Part Eight
Grissom supported Matthew's tiny back as he rubbed the soft sponge over his grandson's baby skin. "You do look a lot like your mother Matty." He murmured thoughtfully.
"Jordan really needs to sit down and plan this out." Sara stated as she sat on the small stool by the tub.
He nodded with a sigh. "She won't know what hit her when we go away."
Sara turned her head to look at him. "You sure about that?"
Looking up, he saw the question in her eyes. "Even if we don't get a hit on CODIS, there will be nothing to do but let the Fed's to take over." He explained, gently washing Matthew's hair.
"The Fed's?" She asked. "You'd let them take the case?"
"Sara," He sighed heavily. "We've done all we can."
She leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees. "I know, but it feels like we're giving up too soon."
Grissom sat back slightly and let Matthew play with the small collection of bubbles. "Perhaps there will be something at work tomorrow. Usually you get these kinds of doubts before something big happens."
Sara smiled and moved to kneel down beside him. "You think so?"
He lightly pushed some hair behind her ear before kissing her neck. "Yes and we are still going away." He promised. "No matter what happens."
"Where?" She grinned, glancing at him before pulling a towel from the rack and holding it out as he lifted a disgruntled baby from the bubbles.
"That's a surprise until the morning we leave." He told her swiftly before she nailed him with a steely glare. "I'll dry him, you can ring Jordan and give her the mother son lecture."
Sara groaned. "That's the same one I got, right?"
"Right." He chuckled and left her to stew.
When Jacob was a baby, Sara was still working before he could crawl and although she'd stopped working completely with Jordan, she thought it would be easier with the second child, but no. It didn't happen that way and she was forced to take extended leave to look after the children.
She was now going to ring her daughter and give her the same lecture Grissom had given her when she was a first time mother. It was a horrible truth, but it was cruel Grissom would let her do it this time.
After a heated argument over the phone, Sara had explained that Ian can pick Matthew up in the morning and she and her husband could talk about extended maternity leave before a crisis happens and Matthew was in a fix.
Slipping into bed, she grumbled something Grissom didn't catch. He rolled over and pulled her against his chest. "What was that?" When she refused to answer, he pressed himself against her and started an assault of kisses down her neck and shoulder. "Now you know how I felt." He murmured against her skin.
"I said, I hate you." She repeated more clearly.
Chuckling against her spine, he lifted his head. "No you don't."
"I do." She harrumphed and pulled away.
He narrowed his eyes at her bare back. "You can't be serious?"
"Try me."
Running his fingers lightly along her spine, he couldn't help but think about where it leads. He shifted slightly in discomfort before something hit him. "This is the third disagreement we've had this week. What's going on here?"
Sara heaved a heavy sigh, but didn't move. She had her eyes closed against the feel of his fingers tracing her back and the sensation of his warmth filling her and sizzling in her chest.
"Is this because of the case or is it something more?" He asked, clearly confused.
"It's not the only time we've disagreed Gil." She said distantly.
Watching her skin twitch at his touch, he sighed. "We haven't fallen out this much since before we were married Sara." He was silent for a few minutes, giving her time to think and maybe start talking before he did. Getting nothing in return, he pulled his hand away and turned onto his back. "I'm lost as to what's happened. I know the case is stressing us both out and Jordan and Ian's lives are spilling into ours more than usual, but I'm worried and confused. Is it me?" He asked.
Her eyes fluttered open as he finished and as she turned to face him, she realised that it wasn't any of the above. "No. It's got nothing to do with any of that."
He looked at her as she leaned up onto her elbow to look down at him. "Then what?"
She sighed and took a shallow breath. "I want to go away." She said quietly, feeling it sounded completely foolish.
Grissom closed his eyes brief in understanding. He lifted himself up and pulled her against him. "I didn't realise time off would appeal that much to you. I'm sorry." He whispered into her hair.
Sara was never one to take time off work, even in the many years since she came to Vegas, married and settled down. It never occurred to her either until he'd mentioned going away, away from Vegas and the death that seemed to lurk in the shadows every night.
