Chapter 9

Sara heard a car engine start up, she peered out of the barn window and noticed Brass was pulling away, in a hurry. She had no idea that things would turn out like they did. Sara had lived in a dream world for so long. She had hoped, prayed, that Brass didn't mean all the things he had said to her in the past. When Jared was a baby, Sara would often notice Brass watching her, looking at her as she fed and bathed him. Brass seemed to be the pseudo father, and pseudo husband.

There were many nights Sara would lay her head on his shoulder and cry. Tears for another man, that man being his friend. It was becoming strangely apparent to her that Brass had no intention of Grissom ever coming to Arizona.

Sara was startled out of her thinking by a voice. "So what's with the two of you"? Grissom said. His facial expression showed he was hurt. "Have you two….um"?

"No, and I can't believe you are even thinking that." She returned.

"I haven't seen or heard from you for so long, I don't know what I should or shouldn't think. I'm …I'm sorry." Grissom replied.

Grissom reached out to rub the black mare standing in the stall next to him. He couldn't help but to notice how soft and well groomed she was. He looked at the mare's features, her long legs and swollen stomach. "This one's fat, is she pregnant"? He said.

"Yeah, she's going to foal any day now. The vet said she is a few days over due". Sara said peering over the edge of the stall.

"I hope I get a chance to see that". Grissom said.

"I hope you stay long enough to". Sara replied.

Grissom moved toward her and took her hand. "I'm not going anywhere. Regardless of things between Jim and I. I am not going to let you get out of my sight. I lost you once; I will not lose you again to anyone or anything".

"Did you notice that Brass left"? Sara asked.

" Yes, I saw him leave." Grissom replied.

Sara motioned to the door, "I know where he's headed, there's a little bar down the road we would go to sometimes to get a cold one before Jared got home from school. I better go down there and talk to him."

"I'm going with you". Grissom responded.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea…". She said.

"I'll be all right, I'll stay at the bar and let you two talk it out if necessary, but I'm going with you". Grissom demanded.

Sara stepped out of the stall and moved toward the house. Grissom hesitated at first, then followed her.