Chapter 17
Sara had only talked to Grissom twice since he left. When they talked, she could tell that he was consumed with trying to find a solution to her illness. His words were short and uneventful. Brass would call to check up on her and Jared and assured her that Grissom was doing…what Grissom does. On the farm, the days seemed longer than usual to her.
Late one evening, while playing cards, Jared finally addressed the issue. 'Mom, is Dad doing something with the spider that we caught?"
"Yes, I think he is. I'm not sure what he is doing, but I know that sometimes he can make bugs…well…talk to you." She said taking a card from the stack.
Jared seemed puzzled, "what do you mean talk to you, bugs can't talk."
"You know I don't really mean talk. I meant that he knows all about bugs, like you know all about horses. He can take a bug and dissect it and figure out a lot of things." Sara explained.
"Cool…cut it open? Bug guts everywhere. I could do that Mom." Jared said pressing his thumb on the table and rotating it back and forth.
Sara folded her hand in and started to put the cards away. "Ok, enough is enough, time for you to go to bed big guy. I'll call Uncle Jim tomorrow and see when he thinks they are coming back. Now scoot upstairs."
Late that night, when the house is quiet, Sara found herself lying in bed thinking of how she has lived the past 7 years. The things that she could have done differently weighed heavy on her heart. She treated Grissom unfairly; she used his best friend and turned them against each other. She had been wrong, she was still wrong. Many a night she cried herself to sleep, and this night was no exception but sleep never came. Sara would recite to herself over and over, if she ever had a second chance, she would somehow make it right. There could be two men in Jared's life. She thought to herself, the choices she made were bad choices, around every corner another bad decision. How was she going to make it all up in the little time she had….
The noise startled her; groggy she reached for the phone. "Hello," A familiar voice spoke, "Sara, its mold… mold changed the environment. The spiders are digesting the mold causing a molecular diversification of the Sphingomyelinase D toxin causing it to be unique…"
"Slow down, wait a minute Griss, I can't understand you." she interrupted.
"I'm sorry Sara, I'm……I'm coming to the farm…I'll be there in the morning." slowing his words down.
"Alright, but bring Brass. I need to make things right." and she hung up the phone.
Unknown to Sara, Grissom and Jim had mended their differences while at the Lab. There were heated discussions, but the two had been friends for a long time. They both agreed that the ultimate goal was to keep Sara alive, not for their benefit, but for Jared's. Grissom grew up, for the most part, without a father. Brass admitted, with his military background that he had seen on many occasions where "good friends" would fill the fathers shoes while they were deployed. The agreement between the two of them was that Jared was actually better off with two male figure heads in his life.
