Chapter 3
Grissom lay on his back. His head turned as it lay on his right arm. His left rest over his stomach. The sheet stops at his waist, revealing his muscular torso to the observer lying beside him. Her eyes travelled down his body and back again. She reached up and brushed his greying hair back gently. He didn't stir and she smiled at his tiredness. It was nearing 5 in the evening, which meant they had been in bed the whole day. They finished work at 7 in the morning and Grissom turned up on her doorstep at 8. She smiled to herself and turned onto her stomach to bury her head in the pillow. Although she was tired, she was still trying to grasp the fact that Grissom was in her home, her bed and was the first to make a move after all the avoidance and coldness towards her.
Time was getting on and was nearing time for work. Grissom moved slowly as he registered where he was and once he realised where, he opened his eyes and groggily looked over at Sara who had her head face down into her pillow. She had fallen asleep like that, he could tell with her shallow breathing. He knew this wasn't the wisest of moves, but he couldn't stop himself. He knew he needed to talk to her about what happened, but didn't want to spoil the moment.
Pushing the thoughts back into the far recesses of his mind, he shifted closer to the sleeping brunette and wrapped his arm around her naked body and rest his head near hers. She moaned lightly and turned her head towards him. He looked up as her eyes fluttered open and smiled as she did. He leaned forward and kissed her lips tenderly.
"Evening." He whispered resting his forehead against hers. Sara turned her body and snuggled closer to him. He was obviously wanting to forget about why this wasn't supposed to happen and she was going to help him forget, even if it was for a short while.
"We've got to work." She mumbled into his chest. Her fingers drawing shapes over his spine, causing him to shiver.
Nodding silently, he pulled her closer. After half an hour of storing away soft caresses and light touches as they held onto each other, never wanting to return to reality and trying to prolong their time, he pulled back slightly and kissed her nose. "Sara."
She smiled and shook her head. "It's ok Griss." She assured. "At least I wont have to wonder or dream anymore about what it would feel like."
Grissom's eyes showed his sadness and Sara cupped his cheek. He nodded and sighed. "I hope you still dream." His eyes told her he would stay here forever if he could.
Sara brushed her thumb over his cheekbone and grinned. "I will." His smile was gorgeous and Sara had to kiss him passionately to try and taste the smile. He didn't smile often and she so needed to know what made such a heart shattering smile break through his wall. Although they both knew it was because of what happened and they both knew that neither would regret it. They knew what was going on from the beginning. No alcohol or drug influences, no anger, just two people needing to feel something else other than the cruel world around them.
^*^*^
Back on track with present time
The shift ended and Catherine was still processing the infant cases. The blood and fibre's were a wash. Nothing came back from DNA or trace that would put Taker in jail, so he was let out on bail. Nick and Warrick weren't told why Sara was taken off the case, but they trusted Grissom and Catherine and got on with trying to find hard evidence to nail Taker to the jail wall.
Sara had gone home before they got back to the lab. She was tired and crawled back into bed, but still couldn't sleep. She lay on her back and covered her stomach with both her hands. Trying to think about the baby was fun, but she couldn't help think about what Taker had said. She pulled her pillow over her head and tried to sleep, but had one hand covering her stomach in an attempt to protect the baby. Suddenly she felt something warm over her hand. She knew that hand and the heat emanating from her side. She smiled and pulled her head from the pillow.
"I didn't hear you."
Grissom chuckled. "With a pillow over your head, I wouldn't have thought so." He rubbed her hand gently and snuggled closer to her.
Sara smiled and shook her head. "You are not sleeping in this bed." He mock pouted at her. "Your current state of dress is forbidden if you want to sleep here."
Smirking as he stood. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and shredded it to the floor. Moving to his pants, Sara knelt in front of him on the edge of the bed. She grasped his hands as she locked eyes with him. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. Sara's fingers unbuckled his belt, button and zipper. She pushed his pants down. Grissom stepped out of the clothing and pushed her back onto the bed. Once he lay over her, he smiled lovingly into her eyes. His eyes dance over her face as she played with his salt and pepper curls. Their eyes never left each other's as Sara pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She ran her hands lightly over his chest and smiled mischievously as he shivered at her touch.
