tears, and she feels that familiar pull on her consciousness again.
Driving home that morning, Grissom covertly looks at Sara, whose eyes are focused on the sun, quickly rising over the desert. He can't tell what she is thinking, and he doesn't like it. Deciding to take Catherine's advice, he breaks the comfortable silence; he needs to get her mind on other things.
"Nathaniel."
Sara slowly turns her head to him with a confused expression. "Excuse me?"
Nodding at her lower body he continues. "We are down to four months to go. Better start debating names now, might take that long." He winks at her and she laughs at his reference to her earlier comment about picking a name.
"Ok, but you've been sitting there for 15 minutes and that's the best you can come up with?"
"Ok, ok. Albert."
"Oh no. Let's lay some ground rules." As he pulls the car to a stop in the driveway she gets out and waves at the car following them. "No scientists and no literature names, I don't want the poor thing scarred from day one."
"You really are narrowing the field here Sara." She merely shakes her head and raises one eyebrow as he opens the front door. "Ok smart ass, you have any ideas?"
"Mmmmm, not yet. Maybe we should wait until he's born, we might pick something and then he won't look like whatever we chose."
"That's not very prepared of you." They move into the house and he wraps his long arms around her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.
"Yeah well, sometimes you can't prepare for everything," she practically whispers, he can tell is breath on her neck is distracting.
"Mmmm, that's not very Sara Sidle," he whispers back and starts trailing light kisses on her collarbone and neck, working up to her jaw.
"No, no its not." She closes her eyes and enjoys the sensation of his soft lips on her jaw, working back to her ear where he lightly tugs on the lobe. That is her undoing and she spins in his grasp, her hands behind his neck, playing with the fine hairs. Leaning in, she kisses him fiercely, forcing his lips open with her tongue. He pulls her into him as tight as the baby will allow and returns the kiss, running his hands through her dark hair. After several moments she pulls back and smiling pulls him into their bedroom, forgetting everything except this moment and what she feels now, love.
Sara wakes several hours later in the same position she fell asleep in, curled to one side facing Grissom, her head now on a pillow. She had recently made the mistake of sleeping almost the entire night on her back, her preferred position, and had been terrified when she woke up and couldn't feel her feet. After a call to the doctor and subsequently feeling stupid, Sara had found out the hard way that sleeping on your back pushes the baby into the spinal cord and veins, causing numbness similar to when you cut off circulation to the arm. Since then, she makes sure to fall asleep on her side. Opening her eyes against the waning sun coming in through the slats in the blinds, she finds Grissom already awake and again talking to the baby.
"Hey, morning," she says sleepily and smiles.
"Hey, morning. How're you doing?"
"Fine, though I am seriously beginning to wonder if I should be concerned about being overthrown."
"What? Oh, we were discussing names, figured I would consult him." Grissom brings his head up to her and gives her a deep kiss.
"Mmmm, that's nice of you. Any conclusions?"
"We'll get back to you."
She raises an eyebrow and curls closer into him, wrapping one arm across his chest. Grissom watches her eyes blink to open and runs a hand down her arm, linking his fingers with hers. "Sara. We didn't talk much yesterday. Are you.ok?"
"Yeah, actually I am. I mean, yes I'm scared and terrified and on edge. But at the same time, I'm determined not to let happen what happened last time. I can't, I have more than myself to think of. Joey Harrington is out there, I understand with that is some change and new concerns. But I refuse to let this affect me like last time. I can give up a bit of control now and not feel like my world is spinning on its axis. You know?"
Even as she says the words, Sara isn't sure she believes them. She wants to; somehow she thinks if she says it enough she will convince herself. She smiles at Grissom, Sara can't allow him to know she is doubting herself, because that's all they are, doubts. No need to worry him.
She watches as he looks at her carefully, for signs of deception, she suspects. "I am here for you, you know that right? You can talk to me."
"Yeah, I know." She did; she knows he would do anything for her. But at the same time she can't burden him yet, he has enough stress trying to track down Harrington. Sara believes she can convince herself everything is fine.
"Good." Leaning in, he kisses her again, her naked body pressed into him turning him on more than Grissom thought possible, and her being pregnant does nothing to dissuade him. In his biased opinion, Sara is the most beautiful pregnant woman he has ever seen, and he promptly tells her that.
"Thanks Grissom, and remember that in 3 months when I'm complaining about being fat and uncomfortable and don't want anything to do with you." She giggles as he runs his fingertips along her sides.
"I will, and my opinion of your beauty will never change, never." With that he kisses her hard again and she returns the favor, her free hand running down his chest, pushing on the boxers he is wearing.
"Love you Sara."
