Title Wash Away part ten
Note: Thank you again for all of the wonderful reviews. And, to those worried about Sara telling Grissom. Eventually. Eventually. It won't be for several chapters. LOL
Thanks also to Nancy, for all of your insight on twins.
Late August, 06
October 19th. That would be her due date if she were expecting one baby. However, Dr. Staten had prepared Sara for an earlier due date and insisted she not do anything strenous. Pulling the laptop over next to her tremendous body, she decided beginning another book should not be too taxing, except for her mind. The first book was hardly sitting in her publisher friends office when Alyssa had phoned her and urged her to write a second book with the same characters. Sara had refused to sign a contract for subsequent books due to a desire to have no obligations. It was with much reluctance that Alyssa had relented.
Now she began a second book with a wry smile. This one would also evolve around a combination of a multitude of cases she investigated in San Francisco in her first years as a CSI. She released a heavy sigh and began an outline. She was about to begin the first paragraph when her cellphone rang. Reaching over to the dresser she answered the phone after glancing at the display panel.
"I'm surprised that you called me." Sara said as she tapped lightly on the keyboard. The question mark appeared on the screen and she continued tapping the same key as she watched one after another roll along, filling the empty space.
"I know that you want to make the decisions on when we talk, Sara, but I really needed to hear your voice." Grissom sounded uncertain of himself, almost lost. She had heard him like this before.
"You had another nightmare, Grissom?" Sara let her finger rest on the key as she waited for his confirmation. It had been a running joke between them in the months they had been intimate. Who would comfort the other when the nightmares hounded them? It sometimes seemed that one or the other woke up in a cold sweat at least once a week. A warm soothing voice and loving touches always eased the tension and fears away and they were able to return to a more peaceful sleep. She knew what it was like to awaken from these dreams and be comforted and she knew too well what it was like to awaken, alone.
"What was this one about Grissom? Do you want to talk about it?" Sara spoke with a soft voice filled with compassion. She knew the impact of how much it cost him to share his fears with anyone, and she could not bring herself to shut him out now.
"This was a new one." Grissom confessed. He leaned back against his headboard and squeezed his eyes tight. "You vanished. I couldn't find you anywhere and I didn't know where you had gone. When I woke up, it still felt real." Grissom pressed a palm against mid forehead. "I needed to hear your voice."
Sara did not know what to say to this confession, so as she gathered her thoughts she said nothing. Grissom must have read his own thoughts into the silence because he cleared his throat and said with a gruffness that she knew he did not intend.
"I'll let you go, Sara. I'm sorry to bother you with this, it was thoughtless of me."
"Don't go, Grissom. I don't mind that you called me, it just threw me for a second." Sara felt a strange calmness wash over her as she reassured him. "I think that, considering everything that has transpired between us, your nightmares are understandable. I'm sorry that I've attributed to them."
"Enough that you will come home?" Grissom said without much hope in his voice.
"Home to Vegas? Or home to you, Grissom?" Sara felt the need to pinpoint where his intentions lay.
"Both." Grissom replied without hesitation, and then added with an almost hasty afterthought. "Or just home to Vegas if it will bring you back. You know that your job is always open, I haven't filled the position."
Sara contemplated his response. The thought of returning to Vegas, working with her friends and seeing Grissom, was almost too tempting. "Maybe, Grissom. I'll think about it but that's all I can say at this time. No promises."
"I'll take that, Sara, but I will give you a promise." Grissom gathered up his courage and said. "I promise that if you do come back, I won't pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do. I promise that I will continue to give you space and let you call the shots, but know that when you are ready then I'll be waiting."
A tiny smidgen of guilt crept over Sara as she felt one of her babies kick. Touching the spot, she tread on dangerous ground once again as she asked him.
"Grissom? Tell me why you said that you never saw children in our future? Have you never wanted a child?"
TBC
