Sayin' With You Chapter Five: Another Chance

Sara was fuming as she stalked down the hallway of the lab. She went into the locker room and grabbed her keys to her car. Grissom had pissed her off beyond anything. Unlucky for him, he got the pleasure of seeing a pissed off Sara at home. The conversation ended at the lab and continued in their apartment.

Grissom went after her.

"Sara!" He called. "Sara don't leave!"

"Just go away, Gil!" She yelled. "I'll see you when you get home. I'm so mad at you right now I can't even work!"

She got into her car and sped home.

***

Sara walked into their apartment, seething. She was upset because the killer in her last case that was given to another shift killed again, after she was so close the last time. She was taken off the case because of the time crunch put on them when evidence was thrown out of court on a humbug. She beseeched Grissom to get her case back again, but he refused.

Sara threw her keys down on the table and buried her face in her hands. She tried her best not to cry, but she failed miserably. She felt hot tears run down her cheeks. She wanted to finish what she started. The moral obligation she felt towards the family of the victim was swelling in her heart. It wasn't about recognition or promotions anymore. It was about justice. Her job just wasn't about advancing anymore. She didn't care so much about it anymore. Her personal tragedy caused her to take a second look at her career. She remembered why she took the job in the first place.

She went to the kitchen and opened the cabinet to get a glass when Grissom walked in quietly.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She shouted as she threw a glass at him. He dodged it and it shattered when it hit the floor.

"Sara are you crazy!" He shouted first. Those were the wrong words.

Sara threw another glass at him and it hit the wall. "Don't you dare ever call me crazy! Ever! How dare you?"

"Sara, please honey calm down," Grissom said, the fear of what she could do to him resonating in his voice.

"Calm down?" She said in a rage. "How the hell am I supposed to calm down when a fucking psycho that could have been behind bars is running the streets? Why didn't you give me my case back Gil? Why?"

"Because Sara it hit a wall, you would have never caught the guy," Grissom said.

"How do you know that?" She countered. "I was close to cracking that case and then you had to take it away from me!"

"Sara, this isn't about the case, is it?"

"Don't change the fucking subject Gil," she said firmly. "My personal problems have nothing to do with the case."

"Sara, I think it does," Grissom said to her.

The pain from not being able to capture her own assailant was still fresh, even though it had been a year. She felt that now, it was her duty to get justice for victims of worse crimes. She felt that she had failed by not putting away the criminals that made life hard for a lot of people. She was one of those people who never got justice.

Sara leaned against the counter and cried hysterically. Grissom hugged her tightly. She bawled into his shoulder.

"Shhh," he said. "Sara, it's okay."

"No it's not," she cried. "It hurts so much to not have closure. To know that they're still out there, amongst us."

"I know," Grissom said.

"He killed our baby," she cried. "And I'll never be able to look that person in the eye. The Durst family will never get to look in their daughter's killer's eyes. It's not fair!"

In the years he had known Sara, he had never heard her talk like this before. He wondered if she felt that way before, he just didn't know. Sara cared so passionately about the victims and the families. He'd seen her tear herself to pieces with blame and guilt. She always thought that it was her fault.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her lips.

"Sara, it's not your fault," he said firmly.

"Yes it is," she cried.

"No, it's not you fault," he said. "You have to stop blaming yourself."

Sara sniffled then nodded. He pulled her into another hug as she calmed down.

***

Sara and Grissom were cuddled close together on the couch watching television. She looked up at him. He was unaware of the lust in her eyes. She leaned up and kissed him passionately.

"Sara, what are you doing?" He asked.

"I want you to make love to me," she said.

With that, she kissed him again and they began to take their clothes off.

"Bedroom, now," Sara commanded.

The moonlight dimly lit the dark room as they made love.

"Mm," Sara moaned into his mouth as they kissed deeply.

He thrust into her hard and deep. Sara wrapped her arms and legs around him tighter. "Oh God." She moaned.

He pressed her back to the bed with each thrust inside her. Grissom buried his face in her neck where her scar was.

"Oh, Gil, yes!" She yelled.

He felt his orgasm building with each thrust. Sara dug her nails into his back as she came closer to the edge.

"I'm so close," she whimpered. "Yes, right there…mm…YES!"

He felt her squeeze around him and moan in unrelenting pleasure. He climaxed as well.

When they came back down to their bodies, they separated and lay in each other's embrace.