"Love you too, Gris."
~Of course its not over.where's the fun in that?
Here is the second chapter for today, as promised! Thank you again!
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While wandering the streets, he sees what he has been looking for,, a car, something to simply get around in. He doesn't need fancy, besides he only has $500 to spend on it. It has been a week since he sent the flowers, two days since he sent the letter; she should have received it by now. The thought of her thinking about him, wondering what he is doing gives him a high. He feels buoyed by the idea that right now Sara's thoughts are on him, on what he could be doing, if he is thinking about her. It makes him feel powerful, in control, like he was before she sent him to that hellhole.
He didn't belong there, the ward was for crazy people; he isn't crazy, he's in love. They didn't understand that there; they thought he was crazy like the rest. He spoke to his mandated psychologist every week, but never felt like explaining his actions; he saw no need. Some people don't understand the concept of the kind of a love that takes over your life, that consumes your every thought, your every decision. Everything he has done has been for her. Everything.
Catherine slowly approaches Grissom's open office door. She can see the older man with his head in his hands, thinking. Catherine pauses without making a sound, taking a moment to digest what she sees in her friend. He's scared, terrified is a better word, about Sara. Before Harrington made an appearance Catherine could count on one hand how many times she had seen Grissom like this.. One such occasion was the Strip Strangler case, when Sara had offered herself as bait. He had been furious with her, but under that Catherine had seen the fear, fear that something would happen to the woman he loved, even if he hadn't admitted the feelings then. This is different, the stakes are much higher now; they are in a relationship and Sara is carrying his son. Just the thought makes Catherine cringe and she has to hold back tears; honestly the stakes can't get any higher than they are
Swallowing, she knocks on the door and enters at Grissom's nod. He hasn't looked at her yet.
"Gil, the prints are a match, Harrington," she says softly and sits down. In an instant his look of fear is replaced by anger. She jumps when Grissom slams one hand down on his desk, shaking several jars.
"We expected this Gil.."
"I know Cath, but that doesn't make me any less angry. Someone's error, some moron's error put him out on the street and now we can't even find him. You checked the postage, trace didn't find anything unusual?"
"No, it was mailed from the strip, not really helpful. For crazy, he's pretty good at evading the cops."
"They all are, Cath. He knows if he gets caught, he'll never see her again. He's psychotic not dumb." Sighing, he pinches the bridge of his nose.
Catherine is about to speak when his quiet voice stops her.
"What if he gets her Cath? She can't fight back like she could before." She can hear his voice trembling.
"Grissom, last time she was also fresh out of the hospital and in pain. Sara is a tough girl, and I think you would be surprised what mothers will do, how much pain they can inflict when protecting their children. It won't come to that."
"She was protected last time and armed and it did no good. None. I can't handle losing her Catherine, her or the baby. That letter was threatening; I don't think it's about possessing her anymore, I think it's about making sure no one else can. What if." He swallows hard and Catherine can see red rimming his eyes. "What if he finally kills her?"
Catherine quickly gets up and walks around the desk, pulling Grissom into a hug, letting him cry on her shoulder. She seems to be the person to cry on today and has no problem with it. Gil needs to get out his fear, let someone else take the burden for a moment, and this is something he could never say to Sara. After several minutes he pulls away and puts back on the Grissom stone face that everyone is accustomed to.
Touching his shoulder, Catherine finally speaks with authority.
"We won't let that happen."
He looks at her and for one moment appears believes her; this team would do anything to protect its youngest member. But is it enough to want to do it he wonders aloud.
Sara walks to DNA, hoping to find Greg, maybe continue their lesson from earlier. After Catherine had confirmed the prints, Sara asked her to tell Grissom so she could walk and clear her head. And so she had, making a circle of the labs and the PD, going outside into the chilly Vegas air only once, knowing if Grissom found out she went outside alone he would be angry. She rationalized that she was surround by cops; Joey wouldn't be so stupid. So now she finishes her loop, ending in the DNA lab, finding no one. Sighing, she sits at Greg's stool and idly stares at the machines, her thoughts wandering. The entire walk she had been fighting the Sara that reared its ugly head the last time Joey appeared, the Sara that sunk into a deep depression and ever so briefly considered killing herself. Pursing her lips, she carefully runs a hand along her belly. If she had gone through with it, this baby would never have been. Grissom would never know the joys of fatherhood. She wouldn't know the joys of internal bruising at the hands of her son. 'Her son' she thinks and smiles before a frown replaces it, nothing can happen to him, nothing. The potential of any harm coming to her unborn child almost brings her to tears, and she feels that familiar pull on her consciousness again.
