A few more weeks had passed. Weeks in which Grissom had slowly become more friendly towards Sara again. They had come to a silent understanding: He needed time and she would give it. He would turn around eventually, he had made a promise that he would. Time was all it would take.
Sara felt like nothing was going on in her life, waiting for the man she loved once again had brought matters to a screeching halt. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. She was craving to be near him again.
Of course there was work. And the subject of Ecklie who every once in a while felt the urge to drop subtile hints about his opinion on her, not to stop until a flash of rage shot from her eyes to his as a warning of what she was capable of.
Grissom still felt protective of Sara, although she had told him she was perfectly capable of handling het own business. He had agreed to the fact that he wouldn't be territorial until he had earned it.
He had made sure he didn't share too many cases with Sara. It would be too hard to focus on evidence with her by his side. It had been that way for years, but now that he had a slight taste of what life could be like with her he wanted more.
He knew he should wait however. If he rushed into this any more than he already had there would be too much a chance of him getting hurt. He wanted to grow accustomed to the idea of a woman in his life.
Luckily Sara hadn't been pregnant from their slipup. He still couldn't believe the fact that he had let it happen. Well, he could believe it, because she had looked incredibly gorgeous and sexy and -dare he even think it?- hot that morning. Every once in a while his mind wandered to that morning. Sara on his breakfastbar. He was surprised he had ever done it in some place other than the bed. He had thought he was too old, but Sara had awoken this raw masculine side of him.
He'd have to admit he was a little proud.
A small knock on the door brought him back to reality. Sara stood in the doorway, face pale.
"You don't look to good." He said.
"Thanks!" She snapped. "You don't look like Brad Pitt yourself you know!"
Grissom was taken aback by her response. She obviously wasn't feeling well.
"I'm just worried. Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine." She said, staring down at her hands.
"You don't look it."
"Stop worrying Grissom, everything is okay."
"So why did you come to my office?" He asked carefully.
"I uh... Need to talk to you I guess."
Grissom wasn't really looking forward to a conversation on the ins and outs of their relationship, if you could even call it a relationship at this point, but he knew it was inevitable. He had kept her waiting too long already.
He hung his head and nodded.
"I need to know where you stand in this Gil."
He lifted his head quickly as he noticed her using his first name.
"I think I want to try. I know I want to try. I miss you. But the general idea of a relationship scares me a little. Work will always be very important to me."
"There is something I need to tell you." Sara seemed even paler than she did when she first came in. She rubbed the palms of her hands on her pants nervously.
"I think I might be..."
She swallowed, a single tear leaving her eye.
"Sara honey, you can tell me."
"I'm pregnant."
His eyes widened in shock and the color drained from his face so quickly Sara half-expected him to faint.
"That's impossible!" He gasped.
"You told me you... That you had..." He shook his head wildly in confusion. "You can't be! Can you?"
Sara silently nodded.
"But you told me..." Grissom cried out.
"Evidently you can have what looks like a period, but it's actually the egg implanting in the uterus. I had cramps and all... I really thought I... Gris I'm so sorry."
Grissom stared from her face to her abdomen in astonishment.
She
was carrying his baby. This couldn't be happening. He only just decided
he was ready to give their relationship a try. A child was not in that
picture.
"How did you find out?" He whispered.
"I started eating lots and lots of chocolate. I've never been much of a chocolate-person myself especially after the death of that famous poker player..."
"Lead."
"Right. So now I started eating at least five Mars-bars a day. I started feeling a bit weird, but happy at the same time, for no reason. And I started becoming depressed at night, thinking about the world..."
Grissom stared at her in silence for almost five minutes.
"Okay..." He finaly said slowly. "I'll look up a list of abortion clinics in the area and we could just..."
Grissom had not seen Sara this mad for as long as he'd known her. If a look could kill CSIs would definately be processing his body very soon.
"Abortion!" She roared. "This is life we are talking about Grissom! It's not a bag of groceries you can just return! It's been six weeks since this little thing was conceived! You know when the heart starts beating?"
Grissom shook his head.
"About three weeks after conception!" She said.
"I told you once I could never kill another human being, you even know why, and you suggest something like this? It's murder!"
"Actually it's women who once strode to be the boss of their belly and to open abortion clinics..." He stated.
"Well... I'll be boss of my belly and this little thing that's growing inside me! It stays in, Grissom!"
She got up out of her chair and raced towards the door.
"Sara!" Grissom yelled. But it was too late. She was already gone.
He felt tears prick the back of his eyes. He felt sorry for her, and for him, and for that baby. A tear ran down his face, which he had burried in his hands. What was he going to do?
Sorry for those of you who couldn't take more of the angst, there is going to be more. After all, this is Grissom and I'm trying to stay true to his character... Love, Lynn PS. Chapter 10 will be up verrry shortly because I have already finished it!