A/N Okay, I'm gonna speed things up a little bit. Since Julia is not a
central character, though she is important, I am going to slightly belittle
her husbands operation by going over it quickly and then moving right along
on the timeline so that we can keep this sucker moving. Nick and Sara get
married eventually, we'll be moving right along in this chapter. I don't
own CSI, never did, never will, yada, yada, yada... enjoy the reading.
Chapter Nine: The Hustle (Van McCoy, I'm only making this the title since they play it at one of the weddings and I can't think of a better song name right now, considering that its like, midnight.)
Julia, Grissom, and Catherine sat in the waiting room, Catherine staring at Grissom and Julia, pitying Grissom for ever having to watch his daughter go through this and pitying Julia for ever having to watch her husband die. Julia gripped her father's hand, waiting for the nurse to come out of the operating room and tell her one way or another. Grissom stared blankly at the operating room doors, praying that the nurse came out with good news. After what seemed like six or seven eternities, a blonde nurse came out. "Mrs. Grissom-Anderson?" Julia stood up.
"I'm Mrs. Grissom-Anderson." Her voice broke as she said 'Anderson.' "How is he?" Grissom held her hand, giving her support.
"Mr. Anderson was very lucky. He made it through the operation and doctors expect full recovery with no foreseeable problems." The nurse smiled as Julia sagged into her father's arms with great relief.
"Dad he made it!" Julia hugged him tight. "Lizzie's going to grow up with her dad after all! Oh thank God." Catherine hung back, not wanting to interrupt this family moment. Julia wouldn't hear of it. "Catherine, you're practically going to be my mother, come join us."
Catherine shared Julia's joy. "This is wonderful. I'm sure Jack pulled through for you and Elizabeth." Julia fell to one of the badly upholstered seats.
"Oh thank God, he's alive."
Grissom and Catherine stood before a priest, their friends and family lined up in the pews, Jack looking frail, but alive, with them. "Do you, Gil Grissom, take this woman, Catherine Willows, to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse?"
Grissom took Catherine's hand. "I do."
"And do you, Catherine Willows, take this man, Gil Grissom, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse?"
"I do." Catherine grinned widely.
"Then I pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride." Catherine's lips met with Grissom's, and the entire crowd cheered.
Seven months later
"You're fine." Grissom held his wife's hand as she pushed their twins out.
"AUUUUUUUUUGH!" Catherine screamed, crushing Grissom's hand. She heard a baby cry and she sagged in relief. "Gil, what is it?" She inquired.
"It's a girl." He stared wondrously at the daughter he helped create. Catherine panted as the second baby pushed its way out.
The second baby was out in another hour and a half, fairly short for labor, and Catherine was fast asleep, her son and daughter right next to her. "Look at them, Cath." Grissom stroked his sleeping wife's head. "Look at them so peaceful. This is what life is about."
A/N: note the fast pace. Moving right along, moving right along. Next section is Nick and Sara, wedding bells and so forth. Anyway, onward and upward.
A year later
Grissom and Catherine each held a tiny baby in their hands, cheering as Nick and Sara sealed their union with a kiss. The girl, Amanda, screamed her delight with plenty of giggles while the boy, Nick, was a little more stoic, though he smiled brightly. "Hi baby." Sara cooed, gorgeous in a brilliant white wedding gown with a train nearly five feet long. "How is my little Mandy? And little Nicky?"
"I'm fine." Nick whispered in her ear.
Her mouth twisted into an appreciative smile at her husband's – her husband's! – joke. "You know very well which Nicky I'm talking about." She flashed her husband a grin. The CSIs all sat at one table, admiring the couple and their happy smiles. Warrick hugged Nick.
"Man, this is great. I guess this means I gotta find me a CSI to marry so we'll all have little CSI kids." He glanced slyly at Dana, a CSI from swing shift.
"Oh no! Not yet mister!" Dana grinned playfully.
Sara and Nick cut the cake to loud cheers and gave each other a quick kiss again. "To happiness." Sara said as she sliced the first piece of cake.
"To happiness!" The crowd replied.
And happy they were.
