Chapter 39

Sara and Gil sat in the back of the unmarked. Gil's face was blank but Sara could see the signs of worry. Sara felt the energy searing from his hand to hers. Cain had shown up in five minutes with two uniforms, the unmarked, one squad car, a sniper on the roof and various sharp shooters along the route. Gil had huddled briefly with Horatio. "Sweetie I need you to listen to me."

Had something happened to Julian? Grissom had thrown Sara her jeans and gathered their fake passports, other IDs along with the credit cards identifying them as Sara and Gil Stewart. Grissom did a quick sweep of the condo to remove any traces of their legitimate and phony personas.

Sara hadn't questioned him. Her training had taught her that you move when someone you trusted said move, you moved

She had looked at his familiar face searching for some reassurance that her son, their son was alright. "He's fine sweetie. He's fine. They have two cars on Ross and Chris. I called them and told them we have a family emergency out West."

Sara seized on his words. "We aren't going to get him?"

"Sara he's safer with them."

His eyes went to Calleigh's face next to Horatio. The blond woman's head moved up and down. "From one mother to another, I would never lie to you."

Now Grissom sat beside her, not speaking. She knew what he was doing. He was thinking. Calleigh handed her something. Sara tore her eyes from Grissom and looked in her hand. A pale little boy stared back at her. His hair as wasn't as red as his fathers nor was it as blond as his mothers. Sara studied his features. She spoke to the blond head. "Timothy looks like you."

"Thank you but I know you are lying." Calleigh drawled as he eyes scanned the streets. Sara was surprised that they had let the couple escort her and Gil.

"It wasn't a lie. His hair is kind of blond."

"Who does Julian look like?"

Calleigh felt Sara relax as she talked about her son. "Dimple chin, blue eyes, bad attitude…"

Grissom gripped his hand beside her. He'd wondered if Sara had noticed how much Julian was beginning to look like him. Her cheek found the hard roundness of his shoulder.

Horatio and a marshal swept the private plane while Grissom spoke into his phone. He had moved out of hearing distance. Sara looked at his mouth and could pick up phrases here and there. Words like shit, damnit Brass, Cath, War, "not an option", "fuck the profilers" and finally "I will not have my family's life disrupted just because the FBI can't tell their ass from a hole in the ground."

His family, not just his son but his family.

Sara was startled as she watched as Grissom threw that phone across the black asphalt. Their eyes caught one another. He's looked like that once when she was

Sara's foot took a step. Calleigh's arm, strong from test firing weapons went to Sara arm, strong from carrying her son. "Let Horatio talk to him." The red head was now off the plane and moving towards Gil. "This is men stuff."

Sara nodded as Calleigh maneuvered her back to the police car. "He's doesn't know what to. He's afraid that he won't be able to protect you and Julian."

Horatio and Gil regarded one another behind dark lenses. "Dr. Grissom we all have weapons. Me, I have nerves of steal. Your weapon is your mind. Don't let this guy compromise your weapon. Sara and Julian can't afford for that to happen."

The languid phrasing soothed Grissom's tormented thoughts. He closed and opened his eyes as he counted the seconds between breaths.

"I never did thank you Dr. Grissom."

"I should have followed my own counsel."

"I think you are back on track."

The men watched as the marshals ran hands on the underside of the plane.

"Dr. Grissom you know me and my guys won't let anything happen to him right? Not one will harm a hair on his head as long as I am breathing."

A horse faced man with antique Ray Bans signaled that it was time to board.

"Dr. Grissom they say this man is smarter than you are. I don't believe that you can't afford to believe it either."