****Chapter 7/?****
Past - Late 2002 - Fun and Games
Catherine watched as Grissom walked down the corridor and straight past Sara without a glance in her direction. Watching Sara do the same, she pushed herself up from the couch in the break room and followed Grissom. As he entered his office, Catherine walked in and shut the door.
Grissom looked up. "Something I can help you with Catherine?" He asked looking back down at his paperwork.
"Actually yes." She stated, sitting down in the visitors chair. "I was wonder if you could tell me about what's going on with you and Sara?"
Grissom didn't answer for a long time, he just sighed and continued to sign forms.
"At least tell me you've spoken to her since the beginning of shift?" She asked exasperated.
"Yes I have. I spoke to her at assignments and in DNA." He answered looking at her over the top of his glasses.
Catherine glared at him. "You know exactly what I mean Gil? What's wrong between you and your wife?"
Grissom dropped his pen on the table and shot daggers at the blonde woman. "Are you always this nosy Catherine or is it just my life you want to know about?"
Smirking at his attitude, she shook her head. "Nope, but I'm interested that you can loose your coolness with one innocent question."
He stared at her for a minute. "Just a tiny argument, nothing big."
"Are you going to apologise?" She asked.
Raising his eyebrows at her, he chuckled. "What makes you think it was me?" He paused and breathed out heavily. "Just, don't answer that." He sat up, then stood. He walked towards the door and opened it. "It was her actually Catherine."
Looking up at him in surprise, she watched as he stepped out into the hall and bumped into the one and only Sara. Grissom smiled at his wife and she smiled back. "You going to say it yet or not?" He asked all macho and brave.
Sara spotted Catherine and leaned closer so she couldn't hear. "NO!" She stated and turned on her heel and laughed all the way down the corridor.
"YOU WILL YOU KNOW?" He shouted, grinning at her retreating back.
"NOT LIKELY." He heard her shout back.
Catherine moved to stand next to him. "What was that all about?"
Grissom shook his head. "We had a bet on whether you could keep your mouth shut if we weren't talking and which one you would blame first." He lied matter of factly.
"Really?" Catherine asked surprise.
Grissom smirked and scoffed. "No." With that he went in the same direction as Sara, leaving a baffled Catherine.
Sara burst out laughing at one of Greg's sad jokes. Grissom leaned against the doorframe and watched her. Sara turned when she felt his eyes on her and smiled. "You want something Griss?" She asked as Greg moved to get results from the DNA machine.
Grissom nodded. "I do in fact want something." He said seriously. "The words."
Sara pondered this for a second before shaking her head. "Nope."
"Well, in that case. You get a decomp." He quipped and disappeared.
Sara stared at the empty space. "Hey, no fair." She shouted.
Grissom laughed. "That or you say it Sara." He shouted back.
"Fine." She gave in and pouted when his head appeared around the doorframe.
"Didn't hear you." He grinned.
Her mouth twitched as she thought of something to tease him with, instead she approached him and leaned into him slightly. He smirked as she closed in on his ear. She licked her lips as she gazed into his eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered honestly. He kissed her quickly, but he couldn't move away with her hand pushing him back against the wall. "Also." She added. "If I have to apologise to you one more time about stepping on a good damned bug, then your on the couch for a month." She poked him in the chest. "It's a bug Grissom." She explained.
Grissom looked at her and dropped his head to see her hand. He took it and rubbed his chest with the other. "Fine, but I'm not letting this go."
"Obviously." She smiled.
He squeezed her hand. "Homicide on eastern, take Nick and no bug squishing Sara." He warned.
"No problem, but if it starts a fight with me, it suffers." She kissed the corner of his mouth before turning and finding Nick. Grissom watched with a grin as she walked down the corridor. It was the last time he would ever show Sara his cockroach collection again. One managed to escape later and she killed it a second before Grissom could liberate it from the kitchen counter. Just grateful no others escaped, but it didn't stop Sara scrubbing the surfaces four times before she ate anything from it.
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May 2003 - now
Sara winced as she moved to place her book on the night stand. She then held her side as she moved back. Grissom moaned in his sleep and moved onto his back. Sara watched him and tried to control the sudden pain. Reaching again, but more slowly, she opened her painkillers and took one. When she turned back, she came in contact with bright blue eyes. Grissom looked at her concerned. Sara took his hand and pulled him to her. "Hold me." She whimpered.
Grissom pushed himself up an pulled her into his arms. He kissed her hair and held her tightly. "Everything's going to be fine."
Nodding against his chest, she let the tears flow. "How long until I fell my legs Gil? I'm so scared."
His eyes squeezed shut at the sudden splashes of tears onto his cheek. "A few weeks, maybe more. Ted wants to see you soon." He squeezed her to his chest and whispered honestly and firmly. "You will walk again Sara. I promise you."
As their emotions calmed and the tears slowed, they still held each other and after what seemed like forever, Grissom kissed her hair and helped her sit back up. Getting to his feet, he disappeared into the bathroom. Returning a few minutes later, he walked around the bed and smiled down at his wife. Sara raised her brows questioningly. "What are you doing?" She asked curiously.
Grissom's smile grew and lifted her easily into his arms. "Time for your bath madam." He grinned.
Sara wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. "I love you so much." She whispered.
Grissom's smile disappeared. He stared at her as she pushed her head into his neck. She never said that. Maybe once or twice, like the time he proposed, then when they were married and a few other times, but only when she was really serious or very to extremely scared. "I love you too." His voice was strained as his throat grew tight. "I love you more than you know."
