Section 6
Grissom woke up alone and couldn't help the first thought that popped into his head. 'She left' He quickly scrambled off of the bed and left the room quiet, trying to hear anything to tell him she was still here. Breathing out a heavy sigh, he moved into the kitchen to see her standing in front of the kettle, waiting for it to boil. She must have sensed his presence, because she turned her head slightly.
"Hi." She said quietly.
He moved further into the room to stand behind her, but not too close. "Hi." He smiled and clenched his hands into fists to resist the urge to touch her, but his will broke as he took the small step towards her and lightly touched her sides.
"You want some?" She asked, motioning to the coffee tin.
"Thanks." He stared at her hands as she spooned some coffee into another cup and as the kettle clicked, she filled each cup carefully. She didn't seem to mind that his fingers were lightly kneading her sides through her thin cotton tank top. "Sara." He ventured to ask, but was cut off.
"Not yet." She whispered.
He nodded and let his left hand skirt across her back as his right reached for one of the cups. "Ok."
They stood there in the same position, neither willing nor wanting to move. His thumb idly rubbed her spine as they stared at the collection of small plants on the windowsill and the light's flickering through the small window. It wasn't quite dark, but it was getting that way. Soon, it would be time to talk.
"You can't avoid me now I'm here." He whispered close to her ear. "Promise me you won't leave me again." He near pleaded with her as she turned her head slightly and looked at him. She nodded slowly, talking one last glance in his direction, before moving away, sliding out of his touch and his warmth. He watched her walked into the living room before he followed her, but stopped when she headed back towards her room.
"I'll get dressed. We can talk." She said over her shoulder, noting his panicked face as she moved away from him, putting further and further distance between them.
Taking a moment to collect himself from the horrid feeling that had gripped his soul, he left his cup on the side and made his way to the bathroom. His body was emotionally tired as well as physically, but he couldn't rest or relax until he got her to talk.
Grissom stared at himself in the mirror above the bathroom sink. His eyes had bags under them and even he could see the stress and worry lines covering his face. He wet the wash cloth and rubbed it over his face, trying to rid himself of any dirt and sweat from the days travelling and sleep.
They had both guessed that Curtis was staying at work or was giving them space to talk, but Sara wasn't willing to talk yet. She kept dodging the subject, which didn't make Grissom feel any better about the situation.
Looking down at the sink, he let out a deep breath, but stopped when his eyes caught sight of a long white and blue box in the waste basket. Well, it wasn't really the box, more of the words etched across the box. 'Pregnancy Test' The words were absorbed into his brain and his heart suddenly began beating faster, although he couldn't bring himself to breath, then it came out as a gasp and a cough.
"You ok Griss?" Sara's voice floated through the bathroom door.
Clearing his throat and patting his chest, he nodded, as though she was standing beside him. "Fine." He quickly dried his face and hands before opening the door.
I was thinking... we could go get some food... there's a cafe down the road." She stammered, avoiding his eyes.
Grissom nodded and stepped toward her. "Sara-"
"I'll get my coat." She interrupted before he could continue and turned to find her coat.
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They had only been walking a few minutes when Grissom stopped and stared at the ground. "Can we talk out here?"
Sara was looking at him, unsure what to do. "I-"
"Please. Sara, I don't want to talk in front of loads of people." He looked up and sighed. "Let's talk here, now. Don't avoid this any longer...I found," He stopped, not sure whether to just say it or leave it alone, but the voice in his brain yelled at him to just say it. Walking closer to her, he reached up and touched her face, resting his palm against her cheek. "I found the pregnancy box."
Sara gasped and stepped back, watching his hand fall back to his side. She didn't say anything, her voice wouldn't co-operate.
"Are you pregnant? Is that why you left?" Grissom asked softly, scared she would run again.
She finally answered, shaking her head. "I didn't take the test until yesterday." She confessed. "I didn't leave because of that. I-I was scared."
"I would never intentionally hurt you Sara. I told you that." He stressed, trying to grasp her hand with his. Once he had a tight hold of it, he pulled her close. "I need to know Sara. You have to tell me."
Sara wouldn't look into his eyes, so she stared at his chest, absorbing the warmth from his hand. "It happened so fast Griss... We didn't even discuss what would happen afterwards."
She squeezed his hand and brought her other up to rest against his chest, still not meeting his eyes. "I know you have problems with commitment-"
"Sar-"
"No, it's true. I've witnessed the relationships you've had in the four years I was in Vegas and you always chose the lab."
Grissom sighed and shook his head. "That's not what I was referring to."
Sara looked up slowly. "What?"
"The test, Sara. I need to know." His eyes locked with hers, waiting for her to speak.
Hesitantly, she shook her head as her eyes began to fill with tears. "No." She breathed, looking away. "No, I'm not pregnant."
Grissom nodded and closed his eyes against his own build up of tears. "You thought you were?"
"I wasn't feeling too well... Curt said I should make sure... I-I really... I wanted..." Not being able to find the words or continue, the tears were released and started falling. "I'm sorry." She sighed. "I thought, maybe..."
Suddenly realization hit him square in he chest at her jittery words. "You hoped you were." He stated, turning her face to see her eyes.
"So much." She gasped, pulling her face away from his hand, but he wouldn't let her as he pulled her closer.
He held her for what seemed like ages as she cried against his shoulder. His hand rubbed her back as he whispered soothing words in her ear.
To Be Continued....