***

"I hate you!" Sara shouted in Grissom's face in his office. "I hate you , I hate you!"

She was crying hysterically. Grissom was thoroughly confused. She just burst into his office with an anger like the mythical Charibdys. She stared him down with her infamous death stare then shouted how much she hated him and now here she was, crying like a child throwing a temper tantrum in his office.

"Honey, what's wrong?" He asked.

Sara managed to compose herself. "Nothing, I'm fine," she said. "I just got a little too emotional and took my frustrations out on you. I'm sorry."

With that, she walked out of the office. He couldn't understand that woman for the life of him. Little did he know that it would be even worse when he got home.

He walked through the door. He looked around carefully so that he wouldn't be ambushed by flying objects with trajectories with the intent of injury. He sighed when the coast was clear. Just when he thought he was on easy street, a spoon came reeling past him.

"Gilbert Anthony Grissom!" Sara shouted from the living room. When she used his middle name, he knew that he was in serious trouble.

"Yes?" He answered cautiously.

"I really hate when you eat the food that you know I like and that I bought for myself!" She shouted. "What the hell is this?"

She held up a container of ice cream with only about two or three spoonfuls left. It was her favorite flavor: Jamoca Almond Fudge.

"You haven't been eating it," Grissom explained. "I mean it was just sitting in there. Why have you been so moody lately?"

"Don't change the subject. You know I like this ice cream, and the day I want some, it's gone!" She shouted. "I don't want you anywhere near that refrigerator without my permission! You always do this and it drives me insane!"

She threw the container at him and plopped down in a chair and cried. She tried to calm herself but she was failing miserably. Grissom came up to her and kneeled in front of her.

"Sara, what's the matter honey? What do you want? I'll get you anything you want," he said, trying to help her stop crying. "I'll go get you some more ice cream. I'll cook you dinner. Just please stop crying. I can't stand to see you cry."

Sara sniffled and wiped her tears. "No, there's nothing you can do right now. I'm just going to go lay down for a bit."

She got up. Grissom followed her, but she slammed the door in his face. She was not happy with him. Grissom was worried about her. Maybe she was getting depressed again. He remember the last time she had been depressed. She got upset over every little thing, then she would sleep all day, stay up and ramble to herself all night, and the next day the cycle began again. He didn't' want her to get depressed all over again. He wouldn't be able to stand it.

Just then, the door opened and she came out looking better than what she was before. She gave him a peck on the cheek as she walked to the kitchen. She got a glass of orange juice and gulped it down in ten seconds. She poured herself another glass, then another, then another. After she was through with orange juice, she grabbed the carton of milk and drank four glasses of that too. Grissom gave up. He wasn't going to try and figure her out. If several glasses of orange juice and milk evened out her mood, he was all for it.

Later on that evening, Sara was pacing in their bedroom. Grissom was trying to get some sleep, but he was worried about her. She just paced, back and forth…back and forth. He was going to take her to see a doctor.

***

Grissom tried taking Sara's hand as they walked through the hospital, but she pulled away and gave him her deadliest stare yet.

"I can't believe you brought me here," she said, her anger radiating from her body. "To imply that I was getting depressed again…that was a really low blow."

"Honey, I'm sorry, but you were pacing, nonstop. Sara Teresa Sidle does not pace," Grissom said as he held the door open for her.

"Watch, you brought me her for nothing, and they're going to tell you the same thing I've been telling you. I'm fine…"

Sara sat patiently on the bed waiting for the doctor to come back. She was sure that everything was normal and that she was going to walk out of the hospital with flying colors.

"Hello again," Dr. Himenez said. "Well, everything seems to be normal, so there's no need for any medication…but, your blood tests came back and I want to congratulate you."

"Why?" Sara asked.

"You're pregnant."

Sara felt as if time had stopped. "I'm…I'm…pregnant?"

"Yes," the doctor said with a smile.

Sara couldn't believe her ears. She was pregnant again. It was like a miracle. She swore at that moment not to let anything happen to her child. She would protect the baby with her life.

Sara jumped on Grissom and she laughed. Grissom held her, wondering what she was so happy about. She looked into his eyes.

"I'm pregnant," she said with the brightest smile. Grissom smiled and kissed her passionately.

"I love you so much," he said. "I LOVE THIS WOMAN!"

They were so happy they could hardly contain themselves. They were going to be parents this time, they were sure of it.