Chapter 8

Sara snuggled close to Grissom as he spoke into the phone. "Conrad, you and I both know that law is on my side and you know that only God has more accumulated time than I do. Don't force my hand Conrad." Sara shivered a little. His voice sounded a bit like the Gil she'd had the affair with those many years ago. He felt her pull away and kissed the top of her forehead.

"Look Conrad, I told you and I told HR. My son is having separation anxiety. I'll try and get back in a few weeks. I make no promises."

Gil looked at Sara as she loaded the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. She was still dressed in her robe and slippers. Gily was watching cartoons. It was Saturday; they were all tired from an overfilled week. Gily's only demands required food with lots of salt and fruit flavored soda.

"Sara"

She smiled at him as she closed the dishwasher door shut. "Yes."

She saw the seriousness in his eyes and panic seized her.

"We have to talk about what we are doing here."

She looked over his shoulder to make sure Gily was absorbed with the television program. As he saw her turn sideways his eyes narrowed like they did when he was about to solve an interesting puzzle. He put his glasses on and looked closely at her.

"Sara"

She didn't look at him as she tossed a paper towel into the garbage. "Yes" Her back was too him now.

"Sara, please look at me."

She turned towards him. He held out his hand and beckoned. "Honey, come here."

She stood rooted to her spot.

He pleaded. "Please."

She walked slowly to where Gil sat on his favorite bar stool. He wrapped his hand around her waist. His eyes traveled the length of her body and stopped at her waistline, her full breasts and finally her face. His hand rested on the roundness below her robes sash. He kissed her just below her ear. "So have you neglected to tell me something?"

Sara pressed her lips together and released. She looked into his bright blue eyes. She wondered if their next baby would have such startling eyes. She knew that he had figured it out but she needed to speak the words to him if not to herself. "I'm going to have another baby." She corrected herself. "We are going to have another baby."

"I see. I thought you were on the pill."

"I didn't get the prescription refilled."

He raised his eyebrow and pulled her closer. "You can tell me anything you know." Gily watched his daddy whisper in his mother's ear. It always made her happy when he did that.

"I was scared you were going to leave me again. I thought another baby might make you stay. I can't believe I pulled a stunt like that. I am almost 40 years old and pull some teenaged bullshit. I should know better. You are leaving right?"

His right hand stroked the roundness of her belly marveling that he should have one but two children. Gil Grissom with two strong handsome sons or maybe a son and a smart, beautiful daughter, "I love you."

Sara was silent.

"I guess I deserve that."

Sara glanced back at her son. She let out all the pain that had accumulated over the last five years. "He looks so much like you. When he turned one and I could see how much he looked like…" He pulled her closer.

"You both have good reason not to trust me." He kissed the hollow of her neck. "I want you guys to move back to Vegas with me