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Grissom woke up alone and couldn't help the first thought that popped into his head. 'She left' He quickly scrambled off of the bed and left the room quiet, trying to hear anything to tell him she was still here. Breathing out a heavy sigh, he moved into the kitchen to see her standing in front of the kettle, waiting for it to boil. She must have sensed his presence, because she turned her head slightly.
"Hi." She said quietly.
He moved further into the room to stand behind her, but not too close. "Hi." He smiled and clenched his hands into fists to resist the urge to touch her, but his will broke as he took the small step towards her and lightly touched her sides.
"You want some?" She asked, motioning to the coffee tin.
"Thanks." He stared at her hands as she spooned some coffee into another cup and as the kettle clicked, she filled each cup carefully. She didn't seem to mind that his fingers were lightly kneading her sides through her thin cotton tank top. "Sara." He ventured to ask, but was cut off.
"Not yet." She whispered.
He nodded and let his left hand skirt across her back as his right reached for one of the cups. "Ok."
They stood there in the same position, neither willing nor wanting to move. His thumb idly rubbed her spine as they stared at the collection of small plants on the windowsill and the light's flickering through the small window. It wasn't quite dark, but it was getting that way. Soon, it would be time to talk.
"You can't avoid me now I'm here." He whispered close to her ear. "Promise me you won't leave me again." He near pleaded with her as she turned her head slightly and looked at him. She nodded slowly, talking one last glance in his direction, before moving away, sliding out of his touch and his warmth. He watched her walked into the living room before he followed her, but stopped when she headed back towards her room.
"I'll get dressed. We can talk." She said over her shoulder, noting his panicked face as she moved away from him, putting further and further distance between them.
Taking a moment to collect himself from the horrid feeling that had gripped his soul, he left his cup on the side and made his way to the bathroom. His body was emotionally tired as well as physically, but he couldn't rest or relax until he got her to talk.
Grissom stared at himself in the mirror above the bathroom sink. His eyes had bags under them and even he could see the stress and worry lines covering his face. He wet the wash cloth and rubbed it over his face, trying to rid himself of any dirt and sweat from the days travelling and sleep.
They had both guessed that Curtis was staying at work or was giving them space to talk, but Sara wasn't willing to talk yet. She kept dodging the subject, which didn't make Grissom feel any better about the situation.
Looking down at the sink, he let out a deep breath, but stopped when his eyes caught sight of a long white and blue box in the waste basket. Well, it wasn't really the box, more of the words etched across the box. 'Pregnancy Test' The words were absorbed into his brain and his heart suddenly began beating faster, although he couldn't bring himself to breath, then it came out as a gasp and a cough.
"You ok Griss?" Sara's voice floated through the bathroom door.
Clearing his throat and patting his chest, he nodded, as though she was standing beside him. "Fine." He quickly dried his face and hands before opening the door.
I was thinking... we could go get some food... there's a cafe down the road." She stammered, avoiding his eyes.
Grissom nodded and stepped toward her. "Sara-"
"I'll get my coat." She interrupted before he could continue and turned to find her coat.
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They had only been walking a few minutes when Grissom stopped and stared at the ground. "Can we talk out here?"
Sara was looking at him, unsure what to do. "I-"
"Please. Sara, I don't want to talk in front of loads of people." He looked up and sighed. "Let's talk here, now. Don't avoid this any longer...I found," He stopped, not sure whether to just say it or leave it alone, but the voice in his brain yelled at him to just say it. Walking closer to her, he reached up and touched her face, resting his palm against her cheek. "I found the pregnancy box."
Sara gasped and stepped back, watching his hand fall back to his side. She didn't say anything, her voice wouldn't co-operate.
"Are you pregnant? Is that why you left?" Grissom asked softly, scared she would run again.
She finally answered, shaking her head. "I didn't take the test until yesterday." She confessed. "I didn't leave because of that. I-I was scared."
"I would never intentionally hurt you Sara. I told you that." He stressed, trying to grasp her hand with his. Once he had a tight hold of it, he pulled her close. "I need to know Sara. You have to tell me."
Sara wouldn't look into his eyes, so she stared at his chest, absorbing the warmth from his hand. "It happened so fast Griss... We didn't even discuss what would happen afterwards."
She squeezed his hand and brought her other up to rest against his chest, still not meeting his eyes. "I know you have problems with commitment-"
"Sar-"
"No, it's true. I've witnessed the relationships you've had in the four years I was in Vegas and you always chose the lab."
Grissom sighed and shook his head. "That's not what I was referring to."
Sara looked up slowly. "What?"
"The test, Sara. I need to know." His eyes locked with hers, waiting for her to speak.
Hesitantly, she shook her head as her eyes began to fill with tears. "No." She breathed, looking away. "No, I'm not pregnant."
Grissom nodded and closed his eyes against his own build up of tears. "You thought you were?"
"I wasn't feeling too well... Curt said I should make sure... I-I really... I wanted..." Not being able to find the words or continue, the tears were released and started falling. "I'm sorry." She sighed. "I thought, maybe..."
Suddenly realization hit him square in he chest at her jittery words. "You hoped you were." He stated, turning her face to see her eyes.
"So much." She gasped, pulling her face away from his hand, but he wouldn't let her as he pulled her closer.
He held her for what seemed like ages as she cried against his shoulder. His hand rubbed her back as he whispered soothing words in her ear.
To Be Continued....
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