Chapter 3
Sara stood up and moved to the sink, " before we go into that, would you mind if I went up and showered real quick? I'm pretty dirty and I'd feel better after a shower".
" Sure, go ahead", Grissom said.
Sara left him sitting at the kitchen table to collect his thoughts. She felt it might be good if he had some time to absorb all that has happened. She and Brass had spoke on several occasions about how they would handle this.
Sara had called Brass a week before Jared was to be born. She had wanted her son to have some contact with a man and she knew she couldn't call Grissom. Things had gotten bad between her and Grissom when she left and she was afraid the birth of his child would make things worse.
Through the years Brass would spend his vacation time at the farm with Jared, teaching him how to hit a baseball and kick a field goal. Sara would watch Brass field questions from Jared about his father and what he was like. Brass always talked favorable of Grissom and would tell Jared that his father would be there for him when the time came. Brass made sure that Grissom's son grew up respecting and loving his father even though the circumstances were not like other families. There were times, when late at night, Brass would think about a relationship between himself and her, but that's as far as it would go. He was spending time with Jared because the boys' father couldn't, and he was satisfied with that. Brass knew the feelings she had for Grissom and he knew he could never come close to filling Grissom's shoes.
As Sara stepped out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and went to the bedroom. Standing at the dresser, looking at pictures, was Grissom. He looked up into the mirror and saw the reflection of her standing there. He turned and gazed at her body. Droplets of water that beaded up on her shoulders glistened from the evening light. Her legs, tanned from being in the fields, were clean and muscular. Her hair was wet and laid close to her face. She moved toward him slowly, looking deeply into his eyes.
She reached out and took his hand. " Do you remember? " She asked.
" How could I forget". He said.
Sara turned toward the bed and pulled his hand.
