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Gil didn't want to wake her. She looked so peaceful, like an angel. He knew that he needed to wake her so that she could eat; to keep her strength up, not just for her, but for her unborn child as well.
"Sara, wake up sweetheart." Gil whispered as her gently rubbed her shoulder. Sara slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to see who was looking back at her. She didn't remember, or did she? The past few hours were a complete blur. She took the test, she got sick; someone rubbed her back. Grissom, it was Grissom who was there. Did he see the test? She sat straight up, which stunned Gil and caused Sara to feel light headed. She covered her eyes with her hands as Grissom laid her back on the couch.
"Take it easy, I wouldn't want you fainting on me." Grissom said with a small smile. Sara returned the smile. As she stared into his eyes, she noticed that he was staring at her stomach. He knew. Oh God, he knew. He knew that this was his child, their child.
"Sara, what is it?" Gil questioned as he saw the perplexed. She wanted to tell him, to let the words run freely from her mouth, but they stopped abruptly at the tip of her tongue. She felt the tears start to fall from her eyes, followed by an unknown sensation. Grissom's hand cupped her cheek, and his thumb gently wiped away her tears.
"I'm pregnant." She whispered, hoping that he heard the words so that she wouldn't have to say them again. She waited for his reaction. Would he smile at her, or reprimand her for not being the meticulously cautious person he had known for years?
He lovingly looked into her eyes and said only two words, "I know." He had seen the test. One less hurdle for Sara to jump through, but the next step would be like climbing a steel wall covered in olive oil. As Sara contemplated how she was going to break the news to him, Gil daydreamed about what Sara would be like as a mother. She would be good, just like she is at everything else that she does, but nothing in his years of experience at C.S.I., college, or kindergarten could prepare him mentally and emotionally for what happened next.
"It's yours."
Gil was stunned to say the least. He felt the air around him get thin, and had to sit down. He stared out into nothing, trying to piece together how this had happened. The Tahoe. What was he going to do, how was he going to tell Sara about his condition. He had feelings that the child was his, but nothing could prepare him for the reality of it all and; what the next nine months held in store for the both of them.
"Gil, Gil. Are you ok?" Sara asked. The silence had finally driven her crazy. She needed to know that he was thinking, what he was feeling. Grissom slowly turned his head toward her as a single tear fell to the ground. This was all Sara needed to see. She slowly sat up, and brought him closer to her. They sat and embraced each other for what seemed like hours.
"Sara?" "Yes, Gil?" "Thank you." "What are you thanking me for?" Sara realized that she seldom knew what was going through the mind of the man who was sitting in front of her. "For making my dreams come true." Sara could only smile. There was so much that she didn't know about him. She had no way of knowing that Gil wanted children. Sara always thought that his tarantula and butterflies were his kids. Grissom got up and walked toward the kitchen. "Now, how about that soup."
Grissom had told Sara to take a couple of days off so that she could get her strength up. She had tried to get out of it, but Grissom stood firm. He had spent the night at her apartment so that he could help her in any way necessary. It was the most that he could do, since she was constantly tired and nauseous all day. He wanted to be with her every step of the way; doctor's appointments, Lamaze classes, even shopping for things that their child would need. Their child. He was still getting used to the idea of being a parent, but he couldn't wait for the baby to be born. Before going into work, he stopped at a local convenient store, which was completely out of character for him. As he waited in line to pay for his coffee, he noticed a book on one of the racks. "101 Baby Names." He smiled and without a second guess he laid the book on the counter along side his coffee.
As soon as Grissom walked into C.S.I., Nick noticed that something was different about Gil. "Is there a bounce in his step?" Nick asked himself. He quickly dismissed the idea as looked out the window. "No pigs flying, then it must be me." Warrick walked out of the locker room and into the hallway a few feet away from Nick.
"Yo. Warrick, can I ask you something?" Nick questioned. "Have you seen Griss tonight?" "No. Why? Is there something going on that I should know about?" "Nothing. I just thought that he was a little more bouncier than usual." Warrick stared at Nick. He could not believe what he just heard. "Did you get enough sleep? You might still be dreaming." Warrick laughed. Nick soon joined in. "I guess, but I'm going to get the bottom of this. Something is definitely going on." "Have you seen Sara, we have to finish up a report, and I don't want to do it alone. Like last night." "No, but I am going to talk to someone who might know." Nick playfully slapped Warrick on the back and walked towards Grissom's office. He knocked on the office door, but there was no answer. He slowly peeked inside the door frame, and almost hit the floor when he saw what Grissom was reading. "A baby name book. Why would Grissom, be." The thoughts flashed through Nick's mind like tiny electrical impulses. Grissom got some last night. Nick smiled at the thought. "Finally Griss can step down from his position as president of the "No Sex Club."