A/N: so maybe I'll write an epilogue, depends on what you guys think. Comment, comment, comment! I think maybe I'll try writing a grissom/sara next. Who knows? Anyway, I encourage you all to read my other CSI fanfic (same pairings as this one) which I promise to update soon! Later!
Chapter Nine: The Hustle (Van McCoy, I'm only making this the title since they play it at one of the weddings and I can't think of a better song name right now, considering that its like, midnight.)
Julia, Grissom, and Catherine sat in the waiting room, Catherine staring at Grissom and Julia, pitying Grissom for ever having to watch his daughter go through this and pitying Julia for ever having to watch her husband die. Julia gripped her father's hand, waiting for the nurse to come out of the operating room and tell her one way or another. Grissom stared blankly at the operating room doors, praying that the nurse came out with good news. After what seemed like six or seven eternities, a blonde nurse came out. "Mrs. Grissom-Anderson?" Julia stood up.
"I'm Mrs. Grissom-Anderson." Her voice broke as she said 'Anderson.' "How is he?" Grissom held her hand, giving her support.
"Mr. Anderson was very lucky. He made it through the operation and doctors expect full recovery with no foreseeable problems." The nurse smiled as Julia sagged into her father's arms with great relief.
"Dad he made it!" Julia hugged him tight. "Lizzie's going to grow up with her dad after all! Oh thank God." Catherine hung back, not wanting to interrupt this family moment. Julia wouldn't hear of it. "Catherine, you're practically going to be my mother, come join us."
Catherine shared Julia's joy. "This is wonderful. I'm sure Jack pulled through for you and Elizabeth." Julia fell to one of the badly upholstered seats.
"Oh thank God, he's alive."
Grissom and Catherine stood before a priest, their friends and family lined up in the pews, Jack looking frail, but alive, with them. "Do you, Gil Grissom, take this woman, Catherine Willows, to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse?"
Grissom took Catherine's hand. "I do."
"And do you, Catherine Willows, take this man, Gil Grissom, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for better or for worse?"
"I do." Catherine grinned widely.
"Then I pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride." Catherine's lips met with Grissom's, and the entire crowd cheered.
Seven months later
"You're fine." Grissom held his wife's hand as she pushed their twins out.
"AUUUUUUUUUGH!" Catherine screamed, crushing Grissom's hand. She heard a baby cry and she sagged in relief. "Gil, what is it?" She inquired.
"It's a girl." He stared wondrously at the daughter he helped create. Catherine panted as the second baby pushed its way out.
The second baby was out in another hour and a half, fairly short for labor, and Catherine was fast asleep, her son and daughter right next to her. "Look at them, Cath." Grissom stroked his sleeping wife's head. "Look at them so peaceful. This is what life is about."
A/N: note the fast pace. Moving right along, moving right along. Next section is Nick and Sara, wedding bells and so forth. Anyway, onward and upward.
A year later
Grissom and Catherine each held a tiny baby in their hands, cheering as Nick and Sara sealed their union with a kiss. The girl, Amanda, screamed her delight with plenty of giggles while the boy, Nick, was a little more stoic, though he smiled brightly. "Hi baby." Sara cooed, gorgeous in a brilliant white wedding gown with a train nearly five feet long. "How is my little Mandy? And little Nicky?"
"I'm fine." Nick whispered in her ear.
Her mouth twisted into an appreciative smile at her husband's – her husband's! – joke. "You know very well which Nicky I'm talking about." She flashed her husband a grin. The CSIs all sat at one table, admiring the couple and their happy smiles. Warrick hugged Nick.
"Man, this is great. I guess this means I gotta find me a CSI to marry so we'll all have little CSI kids." He glanced slyly at Dana, a CSI from swing shift.
"Oh no! Not yet mister!" Dana grinned playfully.
Sara and Nick cut the cake to loud cheers and gave each other a quick kiss again. "To happiness." Sara said as she sliced the first piece of cake.
"To happiness!" The crowd replied.
And happy they were.
A/N: so maybe I'll write an epilogue, depends on what you guys think. Comment, comment, comment! I think maybe I'll try writing a grissom/sara next. Who knows? Anyway, I encourage you all to read my other CSI fanfic (same pairings as this one) which I promise to update soon! Later!