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time to time so that I can write stories. CSI is property of Anthony Zucker
and CBS. Please don't sue me because I am a struggling college student and
have no money of my own. You'll have to get in line behind the government
A/N: This is my first fan-fiction ever so please be gentle. This story hasn't been betaed so all the mistakes are my own. Reviews are greatly appreciated, so let me know if this story is horrible and I should go back to being a normal college student, or you love it and want me to keep going. Enjoy!!!!
It started so innocently; casual lunches and dinners together, conversations about techniques and procedures, that sort of thing. But what happened? When did this innocent office friendship turn into a full physical romance?
Grissom and Sara were on their way to a case, driving through the desert, no human beings around them for miles. Grissom felt that something was wrong with the car, something didn't seem right. Then, a few seconds later, smoke was billowing from underneath the hood.
"Damn it, the car's overheated," Grissom yelled. He slowly pulled off to the side of the road, thinking of what his next move would be. He noticed that Sara was noticeably worried by their current predicament. "Everything is going to work out." He soothed. Sara felt protected when she was with Grissom, like nothing or no one could hurt her, but there was something else about him, something that she kept all to herself. She was attracted to him. His intellect, knowledge; the way he figured out tough cases. His sensitive eyes, the way he took charge of situations, made Sara want him even more. She was nervous because she didn't know if she could contain herself if she was stuck in a car with Grissom for an extended period of time. Grissom and Sara both exited the car and walked to the front of the car. Forgetting that the car had overheated, Grissom grabbed the hood, and lifted it, burning his hands in the process.
"Shit, that hurt." Grissom cursed as he shook his hand to alleviate some of the pain. "Let me take a look at that," Sara offered as she carefully examined his hands. Grissom knew that it was wrong, knew that there were some instincts to go on and that this was not one of them. He was always intrigued with her eyes. Those deep brown eyes that could burn through stainless steel one minute; then be so caring the next, the way they were now. In a split second, Grissom and Sara both forgot abut the car, forgot about rules and regulations, inhibitions. Their eyes met and the world stopped. Grissom leaned in gently, not wanting the scare Sara, wondering what her reaction would be. He was shocked and surprised that she didn't back away, she came closer. Grissom forgot about the pain in his hands and caressed her hair, that beautiful brown hair that she always fantasized about. That smelled so good when he walked by her at the beginning of a shift. A passionate kiss soon turned into a physical release of years of caged passion. They worked their way back into the Tahoe, ignoring the constant ring of Grissom's cell phone.
Weeks went by, and Grissom and Sara acted as if nothing happened between them. They were both professionals, and do anything not to jeopardize their work ethic or performance. Grissom made his way to the break room to hand out cases as he felt a breeze against his shoulder. He turned to see Sara in a full out sprint toward the bathroom. Gil noticed that Sara had not been herself lately, a bit distant toward him. He thought back to the hot day in the desert. They had put the day behind them, neither one bringing up the subject. He didn't want to open up a can of worms or alert the whole staff about their relationship, or lack there of.
"Is everything ok?" Grissom asked as Sara exited the restroom. "Yeah, I'm fine." She said as she walked past him, not even trying to make eye contact. "You sure because, you don't look well?" "Yeah, just leave me alone. I'm taking the rest of the shift off." Sara practically yelled as she exited the building. He didn't bother to stop her. Thoughts ran through Grissom's mind. Thoughts that practically made his heart beat out of his chest; the vomiting, the evasiveness, the desert. Could she, there was no time to take precautions, everything happened in the heat of the moment or was there someone else in her life. She never talked about her social life, so there was a chance that she could be involved with someone. Gil so was lost in thought that he didn't see Nick walk up behind him.
"Did Sara just leave?" Nick inquired
"Yeah, she wasn't feeling well. I told her to take the rest of the shift off." Grissom lied. He didn't take his eyes off the door even after Sara left. "Griss, Earth to Gil. Do have any new cases for us?" Nick asked. "Yeah, I'm right behind you." With that, Grissom walked toward the break room trying his hardest to do his job without thinking about the woman he loved.
Sara stared at the test. "This can't be happening. The test results are wrong." She thought to herself. That is what she thought when she saw the results from the four other pregnancy tests that she had taken. Sara was stunned. She didn't know what to do. How was she going to tell the crew? How was she going to tell Grissom? How would she continue to work? Her career was starting to take off. She was getting into the groove of things, and then she hit a brick wall. Just them a wave of nausea came over her. She bolted to the bathroom, and didn't hear Grissom open the door. She forgot to lock it since she was so anxious to get answers to all the questions that were swimming around in her brain. Grissom listened to see where the noises were coming from. His mouth opened as he comprehended what was in front of him. Sara on the ground in front of the toilet, the pregnancy tests, his assumptions were true. He slowly made his way next to her, making sure that he did not startle her. As Sara heaved into the toilet, she felt a soothing hand rubbing her back. It comforted her.