^*^*^
Grissom tightened his hold on Sara and kissed her neck. She moaned lightly in her sleep and pushed back into his body. The sun began to lower in the sky, ready for those who work the day to head home and those who work the night to get up.
Sara shifted slightly as Grissom's hand brushed over her flat stomach. She covered his hand and turned onto her back. Grissom kissed her lips softly as her eyes fluttered open. "Hey." She whispered sleepily.
His blue eyes smiled down at her. "Get enough sleep?" He asked quietly.
Sara stretched out against the length of his body and yawned. "Mmmm."
Grissom chuckled and pulled her closer. "Have you talked to the doctor yet?"
Opening her eyes fully in thought, she wrapped her arms around his torso and snuggled her head against his chest. "About the baby?"
"Yes." He murmured into her hair.
"Mm-hm." She replied.
Grissom sighed and lightly ran his fingertips over her spine. She shivered and giggled as she tried to pull her back from his hand. "You awake yet?"
Sara relaxed as his fingers seized their attack and began drawing lazy patterns over her skin. "About the baby?"
"You want me to ask again?" He asked on a long exhale.
"Nope." She quipped. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled. "Everything is fine. I'll book an appointment with my doctor tomorrow morning." She promised at the stern look he gave her. Sara brought her hand up to trace his cheek bone. "I was preoccupied this morning."
He smirked and kissed her gently. "Time for work." He murmured against her lips.
Sara groaned in frustration and pulled away. "I hate work."
Grissom raised his eyebrows at her bare back. "Can you repeat that for me?"
She huffed and climbed out of bed. "I hate work." She repeated quietly.
Following her to the bathroom, he stopped behind her as she turned the shower on. "You want to stay at home?" He asked sadly, his eyes following her spine and his fingers.
Sara stepped backwards and leaned against his chest. His arms came up to wrap around her waist. "I'm tired that's all." She mumbled.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into her ear.
Covering his hands with hers, she tilted her head to rest on his shoulder. "What for? It's this baby stuff that's making me tired, not you. well part of you maybe." She giggled at the last bit and sank further into his warmth.
"Can I join you?" He asked, looking at the shower.
Sara turned and pulled on his hands. "You don't need to ask." He smiled and let her pull him to her as they stopped under the spray.
^*^*^
Grissom sat in the DNA lab, looking through slides and result reports. Greg had gone to eat and Grissom decided to get things himself. Greg didn't mind as long as nothing was moved or broken. Grissom gave the lab tech a stern glare and Greg turned and high tailed it out of the lab.
Sitting back from looking into the microscope, he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. His brain was going so fast, his concentration was starting to lag. Looking down at his hands, he stretched them out and balled them up into a fist before releasing them again. Wrinkles were all he could see. His heart was pounding in his chest when he thought about being a father. He wanted to be around while he or she grew up, but he knew he was nearing 50 and time wasn't going to stop for him to enjoy his child growing up.
Leaning on his elbows, he stared at the white lab table and pulled his glasses on. He then took them off and put them back on the table. He breathed in and held it for a few seconds before letting it out. He was going to be a dad in nine months and he kept thinking about all the things that could happen between now and then. It was a long time, but it was also a short time.
Looking at it from different views, he couldn't wait to hold the little person he helped create. He was happy, but sad at the same time. Sara hadn't talked much about being pregnant since she told him. Would she have ever told him? He thought suddenly. What if she didn't go to the hospital, could she have lost the baby and kept that hidden from him as well.
He shook his head at the absurd mental conversation. She wouldn't hide things. Sara wouldn't keep something that important from him. They were closer than they were before she kicked a dent into his car and since they spent the day together. Everything had changed, but only to Sara, Catherine and him. They were the only ones that knew, apart from the doctors. What if Sara didn't want the others to know that he was the father? What if she decided not to have the baby?
