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A/N: Thanks Cybro for the great beta job.

Chapter Ten: The Baby

Grissom got the call in the middle of class. Kevin told him not to rush, but he could hear the fear that over took his voice. Sara was two weeks away from her due date. It wasn't the earliness of the possibility of a birth. They both knew that after thirty-seven weeks, the baby was full term. What was bothering him is she didn't call him. His mind went into hyper drive, as he climbed into his car. He could feel that there was something wrong, and all he wanted was to make it to her in time. He threw his car into drive and sped from the parking lot. He called the team as he drove to the hospital. They told him that they would be there as soon as possible and not to worry, she would be okay. Grissom hoped so.

When Grissom got to the hospital, Kevin was waiting in the lobby for him. He led Grissom up to where Sara's room was. When Grissom got near the door, he suddenly became afraid of opening it. What would he see? How should he react? Should he be scared for her? No, he didn't want to panic her in any way.

Grissom sucked it up and walked in. He saw Sara lying on the bed, looking so frail. He took a seat next to her and placed her hand in his. "Sara, honey I'm here."

"Hey, Gil." Sara opened her eyes.

Grissom placed his hand on Sara's bump. "How's my little one doing?"

"They're…they're going to take the baby." Sara was fighting to keep her eyes open. "Gil…I'm sick. If I don't…If I don't make it…."

"Hey, you'll make it, you're strong." Grissom watched as she nodded her head and feel asleep.

She had to make it! She had to... Grissom didn't think he could live his life without her. His Sara, his angel. He felt dizzy, so he and Kevin left back towards the lobby, where he called the team back in Vegas. Only when he got there, he remembered he had called them already.

Grissom and Kevin went to the waiting area outside the operating room. They nervously waited for news. They both knew they could lose Sara. The doctors had basically told them as much. Plus there was the fact, that they wouldn't let Grissom be in there. Neither man could see the other tearing up.

"Grissom, I know Sara will make it through this! She is tou-"

Grissom interrupted Kevin's attempts to calm him down. "You don't know that! You, like I, know good and well that the odds are stacked against Sara living. I mean--" Grissom started to cry, putting his head in his hands. To his surprise, Kevin gave his brother-in-law a friendly rub on the shoulder.

"I know how much Sara means to you, Grissom. And... and I am sorry that I didn't notice it before. Sara always thought that you were 'the one', but I never wanted to believe it because I didn't want to let her go. I don't know why I haven't told you this sooner... Maybe it was because I was still scared to let go." With that said, Kevin put his own head in his hands. Kevin thought back to a moment, when he knew he was the one that had to protect Sara from hurting.

Kevin could hear his parents screaming at each other. Through the yelling he heard a soft tap on his door. He knew it was her, she often ran to his room on nights like this. She was seeking refuge from the war. The door slowly opened revealing the scared child.

"Vinny, you read me story?" The four year old Sara climbed her way up into the bed. She snuggled under the covers, as Kevin wrapped his arms around her. "Vinny…why mommy and daddy yell so much?" Tears streamed down the little girl's face as she searched her brother's face for answers.

None greeted her. Kevin didn't want his baby sister to feel responsible for the fighting. He knew that if she knew exactly what they were fighting about, which was usually their children, Sara would feel guilty and would also feel the need to make it stop. Kevin didn't want Sara to get hurt.

Kevin opened the book and began to read. He smiled to himself about her choice. Any other child her age would choose 'Snow White', but not Sara. Oh no, her book of choice tonight was, 'The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe'. He had read that book to her more times than he could count. He would never admit it, but he loved her curled up to him as he read. He always smiled as her eyes started to feel heavy, allowing sleep to over take her. That night was like many before and many to follow. He protectively held her as he watched her sleep. That's how he always fell asleep, himself; holding on to a special part of his life, not wanting it to slip away.

Grissom had some memories of his own that he was reflecting upon: He vividly remembered the first time that he had met Sara Sidle. She was swiftly walking down the hall, binder and papers in hand. He stopped everything that he was doing and turned towards her. She had been in his seminar listening to his lecture, often raising her hand to question or comment; the only one to do so. Grissom watched her as she bumped into another student and dropped all that she was holding. The jerk that bumped her took off without helping her. Grissom decided to walk over.

He bent down and went to grab one of her books. Their hands touched for a brief moment, "Sorry." He moved his hand back and picked up a few other things. They both stood up at same time, smiling at each other. "Here you are." He smiled at her as she took the books. He could get lost in her eyes, and he did. "It…It's Miss Sidle isn't it?" He trembled over his words.