"Sara, it's ok. Everything is going to be ok." She recognized the voice, his soothing voice; the voice that always made everything better. Once she was done, she slowly turned around, and looked into his eyes. Without saying a word, she knew that everything was going to be ok.
"Is this why you left in such a hurry, to take these tests?" "Yes," was the weak response that escaped from her lips. She didn't make eye contact with him, she didn't know how to tell him, if he would start to yell, or leave her alone to deal with this all by herself. Grissom joined her on the floor, and gently embraced her. He felt the wet tears start to soak his sleeve. "I don't know what I am going to do." "Why don't you think about it for a couple of days and then make a decision. You should eat something; you need to keep your strength up," Grissom smiled. Sara already knew that she wanted to keep the baby. There was no doubt about that in her mind. With all the death that she worked with, there was no way that she could live with the fact that she killed another human being. What she needed to figure out was if and how to tell Grissom that he was going to be a father.
Grissom slowly stirred the soup that was on the stove. He looked over at Sara, his Sara. He face was starting to regain some of it color. He knew that she was going through a lot, and he didn't want to make things any worse. He wanted a child, but never found the time for a relationship, since he was in love with his work. He didn't think that he could divide his heart and time between work and a wife. The thought of a child brought a smile to his face. He would have the chance to see all the "firsts" that his father had missed out on. First steps, words, first day of school, college graduation. "Hey, if you keep stirring like that, the noodles will start to disintegrate." Sara said, waking Grissom from his daydream. He looked down to see that the noodles had started to break apart. "You look beat, why don't you lay down for a while, and I'll wake you when dinner's ready." Griss suggested. Sara nodded in reply as she walked toward her couch. As soon as her head hit the cushions, she was fast asleep. He walked into her bedroom and retrieved a blanket. As he tucked her in, Grissom planted a soft kiss on her forehead. He had to stop himself from staring at her for too long. She looked so peaceful. He wanted to know if she was carrying his child, but he wasn't going to pressure her in any way. Grissom could see all of the tension fade from Sara's face. He was relieved to see that she was actually sleeping, for the past couple of days she looked like death warmed over. He slowly turned away, and continued with dinner.
Well. what did you think? Let me know (pretty please( ) Bianca
A/N: This is my first fan-fiction ever so please be gentle. This story hasn't been betaed so all the mistakes are my own. Reviews are greatly appreciated, so let me know if this story is horrible and I should go back to being a normal college student, or you love it and want me to keep going. Enjoy!!!!
It started so innocently; casual lunches and dinners together, conversations about techniques and procedures, that sort of thing. But what happened? When did this innocent office friendship turn into a full physical romance?
Grissom and Sara were on their way to a case, driving through the desert, no human beings around them for miles. Grissom felt that something was wrong with the car, something didn't seem right. Then, a few seconds later, smoke was billowing from underneath the hood.
"Damn it, the car's overheated," Grissom yelled. He slowly pulled off to the side of the road, thinking of what his next move would be. He noticed that Sara was noticeably worried by their current predicament. "Everything is going to work out." He soothed. Sara felt protected when she was with Grissom, like nothing or no one could hurt her, but there was something else about him, something that she kept all to herself. She was attracted to him. His intellect, knowledge; the way he figured out tough cases. His sensitive eyes, the way he took charge of situations, made Sara want him even more. She was nervous because she didn't know if she could contain herself if she was stuck in a car with Grissom for an extended period of time. Grissom and Sara both exited the car and walked to the front of the car. Forgetting that the car had overheated, Grissom grabbed the hood, and lifted it, burning his hands in the process.
"Shit, that hurt." Grissom cursed as he shook his hand to alleviate some of the pain. "Let me take a look at that," Sara offered as she carefully examined his hands. Grissom knew that it was wrong, knew that there were some instincts to go on and that this was not one of them. He was always intrigued with her eyes. Those deep brown eyes that could burn through stainless steel one minute; then be so caring the next, the way they were now. In a split second, Grissom and Sara both forgot abut the car, forgot about rules and regulations, inhibitions. Their eyes met and the world stopped. Grissom leaned in gently, not wanting the scare Sara, wondering what her reaction would be. He was shocked and surprised that she didn't back away, she came closer. Grissom forgot about the pain in his hands and caressed her hair, that beautiful brown hair that she always fantasized about. That smelled so good when he walked by her at the beginning of a shift. A passionate kiss soon turned into a physical release of years of caged passion. They worked their way back into the Tahoe, ignoring the constant ring of Grissom's cell phone.
