A/N thank you for all the reviews especially madhatter2. You were my inspiration to stop playing around on my computer and sit down to write this next chapter. Please keep them coming in.
This was the hardest thing he'd had to do in his entire life. Just sitting there watching Sara. Holding her cold hands. Staring at her blank, peaceful face. Gently kissing her soft, unmoving lips. It was almost as if she was dead.
He couldn't let himself think like that. She wasn't dead, just sleeping. She looked so angelic. She was perfect. All that ruined it was the lack of life in her resting form. The silence in the room was killing him. Simply to break up the stillness, he clasped her hand even more tightly and asked her out loud to wake up. In fact it was more than asking, he demanded she wake up, he begged her.
He'd never loved anyone before like he loved Sara. In fact if this was love, and he was sure it was, then he'd never felt true love before he'd met Sara. It broke his heart to know that when she woke up he'd have to tell her about the baby. The first symbol of their union of love and it was lost. If he was a pessimist, he would see it as a bad omen, but he honestly believed that their love was stronger than that. He was certain they could see this through and come out of it stronger, closer and even more in love. If you don't look for the good in these situations you'll go insane. There's always sunshine on the other side, you just have to have the will to reach there. Looking forwards to a brighter future helps you move forwards towards it.
Sara filled all his visions of his future and they were all dazzling. Still holding her hand, his fingers lightly stroking the smooth flesh, he leaned forwards to kiss her again. He was surprised by the warmth of her lips. He was even more surprised when he felt her kissing him back. She whimpered slightly beneath him and he pushed himself back to give her room.
"Sara. Sara honey. I'm here."
She still hadn't opened her eyes, but Nick could see from the expression on her face that she was in severe pain. He couldn't stand to see her misery, so he moved to fetch a doctor. Sara gripped his hand even more tightly. She clearly didn't want him to leave her. He froze in his tracks; unsure of what to do next, but then her eyes flew open as she cried out in pain. That made up his mind. He rushed from the room, yelling for a doctor. He saw a nurse jump up down the corridor and happy that help was coming, he hurried back to Sara's side.
The next hour was a blur. The doctors rushed in and out taking Sara's vitals, administering medication, asking questions, and doing tests. Finally they were satisfied that Sara had made the greatest leap towards her recovery and they left the couple alone. Exhausted and drugged up to keep the pain at bay, Sara slipped into a peaceful slumber. Nick lay his head down besides her, clasping her hand in his and he too fell asleep.
Through the blissful haze of her dreams, the insistent ringing of the phone dragged Catherine from her sleep. She reached her hand over, waving it around until it hit the phone and lifted the receiver.
"Hello?" Her voice was husky. She wasn't yet fully awake. She was slightly confused as to why she was so tired having just woken up.
"She's awake!"
"Nicky?"
"Hi Cath. Sara's woken up. She's going to be okay. She's resting now, but you can come and visit soon if you like."
He sounded so happy, like a kid on Christmas morning who got exactly what he wanted. Nick's gift was Sara.
"Fantastic. I'll be there soon. Give her my love."
"Great." Nick paused. "Do you know where Griss is? I can't get hold of him."
It suddenly struck Catherine why she was so tired still. She swallowed.
"Ummm. I'll make sure he gets the message."
"Thanks."
They hung up.
Catherine rolled over and found herself looking straight into the shining blue eyes of Gil Grissom. He kissed her lightly.
"Morning beautiful."
"Sara's going to be okay. She's awake."
Grissom breathed out a deep sigh of relief. "Thank god for that." He sank back into the pillows.
Catherine pulled herself up to straddle him. Looking down on him from above she frowned. "Do you feel guilty?"
"About what?"
"About what we did last night. I mean, it was wonderful. Don't get me wrong. But we did that while Sara's life hung in the balance. I feel we should have shown her more respect." She sighed, sounding frustrated.
He kissed her. "Sara's fine now. These things happen. We had to find our own way of dealing with the stress. I can't think of a better way. I'm sure Sara won't hold it against us."
Visibly relaxed now, Catherine climbed off the bed and went to get ready to visit Sara. Amazing really how one man can make everything seem so right.
Grissom lay there in the empty bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't believe how heartless he had just sounded. Catherine didn't seem to notice, but he was painfully aware of how uncaring his words could have appeared. It wasn't that he didn't care about Sara, or that sex was more important to him than her life. He did feel guilty about giving in to his desires while she was lying helpless in the hospital, but he wouldn't admit to his guilt. It would show a weakness within him and he tried never to do that, especially not where Sara was involved. She was so determined never to show any signs of vulnerability and he would always walk strong beside her. It was like a competition between the two of them.
He really did believe that Sara would be happy for him and Catherine. In the past their relationship had been twisting and uncertain, but now they were just two friends, looking out for each other and wishing for the best. She had Nick now and perhaps it was time for him to admit that he needed someone in his life.
There had never been any doubt in his mind that Catherine was the woman for him. He had always felt something special for her, but he'd never had the courage to act on it. Last night, he couldn't really explain it, but he had been incapable of stopping himself. He needed her so much and no one could be more surprised than him to find that she needed him just as much.
His thoughts turned now to Ellie. She was Catherine's personal challenge, one that she had to succeed in. He would do everything in his power to help her with her task, make Catherine happy and Ellie safe. He wanted to be her through everything, starting with this.
TBC....
A/N This is the first time I've tried writing Grissom's point of view. What did you think? I had to wrestle my psychology work off my friend so I could finish my essay in my study period and then come home and finish this chapter for you. Hope you liked it. Please let me know.
