Title: Abigail
Author: Megan
Disclaimer: I don't own them. But I would take Nick, Warrick, or Greg any day.
Rating: PG
Summary: When Sara needs Grissom; will he be there for her?
Author's Notes: I wrote this fic way back in May, and
I'm just now deciding to post it. I am and will be forever a N/S fan. So don't
get used to the G/S fics. I wrote this for a friend,
and that was it. I have not changed it since May, and because of the fact that
it was my very first fic, it may suck a bit. Sorry. I
warned you.
Gil Grissom sat in his office finishing up a case when he heard footsteps
coming towards his door. He didn't look up as he expected there to be knock,
but there was none. After a minute or so he stood. He was hoping for Sara to be
the one on the other side of the door. But when he opened it there was no one.
"Ok, am I hearing things now?" he asked himself out loud. Grissom had
surgery over a year ago to repair damage to his inner ear, and it had been
successful. He was extremely happy with life right now. He was just so alone...
Ever since Sara had left unexpectedly right after his surgery. She never even
told anyone what happened. Well, he was sure that she had told Catherine. They
had gotten really close, it seemed, the past two years. And then Sara just up
and left. No good-bye... Nothing. Grissom was positive that Catherine knew
something, though.
Grissom retreated back to his desk where his files lay waiting to be organized
so he could go home. He sat down and took off his glasses. "Why?" He
said to himself.
"Why what?" The voice scared the shit out of him. He nearly jumped
out of his chair.
"Jesus Christ, Cath, what the hell are you trying to do to me?" He
asked trying to catch his breath.
Catherine walked into his office and closed the door behind her. She stood
there with her back to Grissom thinking about what she had to do. Sara told her
that she needed her to talk to Grissom. But she didn't know how exactly she was
going to do it. "Catherine?" The sound of his voice made her jump.
"Yeah?" She asked
Grissom looked at her, puzzled. "Did you want something?"
Catherine walked over to one of the chairs sitting opposite her friend and took
a seat. She looked at him, and then down at the envelope in her hands. She
started to shake a little as she felt tears starting to form. She wiped her
face, and handed Grissom the envelope. Then she got up quickly and left.
"Cath....?" He started to call to her, but realized there was nothing
he could do to bring her back. She was already down the hall. He picked up the
envelope and hesitated opening it. On the outside it read "Grissom".
That was it. He turned it over in his hands a couple of times wondering what it
could possibly be. It was heavier than a regular letter. It felt like there
were pictures of some kind inside. He was scared to open the letter now.
Grissom opened his top drawer and placed the envelope in it. After starring at
it for a little over a minute, he closed the drawer and went back to his files.
He needed to get everything organized if he wanted to close this case. But now
he was having trouble doing much in the lines on concentration.
Soon enough he found that he was all done, had turned everything in, and was
back in his office. He sat in his char contemplating the envelope that lay in
his desk drawer.
Slowly he opened the drawer, and pulled out the envelope. "Why am I
nervous? Well, maybe it because of the way Catherine was acting. That woman
never cries." He conversed with himself. "Oh my god, this is
ridiculous!" He exclaimed opening the seal.
Inside were indeed pictures, and a letter. It wasn't even a letter, just a note
really. The pictures were of a baby girl. She was so beautiful. In another
picture he saw a familiar face. It was Sara. She was grinning from ear to ear
holding the tiny child in her arms. But her eyes... Her beautiful brown eyes
told a different story. He could read her like a book, and inside she was
hurting so bad. But he didn't know why.
Then he got to the note. It read:
Grissom,
If you're reading this right now, it means that I need your help. I would like
you to meet Abigail Lynn Sidle. She is my daughter. I found out I was pregnant
with her the day you came back to work. She is the reason I left, not you.
There's no way I could handle raising this child on my own and continuing my
job as a CSI. So I moved in with Catherine and Lindsey. It has taken everything
she has to not say anything to you guys. She's been the best friend I could
ever ask for.
Abigail is gone, Gil. She was killed in a car accident when she was only2
months old. Her father was babysitting her while I was sick with Mono. He was
on his way to drop her back off here because I was getting better.... I
couldn't wait to see my baby again. If you're reading this, it means I need
you. I don't know how to live anymore and I told Catherine to give this to you
when she saw fit. So... I guess she saw fit.
Sincerely,
Sara Sidle
Grissom read the note over and over again, paying close attention to Sara's
handwriting, paying attention to every curve of every letter. His cheeks were
wet from tears. Why hadn't she come to him sooner? Why hadn't she told him she
was pregnant in the first place? Who was Abigail's father? Why hadn't Catherine
come to him sooner? So many questions and so little information to go on.
Grissom stood up quickly and rushed out of his office, note and photos in hand.
He needed to find Catherine. He needed to get to Sara.
~~~
Sara was walking over to the couch when the phone rang. She barely even
flinched when she heard it, and contemplated not answering it at all. It had
been just over a month since she lost her baby, and every time she hears the
phone ring, she flashes back to the day that she got the phone call ending her
life as she once knew it.
"Hello?" She said softly into the receiver.
She heard sniffling on the other end of the phone. "Sara.... It's
Catherine. I gave Grissom the letter. I couldn't wait anymore. I... Wait here
he comes. I have to go. Bye."
Sara held the phone to her ear for a couple more minutes.
"Who was that?" Lindsey asked walking in the door.
The voice didn't register with Sara. Then she felt a hand on her arm.
"Sara?" Lindsey asked. "Are you ok?"
Sara looked into the 11 year old's eyes.
"Sorry," she said simply, hanging up the phone. "It was your
mother.... just calling to see if you were home from school yet," Sara
lied.
"Sara... It's Saturday. I don't have school on Saturdays." Lindsey
said confused.
Sara sat down. "She told Grissom about Abigail."
Lindsey sat down next to her and held her hand. "Sara, that's a good thing.
You need him."
Sara wiped a tear from her cheek. "I know," she whispered.
~~~
TBC
You can tell me what you think and give me suggestions if you want, but the story is already written, so don't expect much.