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time to time so that I can write stories. CSI is property of Anthony
Zuicker 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
The past few months had passed so quickly that they were a blur to Grissom. Sara, the love of his life, the woman who had taught him to love and be love was now four months pregnant and starting to show. Thankfully the morning sickness had ended, but now he had to deal with the constant hormonal changes and funky cravings. He kept telling himself that "this is normal. These changes are normal. I'll just have to deal with them." However, even Gil Grissom, possibly the most scientific and rational person in Las Vegas could not comprehend how sardines dipped in chocolate syrup; served with a cold glass of apple juice was delicious.
"I don't understand how you can eat that?" Grissom asked while trying not to look at Sara's face. "I can't either. I just want to eat it. Ok, is that all right with you? Do I need you permission to eat now?" Sara practically screamed the last part of the sentence, before bursting into tears. "Sara, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you upset." Gil tried to hug her, but Sara pulled away from him and ran upstairs. He started to go after her, but was stopped in his tracks by the resounding thud of the bedroom door slamming shut. All Grissom could do was shake his head. No matter what he did, nothing was right. He would rub her back to hard or the dishes would be put away wrong. He had to get out of the house before Mt. Saint Sara erupted again.
The pregnancy was starting to wear on him. Grissom was doing things that were completely against the norm for him. Being in public places, although it was only to the hospital for doctor's appointment and Lamaze class, it was not his normal work, home, back to work routine. Gil didn't want to admit it, but he actually enjoyed being with Sara when he heard his child's heartbeat for the first time, or seeing him or her on the sonogram. Those times made his heart stop beating, and Sara had to wipe a single tear from his cheek. Grissom had never been so happy in his entire life. Now he found himself in another unusual place, a toy store. The last time he was in a store like this was when he brought Lindsay a chemistry set for her birthday. He went down isle after isle; not knowing what he was looking for, basically he was just wasting time until he felt that Sara had calm down enough to let him back into the house.
He came across the baby isle; cribs in different shapes and sizes, fifty million different strollers and car seats. He never knew that a child needed so much stuff just to be safe and survive. Something caught his eye. One stuffed animal, a teddy bear. He reached out and picked it up. It felt so soft against his rugged, aged hands. It reminded him of the way that Sara's cheek felt first thing in the morning, which is possibly the only time that he could touch her without starting a screaming or crying spree, since she was still asleep. It hurt him so much that Sara had to cut down her hours due to the fact that she was tired all of the time. No one could explain why, it was something that they would have to learn to deal with. Maybe that's why she was upset, because she was being kept from what she loved most, her job. Gil walked to the cash register and paid for the stuffed animal. 'Maybe this will get me back into her good graces,' he thought to himself.
Gil entered the house like he would any crime scene, with trepidation that Sara might be lurking behind a corner with a frying pan, ready to strike for something that he might have done wrong. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he realized that she was upstairs, probably taking another nap. He grabbed a piece of paper from a note pad and scribbled a short note, took the teddy bear out of the bag and walked upstairs.
Sara had heard the door open. It was him, the devil. The man that had caused her to throw up half of her body weight, sleep countless numbers of hours only to feel like crap when she woke up, and because of this she had to become a part-time C.S.I. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. She wanted to go to work, but knew that she would not be able to be at her best, and it was all his fault. She heard the bedroom door open and was waiting for him to come in, but all she saw was a teddy bear, with a note in his arms. "I'm sorry." It was the sweetest thing that anyone had ever done for her. Gil slowly entered the room hoping that he was forgiven, and he was. The smile on her face said everything. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her.
"I'm sorry, Sara for whatever I have done or will do." "No, Gil, I am the one who should be sorry. I didn't know that my hormones would be this crazy. I've been taking my frustrations out on you, and for that I'm sorry." She said as she leaned in and kissed his lips. He laid down next to her so that he head was resting on her growing belly. Sara slowly began to run her long, slender fingers through his curly hair.
"I hope our child has your hair." "Why?" "I don't know. I hated my hair when I was younger. I was just there. I could never do anything with it." "I hated my hair when I was a child." Sara couldn't believe what she was hearing. Grissom was actually opening up about his childhood. "I looked like I had a small poodle on my head when it was humid." They both laughed something that they had not done together in a while.