His face fell even more as he dropped his head into his hands. 'This is a nightmare.' He grumbled silently to himself.
^*^*^
Sara had been watching him closely. She had a feeling what he was thinking and could see the worries in his eyes and his face. Was he upset about the baby? About her? Did he not want the baby now?
She looked down at the floor and turned to walk away. Maybe he's changed his mind and doesn't know what to do. Maybe he just wants to get back to normal and forget this ever happened.
Stopping by the locker room door, Sara looked back down the hallway. She could see him through the glass. He put his glasses back on and got back to work.
This morning was wonderful and very intimate. He was so gently with her, careful, soft and loving, but she saw the facial expressions fly over his face with each thought. She'd never seen that before. It scared her more than she thought it would.
Her stomach and chest were aching and she knew she needed to calm down. Taking a few shaky breathes, she grabbed her coat and got a lift home from Nicky. He was happy that she was doing ok since the suspect attacked her. Sara tried to correct him, but he just smiled and waved at her before driving off.
^*^*^
Catherine strolled into the bosses office with a smile plastered across her face. She closed the door lightly and watched as Grissom looked up from his paperwork. "Hey dad. How you feeling today?"
Grissom smiled and shook his head. "Great thank you."
Catherine sat down and reached over to pat his hand. "I was wondering what you were going to do now."
The puzzled look he gave, quickly left and he shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'll have to talk to Sara about it. I do have some ideas, but I'm not sure. This is very new for me, so I'm worried."
Catherine smiled. "Of course you are. You want the best for both Sara and the baby, but you want to run things by her first?" He nodded and closed the file that was in front of him. "So, you going to see her after shift?"
Grissom looked up confused, but this time the confusion stayed. "What do you mean? Sara's meeting me here in." He looked at his watch and frowned. "Twenty minutes ago." He then looked up at Catherine with a worried expression. "Has she gone?"
Catherine nodded slowly. "Yeah. She left with Nick. Figured he was giving her lift. Why, what's wrong?" Collecting his things, Grissom headed out to his car.
^*^*^
Grissom lay on his back. His head turned as it lay on his right arm. His left rest over his stomach. The sheet stops at his waist, revealing his muscular torso to the observer lying beside him. Her eyes travelled down his body and back again. She reached up and brushed his greying hair back gently. He didn't stir and she smiled at his tiredness. It was nearing 5 in the evening, which meant they had been in bed the whole day. They finished work at 7 in the morning and Grissom turned up on her doorstep at 8. She smiled to herself and turned onto her stomach to bury her head in the pillow. Although she was tired, she was still trying to grasp the fact that Grissom was in her home, her bed and was the first to make a move after all the avoidance and coldness towards her.
Time was getting on and was nearing time for work. Grissom moved slowly as he registered where he was and once he realised where, he opened his eyes and groggily looked over at Sara who had her head face down into her pillow. She had fallen asleep like that, he could tell with her shallow breathing. He knew this wasn't the wisest of moves, but he couldn't stop himself. He knew he needed to talk to her about what happened, but didn't want to spoil the moment.
Pushing the thoughts back into the far recesses of his mind, he shifted closer to the sleeping brunette and wrapped his arm around her naked body and rest his head near hers. She moaned lightly and turned her head towards him. He looked up as her eyes fluttered open and smiled as she did. He leaned forward and kissed her lips tenderly.
"Evening." He whispered resting his forehead against hers. Sara turned her body and snuggled closer to him. He was obviously wanting to forget about why this wasn't supposed to happen and she was going to help him forget, even if it was for a short while.
"We've got to work." She mumbled into his chest. Her fingers drawing shapes over his spine, causing him to shiver.
Nodding silently, he pulled her closer. After half an hour of storing away soft caresses and light touches as they held onto each other, never wanting to return to reality and trying to prolong their time, he pulled back slightly and kissed her nose. "Sara."
She smiled and shook her head. "It's ok Griss." She assured. "At least I wont have to wonder or dream anymore about what it would feel like."
