****Chapter 8/?****
May 2003 - now
Four days Sara had been home and she was already getting pissed off with being stuck at home and sitting in a wheelchair to go anywhere. Grissom watched from the kitchen as she shifted for the sixth time on the couch. "Stop moving so much Sara." He chastised again.
Sara glared at him and said angrily. "Stop it with the bossy shit."
Grissom placed the jug on the counter and wiped his hands. "I'm not bossing you Sara and you know it." He walked over to her and sat on the coffee table.
"What would you call it?" She moaned.
Just as he was going to place his hand on her knee, he sighed. He reached up for her hand, only to have her pull away. "Sara?"
"No, just. don't touch me. Leave me alone. I can't feel it anyway." She said coldly.
Grissom stared at her. "Don't do this." He stated reaching for her again.
"Grissom, stop. Don't, just." She paused and dropped her eyes from his. "Don't."
He watched her with sad eyes for a long time before doing as she asked and retreated back to the kitchen. Finishing making lunch, he helped her wordlessly to her wheelchair and let her move to the table. Once there, he sat and ate with her, but didn't say a word. He couldn't, he hurt too much to talk, to think, so he just ate in silence. After they were done, he washed up and grabbed his jacket.
"I'll be back in an hour." He said with hurt evident in his voice.
"Gil." Sara stopped at the sound of the door quietly closing.
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Two nights later and they were still not talking. They shared the same bed, but Grissom slept on the edge of the mattress. Sara still didn't want to be touched or held, so Grissom let her be. If she didn't want him near her, then he would do as she wishes, but it didn't mean he liked it, not one bit.
He helped her in and out of the bath, bed and the wheelchair and all with the minimal of words spoken between the two. Other's might have thought it wasn't possible to go a day without speech rather than two, but Grissom and Sara managed without a problem.
On the third night, Grissom was sleeping on his stomach with his head turned away from her. His arms pushed under his pillow. Sara looked across at him. It was four in the morning and she couldn't sleep. She looked back up at the ceiling, then returned them back to his naked back. The sheet stopped at his lower back, showing his muscular back and shoulders. Turning onto her side, she tentatively ran a finger down his spine. She missed his touch, the feel of his skin on hers and his warm arms wrapped around her. She didn't feel right anymore. If he touched her, all she could think of was that how could he possibly want to touch her after the accident. She couldn't feel it anyway, but he could and that was what made her shut him out. They hadn't spoken a civil word to each other in days and she was starting to regret ever leaving the house that night. She wished she could turn back the clock and erase what happened.
Grissom moved in his sleep at the feel of something warm and familiar on his back. Opening his eyes slowly, he felt her hand running up his spine and back again. He could tell she was thinking, as her fingers slowed, then moved again. He closed his eyes and turned his head towards her. Her hand moved from his back and just before Grissom could turn away again at the thought of her retreating, he felt her fingers lightly brush his hair back from his forehead.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"It's ok." He whispered back. His eyes opened and found hers.
Sara ran her thumb over his ear and held the back of his neck. "I shouldn't have been so selfish. I. I'm sorry I pushed you away."
Grissom slowly moved closer to her. When she didn't pull away, he pulled her into his arms. "I love you Sara. I don't want you to be alone in this."
Pushing her head beneath his chin, she sniffled. "I'm sorry I let this happen."
Grissom pulled away and looked at her mortified. "Don't you dare blame yourself Sara. It wasn't your fault." He stressed.
Sara didn't acknowledge or deny his words, she just cried some more. "If I stayed home, watched what was going on. Been more aware."
"No." He said softly. "This isn't your fault. You didn't run the red light, you didn't hit that car. They did, not you. Please believe me when I tell you, it's not your fault. You couldn't have prevented it." He brushed her tears away as his own fell. "Your alive Sara. That's what counts. If I lost you. ." Silence encased the room. He held her tightly as his tears continued to fall. "My life wouldn't be worth living if you weren't in it." He whispered.
Sara sobbed into his chest and wrapped her arms around his torso. "I'm so scared Gil."
"I know honey, but I'm here, you're not alone." As they held each other, they both grew tired and soon gave into sleep. Grissom never let her go, not even in their dreams.