Sara blushed, surprised that he knew her name; well, he should. Sara only answered every question that was supposed to be rhetorical within the lecture. Wow, his eyes... they were so... Sara had to turn away from him in a hurry. Even with her head turned for those brief seconds, she could feel his gaze stinging the back of her head. Sara turned back towards him, face red.

"Yes, but it's Sara, please." She smiled at Grissom, knowing there was something about him. She was looking in his eyes for so long that time seemed to pass. "I…I should get to the library." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "Umm…but I would love to hear about your job at the crime lab some more. It sounds interesting." Sara balanced her books so she could get to a blank paper. She scribbled something down, and then handed it to him. "Call me sometime." Then with a wink she walked away, leaving him to watch her go.

Grissom stood still for what had to have been ten minutes at the least. His eyes were wide and his heart was pounding unbelievably fast. Did she really do that? Wha--What happened? Grissom was shocked. He wanted to badly see her again and for the remainder of the day couldn't stop thinking about her. He especially thought about how he was going to approach her and ask her out. What would happen if he chickened out? What if he wouldn't be able to speak? What if he messed up and embarrassed her? Thoughts such as these ran through his head like bullets trying to find an escape.

Grissom looked at his watch, "Five minutes? Seems like five hours." He stood up and walked to the other side of the hall. He banged his head slightly on the wall on the other side of hall. He hid his face, and his flowing tears, from Kevin. There was no way he was going to let him see him cry. There was no way he could go on without Sara and their baby. He knew he needed them both. Not only needed, but he wanted them. It seemed so unfair; she was so close to having a family that she never had. How could fate be so cruel to her?

Catherine spotted Grissom first. He looked terrible: bags under his eyes, hair a mess, face red, and his hands were shaking pretty badly. She motioned to Warrick, Nick, Greg, and Brass and they walked over to him and Kevin. Grissom looked up just as they were about to call out for him, and he stood and greeted them. They hugged him and gave him silent comfort. Catherine sat next to him.

"How is she?" she asked Grissom.

"She is... breathing... for now." There was a squeak toward the end of the sentence. God, he was taking it so badly. This was a side to Grissom that Catherine hadn't seen before, and she knew him well. She put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye, telling him that she was there for him if he needed her.

"So what's wrong with her?" Nick asked as he took a seat next to Kevin.

"Her blood pressure went up too high. They were able to bring it down for a few hours but, it sky rocketed. At that point they told me to call Gil…" Kevin was trying to explain, but was cut off by Grissom.

"What are you talking about?" Grissom stood up and looked down at Kevin. "How long was she here before you called me?" He was so angry. "Damn it Kevin, she is my wife and that is my child. I thought we were starting to at least respect each other and you pull this!" His voice crept a little louder than it should've been.

"Look, Gil, Sara told me not to call you!" was Kevin's response. Grissom's face turned red.

"And WHY would Sara tell you that!" Grissom's bellow echoed through the halls. He was angry with Kevin and thought he was lying. Why would his own wife not want him to be there for her?

"She didn't want you to worry about her! She said you would get all stressed out and then you would break down and--" Grissom cut Kevin's words off.

"And you listened to her!"

"Why wouldn't I? She is my sister."

"Kevin, you should have called me earlier! You should have known better than to leave me out of it!" Grissom sat back down, trying to calm himself. He was angry with Kevin, but knew that Kevin was just trying to respect his sister's wishes.

Before either man could say another word, the doors heading to the operating room opened. The man stepped up to Grissom. "Mister Grissom." His face was completely unreadable. He looked from person to person as they all stood up, in what seemed like slow motion. The hall was ghostly quiet. He could see that all the people that stood in front of him were deeply concerned to the women and baby. He didn't know who they wanted to hear about first. His breathe was deep in shallow. He knew he had to say something now, because he feared if he didn't, they all would go into a panic.

"Congratulations, you have a new beautiful baby girl. She is being checked out." He was thin man with glasses and he spoke in a deep tone of authority. "The baby will be released soon; we just need to examine her because of all of Sara's complications. The doctor will be down soon to take you up to see her." The man turned and turned to walk back into the room in which he came.

"Wait!" Grissom stopped him. The man turned back around, "How is Sara?"

"Mister Grissom, you wife…" He paused looking at the others. "You must understand her blood pressure was high, dangerously high." The doctor stepped closer to him. "Mister Grissom, your wife…Sara she's…"

THE END…

Yes the end!

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