"How long have you been standing there?" Grissom forcefully asked. "I knocked, but you didn't hear me. Obviously you were a little distracted." Nick replied, pointing to the book in Grissom's hands. "Who's the lucky lady?"
Grissom felt the sudden urge to tell someone. He wanted everyone to know that he was going to be a father, and with Sara, the woman of his dreams. He could shout the news from the roof tops if he could. But what would Sara think? Maybe she didn't want people to know right now. Gil felt like Nick was his son, and that he had an obligation to inform Nick of his current life situation.
"Sara." Gil whispered. Nick looked like he had walked in on his parents having sex. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "That would explain why Sara ran out last night, she was sick." Nick pondered out loud. Grissom nodded. "I guess congratulations are in order. I have to go meet up with Catherine. There's a car in the garage with our names on in." "Thanks, Nick, and if I hear that anyone besides the two people in this room know about Sara's pregnancy, I'm coming after you with poisonous spiders in hand. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir" Nick answered as he practically ran to the garage.
Gil picked up the phone and hastily dialed the numbers. "Hello." Sara mumbled." "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" "No, I was just lying down. My stomach has been doing back flips all night." "I'll make sure that I pick up something that may help you." "You don't have to do that. It gets better as the day goes on." "It's the least that I can do." "I'll be home before you know it." "At your town house?" Grissom had to laugh. Since last night he thought of Sara's apartment as theirs. But he didn't like the location. It was good for a workaholic C.S.I. for was never home anyway, but it was no place to raise a family." "Pack a few things in a bag. I'll pick you up and take you home." "Home, where? Grissom I don't understand." "I want you to live with me Sara. So that I can be with you, right next to you. To be at your beck and call. I want you to live like a princess, not only for the next nine months, but for the rest of your life." All Sara could do was cry.
Well, what do think? Thanks for all the great reviews. I was going to wait awhile to put out this chapter, but you were begging for more so I delivered. Thanks to Katherine T. for the idea about the baby name book. I thought it was so good, that I had to put it in. If anyone else has ideas, just let me know. Thanks sooooooooooooo much for all the reviews. You guys rock!!! B
Gil didn't want to wake her. She looked so peaceful, like an angel. He knew that he needed to wake her so that she could eat; to keep her strength up, not just for her, but for her unborn child as well.
"Sara, wake up sweetheart." Gil whispered as her gently rubbed her shoulder. Sara slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to see who was looking back at her. She didn't remember, or did she? The past few hours were a complete blur. She took the test, she got sick; someone rubbed her back. Grissom, it was Grissom who was there. Did he see the test? She sat straight up, which stunned Gil and caused Sara to feel light headed. She covered her eyes with her hands as Grissom laid her back on the couch.
"Take it easy, I wouldn't want you fainting on me." Grissom said with a small smile. Sara returned the smile. As she stared into his eyes, she noticed that he was staring at her stomach. He knew. Oh God, he knew. He knew that this was his child, their child.
"Sara, what is it?" Gil questioned as he saw the perplexed. She wanted to tell him, to let the words run freely from her mouth, but they stopped abruptly at the tip of her tongue. She felt the tears start to fall from her eyes, followed by an unknown sensation. Grissom's hand cupped her cheek, and his thumb gently wiped away her tears.
"I'm pregnant." She whispered, hoping that he heard the words so that she wouldn't have to say them again. She waited for his reaction. Would he smile at her, or reprimand her for not being the meticulously cautious person he had known for years?
He lovingly looked into her eyes and said only two words, "I know." He had seen the test. One less hurdle for Sara to jump through, but the next step would be like climbing a steel wall covered in olive oil. As Sara contemplated how she was going to break the news to him, Gil daydreamed about what Sara would be like as a mother. She would be good, just like she is at everything else that she does, but nothing in his years of experience at C.S.I., college, or kindergarten could prepare him mentally and emotionally for what happened next.
"It's yours."
Gil was stunned to say the least. He felt the air around him get thin, and had to sit down. He stared out into nothing, trying to piece together how this had happened. The Tahoe. What was he going to do, how was he going to tell Sara about his condition. He had feelings that the child was his, but nothing could prepare him for the reality of it all and; what the next nine months held in store for the both of them.
"Gil, Gil. Are you ok?" Sara asked. The silence had finally driven her crazy. She needed to know that he was thinking, what he was feeling. Grissom slowly turned his head toward her as a single tear fell to the ground. This was all Sara needed to see. She slowly sat up, and brought him closer to her. They sat and embraced each other for what seemed like hours.
