Title: Wash Away part sixteen
Note: Thank you for all of the comments and support. It does keep me going. I'll be gone all weekend so there may not be an update until Monday.
Side Note: Maybe flight attendants would never act this way, but for the intents and purposes of this story...what can I say
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Vegas
"You make reservations for that flight yet, Gil?" Catherine asked. She stepped into Grissom's office and closed the door behind her with a soft thud. She was shellshocked. The idea of Grissom and Sara as parents. Grissom with children? Turning back around to face him she waited for his reply before she made any confessions that were not hers to make.
"The earliest flight I could get leaves in thirty minutes. It will take an hour and half for the flight to land. I have a return flight back tonight."
Grissom spoke as he picked up a notebook and walked around his desk until he stood in front of an extremely stunned Catherine. She was certain that she would have to talk him into making such an impulsive move and was now left not knowing what to say.
He arched an eyebrow and asked. "Did Warrick give you any more information?"
Catherine shook her head. Warrick had not given her information, but his wife had given her more than she knew what to do with. "You can call him with your flight information. I'm sure he will pick you up at the airport."
"Here." Grissom placed his notebook in her hands. "You have helped me with timelines before, you know the ropes. There really isn't much to do right now but wait and change the video tape out in another hour. Make sure there is no lapse in video time, Catherine."
So much for sleep, but this was worth every sleep deprived hour. "Call me, Gil. And, good luck."
Grissom did not have time to ponder her statement as he walked quickly from the building and to his car.
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West Coast
Sara watched as Iris did a cervix check.
"It's closer, Sara. You are dilated at 9." Iris walked around the exam table and smiled. She did not like the strained expression on Sara's face and tried to put her at ease. "You will be holding your beautiful babies soon."
The comment did not put her at ease, but intensified as she clutched the cellphone to her chest. She wanted privacy to call Grissom, but she had waited to long for any chance of that as the numerous hospital personnel entered and left the room preparing for the births.
With shaking hands she hit a button on her phone and waited as it connected with Grissom's. He answered on the first ring.
"I'm waiting to board the plane, Sara. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." She breathed deeply. 'He's flying out here. He's actually flying out here.' The thoughts tumbled in her mind as she blurted out something that she had been holding in for too long. "I need you, Griss. I hope that you can forgive me when you know the truth."
She did not mean to drop the phone, but as another pain rippled through her body she could not hold onto it and it fell with a loud thump to the OR floor.
"What truth? Honey? They are boarding us on the plane. I'll be there in less than two hours." He stared at the phone and was starteld when he heard Sara give a short scream and then moan. His heart stopped and then he heard a strangers voice soothing her, encouraging her to push.
Grissom slid into his seat on the plane with the phone pressed against his ear, afraid to breathe, lest he lose the connection.
"Push, Sara, that's it. I see the top of his head." The woman kept the encouragement going as Sara growled and pushed. "That's it. Here he comes." The pushing, the grunting, and then the sound of an infants tiny cry.
From his seat on the plane, Grissom did stop breathing. This was some surreal dream. His phone beeped indicating an incoming call, but he could not move to press the button. A memory popped into his mind of Sara saying that she would do almost anything to protect her child, protect him. She had asked him several times about their future and if children would be part of the plan. He had not pieced it all together, instead insisting to Sara that he did not want children.
Grissom felt a hand touch his shoulder and he looked up into the face of the flight attendant who was pointing to the seatbelt sign. Nodding he reached for the seatbelt as he balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear, listening to the commotion over the line. He felt another touch on his shoulder and this time he frowned up at the same flight attendant.
"Sir? You need to turn off your cellphone. We are about to take off."
Grissom watched the flight attendant walk away. He pressed the phone against his ear and could hear the commotion. He knew there was some evidence that linked battery-operated devices with disruption of critical aircraft navigation systems, but nothing concrete to his knowledge. He stained to here Sara's voice and wondered why she was panting hard once again. He did not get a chance to listen further as the flight attendant returned, reached out, and plucked the phone from his hand.
"I told you, no cellphones." The flight attendant glared at him as she waltzed back to the front of the plane where she could take her seat for the takeoff.
Grissom's fury with the flight attendants actions was soon replaced by the reality that he had a son.
TBC