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June 2003 - now
Sara sat on the table with her legs dangling over the edge. Grissom was leaning against the wall as the doctor examined her. The normal, strength, muscular, pain, blood and easy exercise tests were performed. The one thing neither were expecting were the questions about their sex life and the future. The two were stunned into silence at the doctors information. Ted watched their faces pale and looked down at Sara's medical files again. He gave his apologises and sent them with another appointment for next month or earlier if there were improvements.
Later that day, Grissom pulled on his jacket and grabbed Sara's. Sara looked up from reading on the couch and smiled. "Where are we going?" She asked, but Grissom just smiled and held out her coat. She shook her head and smiled back. He carried her to the car and put her chair in the back.
When Grissom parked the car in a large empty car park. Sara laughed at where they were. She looked around as Grissom lifted her into her chair and spotted familiar faces.
"Happy anniversary Sara." Grissom whispered into her ear as he covered her legs with a thick blanket.
She hugged him and kissed him softly. "Thank you." She whispered back.
********
Nick, Catherine, Greg, Brass and Warrick sat on the bleachers watching the married couple. They had been at the ice skating centre for an hour. After skating around and catching up, Sara and Grissom went onto the ice. Sara was dubious, but Grissom said she'd be fine. The others watched as Grissom pushed the wheelchair onto the ice. His shoes gripped the ice as he pushed the chair around the ice. He was speaking to Sara in hush tones so the others couldn't hear the echoes. She smiled and dropped her head.
"Options?" She whispered.
"Yes." Grissom answer. He stopped the chair and moved to crouch in front of her. "Many options Sara."
Sara ran her hand down his cheek. "You really want this?"
"I want a family Sara. Just like you."
Thinking about this for a few minutes, she nodded. "Ok, but we wait."
Grissom smiled. "If that's what you want, then I'll wait."
Everyone watched as Grissom hugged Sara tightly before continuing to push her around the ice. They decided that their private conversation was over and joined them on the ice again.
****** My first ever WIP. It will be finished I promise. I can't sleep if it's not completed. Be patient. I'm going away for 4 days so I'm no where near computers, TV, anything electronic, apart from my walkman. I'm going to be suffering from internet withdrawal by Friday 18th guaranteed. ******
May 2003 - now
Four days Sara had been home and she was already getting pissed off with being stuck at home and sitting in a wheelchair to go anywhere. Grissom watched from the kitchen as she shifted for the sixth time on the couch. "Stop moving so much Sara." He chastised again.
Sara glared at him and said angrily. "Stop it with the bossy shit."
Grissom placed the jug on the counter and wiped his hands. "I'm not bossing you Sara and you know it." He walked over to her and sat on the coffee table.
"What would you call it?" She moaned.
Just as he was going to place his hand on her knee, he sighed. He reached up for her hand, only to have her pull away. "Sara?"
"No, just. don't touch me. Leave me alone. I can't feel it anyway." She said coldly.
Grissom stared at her. "Don't do this." He stated reaching for her again.
"Grissom, stop. Don't, just." She paused and dropped her eyes from his. "Don't."
He watched her with sad eyes for a long time before doing as she asked and retreated back to the kitchen. Finishing making lunch, he helped her wordlessly to her wheelchair and let her move to the table. Once there, he sat and ate with her, but didn't say a word. He couldn't, he hurt too much to talk, to think, so he just ate in silence. After they were done, he washed up and grabbed his jacket.
"I'll be back in an hour." He said with hurt evident in his voice.
"Gil." Sara stopped at the sound of the door quietly closing.
********
Two nights later and they were still not talking. They shared the same bed, but Grissom slept on the edge of the mattress. Sara still didn't want to be touched or held, so Grissom let her be. If she didn't want him near her, then he would do as she wishes, but it didn't mean he liked it, not one bit.
He helped her in and out of the bath, bed and the wheelchair and all with the minimal of words spoken between the two. Other's might have thought it wasn't possible to go a day without speech rather than two, but Grissom and Sara managed without a problem.