Driving home that morning, Grissom covertly looks at Sara, whose eyes are focused on the sun, quickly rising over the desert. He can't tell what she is thinking, and he doesn't like it. Deciding to take Catherine's advice, he breaks the comfortable silence; he needs to get her mind on other things.
"Nathaniel."
Sara slowly turns her head to him with a confused expression. "Excuse me?"
Nodding at her lower body he continues. "We are down to four months to go. Better start debating names now, might take that long." He winks at her and she laughs at his reference to her earlier comment about picking a name.
"Ok, but you've been sitting there for 15 minutes and that's the best you can come up with?"
"Ok, ok. Albert."
"Oh no. Let's lay some ground rules." As he pulls the car to a stop in the driveway she gets out and waves at the car following them. "No scientists and no literature names, I don't want the poor thing scarred from day one."
"You really are narrowing the field here Sara." She merely shakes her head and raises one eyebrow as he opens the front door. "Ok smart ass, you have any ideas?"
"Mmmmm, not yet. Maybe we should wait until he's born, we might pick something and then he won't look like whatever we chose."
"That's not very prepared of you." They move into the house and he wraps his long arms around her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.
"Yeah well, sometimes you can't prepare for everything," she practically whispers, he can tell is breath on her neck is distracting.
"Mmmm, that's not very Sara Sidle," he whispers back and starts trailing light kisses on her collarbone and neck, working up to her jaw.
"No, no its not." She closes her eyes and enjoys the sensation of his soft lips on her jaw, working back to her ear where he lightly tugs on the lobe. That is her undoing and she spins in his grasp, her hands behind his neck, playing with the fine hairs. Leaning in, she kisses him fiercely, forcing his lips open with her tongue. He pulls her into him as tight as the baby will allow and returns the kiss, running his hands through her dark hair. After several moments she pulls back and smiling pulls him into their bedroom, forgetting everything except this moment and what she feels now, love.
Sara wakes several hours later in the same position she fell asleep in, curled to one side facing Grissom, her head now on a pillow. She had recently made the mistake of sleeping almost the entire night on her back, her preferred position, and had been terrified when she woke up and couldn't feel her feet. After a call to the doctor and subsequently feeling stupid, Sara had found out the hard way that sleeping on your back pushes the baby into the spinal cord and veins, causing numbness similar to when you cut off circulation to the arm. Since then, she makes sure to fall asleep on her side. Opening her eyes against the waning sun coming in through the slats in the blinds, she finds Grissom already awake and again talking to the baby.
"Hey, morning," she says sleepily and smiles.
"Hey, morning. How're you doing?"
"Fine, though I am seriously beginning to wonder if I should be concerned about being overthrown."
"What? Oh, we were discussing names, figured I would consult him." Grissom brings his head up to her and gives her a deep kiss.
"Mmmm, that's nice of you. Any conclusions?"
"We'll get back to you."
She raises an eyebrow and curls closer into him, wrapping one arm across his chest. Grissom watches her eyes blink to open and runs a hand down her arm, linking his fingers with hers. "Sara. We didn't talk much yesterday. Are you.ok?"
"Yeah, actually I am. I mean, yes I'm scared and terrified and on edge. But at the same time, I'm determined not to let happen what happened last time. I can't, I have more than myself to think of. Joey Harrington is out there, I understand with that is some change and new concerns. But I refuse to let this affect me like last time. I can give up a bit of control now and not feel like my world is spinning on its axis. You know?"
Even as she says the words, Sara isn't sure she believes them. She wants to; somehow she thinks if she says it enough she will convince herself. She smiles at Grissom, Sara can't allow him to know she is doubting herself, because that's all they are, doubts. No need to worry him.
She watches as he looks at her carefully, for signs of deception, she suspects. "I am here for you, you know that right? You can talk to me."
"Yeah, I know." She did; she knows he would do anything for her. But at the same time she can't burden him yet, he has enough stress trying to track down Harrington. Sara believes she can convince herself everything is fine.
"Good." Leaning in, he kisses her again, her naked body pressed into him turning him on more than Grissom thought possible, and her being pregnant does nothing to dissuade him. In his biased opinion, Sara is the most beautiful pregnant woman he has ever seen, and he promptly tells her that.
"Thanks Grissom, and remember that in 3 months when I'm complaining about being fat and uncomfortable and don't want anything to do with you." She giggles as he runs his fingertips along her sides.
"I will, and my opinion of your beauty will never change, never." With that he kisses her hard again and she returns the favor, her free hand running down his chest, pushing on the boxers he is wearing.
"Love you Sara."
"Love you too, Gris."
~Of course its not over.where's the fun in that?