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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
If it wasn't one thing, it was another. He thought that things could only get better, instead, they got worse. First it was the morning sickness, then the mood swings that could make a Navy Seal surrender, and just when he thought he saw a ray of sunshine peak through the rain clouds over head; the baby began to move.
Yes, this was a joyous occasion, and he would spend hours at night with his hand gingerly caressing her swollen abdomen, awaiting a sign of movement from his son or daughter. However, it was this same bundle of joy that was creating sleepless nights and countless hours of whining from its mother. Sure Grissom tried to ignore her a few times, but that ended with him spending a couple of nights on the couch.
"Gil. Gil, wake up." Sara knew that he was awake, but wasn't listening. "Don't make me have to." "Ok, I'm up, what do you need, want, whatever."
"Why are you so cranky?" "Maybe it's because I worked for 72 hours without any sleep and was just awoken by a jab to the ribs from the mother of my child. Is that a good enough reason?" "I guess it will have to do, anyway stop trying to change the subject. My feet hurt." "I'm very sorry," he said as he rolled onto his stomach.
Sara was not impressed at all, her feet hurt, it was his fault and he must pay. "My feet hurt," she emphasized once more. Sara was shocked, damn near mortified to hear soft snores coming from the other side of the bed. "Gil, my feet hurt," she yelled. He felt as if he was struck by lighting. "Ok, ok." He slowly lifted onto his elbows, and propped himself up against the pillows. Sara delightedly placed her ankles in his lap. He began to massage her feet, the unspoken task. He could tell that she was enjoying herself.
Her head lay against the head board as soft moans escaped from lips, a light smile crept across her face. Soon, Gil realized that Sara had fallen asleep. He turned and glanced at the clock, realizing that if he was lucky, he could get 4 hours of sleep before the graveyard shift started.
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He looked like hell. Everyone in CSI was trying to figure out what happened. Had he slept on the couch, or better yet on the front porch? No one asked. No one had the guts to. In reality, Gil Grissom looked like the male gorilla in the zoo that no other gorillas wanted to be in close proximity to, for fear of being torn limb from limb just fro staring at him a little too long.
Catherine, Nick, Warrick, and Greg all observed from a far. No one wanted ask the question, each one of them wanted to live to see tomorrow. Catherine had had enough. The shift had started a half hour ago and now assignments had been handed out.
"Gil, if you like we can all go home for a day off, or you can give us something to do. The choice is ultimately yours." She waited for a response, but got none. Something was not himself. Sure Sara's pregnancy had gotten the better of him, but he always bounced back. She had never seen him like this.
"Catherine, I woke up 45 minutes ago. Please shoot me." "Gil, it's going to be ok." "No, just take me out back and shot me, you know how to make it look like an accident, just. I can't go home. I just can't. If it's not one thing, it's another. Either her feet hurt or it's her back. I want ice cream, but if it's the wrong kind. I have to go back, she just can't settle for the ice cream. I don't know what to do anymore. Nothing I do is right." Catherine had never seen him like this before, not on a case not ever. She did not know how to help him. He was always strong, knew the answers to all of her questions, and the way out of any sticky situation. "Gil, go in your office and sleep. I'll hand out the assignments, and if anyone asks, you're doing paper work."
Thanks Catherine, you're an angel. He went in his office, closed the door behind him, sat in his chair, put his head on his desk and swiftly fell asleep.
A/N: I'm back!!! I'm out of school and looking for a job, so basically I have some time on my hands, so I will finish the story, and in a timely manner. I wrote this during the Emmy's. George Eads looks so good!!!! Please review, give me ideas and thanks to you know who for lighting a fire under my butt. Thanks B.
If it wasn't one thing, it was another. He thought that things could only get better, instead, they got worse. First it was the morning sickness, then the mood swings that could make a Navy Seal surrender, and just when he thought he saw a ray of sunshine peak through the rain clouds over head; the baby began to move.
Yes, this was a joyous occasion, and he would spend hours at night with his hand gingerly caressing her swollen abdomen, awaiting a sign of movement from his son or daughter. However, it was this same bundle of joy that was creating sleepless nights and countless hours of whining from its mother. Sure Grissom tried to ignore her a few times, but that ended with him spending a couple of nights on the couch.
"Gil. Gil, wake up." Sara knew that he was awake, but wasn't listening. "Don't make me have to." "Ok, I'm up, what do you need, want, whatever."
"Why are you so cranky?" "Maybe it's because I worked for 72 hours without any sleep and was just awoken by a jab to the ribs from the mother of my child. Is that a good enough reason?" "I guess it will have to do, anyway stop trying to change the subject. My feet hurt." "I'm very sorry," he said as he rolled onto his stomach.
Sara was not impressed at all, her feet hurt, it was his fault and he must pay. "My feet hurt," she emphasized once more. Sara was shocked, damn near mortified to hear soft snores coming from the other side of the bed. "Gil, my feet hurt," she yelled. He felt as if he was struck by lighting. "Ok, ok." He slowly lifted onto his elbows, and propped himself up against the pillows. Sara delightedly placed her ankles in his lap. He began to massage her feet, the unspoken task. He could tell that she was enjoying herself.
Her head lay against the head board as soft moans escaped from lips, a light smile crept across her face. Soon, Gil realized that Sara had fallen asleep. He turned and glanced at the clock, realizing that if he was lucky, he could get 4 hours of sleep before the graveyard shift started.
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He looked like hell. Everyone in CSI was trying to figure out what happened. Had he slept on the couch, or better yet on the front porch? No one asked. No one had the guts to. In reality, Gil Grissom looked like the male gorilla in the zoo that no other gorillas wanted to be in close proximity to, for fear of being torn limb from limb just fro staring at him a little too long.
Catherine, Nick, Warrick, and Greg all observed from a far. No one wanted ask the question, each one of them wanted to live to see tomorrow. Catherine had had enough. The shift had started a half hour ago and now assignments had been handed out.
"Gil, if you like we can all go home for a day off, or you can give us something to do. The choice is ultimately yours." She waited for a response, but got none. Something was not himself. Sure Sara's pregnancy had gotten the better of him, but he always bounced back. She had never seen him like this.
"Catherine, I woke up 45 minutes ago. Please shoot me." "Gil, it's going to be ok." "No, just take me out back and shot me, you know how to make it look like an accident, just. I can't go home. I just can't. If it's not one thing, it's another. Either her feet hurt or it's her back. I want ice cream, but if it's the wrong kind. I have to go back, she just can't settle for the ice cream. I don't know what to do anymore. Nothing I do is right." Catherine had never seen him like this before, not on a case not ever. She did not know how to help him. He was always strong, knew the answers to all of her questions, and the way out of any sticky situation. "Gil, go in your office and sleep. I'll hand out the assignments, and if anyone asks, you're doing paper work."
Thanks Catherine, you're an angel. He went in his office, closed the door behind him, sat in his chair, put his head on his desk and swiftly fell asleep.
A/N: I'm back!!! I'm out of school and looking for a job, so basically I have some time on my hands, so I will finish the story, and in a timely manner. I wrote this during the Emmy's. George Eads looks so good!!!! Please review, give me ideas and thanks to you know who for lighting a fire under my butt. Thanks B.