Past - Late 2002 - Fun and Games
Catherine watched as Grissom walked down the corridor and straight past Sara without a glance in her direction. Watching Sara do the same, she pushed herself up from the couch in the break room and followed Grissom. As he entered his office, Catherine walked in and shut the door.
Grissom looked up. "Something I can help you with Catherine?" He asked looking back down at his paperwork.
"Actually yes." She stated, sitting down in the visitors chair. "I was wonder if you could tell me about what's going on with you and Sara?"
Grissom didn't answer for a long time, he just sighed and continued to sign forms.
"At least tell me you've spoken to her since the beginning of shift?" She asked exasperated.
"Yes I have. I spoke to her at assignments and in DNA." He answered looking at her over the top of his glasses.
Catherine glared at him. "You know exactly what I mean Gil? What's wrong between you and your wife?"
Grissom dropped his pen on the table and shot daggers at the blonde woman. "Are you always this nosy Catherine or is it just my life you want to know about?"
Smirking at his attitude, she shook her head. "Nope, but I'm interested that you can loose your coolness with one innocent question."
He stared at her for a minute. "Just a tiny argument, nothing big."
"Are you going to apologise?" She asked.
Raising his eyebrows at her, he chuckled. "What makes you think it was me?" He paused and breathed out heavily. "Just, don't answer that." He sat up, then stood. He walked towards the door and opened it. "It was her actually Catherine."
Looking up at him in surprise, she watched as he stepped out into the hall and bumped into the one and only Sara. Grissom smiled at his wife and she smiled back. "You going to say it yet or not?" He asked all macho and brave.
Sara spotted Catherine and leaned closer so she couldn't hear. "NO!" She stated and turned on her heel and laughed all the way down the corridor.
"YOU WILL YOU KNOW?" He shouted, grinning at her retreating back.
"NOT LIKELY." He heard her shout back.
Catherine moved to stand next to him. "What was that all about?"
Grissom shook his head. "We had a bet on whether you could keep your mouth shut if we weren't talking and which one you would blame first." He lied matter of factly.
"Really?" Catherine asked surprise.
Grissom smirked and scoffed. "No." With that he went in the same direction as Sara, leaving a baffled Catherine.
Sara burst out laughing at one of Greg's sad jokes. Grissom leaned against the doorframe and watched her. Sara turned when she felt his eyes on her and smiled. "You want something Griss?" She asked as Greg moved to get results from the DNA machine.
Grissom nodded. "I do in fact want something." He said seriously. "The words."
Sara pondered this for a second before shaking her head. "Nope."
"Well, in that case. You get a decomp." He quipped and disappeared.
Sara stared at the empty space. "Hey, no fair." She shouted.
Grissom laughed. "That or you say it Sara." He shouted back.
"Fine." She gave in and pouted when his head appeared around the doorframe.
"Didn't hear you." He grinned.
Her mouth twitched as she thought of something to tease him with, instead she approached him and leaned into him slightly. He smirked as she closed in on his ear. She licked her lips as she gazed into his eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered honestly. He kissed her quickly, but he couldn't move away with her hand pushing him back against the wall. "Also." She added. "If I have to apologise to you one more time about stepping on a good damned bug, then your on the couch for a month." She poked him in the chest. "It's a bug Grissom." She explained.
Grissom looked at her and dropped his head to see her hand. He took it and rubbed his chest with the other. "Fine, but I'm not letting this go."
"Obviously." She smiled.
He squeezed her hand. "Homicide on eastern, take Nick and no bug squishing Sara." He warned.
"No problem, but if it starts a fight with me, it suffers." She kissed the corner of his mouth before turning and finding Nick. Grissom watched with a grin as she walked down the corridor. It was the last time he would ever show Sara his cockroach collection again. One managed to escape later and she killed it a second before Grissom could liberate it from the kitchen counter. Just grateful no others escaped, but it didn't stop Sara scrubbing the surfaces four times before she ate anything from it.
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May 2003 - now
Sara winced as she moved to place her book on the night stand. She then held her side as she moved back. Grissom moaned in his sleep and moved onto his back. Sara watched him and tried to control the sudden pain. Reaching again, but more slowly, she opened her painkillers and took one. When she turned back, she came in contact with bright blue eyes. Grissom looked at her concerned. Sara took his hand and pulled him to her. "Hold me." She whimpered.
Grissom pushed himself up an pulled her into his arms. He kissed her hair and held her tightly. "Everything's going to be fine."
Nodding against his chest, she let the tears flow. "How long until I fell my legs Gil? I'm so scared."
His eyes squeezed shut at the sudden splashes of tears onto his cheek. "A few weeks, maybe more. Ted wants to see you soon." He squeezed her to his chest and whispered honestly and firmly. "You will walk again Sara. I promise you."
As their emotions calmed and the tears slowed, they still held each other and after what seemed like forever, Grissom kissed her hair and helped her sit back up. Getting to his feet, he disappeared into the bathroom. Returning a few minutes later, he walked around the bed and smiled down at his wife. Sara raised her brows questioningly. "What are you doing?" She asked curiously.
Grissom's smile grew and lifted her easily into his arms. "Time for your bath madam." He grinned.
Sara wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. "I love you so much." She whispered.
Grissom's smile disappeared. He stared at her as she pushed her head into his neck. She never said that. Maybe once or twice, like the time he proposed, then when they were married and a few other times, but only when she was really serious or very to extremely scared. "I love you too." His voice was strained as his throat grew tight. "I love you more than you know."