Well, hoped you like it. Short, sweet and straight to the point. Don't kill me because I had Sara go part-time. This leaves me more chances to have Griss take care of her! This was easier to write than the last chapter. I don't know why. I'll try to get another chapter up sometime this week, but don't hold your breath, you might turn blue. B
The past few months had passed so quickly that they were a blur to Grissom. Sara, the love of his life, the woman who had taught him to love and be love was now four months pregnant and starting to show. Thankfully the morning sickness had ended, but now he had to deal with the constant hormonal changes and funky cravings. He kept telling himself that "this is normal. These changes are normal. I'll just have to deal with them." However, even Gil Grissom, possibly the most scientific and rational person in Las Vegas could not comprehend how sardines dipped in chocolate syrup; served with a cold glass of apple juice was delicious.
"I don't understand how you can eat that?" Grissom asked while trying not to look at Sara's face. "I can't either. I just want to eat it. Ok, is that all right with you? Do I need you permission to eat now?" Sara practically screamed the last part of the sentence, before bursting into tears. "Sara, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you upset." Gil tried to hug her, but Sara pulled away from him and ran upstairs. He started to go after her, but was stopped in his tracks by the resounding thud of the bedroom door slamming shut. All Grissom could do was shake his head. No matter what he did, nothing was right. He would rub her back to hard or the dishes would be put away wrong. He had to get out of the house before Mt. Saint Sara erupted again.
The pregnancy was starting to wear on him. Grissom was doing things that were completely against the norm for him. Being in public places, although it was only to the hospital for doctor's appointment and Lamaze class, it was not his normal work, home, back to work routine. Gil didn't want to admit it, but he actually enjoyed being with Sara when he heard his child's heartbeat for the first time, or seeing him or her on the sonogram. Those times made his heart stop beating, and Sara had to wipe a single tear from his cheek. Grissom had never been so happy in his entire life. Now he found himself in another unusual place, a toy store. The last time he was in a store like this was when he brought Lindsay a chemistry set for her birthday. He went down isle after isle; not knowing what he was looking for, basically he was just wasting time until he felt that Sara had calm down enough to let him back into the house.
He came across the baby isle; cribs in different shapes and sizes, fifty million different strollers and car seats. He never knew that a child needed so much stuff just to be safe and survive. Something caught his eye. One stuffed animal, a teddy bear. He reached out and picked it up. It felt so soft against his rugged, aged hands. It reminded him of the way that Sara's cheek felt first thing in the morning, which is possibly the only time that he could touch her without starting a screaming or crying spree, since she was still asleep. It hurt him so much that Sara had to cut down her hours due to the fact that she was tired all of the time. No one could explain why, it was something that they would have to learn to deal with. Maybe that's why she was upset, because she was being kept from what she loved most, her job. Gil walked to the cash register and paid for the stuffed animal. 'Maybe this will get me back into her good graces,' he thought to himself.
Gil entered the house like he would any crime scene, with trepidation that Sara might be lurking behind a corner with a frying pan, ready to strike for something that he might have done wrong. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he realized that she was upstairs, probably taking another nap. He grabbed a piece of paper from a note pad and scribbled a short note, took the teddy bear out of the bag and walked upstairs.
Sara had heard the door open. It was him, the devil. The man that had caused her to throw up half of her body weight, sleep countless numbers of hours only to feel like crap when she woke up, and because of this she had to become a part-time C.S.I. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. She wanted to go to work, but knew that she would not be able to be at her best, and it was all his fault. She heard the bedroom door open and was waiting for him to come in, but all she saw was a teddy bear, with a note in his arms. "I'm sorry." It was the sweetest thing that anyone had ever done for her. Gil slowly entered the room hoping that he was forgiven, and he was. The smile on her face said everything. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her.
"I'm sorry, Sara for whatever I have done or will do." "No, Gil, I am the one who should be sorry. I didn't know that my hormones would be this crazy. I've been taking my frustrations out on you, and for that I'm sorry." She said as she leaned in and kissed his lips. He laid down next to her so that he head was resting on her growing belly. Sara slowly began to run her long, slender fingers through his curly hair.
"I hope our child has your hair." "Why?" "I don't know. I hated my hair when I was younger. I was just there. I could never do anything with it." "I hated my hair when I was a child." Sara couldn't believe what she was hearing. Grissom was actually opening up about his childhood. "I looked like I had a small poodle on my head when it was humid." They both laughed something that they had not done together in a while.
Well, hoped you like it. Short, sweet and straight to the point. Don't kill me because I had Sara go part-time. This leaves me more chances to have Griss take care of her! This was easier to write than the last chapter. I don't know why. I'll try to get another chapter up sometime this week, but don't hold your breath, you might turn blue. B