A New Life
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Grissom/Sara ; Warrick/Catherine ; maybe others later on
Spoilers: umm…everything up to the shift change in Season 5
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI in any way, shape, or form; only the plot of this story
Summery: Grissom and Sara are finally starting things up when someone new enters both of their lives. How is he related to Sara's past and what is she going to do about it?
Chapter 2: Jonah
The little boy yawned, looking around him on the darkened street. He knew he had to find her but he was tired. Weighing the two decisions in his mind, he finally decided to get some sleep first. He started walking again, looking around for a safe place to spend the remainder of the night.
It was about a half hour later before he came to a stop in front of an old-looking, stone church. He slowly climbed the steps leading to the large, wooden doors that led into the building. He yawned again, attempting to push open one of the doors but failed.
His eyelids drooped as he gave one last push before sliding down to the ground and bringing his knees to his chest.
The little boy yawned one last time laying his head on his knees before falling asleep, unconsciously clutching the photo and angel tightly to his chest.
Grissom groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose and leaning back in his chair. He had been catching up on paperwork all night and was now fighting an oncoming migraine. It was a slow night; there was only one B and E in which he sent Warrick and Nick out on just to keep them busy. Cath has the night off and Sara is in the break room probably catching up on paperwork too.
He opened his eyes, finally noticing the woman of his previous thoughts leaning up against the doorway, giving him a small, sympathetic smile.
…Or was in the break room.
"Hey." She said.
Grissom just smiled slowly back at her, closing his eyes again and leaning his head back.
"Headache?" Sara asked.
He slowly nodded, wincing as another wave of pain went through his head. He opened his eyes again to see Sara offering her hand, smiling.
"Come here."
He reluctantly got up from his chair, following her to the couch and sitting down. She sat down beside him and motioned for him to turn around. Grissom looked at her confused but acquiesced, turning in the opposite direction of where she was sitting. He gasped slightly when she started to knead his shoulders and lower neck with her hands. He closed his eyes sighing, the pain taking a temporary leave from his previously throbbing head.
"You do know," Sara started quietly, "that the relief is only temporary right? You should take your medication."
She only got a slight moan in reply. Smiling, Sara asked where it was.
"….top, left drawer…" Grissom muttered, groaning when she gave his shoulders one last squeeze and got up. He turned, leaning back on the couch as the pain returned full force, making him groan again.
Sara looked over at him, picking up the two pills and his water bottle. She walked over and kneeled in front of him, pushing the said pills and water bottle into his hands before sitting slowly on the couch next to him.
Grissom sighed as the pills rushed down his throat, knowing that relief would come soon. Meanwhile, Sara had started to run her fingers through the curls at the base of his neck in an effort to calm him and take his mind off of the aches. He whimpered slightly as another wave hit him, making him dizzy.
"Shhhh…."Sara soothed, caressing the back of his head.
Grissom hummed slightly as the medicine started to take effect and the pain started to disappear, leaving him drowsy.
"Mmm….tired." He muttered, leaning into Sara's hand which had moved from the back of his head to slowly stroking his face.
She smiled, "Sleep then, you won't be missing anything here."
"Wake me if we get a call?" He asked, moving to lie down.
Sara got up and kneeled on the floor by his head, "'Course."
He nodded, drifting off into sleep. She smiled, kissing him lightly on the forehead before standing up and walking to the office door. She looked back at his sleeping figure and sighed slightly, turning around and switching off the lights, closing his office door.
The old priest whistled as he stepped out of the cabin and onto the cobblestone path leading to the back entrance of the church. Turning around, he locked the door behind him before making his way down the path, flashlight in hand, to make the final ground check of the night.
He sighed as he looked around at the bushes and trees surrounding both sides of the paths. Since it was early spring, the trees had already grown most of their leaves and the flower buds on the bushes had nearly started to open, giving the sense of a new beginning. Smiling as he walked up to the door, navy blue robes swishing around him, he checked the locks to make sure they were securely fastened before making his way around the front of the church.
Breathing deeply, he thought about all of the years he had spent walking these same rounds around the church, and yet things never got old. Sure everything got older, just as he had, but they never got old; at least not to him. He still looks forward to giving the morning sermons each day with the same excitement and impatience that he did when he had just gotten out of college, some 50 something years ago.
The priest smiled sadly, thinking about what would happen to this land once he was gone. He had no children of his own and he had not trained any one to take his place. It would still hurt to see all of this land go to waste once he was gone, but he knew that his memory would carry on with the people he had preached and shown the religious path to.
He sighed again, closing his eyes and enjoying the warm breeze that existed even in the cold of the desert night. He opened them again as he started climbing the stone staircase that led to the church entrance doors.
The priest was about to grab the keys to the doors, out of the side pocket of his robe, when he noticed the young boy curled up in front of them. He looked around; surely the boy had a parent or someone looking for him. The thought was dismissed as he scanned the dark, lifeless streets surrounding the church.
He leaned down and lightly shook the boy awake.
"Nnnnn…"the boy moaned, shivering slightly.
"Hey…,"the priest smiled, "Wake up."
The boy opened his eyes coming face to face with the kindly, old man kneeling in front of him. "Who, who are you?" he asked nervously.
"I'm the priest of this church, Father Michael." the priest said kindly, his smile increasing the wrinkle lines around his dark eyes and around his cheeks. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Jonah. My name's Jonah." The boy smiled.
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