On the third night, Grissom was sleeping on his stomach with his head turned away from her. His arms pushed under his pillow. Sara looked across at him. It was four in the morning and she couldn't sleep. She looked back up at the ceiling, then returned them back to his naked back. The sheet stopped at his lower back, showing his muscular back and shoulders. Turning onto her side, she tentatively ran a finger down his spine. She missed his touch, the feel of his skin on hers and his warm arms wrapped around her. She didn't feel right anymore. If he touched her, all she could think of was that how could he possibly want to touch her after the accident. She couldn't feel it anyway, but he could and that was what made her shut him out. They hadn't spoken a civil word to each other in days and she was starting to regret ever leaving the house that night. She wished she could turn back the clock and erase what happened.
Grissom moved in his sleep at the feel of something warm and familiar on his back. Opening his eyes slowly, he felt her hand running up his spine and back again. He could tell she was thinking, as her fingers slowed, then moved again. He closed his eyes and turned his head towards her. Her hand moved from his back and just before Grissom could turn away again at the thought of her retreating, he felt her fingers lightly brush his hair back from his forehead.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"It's ok." He whispered back. His eyes opened and found hers.
Sara ran her thumb over his ear and held the back of his neck. "I shouldn't have been so selfish. I. I'm sorry I pushed you away."
Grissom slowly moved closer to her. When she didn't pull away, he pulled her into his arms. "I love you Sara. I don't want you to be alone in this."
Pushing her head beneath his chin, she sniffled. "I'm sorry I let this happen."
Grissom pulled away and looked at her mortified. "Don't you dare blame yourself Sara. It wasn't your fault." He stressed.
Sara didn't acknowledge or deny his words, she just cried some more. "If I stayed home, watched what was going on. Been more aware."
"No." He said softly. "This isn't your fault. You didn't run the red light, you didn't hit that car. They did, not you. Please believe me when I tell you, it's not your fault. You couldn't have prevented it." He brushed her tears away as his own fell. "Your alive Sara. That's what counts. If I lost you. ." Silence encased the room. He held her tightly as his tears continued to fall. "My life wouldn't be worth living if you weren't in it." He whispered.
Sara sobbed into his chest and wrapped her arms around his torso. "I'm so scared Gil."
"I know honey, but I'm here, you're not alone." As they held each other, they both grew tired and soon gave into sleep. Grissom never let her go, not even in their dreams.
********
June 2003 - now
Sara sat on the table with her legs dangling over the edge. Grissom was leaning against the wall as the doctor examined her. The normal, strength, muscular, pain, blood and easy exercise tests were performed. The one thing neither were expecting were the questions about their sex life and the future. The two were stunned into silence at the doctors information. Ted watched their faces pale and looked down at Sara's medical files again. He gave his apologises and sent them with another appointment for next month or earlier if there were improvements.
Later that day, Grissom pulled on his jacket and grabbed Sara's. Sara looked up from reading on the couch and smiled. "Where are we going?" She asked, but Grissom just smiled and held out her coat. She shook her head and smiled back. He carried her to the car and put her chair in the back.
When Grissom parked the car in a large empty car park. Sara laughed at where they were. She looked around as Grissom lifted her into her chair and spotted familiar faces.
"Happy anniversary Sara." Grissom whispered into her ear as he covered her legs with a thick blanket.
She hugged him and kissed him softly. "Thank you." She whispered back.
********
Nick, Catherine, Greg, Brass and Warrick sat on the bleachers watching the married couple. They had been at the ice skating centre for an hour. After skating around and catching up, Sara and Grissom went onto the ice. Sara was dubious, but Grissom said she'd be fine. The others watched as Grissom pushed the wheelchair onto the ice. His shoes gripped the ice as he pushed the chair around the ice. He was speaking to Sara in hush tones so the others couldn't hear the echoes. She smiled and dropped her head.
"Options?" She whispered.
"Yes." Grissom answer. He stopped the chair and moved to crouch in front of her. "Many options Sara."
Sara ran her hand down his cheek. "You really want this?"
"I want a family Sara. Just like you."
Thinking about this for a few minutes, she nodded. "Ok, but we wait."
Grissom smiled. "If that's what you want, then I'll wait."
Everyone watched as Grissom hugged Sara tightly before continuing to push her around the ice. They decided that their private conversation was over and joined them on the ice again.
****** My first ever WIP. It will be finished I promise. I can't sleep if it's not completed. Be patient. I'm going away for 4 days so I'm no where near computers, TV, anything electronic, apart from my walkman. I'm going to be suffering from internet withdrawal by Friday 18th guaranteed. ******