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Chapter 22

Sara thought that planning to have a baby would be as easy as not planning to have one. After all, one night of incredibly hot sex and her birth control patch gave up the ghost. Once she and Grissom had decided to have another baby Sara was determined to get started immediately. So when things didn't follow her time line, she had turned their bathroom into a lab. There were thermometers and charts and things Grissom was afraid of. This was no longer about making love, no longer about sex; this was about conception, pure and simple. But you know what they say about the best laid plans. After more than six months of disappointment, emotions were running high for both her and Grissom.

Jonathan was down for the night and Grissom was still asleep. He had worked a double and was trying to get in a few hours sleep before he had to go back to work. Sara had been feeling a little feverish all day. Not sick really, just warm from the inside out. She knew she should be ovulating. When she checked her temperature and consulted the chart she realized that now was a prime conception time. Without a second's hesitation she hurried to strip off her clothes and slide into bed with her husband.

Grissom had only been asleep for about four hours and his brain and body were beyond tired. Doubles didn't happen very often anymore. He had people to go home to. After more the twenty-five years, the dead no longer took precedence over the living. As often happened when he was past the point of exhaustion, his dreams were strange and non-sensical.

Grissom was sitting in his office when he saw Greg skateboarding down the hall. The boy was wearing a dress and singing show tunes. He could see Hodges in the break room with a bunch of makeup and hair people fussing around him. He kept saying something about looking good for the camera crew. Even Judy had gone crazy. She was dressed in black leather and was chasing Archie up and down the halls screaming about him being a bad boy. There was a dead body in the morgue and Doc Robbins was playing air guitar while Bobby from ballistics did the autopsy. He started out the door to restore order when her realized Terri Miller and Lady Heather were keeping him locked in. He could only watch through the glass as Nick and Warrick went around the lab taking bets on how long before the 'old guy loses it'. Suddenly, Sara appeared in his office. She was naked and sprawled on top of his desk.

"Grissom, oh, Grissom," she crooned, "it's time."

"Time for what?" He tried to feign confusion but she was having none of that.

"You know. Time to make a baby." Sara gave him her sexiest look and crooked her finger, motioning him nearer. "You know that it was all your idea. Come over here and give me your sperm."

"Sara, honey, do you see what's going on out there? I can't do this now." Grissom looked around to see that everyone had stopped their frenzied fun and were gathered around the glass walls looking in.

"It's okay, Gil. They know we do it. Besides I have something to prove to the ice queens." She raised a slender arm and gestured toward the door. When he didn't move she stood and walked over to him. Somehow her hand was on him and she was squeezing and rubbing and he felt himself begin to respond.

"Mmmm, that's it baby. You know what I like. Is that all for me?" Sara was talking but over that he could hear their audience laughing.

Then over the laughter he heard Heather, "Look, Terri. I was right. She does lead him around by his Johnson."

Grissom came awake slowly. The dream clung to him like a wet blanket. Vaguely he realized that Sara was curled up behind him and her hand really was massaging him. Groaning, he kept his eyes closed. He found himself hoping, for just one second, that she would go away.

"Griss, are you awake?" Her voice wasn't much louder than a whisper. "Grissom?"

"I'm awake," he mumbled. His voice was rough with sleep and he fought the urge to keep his eyes closed. He rolled over to face his wife and snuggled into her body. "Can't I just sleep another couple of hours? I'm so tired, honey."

"Griss, the chart says that this is an optimal time. I just need you for five minutes. Then you can go back to sleep. Come on baby, just five minutes." Sara pleaded with him; all the while her hands were sliding over his flesh.

With a sigh, Grissom nodded. "Okay. Let me brush me teeth though." With that he rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom.

Returning to the bed, Grissom shed his boxers and climbed between the sheets. Pulling Sara into his arms he placed a quick kiss on her lips. "Okay, the clock starts now," he teased and laughed when she playfully punched his arm.

For a few minutes the only sound in the room was the soft, wet slide of lips on lips. As if by rote, their hands sought out the places sure to arouse. There was a somewhat mechanical precision to their movements. When Sara realized that Grissom wasn't as excited as he needed to be she pulled back a little and asked, "Is everything okay?"

Grissom nodded. "Everything is fine. Just give me a second."

Sara placed hot kisses on his chest, zigzagging from side to side. She worked her way lower until she could take him in her mouth. Grissom groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair. "Sara, oh that's good." Still his body didn't respond to the stimulus. Finally, in frustration, Grissom tugged her up to rest on his chest. "Please stop."

"But," Sara started. Not knowing how to continue she just looked at him helplessly.

"I need to take a shower and get ready for work." Grissom sat up on the edge of the bed and dropped his head into his hands, rubbing furiously at his eyes.

"Griss, why don't you lay back down? I shouldn't have…you know. I knew you were too tired. I'm sorry." Sara moved to sit next to him, rubbing a hand up and down his back.

"Why are you apologizing? It wasn't you that couldn't rise to the occasion." The anger snapped in his voice. He stood and walked into the bathroom, closing the door.

Sara was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully clothed, when he emerged. One look at his face and she knew that he was hurting. As he stood at the dresser, looking for a pair of socks she walked up and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face between his shoulders. She felt him stiffen at her touch but hung on. "Gil, you know it could happen to anybody, right?"

Stepping away from her Grissom said, "But it didn't happen to anybody, Sara. It happened to me. I couldn't perform. Not Nick or Greg or…or…Hank. Me! I couldn't get it up!"

Sara recoiled at the mention of Hank. "Hank! What does Hank have to do with this? That has been over for…oh hell…forever!"

"Well, you know, if you hadn't married an old man you wouldn't be having this conversation." Grissom sat on the bed and pulled his socks on. Standing he began shoving his wallet and change into his pockets. He walked into the closet to find his shoes.

"You're right. If I weren't married to an 'old man', as you put it, I wouldn't be trying to have a baby. I wouldn't be married at all." Sara's voice was tight with anger. Her body literally vibrated with rage.

"Maybe you'd be better off." Grissom emerged from the closet. "I'm going to work. I'll see you in the morning." He stormed out, leaving a shocked Sara to sink down on the bed in a boneless heap.