"I love working. I love being here in Vegas and I love looking after the kids, but I haven't spent time alone with you in weeks. I want to be able to kiss you without being snickered at." She groaned as she continued. "I feel like we did when we were dating." Grissom smiled at her as she chuckled. "I don't want to wait until we get in the bedroom or in a room alone before we can kiss. I'm tired of it and I want to make love to you without the worries that Jordan is going to be sleeping in the next room while Ian's out working and she doesn't want to be home alone."
Listening to her as she continued, he could see it all much clearer. Sara was feeling crowded and on show, not to just the others at work, but to family as well. She feels like she's being walked over and having to drop things to help others.
"It has been a while, hasn't it?" He interrupted.
Sara looked up and smiled into his eyes. "Somewhere near a week and two days. Which is a long time for us and I'm going to snap at Jordan is she doesn't get herself sorted. We can't run her life for her."
Grissom nodded and gently manoeuvred them to the middle of the bed so they could snuggle against each other. "You already snapped. I heard, but hopefully she'll stop and think." He kissed her cheek as she turned her head.
"That's one dilemma, what about the other?" She stretched out against the length of his body and pulled him tighter.
He nuzzled her ear as he travelled towards the hollow of her neck. "We could contact Jacob and he could help Jordan out."
She sighed and pulled away. "Funny." She mocked with a brow raised. "I really thought you were serious for a second."
Groaning in sexual frustration he let her turn away, but didn't stop from moving behind her and attacking her neck. "I'm really not going to discuss our daughters life crisis in the bedroom. I do have other things on my mind that can't wait."
Grinning like a fool, she quickly turned and met him in a powerful raging kiss. Moaning into his mouth as she felt his hand run over her rear, she wrapped her leg around his waist and followed him as he rolled back and pulled her on top of him.
"I 'love' building the tension." She teased him, pushing her fingers through his hair.
"One day, it won't work." He reminded, but didn't even think about letting her speak as he quickly pinned her beneath him and grinned when she let out an exaggerated 'humph.'
Grissom supported Matthew's tiny back as he rubbed the soft sponge over his grandson's baby skin. "You do look a lot like your mother Matty." He murmured thoughtfully.
"Jordan really needs to sit down and plan this out." Sara stated as she sat on the small stool by the tub.
He nodded with a sigh. "She won't know what hit her when we go away."
Sara turned her head to look at him. "You sure about that?"
Looking up, he saw the question in her eyes. "Even if we don't get a hit on CODIS, there will be nothing to do but let the Fed's to take over." He explained, gently washing Matthew's hair.
"The Fed's?" She asked. "You'd let them take the case?"
"Sara," He sighed heavily. "We've done all we can."
She leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees. "I know, but it feels like we're giving up too soon."
Grissom sat back slightly and let Matthew play with the small collection of bubbles. "Perhaps there will be something at work tomorrow. Usually you get these kinds of doubts before something big happens."
Sara smiled and moved to kneel down beside him. "You think so?"
He lightly pushed some hair behind her ear before kissing her neck. "Yes and we are still going away." He promised. "No matter what happens."
"Where?" She grinned, glancing at him before pulling a towel from the rack and holding it out as he lifted a disgruntled baby from the bubbles.
"That's a surprise until the morning we leave." He told her swiftly before she nailed him with a steely glare. "I'll dry him, you can ring Jordan and give her the mother son lecture."
Sara groaned. "That's the same one I got, right?"
"Right." He chuckled and left her to stew.
When Jacob was a baby, Sara was still working before he could crawl and although she'd stopped working completely with Jordan, she thought it would be easier with the second child, but no. It didn't happen that way and she was forced to take extended leave to look after the children.
She was now going to ring her daughter and give her the same lecture Grissom had given her when she was a first time mother. It was a horrible truth, but it was cruel Grissom would let her do it this time.
After a heated argument over the phone, Sara had explained that Ian can pick Matthew up in the morning and she and her husband could talk about extended maternity leave before a crisis happens and Matthew was in a fix.