Grissom's eyes showed his sadness and Sara cupped his cheek. He nodded and sighed. "I hope you still dream." His eyes told her he would stay here forever if he could.
Sara brushed her thumb over his cheekbone and grinned. "I will." His smile was gorgeous and Sara had to kiss him passionately to try and taste the smile. He didn't smile often and she so needed to know what made such a heart shattering smile break through his wall. Although they both knew it was because of what happened and they both knew that neither would regret it. They knew what was going on from the beginning. No alcohol or drug influences, no anger, just two people needing to feel something else other than the cruel world around them.
^*^*^
Back on track with present time
The shift ended and Catherine was still processing the infant cases. The blood and fibre's were a wash. Nothing came back from DNA or trace that would put Taker in jail, so he was let out on bail. Nick and Warrick weren't told why Sara was taken off the case, but they trusted Grissom and Catherine and got on with trying to find hard evidence to nail Taker to the jail wall.
Sara had gone home before they got back to the lab. She was tired and crawled back into bed, but still couldn't sleep. She lay on her back and covered her stomach with both her hands. Trying to think about the baby was fun, but she couldn't help think about what Taker had said. She pulled her pillow over her head and tried to sleep, but had one hand covering her stomach in an attempt to protect the baby. Suddenly she felt something warm over her hand. She knew that hand and the heat emanating from her side. She smiled and pulled her head from the pillow.
"I didn't hear you."
Grissom chuckled. "With a pillow over your head, I wouldn't have thought so." He rubbed her hand gently and snuggled closer to her.
Sara smiled and shook her head. "You are not sleeping in this bed." He mock pouted at her. "Your current state of dress is forbidden if you want to sleep here."
Smirking as he stood. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and shredded it to the floor. Moving to his pants, Sara knelt in front of him on the edge of the bed. She grasped his hands as she locked eyes with him. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. Sara's fingers unbuckled his belt, button and zipper. She pushed his pants down. Grissom stepped out of the clothing and pushed her back onto the bed. Once he lay over her, he smiled lovingly into her eyes. His eyes dance over her face as she played with his salt and pepper curls. Their eyes never left each other's as Sara pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She ran her hands lightly over his chest and smiled mischievously as he shivered at her touch.
^*^*^
Grissom tightened his hold on Sara and kissed her neck. She moaned lightly in her sleep and pushed back into his body. The sun began to lower in the sky, ready for those who work the day to head home and those who work the night to get up.
Sara shifted slightly as Grissom's hand brushed over her flat stomach. She covered his hand and turned onto her back. Grissom kissed her lips softly as her eyes fluttered open. "Hey." She whispered sleepily.
His blue eyes smiled down at her. "Get enough sleep?" He asked quietly.
Sara stretched out against the length of his body and yawned. "Mmmm."
Grissom chuckled and pulled her closer. "Have you talked to the doctor yet?"
Opening her eyes fully in thought, she wrapped her arms around his torso and snuggled her head against his chest. "About the baby?"
"Yes." He murmured into her hair.
"Mm-hm." She replied.
Grissom sighed and lightly ran his fingertips over her spine. She shivered and giggled as she tried to pull her back from his hand. "You awake yet?"
Sara relaxed as his fingers seized their attack and began drawing lazy patterns over her skin. "About the baby?"
"You want me to ask again?" He asked on a long exhale.
"Nope." She quipped. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled. "Everything is fine. I'll book an appointment with my doctor tomorrow morning." She promised at the stern look he gave her. Sara brought her hand up to trace his cheek bone. "I was preoccupied this morning."
He smirked and kissed her gently. "Time for work." He murmured against her lips.
Sara groaned in frustration and pulled away. "I hate work."
Grissom raised his eyebrows at her bare back. "Can you repeat that for me?"
She huffed and climbed out of bed. "I hate work." She repeated quietly.
Following her to the bathroom, he stopped behind her as she turned the shower on. "You want to stay at home?" He asked sadly, his eyes following her spine and his fingers.
Sara stepped backwards and leaned against his chest. His arms came up to wrap around her waist. "I'm tired that's all." She mumbled.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into her ear.
