Title: Changes
Rating: PG
Pairings: G/S
Category: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't own 'em. Don't sue me.
Summary: It's been seven months since Nick was kidnapped and rescued. Everything had changed. GSR, I swear. Each chap is a different character's POV.
GRISSOM
Three Months Earlier
Sara hadn't come out of the bathroom. He was standing there in the kitchen, staring down the hall, wondering what had happened to her.
They had been sitting at the table, having coffee and scrambled eggs, when Sara had suddenly gotten up and run down the hall. That had been fifteen minutes ago.
"Sara? Honey?"
She didn't respond and Gil started to worry.
He deposited his coffee cup in the sink and moved slowly down the hall toward the bathroom.
They had been staying the last few nights in his townhouse while cleaning out her apartment. It had been a spur of the moment decision, moving in together, but things seemed to be working out fine. Mornings were sometimes difficult, if they had been working separate cases and either of them was having a bad day, it was hard to let the walls down and separate work from home.
Reaching the bathroom door, Gil found it locked and he knocked softly.
"Sara, sweetheart, are you all right? What's going on?"
She didn't answer again and he knocked louder.
"Sara, you're scaring me, answer me," he could feel himself shaking.
For a moment, he was silent and he house became eerily so.
Then the lock turned, and the door opened, and Sara threw herself into his arms and cried.
He watched her sleep. He loved watching her sleep. She was so beautiful and he often kicked himself for all of the days that he missed waking up with her beside him. But today was not one of those days. Today he thanked God for giving her to him.
Gil Grissom had never considered himself to be a lucky man. He wasn't one to believe in luck. He believed in evidence and hard work and the things that were tangible. Never had he believed that Sara Sidle could love him. But she did, and here they were.
He watched her sleep.
Things between them had progressed so quickly but, for the first time in his life, it didn't matter. He had been given a second chance at life, at love, with this woman, and he wasn't planning on screwing up again. In a matter of months, they had made love for the first time, moved in together, and Sara had become pregnant. And he wouldn't change a minute of it.
Grissom entered the break room, file open in his hands, humming quietly to himself. He put the file down on the table and turned to the coffee pot, still humming. He continued to make his coffee and proceeded to sit down at the table, only stopping when he turned and realized that Greg was staring at him.
"Greg," he said calmly, clearing his throat and sitting across from the younger CSI at the table.
Greg didn't say anything but Grissom could tell that he wanted to. He was obviously struggling to control his laughter.
"Griss, man, where you just humming?" Greg finally asked, "Cause I think I may have died and gone to Hell."
And then he laughed, uncontrollably from what Grissom could tell.
"Get a hold of yourself, Greg," Grissom barked, attempting to cover his mistake. He picked up his coffee and file and made a show of storming out of the room.
Once in the hall, he slowed down, his heart pounding in rhythm with his head as he tried to think of a way to explain away his good mood. Greg was a good guy, and Grissom, even though he wasn't likely to admit it, really believed he'd be a great CSI. But he couldn't keep a secret if his life depended on it. By the time their shift actually began, Grissom was sure that the entire team would've heard that he, the enigmatic Gil Grissom, had been humming in the break room. Rolling his eyes, he dropped into the chair behind his desk.
It was going to be a long night.
He had less than twenty minutes before he was to hand out assignments so he reached for his cell phone and dialed Sara's number.
"Hello?"
"Sara, honey, it's me," he said quietly.
He could hear her smiling over the phone, "I know. I have caller ID, Gil."
He smiled, "Right. Well, I think we may have another problem."
"What kind of problem?" she asked.
"Greg may have a clue that something is different," he explained, "with me at least."
"What did you do?" she asked, feigning exasperation.
He chuckled, "I was … humming."
And then Sara laughed. She laughed and he was happy and he suddenly didn't care if everyone knew that he'd been humming. Hell, he didn't care if everyone knew that he and Sara were having a baby, because he was the one who would hear her laughter.