"Sara?" "Yes, Gil?" "Thank you." "What are you thanking me for?" Sara realized that she seldom knew what was going through the mind of the man who was sitting in front of her. "For making my dreams come true." Sara could only smile. There was so much that she didn't know about him. She had no way of knowing that Gil wanted children. Sara always thought that his tarantula and butterflies were his kids. Grissom got up and walked toward the kitchen. "Now, how about that soup."
Grissom had told Sara to take a couple of days off so that she could get her strength up. She had tried to get out of it, but Grissom stood firm. He had spent the night at her apartment so that he could help her in any way necessary. It was the most that he could do, since she was constantly tired and nauseous all day. He wanted to be with her every step of the way; doctor's appointments, Lamaze classes, even shopping for things that their child would need. Their child. He was still getting used to the idea of being a parent, but he couldn't wait for the baby to be born. Before going into work, he stopped at a local convenient store, which was completely out of character for him. As he waited in line to pay for his coffee, he noticed a book on one of the racks. "101 Baby Names." He smiled and without a second guess he laid the book on the counter along side his coffee.
As soon as Grissom walked into C.S.I., Nick noticed that something was different about Gil. "Is there a bounce in his step?" Nick asked himself. He quickly dismissed the idea as looked out the window. "No pigs flying, then it must be me." Warrick walked out of the locker room and into the hallway a few feet away from Nick.
"Yo. Warrick, can I ask you something?" Nick questioned. "Have you seen Griss tonight?" "No. Why? Is there something going on that I should know about?" "Nothing. I just thought that he was a little more bouncier than usual." Warrick stared at Nick. He could not believe what he just heard. "Did you get enough sleep? You might still be dreaming." Warrick laughed. Nick soon joined in. "I guess, but I'm going to get the bottom of this. Something is definitely going on." "Have you seen Sara, we have to finish up a report, and I don't want to do it alone. Like last night." "No, but I am going to talk to someone who might know." Nick playfully slapped Warrick on the back and walked towards Grissom's office. He knocked on the office door, but there was no answer. He slowly peeked inside the door frame, and almost hit the floor when he saw what Grissom was reading. "A baby name book. Why would Grissom, be." The thoughts flashed through Nick's mind like tiny electrical impulses. Grissom got some last night. Nick smiled at the thought. "Finally Griss can step down from his position as president of the "No Sex Club."
"How long have you been standing there?" Grissom forcefully asked. "I knocked, but you didn't hear me. Obviously you were a little distracted." Nick replied, pointing to the book in Grissom's hands. "Who's the lucky lady?"
Grissom felt the sudden urge to tell someone. He wanted everyone to know that he was going to be a father, and with Sara, the woman of his dreams. He could shout the news from the roof tops if he could. But what would Sara think? Maybe she didn't want people to know right now. Gil felt like Nick was his son, and that he had an obligation to inform Nick of his current life situation.
"Sara." Gil whispered. Nick looked like he had walked in on his parents having sex. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "That would explain why Sara ran out last night, she was sick." Nick pondered out loud. Grissom nodded. "I guess congratulations are in order. I have to go meet up with Catherine. There's a car in the garage with our names on in." "Thanks, Nick, and if I hear that anyone besides the two people in this room know about Sara's pregnancy, I'm coming after you with poisonous spiders in hand. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir" Nick answered as he practically ran to the garage.
Gil picked up the phone and hastily dialed the numbers. "Hello." Sara mumbled." "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" "No, I was just lying down. My stomach has been doing back flips all night." "I'll make sure that I pick up something that may help you." "You don't have to do that. It gets better as the day goes on." "It's the least that I can do." "I'll be home before you know it." "At your town house?" Grissom had to laugh. Since last night he thought of Sara's apartment as theirs. But he didn't like the location. It was good for a workaholic C.S.I. for was never home anyway, but it was no place to raise a family." "Pack a few things in a bag. I'll pick you up and take you home." "Home, where? Grissom I don't understand." "I want you to live with me Sara. So that I can be with you, right next to you. To be at your beck and call. I want you to live like a princess, not only for the next nine months, but for the rest of your life." All Sara could do was cry.
Well, what do think? Thanks for all the great reviews. I was going to wait awhile to put out this chapter, but you were begging for more so I delivered. Thanks to Katherine T. for the idea about the baby name book. I thought it was so good, that I had to put it in. If anyone else has ideas, just let me know. Thanks sooooooooooooo much for all the reviews. You guys rock!!! B