The Baby Farm
by Bugs and Beauty
AN: Thanks to everyone who has been so supportive of this fic. Any words in * and * are done in sign language.
Chapter Seven-Following Gil Grissom
Some days it did not pay to look up from the microscope. Catherine's words rang in Grissom's memory. He had kept his head low as he barreled past the doors. Past the stairs. Past the tears. The watch on his arm ringed twice. He was late in picking up his mother from the airport.
Gil placed his mother's bags in the spare guest room. She smiled at him. His own mouth formed an answering smile as the older lady gave herself a quick tour of his home. She inspected his bookcases, his desk, his cupboards and even opened the freezer. Seeming satisfied with what she found, Cordelia Grissom sat on his couch. She patted the seat next to her.
*Do you need to take a nap?* Grissom finger spelled to her quickly. She shook her head and blent her fingers to loosen them up.
*There is something wrong with you. You cannot lie to your mother Gil. I could see it when I got in your car. I can see it now.* The older woman began speaking to her son. Gil recognized the y formation of her hand held to her chin. The sign for the word wrong. He sighed to himself. Her finger touching her lips and moving across them also told him she knew he was lying about something.
He raised both of his hands and prepared for their not so verbal conversation. Too many people underestimated his mother because she was deaf. He knew better. *There is nothing wrong mother. I am working too many hours.* His own hands formed the y formation followed by the sign for mother. She harrumphed at him.
*This is more than work. I know you Gil.*
His own patience, combined with the stress of seeing that...man with Sara hit the breaking point. *Sara, the girl I told you about is dating another man.* His hand motions were choppy. After he finished signing, he bent his head down. He did not want to cry. Not here. Not in front of his mother.
She tapped him on the shoulder. When he did not raise his head, she grabbed him near his collar and roughly shook him back and forth. *You have no one to blame but yourself. You knew you liked her Gil.*
Grissom did not know what to expect but her reaction was not at the top of his list. A line formed as his lips compressed together in anger. *I have nothing to give her. How could I go after her? I...*
His mother grabbed his hands. *What do you mean nothing?!?* she gestured around. *You have a good career, a good heart and a good home. You love her. That is the greatest gift you could give her Gil.*
He shook his head. *I am too old for her. She deserves better.*
Cordelia waved his hands off. *Nonsense.* She gave him a measured look. *Does this have anything to do with your father?* Her fingers wiggled as she made the sign for father. Grissom shot her a pensive look. She nodded at him.
*You are not your father. I have told you this many times. You are your own man.* She graced him with a smile and continued signing. *Why are you punishing both her and yourself?*
Gil's hands flew up. *I am not punishing anyone. I am trying to protect her.* He stressed protect with his hands.
*You are punishing her. You deny her the ability to love you and you punish her by not loving her as she deserves. You punish yourself by not letting your love for her out in the open.* His mother sat back against the couch.
Grissom took off his glasses. He had to make his mother see that what he wanted with Sara could never happen between them. *I am her supervisor.*
*You dated that other girl. You can date Sara too.*
He played his trump card. *She chose someone else. I can't interfere now.*
A smile lit up his mother's face. *Nothing in life worth having will come to you without a fight. You will have to fight for her. She deserves that much from you.*
*What if she does not want me?* His gestures were slow and hesitant. It was always in the back of his mind. His Sara with her silky brown hair...laughing with someone else. Someone who was not him.
*No one can predict the future. Despite your father leaving us, I will never regret it. It brought you into my life.* She leaned over and hugged him. *You do not know what joy this Sara will bring into your life until you let her in.*
He nodded his head at her. *I did some stupid things this morning.*
*Then fix it.*
And he decided she was right.
by Bugs and Beauty
AN: Thanks to everyone who has been so supportive of this fic. Any words in * and * are done in sign language.
Chapter Seven-Following Gil Grissom
Some days it did not pay to look up from the microscope. Catherine's words rang in Grissom's memory. He had kept his head low as he barreled past the doors. Past the stairs. Past the tears. The watch on his arm ringed twice. He was late in picking up his mother from the airport.
Gil placed his mother's bags in the spare guest room. She smiled at him. His own mouth formed an answering smile as the older lady gave herself a quick tour of his home. She inspected his bookcases, his desk, his cupboards and even opened the freezer. Seeming satisfied with what she found, Cordelia Grissom sat on his couch. She patted the seat next to her.
*Do you need to take a nap?* Grissom finger spelled to her quickly. She shook her head and blent her fingers to loosen them up.
*There is something wrong with you. You cannot lie to your mother Gil. I could see it when I got in your car. I can see it now.* The older woman began speaking to her son. Gil recognized the y formation of her hand held to her chin. The sign for the word wrong. He sighed to himself. Her finger touching her lips and moving across them also told him she knew he was lying about something.
He raised both of his hands and prepared for their not so verbal conversation. Too many people underestimated his mother because she was deaf. He knew better. *There is nothing wrong mother. I am working too many hours.* His own hands formed the y formation followed by the sign for mother. She harrumphed at him.
*This is more than work. I know you Gil.*
His own patience, combined with the stress of seeing that...man with Sara hit the breaking point. *Sara, the girl I told you about is dating another man.* His hand motions were choppy. After he finished signing, he bent his head down. He did not want to cry. Not here. Not in front of his mother.
She tapped him on the shoulder. When he did not raise his head, she grabbed him near his collar and roughly shook him back and forth. *You have no one to blame but yourself. You knew you liked her Gil.*
Grissom did not know what to expect but her reaction was not at the top of his list. A line formed as his lips compressed together in anger. *I have nothing to give her. How could I go after her? I...*
His mother grabbed his hands. *What do you mean nothing?!?* she gestured around. *You have a good career, a good heart and a good home. You love her. That is the greatest gift you could give her Gil.*
He shook his head. *I am too old for her. She deserves better.*
Cordelia waved his hands off. *Nonsense.* She gave him a measured look. *Does this have anything to do with your father?* Her fingers wiggled as she made the sign for father. Grissom shot her a pensive look. She nodded at him.
*You are not your father. I have told you this many times. You are your own man.* She graced him with a smile and continued signing. *Why are you punishing both her and yourself?*
Gil's hands flew up. *I am not punishing anyone. I am trying to protect her.* He stressed protect with his hands.
*You are punishing her. You deny her the ability to love you and you punish her by not loving her as she deserves. You punish yourself by not letting your love for her out in the open.* His mother sat back against the couch.
Grissom took off his glasses. He had to make his mother see that what he wanted with Sara could never happen between them. *I am her supervisor.*
*You dated that other girl. You can date Sara too.*
He played his trump card. *She chose someone else. I can't interfere now.*
A smile lit up his mother's face. *Nothing in life worth having will come to you without a fight. You will have to fight for her. She deserves that much from you.*
*What if she does not want me?* His gestures were slow and hesitant. It was always in the back of his mind. His Sara with her silky brown hair...laughing with someone else. Someone who was not him.
*No one can predict the future. Despite your father leaving us, I will never regret it. It brought you into my life.* She leaned over and hugged him. *You do not know what joy this Sara will bring into your life until you let her in.*
He nodded his head at her. *I did some stupid things this morning.*
*Then fix it.*
And he decided she was right.