Covering his hands with hers, she tilted her head to rest on his shoulder. "What for? It's this baby stuff that's making me tired, not you. well part of you maybe." She giggled at the last bit and sank further into his warmth.
"Can I join you?" He asked, looking at the shower.
Sara turned and pulled on his hands. "You don't need to ask." He smiled and let her pull him to her as they stopped under the spray.
^*^*^
Grissom sat in the DNA lab, looking through slides and result reports. Greg had gone to eat and Grissom decided to get things himself. Greg didn't mind as long as nothing was moved or broken. Grissom gave the lab tech a stern glare and Greg turned and high tailed it out of the lab.
Sitting back from looking into the microscope, he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. His brain was going so fast, his concentration was starting to lag. Looking down at his hands, he stretched them out and balled them up into a fist before releasing them again. Wrinkles were all he could see. His heart was pounding in his chest when he thought about being a father. He wanted to be around while he or she grew up, but he knew he was nearing 50 and time wasn't going to stop for him to enjoy his child growing up.
Leaning on his elbows, he stared at the white lab table and pulled his glasses on. He then took them off and put them back on the table. He breathed in and held it for a few seconds before letting it out. He was going to be a dad in nine months and he kept thinking about all the things that could happen between now and then. It was a long time, but it was also a short time.
Looking at it from different views, he couldn't wait to hold the little person he helped create. He was happy, but sad at the same time. Sara hadn't talked much about being pregnant since she told him. Would she have ever told him? He thought suddenly. What if she didn't go to the hospital, could she have lost the baby and kept that hidden from him as well.
He shook his head at the absurd mental conversation. She wouldn't hide things. Sara wouldn't keep something that important from him. They were closer than they were before she kicked a dent into his car and since they spent the day together. Everything had changed, but only to Sara, Catherine and him. They were the only ones that knew, apart from the doctors. What if Sara didn't want the others to know that he was the father? What if she decided not to have the baby?
His face fell even more as he dropped his head into his hands. 'This is a nightmare.' He grumbled silently to himself.
^*^*^
Sara had been watching him closely. She had a feeling what he was thinking and could see the worries in his eyes and his face. Was he upset about the baby? About her? Did he not want the baby now?
She looked down at the floor and turned to walk away. Maybe he's changed his mind and doesn't know what to do. Maybe he just wants to get back to normal and forget this ever happened.
Stopping by the locker room door, Sara looked back down the hallway. She could see him through the glass. He put his glasses back on and got back to work.
This morning was wonderful and very intimate. He was so gently with her, careful, soft and loving, but she saw the facial expressions fly over his face with each thought. She'd never seen that before. It scared her more than she thought it would.
Her stomach and chest were aching and she knew she needed to calm down. Taking a few shaky breathes, she grabbed her coat and got a lift home from Nicky. He was happy that she was doing ok since the suspect attacked her. Sara tried to correct him, but he just smiled and waved at her before driving off.
^*^*^
Catherine strolled into the bosses office with a smile plastered across her face. She closed the door lightly and watched as Grissom looked up from his paperwork. "Hey dad. How you feeling today?"
Grissom smiled and shook his head. "Great thank you."
Catherine sat down and reached over to pat his hand. "I was wondering what you were going to do now."
The puzzled look he gave, quickly left and he shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'll have to talk to Sara about it. I do have some ideas, but I'm not sure. This is very new for me, so I'm worried."
Catherine smiled. "Of course you are. You want the best for both Sara and the baby, but you want to run things by her first?" He nodded and closed the file that was in front of him. "So, you going to see her after shift?"
Grissom looked up confused, but this time the confusion stayed. "What do you mean? Sara's meeting me here in." He looked at his watch and frowned. "Twenty minutes ago." He then looked up at Catherine with a worried expression. "Has she gone?"
Catherine nodded slowly. "Yeah. She left with Nick. Figured he was giving her lift. Why, what's wrong?" Collecting his things, Grissom headed out to his car.
^*^*^