This was the hardest thing he'd had to do in his entire life. Just sitting there watching Sara. Holding her cold hands. Staring at her blank, peaceful face. Gently kissing her soft, unmoving lips. It was almost as if she was dead.
He couldn't let himself think like that. She wasn't dead, just sleeping. She looked so angelic. She was perfect. All that ruined it was the lack of life in her resting form. The silence in the room was killing him. Simply to break up the stillness, he clasped her hand even more tightly and asked her out loud to wake up. In fact it was more than asking, he demanded she wake up, he begged her.
He'd never loved anyone before like he loved Sara. In fact if this was love, and he was sure it was, then he'd never felt true love before he'd met Sara. It broke his heart to know that when she woke up he'd have to tell her about the baby. The first symbol of their union of love and it was lost. If he was a pessimist, he would see it as a bad omen, but he honestly believed that their love was stronger than that. He was certain they could see this through and come out of it stronger, closer and even more in love. If you don't look for the good in these situations you'll go insane. There's always sunshine on the other side, you just have to have the will to reach there. Looking forwards to a brighter future helps you move forwards towards it.
Sara filled all his visions of his future and they were all dazzling. Still holding her hand, his fingers lightly stroking the smooth flesh, he leaned forwards to kiss her again. He was surprised by the warmth of her lips. He was even more surprised when he felt her kissing him back. She whimpered slightly beneath him and he pushed himself back to give her room.
"Sara. Sara honey. I'm here."
She still hadn't opened her eyes, but Nick could see from the expression on her face that she was in severe pain. He couldn't stand to see her misery, so he moved to fetch a doctor. Sara gripped his hand even more tightly. She clearly didn't want him to leave her. He froze in his tracks; unsure of what to do next, but then her eyes flew open as she cried out in pain. That made up his mind. He rushed from the room, yelling for a doctor. He saw a nurse jump up down the corridor and happy that help was coming, he hurried back to Sara's side.
The next hour was a blur. The doctors rushed in and out taking Sara's vitals, administering medication, asking questions, and doing tests. Finally they were satisfied that Sara had made the greatest leap towards her recovery and they left the couple alone. Exhausted and drugged up to keep the pain at bay, Sara slipped into a peaceful slumber. Nick lay his head down besides her, clasping her hand in his and he too fell asleep.
Through the blissful haze of her dreams, the insistent ringing of the phone dragged Catherine from her sleep. She reached her hand over, waving it around until it hit the phone and lifted the receiver.
"Hello?" Her voice was husky. She wasn't yet fully awake. She was slightly confused as to why she was so tired having just woken up.
"She's awake!"
"Nicky?"
"Hi Cath. Sara's woken up. She's going to be okay. She's resting now, but you can come and visit soon if you like."
He sounded so happy, like a kid on Christmas morning who got exactly what he wanted. Nick's gift was Sara.
"Fantastic. I'll be there soon. Give her my love."
"Great." Nick paused. "Do you know where Griss is? I can't get hold of him."
It suddenly struck Catherine why she was so tired still. She swallowed.
"Ummm. I'll make sure he gets the message."
"Thanks."
They hung up.
Catherine rolled over and found herself looking straight into the shining blue eyes of Gil Grissom. He kissed her lightly.
"Morning beautiful."
"Sara's going to be okay. She's awake."
Grissom breathed out a deep sigh of relief. "Thank god for that." He sank back into the pillows.
Catherine pulled herself up to straddle him. Looking down on him from above she frowned. "Do you feel guilty?"
"About what?"
"About what we did last night. I mean, it was wonderful. Don't get me wrong. But we did that while Sara's life hung in the balance. I feel we should have shown her more respect." She sighed, sounding frustrated.
He kissed her. "Sara's fine now. These things happen. We had to find our own way of dealing with the stress. I can't think of a better way. I'm sure Sara won't hold it against us."
Visibly relaxed now, Catherine climbed off the bed and went to get ready to visit Sara. Amazing really how one man can make everything seem so right.
Grissom lay there in the empty bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't believe how heartless he had just sounded. Catherine didn't seem to notice, but he was painfully aware of how uncaring his words could have appeared. It wasn't that he didn't care about Sara, or that sex was more important to him than her life. He did feel guilty about giving in to his desires while she was lying helpless in the hospital, but he wouldn't admit to his guilt. It would show a weakness within him and he tried never to do that, especially not where Sara was involved. She was so determined never to show any signs of vulnerability and he would always walk strong beside her. It was like a competition between the two of them.
He really did believe that Sara would be happy for him and Catherine. In the past their relationship had been twisting and uncertain, but now they were just two friends, looking out for each other and wishing for the best. She had Nick now and perhaps it was time for him to admit that he needed someone in his life.
There had never been any doubt in his mind that Catherine was the woman for him. He had always felt something special for her, but he'd never had the courage to act on it. Last night, he couldn't really explain it, but he had been incapable of stopping himself. He needed her so much and no one could be more surprised than him to find that she needed him just as much.
His thoughts turned now to Ellie. She was Catherine's personal challenge, one that she had to succeed in. He would do everything in his power to help her with her task, make Catherine happy and Ellie safe. He wanted to be her through everything, starting with this.
TBC....
A/N This is the first time I've tried writing Grissom's point of view. What did you think? I had to wrestle my psychology work off my friend so I could finish my essay in my study period and then come home and finish this chapter for you. Hope you liked it. Please let me know.
