Title: Wash Away part fourteen
Note: Thank you again for the wonderful reviews and opinions!
Side note: LH...I know...I'm trying to avoid cliches, but I may hit some walls. I really don't like LH/Grissom and do not understand the plausibility of it at all. And, no, there is no LH/Grissom in my stories. Never. I'm strictly GSR, so granted, his reaction towards LH is probably not in line with how the show's real writers would portray it, but this is what I would like to see.
Thanks again to Nancy for info on twin discomfort. g
Mid September, 06
Vegas
Grissom clicked the phone off and stared into space. What was Sara about to tell him before she heard Heather? It was something important, he was certain of that much, and vowed to call her back as soon as he could get some time alone. Heather could not have walked in at a more lousy time.
Brass cleared his throat. He felt like shit when he realized that Grissom was on the phone with Sara and that she had heard Heather greeting him as they stepped into his office. He had not wanted to ask Grissom to help with Heathers problem, but she had been insistent that he was the only one that could. He could only hope that Sara would understand and not be angry with either of them.
Heather tilted her head to the side and watched Grissom as he fought back his emotions. It was the first time she had seen him so emotional about anything, and wondered who Sara was exactly.
Tossing his cellphone onto his desk, Grissom pushed the thoughts of what Sara must be thinking to the back of his mind. Brass had come to him last week and explained that the homicide he was working was related to several missing infants, Lady Heather's missing grandchild possibly amongst them. Various insects were crawling about the victims and Brass needed a timeline. It was a convoluted mess. Brass had insisted that he would have kept him out of the loop since it was a dayshift case, but for the bugs. Again, Grissom thought, his luck was not going very well. He wanted to finish the timeline, go home, and then call Sara back.
"I don't have anything yet." Grissom told them with a shrug. "I'll call you, Jim, when I have some information." He stood up, retrieved his phone, and walked towards them.
Heather stopped him with a cold stare. He had treated her with indifference the last time they met and she had not liked it at all. After the incident with the whip, he had distanced himself, called an ambulance and then Brass. He had returned to police headquarters with them but he had remained separate which was fine by her since she prided herself on being independent. They had gone their separate ways, with the exception of the trial, until she had requested Brass to seek his help.
"I thought that we could all have dinner, catch up on the case." Heather suggested with a soft smile.
Frowning, Grissom exhanged looks with Brass, and then looked back at Heather. "I told you that I don't have any more information, Heather, and I have too much work waiting for me to leave here for dinner. Take Jim."
Brass shook his head. "I asked Heather to remain at home and let us handle this case." He happened to walk up to Grissom's office at the same time as Heather. A lucky coincidence he grimly though as he wondered about Heather's motives.
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West Coast
She could not get comfortable. If she lay on her right side, then one of her babies would twist and kick. If she turned onto her left side, then the other one would protest. Lying flat on her back was not much better. The only time they stopped moving and pushing was when she walked. So she walked. She walked from the bedroom to the living area and back to the bedroom, all the time carrying her cellphone as she waited for Grissom to call her back with explanations.
She eased herself onto the sofa. Grissom owed her no explanations. That was the kicker. He did not owe her anything because she had left and they had never made a verbal committment to one another. Squeezing her eyes shut, she rubbed her belly, stared at the phone and wished she could get some sleep. She did not know which was worse, the discomfort of carrying two squirming boys or waiting for another one to call.
It was daybreak when the her phone rang, startling Sara from her restless sleep.
"Did I wake you?" Grissom asked as he looked at his watch and frowned. He was still at work, waiting rather impatiently for his research to be complete. "I could call you back in a few hours?"
"That's okay, Griss." Sara answered in a groggy voice. She rubbed her brow and tried to figure out why her legs were soaking wet. "Oh, shit."
"What is it? Sara, what's wrong?" Grissom asked. He stopped pacing and waited for her reply.
"I think you should come out here, Grissom. I'll tell Warrick to call you, but right now I have to hang up the phone." Sara knew that she probably sounded crazy to him. First, she did not want him to know where she lived. Next, she told him he should fly out here immediately. In this exact second she knew that she wanted to see him and that he needed to get his ass out here.
She called 911 before she phoned Warrick. "My water broke, Warrick. I need you to call Grissom and give him directions."
"Whoa, whoa. Your water broke?" Warrick asked. He sat up in bed with sudden alertness. "You told him?"
"Not yet." Sara gritted her teeth as a spasm of pain gripped her body. "I just told him that he needed to come out here and that you would give him directions."
"That's not cool, Sara. I have to field the questions when he wants to know why you suddenly request his presence and he needs to hop a plane immediately."
Sara clutched her side as another ripple of pain hit her body. "Warrick. I. Am. Having.These babies. " The pain subsided and she released a long breath. "I don't give a shit what you tell him right now."
"Okay." Warrick held his hand over the mouthpiece and informed of Tina that Sara's water broke and she was in labor. "My other line is ringing, it's probably Grissom.You want me to drive to your place or meet you at the hospital."
"Hospital." Sara could now hear the ambulance sirens. "Warrick? I'm sorry for snapping at you, I've never experienced these-." She could not finish as another pain sliced through her thoughts.
"It's okay, Sara. We'll see you at the hospital." Warrick hit the button on his cell phone and answered the call from Grissom. "No questions, Griss. Call this airline and get the first flight out." He gave him the airport and the city, and waited for Grissom to repeat the information. Instead, Grissom protested.
"I'm in the middle of a case that requires my attention, Warrick. Is Sara okay? What is going on?" Grissom stared at the larvae and his notes. He was so close, but it was going to take at least another day or even two.
"Give the case to Nick or Catherine." Warrick persisted. "You need to catch the next flight. I can't say anymore."
"Is Sara in danger?" Grissom dropped the pen he was holding and felt the back of his neck begin to ache.
"Not directly." Warrick hedged. She was giving birth to twins. How dangerous was that? "Could be, I don't know." Warrick watched Tina pull a dress over her head and dash into the bathroom. "I need to get dressed, Griss. Call me when you know what flight you get on."
"I can't leave yet, Warrick." Grissom saw Catherine and Greg walking past the lab. "I'll call you back."
Warrick was left holding the phone and marveling at the fact that his mentor could be so dense when it came to his own life. He looked up at Tina who had reemerged from the bathroom. "I can't believe this guy."
"He isn't coming? Does he know that Sara is about to have his babies?" Tina slid her shoes on and picked up one of Warrick's shirts before tossing it to him.
"No, she had decided to tell him, but didn't have a chance." Warrick tossed his phone on the bed and pulled the shirt over his head. "If he blows this, then I'm not sure if Sara will be able to look past it."
"I don't agree, Warrick. He doesn't know she is pregnant, so how can he make a rash decision to jump on a plane at a seconds notice and fly out here for some reason he doesn't understand?"
Warrick pulled on his jeans as he processed Tina's point of view. As he reached for his socks, he shook his head and said matter of fact. "Because, Sara would never ask him to do this if it wasn't something important. Grissom should know that much."
TBC