Slipping into bed, she grumbled something Grissom didn't catch. He rolled over and pulled her against his chest. "What was that?" When she refused to answer, he pressed himself against her and started an assault of kisses down her neck and shoulder. "Now you know how I felt." He murmured against her skin.
"I said, I hate you." She repeated more clearly.
Chuckling against her spine, he lifted his head. "No you don't."
"I do." She harrumphed and pulled away.
He narrowed his eyes at her bare back. "You can't be serious?"
"Try me."
Running his fingers lightly along her spine, he couldn't help but think about where it leads. He shifted slightly in discomfort before something hit him. "This is the third disagreement we've had this week. What's going on here?"
Sara heaved a heavy sigh, but didn't move. She had her eyes closed against the feel of his fingers tracing her back and the sensation of his warmth filling her and sizzling in her chest.
"Is this because of the case or is it something more?" He asked, clearly confused.
"It's not the only time we've disagreed Gil." She said distantly.
Watching her skin twitch at his touch, he sighed. "We haven't fallen out this much since before we were married Sara." He was silent for a few minutes, giving her time to think and maybe start talking before he did. Getting nothing in return, he pulled his hand away and turned onto his back. "I'm lost as to what's happened. I know the case is stressing us both out and Jordan and Ian's lives are spilling into ours more than usual, but I'm worried and confused. Is it me?" He asked.
Her eyes fluttered open as he finished and as she turned to face him, she realised that it wasn't any of the above. "No. It's got nothing to do with any of that."
He looked at her as she leaned up onto her elbow to look down at him. "Then what?"
She sighed and took a shallow breath. "I want to go away." She said quietly, feeling it sounded completely foolish.
Grissom closed his eyes brief in understanding. He lifted himself up and pulled her against him. "I didn't realise time off would appeal that much to you. I'm sorry." He whispered into her hair.
Sara was never one to take time off work, even in the many years since she came to Vegas, married and settled down. It never occurred to her either until he'd mentioned going away, away from Vegas and the death that seemed to lurk in the shadows every night.
"I love working. I love being here in Vegas and I love looking after the kids, but I haven't spent time alone with you in weeks. I want to be able to kiss you without being snickered at." She groaned as she continued. "I feel like we did when we were dating." Grissom smiled at her as she chuckled. "I don't want to wait until we get in the bedroom or in a room alone before we can kiss. I'm tired of it and I want to make love to you without the worries that Jordan is going to be sleeping in the next room while Ian's out working and she doesn't want to be home alone."
Listening to her as she continued, he could see it all much clearer. Sara was feeling crowded and on show, not to just the others at work, but to family as well. She feels like she's being walked over and having to drop things to help others.
"It has been a while, hasn't it?" He interrupted.
Sara looked up and smiled into his eyes. "Somewhere near a week and two days. Which is a long time for us and I'm going to snap at Jordan is she doesn't get herself sorted. We can't run her life for her."
Grissom nodded and gently manoeuvred them to the middle of the bed so they could snuggle against each other. "You already snapped. I heard, but hopefully she'll stop and think." He kissed her cheek as she turned her head.
"That's one dilemma, what about the other?" She stretched out against the length of his body and pulled him tighter.
He nuzzled her ear as he travelled towards the hollow of her neck. "We could contact Jacob and he could help Jordan out."
She sighed and pulled away. "Funny." She mocked with a brow raised. "I really thought you were serious for a second."
Groaning in sexual frustration he let her turn away, but didn't stop from moving behind her and attacking her neck. "I'm really not going to discuss our daughters life crisis in the bedroom. I do have other things on my mind that can't wait."
Grinning like a fool, she quickly turned and met him in a powerful raging kiss. Moaning into his mouth as she felt his hand run over her rear, she wrapped her leg around his waist and followed him as he rolled back and pulled her on top of him.
"I 'love' building the tension." She teased him, pushing her fingers through his hair.
"One day, it won't work." He reminded, but didn't even think about letting her speak as he quickly pinned her beneath him and grinned when she let out an exaggerated 'humph.'