Weeks went by, and Grissom and Sara acted as if nothing happened between them. They were both professionals, and do anything not to jeopardize their work ethic or performance. Grissom made his way to the break room to hand out cases as he felt a breeze against his shoulder. He turned to see Sara in a full out sprint toward the bathroom. Gil noticed that Sara had not been herself lately, a bit distant toward him. He thought back to the hot day in the desert. They had put the day behind them, neither one bringing up the subject. He didn't want to open up a can of worms or alert the whole staff about their relationship, or lack there of.
"Is everything ok?" Grissom asked as Sara exited the restroom. "Yeah, I'm fine." She said as she walked past him, not even trying to make eye contact. "You sure because, you don't look well?" "Yeah, just leave me alone. I'm taking the rest of the shift off." Sara practically yelled as she exited the building. He didn't bother to stop her. Thoughts ran through Grissom's mind. Thoughts that practically made his heart beat out of his chest; the vomiting, the evasiveness, the desert. Could she, there was no time to take precautions, everything happened in the heat of the moment or was there someone else in her life. She never talked about her social life, so there was a chance that she could be involved with someone. Gil so was lost in thought that he didn't see Nick walk up behind him.
"Did Sara just leave?" Nick inquired
"Yeah, she wasn't feeling well. I told her to take the rest of the shift off." Grissom lied. He didn't take his eyes off the door even after Sara left. "Griss, Earth to Gil. Do have any new cases for us?" Nick asked. "Yeah, I'm right behind you." With that, Grissom walked toward the break room trying his hardest to do his job without thinking about the woman he loved.
Sara stared at the test. "This can't be happening. The test results are wrong." She thought to herself. That is what she thought when she saw the results from the four other pregnancy tests that she had taken. Sara was stunned. She didn't know what to do. How was she going to tell the crew? How was she going to tell Grissom? How would she continue to work? Her career was starting to take off. She was getting into the groove of things, and then she hit a brick wall. Just them a wave of nausea came over her. She bolted to the bathroom, and didn't hear Grissom open the door. She forgot to lock it since she was so anxious to get answers to all the questions that were swimming around in her brain. Grissom listened to see where the noises were coming from. His mouth opened as he comprehended what was in front of him. Sara on the ground in front of the toilet, the pregnancy tests, his assumptions were true. He slowly made his way next to her, making sure that he did not startle her. As Sara heaved into the toilet, she felt a soothing hand rubbing her back. It comforted her.
"Sara, it's ok. Everything is going to be ok." She recognized the voice, his soothing voice; the voice that always made everything better. Once she was done, she slowly turned around, and looked into his eyes. Without saying a word, she knew that everything was going to be ok.
"Is this why you left in such a hurry, to take these tests?" "Yes," was the weak response that escaped from her lips. She didn't make eye contact with him, she didn't know how to tell him, if he would start to yell, or leave her alone to deal with this all by herself. Grissom joined her on the floor, and gently embraced her. He felt the wet tears start to soak his sleeve. "I don't know what I am going to do." "Why don't you think about it for a couple of days and then make a decision. You should eat something; you need to keep your strength up," Grissom smiled. Sara already knew that she wanted to keep the baby. There was no doubt about that in her mind. With all the death that she worked with, there was no way that she could live with the fact that she killed another human being. What she needed to figure out was if and how to tell Grissom that he was going to be a father.
Grissom slowly stirred the soup that was on the stove. He looked over at Sara, his Sara. He face was starting to regain some of it color. He knew that she was going through a lot, and he didn't want to make things any worse. He wanted a child, but never found the time for a relationship, since he was in love with his work. He didn't think that he could divide his heart and time between work and a wife. The thought of a child brought a smile to his face. He would have the chance to see all the "firsts" that his father had missed out on. First steps, words, first day of school, college graduation. "Hey, if you keep stirring like that, the noodles will start to disintegrate." Sara said, waking Grissom from his daydream. He looked down to see that the noodles had started to break apart. "You look beat, why don't you lay down for a while, and I'll wake you when dinner's ready." Griss suggested. Sara nodded in reply as she walked toward her couch. As soon as her head hit the cushions, she was fast asleep. He walked into her bedroom and retrieved a blanket. As he tucked her in, Grissom planted a soft kiss on her forehead. He had to stop himself from staring at her for too long. She looked so peaceful. He wanted to know if she was carrying his child, but he wasn't going to pressure her in any way. Grissom could see all of the tension fade from Sara's face. He was relieved to see that she was actually sleeping, for the past couple of days she looked like death warmed over. He slowly turned away, and continued with dinner.
Well. what did you think? Let me know (pretty please( ) Bianca