disclaimer: I do not own CSI

AN Sorry for this chapter being so late, real life has been stressing during the holiday time. Next chapter will be up on Saturday next week.

chapter 2

How was she supposed to find Gretchen in this crowd of hastily running people? Sara sighed and wished that she'd never agreed in picking Grissom's mother up from the airport. Not only that it was almost impossible to find her there, when she would find her she would be the one whom Gretchen would blame for being hours too late.

Sara had been searching in almost every hall but hadn't seen her, now she figured that Gretchen had probably taken seat in one of the cafés, so she was searching for her in those.

When she finally spotted her she felt relived, not because she had found her but because finding her meant being able to go home, and going home was all she wanted now. She wanted to enter their house and then wanted to twitch Grissom's nipples, because that was what hurt him the most. 'Being mad' was an understatement. And then she wanted nothing else but to sleep.

She entered the café and walked over to Gretchen's table. She took seat in front of her and it took a moment before Grissom's mother noticed her.

/Finally/ She signed and the expression in her face told Sara that Gretchen was also slightly pissed off.

/Sorry/ Sara signed back. /Gil overslept/

A bright smile built up on Gretchen's lips. /You learned to sign/

Sara nodded. /Gil taught me how to do it/

/At least he is good for something/ Gretchen signed grinning.

Sara chuckled. /How are you/

/I am good. Except for the time that I had to wait here. You look tired./

/I worked double shifts for the last weeks so that I could take this next week of./

/Do you want a coffee? I pay./

Sara smiled softly. Actually she wanted to sleep but she liked being with Gretchen. So she agreed. She ordered a coffee for herself and another one for Gretchen. Short after the coffee was served and paid Gretchen brought up the theme that Sara would have loved to avoid.

/So, when are you two going to make me a happy grandmother/ Gretchen asked.

Sara swallowed hard. Actually they had agreed in telling his mother something else, but Sara felt like she deserved a chance for revenge. /Gil does not want any children yet/

/I figured that he is the problem/ Gretchen signed thoughtfully. /So what could we do to change his mind? Let me think…/

/Oh I tried that. No chance./ Great Sara, now you dug your own grave. When she's trying to convince Gil that children are his secret whish then…

/But children are so wonderful. The most beautiful and wonderful evidence of the love that you two share/

/I think we both are not ready to be parents yet. I mean I have my job and it is really stressful and I'm not at home at night and sleep almost all day and Gil is teaching in the morning/

/Well one of you would have to stop working for a while. I don't see a problem there. Just imagine how wonderful a life with children is. And being scared of it is nothing unusual. But believe me, when you are holding your baby in your arms for the first time you will know that everything will be fine. You do not have to be the best mother in the world as long as you love your child and as long as you are doing your best./ Gretchen had a mission and that was obvious to Sara.

Sara swallowed hard again. /We just think that we shouldn't make our decisions too fast. We…/

/Oh come on. Just imagine how wonderful it would be. When you come home and your little son is already waiting for you and his eyes are shining so bright and he's smiling and so happy that his mommy is home. There is no greater gift than the love that a child feels for its parents./

Sara raised an eyebrow. She had to end this conversation before she'd make promises that she did not want to make. She glanced at her still full coffee cup and saw only one chance. She drank all the hot coffee at once, a burning pain growing worse and worse in her throat, but she wouldn't stop until the cup was empty. When she finished she hastily put the cup back on the table. She swallowed the pain and tried to not let Gretchen see that it was almost impossible to suppress the urge to scream.

She left her seat, ignoring that Gretchen hadn't even touched her cup yet. /We have to go now. I am sure that Gil is already wondering where we are./

Gretchen raised an eyebrow but followed Sara out of the café. Sara was glad that she couldn't talk with Gretchen during the ride home and when she entered their house she simply threw an angry look at Grissom and then headed for the kitchen to get some ice. Although her throat had stopped hurting, she figured that ice couldn't do any harm and she was not in the mood to have to justify herself any longer.

Grissom followed her after a while. Coming closer to her she let him put his arms around her waist, but when he tried to kiss her she turned her face away.

"What's wrong honey?" He asked brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I am mad at you." She said, trying to sound angry.

"Mad at me?"

"Yes." She sighed.

He tried to kiss her again and this time she let him. Their lips met in a soft kiss, then he broke the contact of their lips. "Still mad at me?"

"Yeah." She whispered.

He kissed her again, this time he let his tongue slip over her lips, pleading for an invitation. Sara sighed and twined her arms around his neck, then she slightly opened her lips and let his tongue in.

When she broke the kiss she smiled softly. "I wish being mad at you would be easier."

Grissom grinned. "You didn't want to be mad at me because you love me too much to be mad at me."

Sara rolled with her eyes. "You and your theories. You should have started with that much earlier, like six years ago, then your mother probably would already have given up asking when we'd get a baby."

"So she asked you?"

"She did not only ask me, she tried to convince me how wonderful it is to have children."

"But did you tell her what we agreed to tell her?" Judging the expression in her face he knew that she hadn't. He sighed. "What did you tell her?"

"Well not what we agreed…" She said biting down on her bottom lip. "Let's forget about that and go to bed." She said trying to seduce him with her eyes.

"Sara, that doesn't work. Besides my mother will be out of the bathroom in about ten minutes and then we will have to eat with her and…"

Sara slowly opened the buttons of his shirts. "Ten minutes… can be a long time…" She whispered into his ear, kissing his neck from time to time.

"I get it, you will not tell me what you told her." He said grinning.

"Could you forget about your mother for a while and just make out with me? Because I really wouldn't feel good with the thought that you're still thinking about your mother while we're…"

"We are not going to…" He formed air quotes with his hands. "…make out."

"That makes me very sad." She said and winked.

"I will cheer you up later." He winked back and smirked.

TBC