A/N: Thought I'd try and get another chapter in before I have 3 very busy weeks at work so I'm not expecting to be able to write much. Shame because I've really found my groove lately and the ideas have been flooding for a change. At least I should have enough to keep me going for a while :)

I am sensing a little fluff so hope you enjoy. May as well have the calm before the storm. Thanks as always for your thoughts and reviews and my gracious thanks to calim for yet another great beta :)

On we go….

Chapter 25

After saying goodbye to everyone just after 6pm, Christine pushed Sara's wheelchair down the hall. Grissom, with a sleeping Michael in his arms, head resting in the crook of his neck, walked alongside.

"I think I'll just put him down like this," he said to Sara once in her room and moved towards his bed. "I can wash and change him in the morning."

Sara nodded at him then looked at Christine. "Can I stay out of bed for a little while longer?" she asked, that happy fuzzy feeling from the meds she'd just taken kicking through her system.

"Of course," Christine agreed. "But don't overdo it, okay? You haven't had any rest at all today."

"I won't," Sara promised. "I think I'll take a shower."

Smiling, Christine nodded. "I'll get the leg covers and then help you."

"Thanks," Sara said appreciatively.

As the nurse stepped away, Sara's eyes found her husband as he headed her way.

"Hey," he said softly, reaching for her hand.

"Hey," she said back with similar sentiment, looking at his hand, her fingers playing with his. "He still out?"

"Yeah. Some things never change. Once he's asleep, he's asleep."

"He's shattered, poor little thing," Sara added. "But he had a good day and that's all that matters."

Grissom's lips twitched. "Did you?"

Looking at him, she smiled. "I couldn't have asked for more," she returned, her voice slightly cracking.

Happily sighing, he leaned down to kiss her. "I'm so glad," he mumbled against her lips.

As he went to pull back, she clasped his arm and he paused. "I'm going to take a shower," she said.

He nodded. "Okay."

"You…urm," she began running her tongue across her bottom lip, "want to join me?" His eyes flicked to the bathroom and then back to her. "I know you usually help me into the chair but…you could stay. If… you want to."

Not denying he was a little surprised by her request, Grissom stood straight as Christine returned, waterproof covers in hand for Sara's legs, closing the door behind her as she entered.

"Shall we get you undressed?" she asked, placing the covers down onto the bed.

For once Sara was actually dressed in normal clothing. Well, she wasn't quite sure that shorts three times her size to get over her cast constituted normal but figured it was better than her usual nightgown and robe. Although, she hated that as well.

God, when was she going to look and feel normal again?

"Um, I'll sort her out," Grissom said to Christine who gave him a surprised look. "I'll be okay," he reassured. "If I need any help I'll call."

With a purse of her lips and a twitch in her eye, Christine simply nodded. "Okay," she agreed. "But be careful. She's only just had her medication so, please, no accidents. On anyone's part. We'd rather not be readmitting you."

Grissom held up two fingers. "Scouts honor."

"Hmmm," she mumbled then smirked. "I'll keep an eye on Michael for you," she finished on before leaving them to some privacy.

As Grissom looked back at her, Sara smiled as she lowered each arm on the wheelchair then held out her arms. Returning her smile, he moved in close and carefully slipped his arm underneath her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. How easily he picked her up shocked him but he kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to spoil the positive feeling in the air so kept his worry to himself and gently placed her on the bed.

"Undress me at your will, Mr. Grissom," Sara challenged.

"It's been a while since you've said that," Grissom returned, casually throwing off his jacket.

"Oooh," Sara cooed. "We are getting frisky."

Playfully wriggling his eyebrows, he held out his hands. "Top or bottom first?" he asked.

"Me or you?"

Working his jaw to the right, Grissom fought off a smirk but didn't fair too well and Sara just laughed.

"Well, the top half isn't really a problem, is it? Unless we consider you staring at it a problem."

"I wouldn't call that a problem," he shot back, edging closer. "Come on, lie back," he urged, slipping an arm around her back to help her down, sliding a pillow under her head to make her as comfortable as possible.

Sara hated needing help to dress. Grissom knew that but, considering the current mood, hopefully, this time would be different.

Kneeling beside her, he took hold of the waistband of her shorts and panties and started to shimmy them down. Carefully, she lifted her left butt cheek then her right to aid in the task then lifted her right leg as Grissom carefully raised her left. It didn't take him long and, soon enough, the shorts and panties were off.

"Done like a true master," Sara commended playfully.

Sucking on his lip, Grissom dropped the clothing and reached to help her sit back up. "I've had enough practice," he said coolly, placing his arm back under her legs and pulling her into his arms.

"You haven't finished undressing me yet," Sara complained, her words slurring a bit as he carried her towards the bathroom.

Oh, the meds had really kicked in now but he didn't mind. She was happy.

"I will," he assured, stepping through the bathroom door and kicking it closed behind him.

The bathroom in Sara's room was pretty great. It met all of her needs regarding her condition and, with her legs supported, she was finally able to use it. The toilet had a cushion and was a little higher than average to provide leg comfort. The tiled floor allowed her as much freedom with the shower as she wanted which included a special chair, not unlike a recliner, to support and comfort her while she bathed.

It certainly beat pissing in a pan or being washed in bed.

Intrigued with the chair, Sara still couldn't wait until she could take a bath again. Immersing her body into water just made her feel better and that's why she was excited about the possibility of using the hospital pool once her wrist physio began. Until then, she wouldn't make a fuss about the shower.

Placing her into the chair, Grissom gave her a quick kiss. "Need to pee?"

"Oh, you do know how to turn me on."

A low chortle left his throat and he took her right hand to remove the brace.

"But, no, I'm fine," she answered.

"Okay, be right back." She watched as he left returning a few seconds later with the waterproofs for her legs. "Won't get very far without these."

"Not unless we want to melt the plaster although sometimes I'm tempted. Those things can get a little uncomfortable and tight on my legs."

"Only if you keep them on too long," he replied.

Crouching by her, he slipped the first leg cover over her right ankle. This was certainly the easier of the two legs to cover and Sara didn't need to move in order for him to do so.

"Feel like a Twinkie," she complained as he tightened the top of the cover just above her knee and made sure it was air tight.

Smirking, he took hold of the second piece of plastic. "Round, plump and oh, so tasty?" he teased.

Her eyes narrowed at him. "Watch it."

Laughing as he worked the cover over her other leg, he fastened it in place once it reached just below her groin where the cast stopped. He knew how hard it must be for Sara with the casts on her legs. He saw her pain and annoyance every single day. So, it was nice to get a happy moment like this for a change. They didn't come all that often these days.

"There," he said, standing straight. "All secure."

Nodding, she took hold of her top and pulled it over her head, throwing it at him. "Well, get your clothes off then," she ordered.

The usual Grissom eyebrow went skywards. "You actually want me to…shower with you?"

"What else did you think I meant by you joining me?" she challenged, snapping open the clip at the front of her bra and throwing that at him as well.

His eyes flicked to the door and back. "Well…I just…"

No. He wasn't expecting that. Yes, she was playful but he thought she just wanted him to stay with her.

She smiled at him. "I'm not expecting Kama Sutra #4, Gil. Just me and you for a little while that's all. Maybe you can scrub my back."

Placing her top and bra by the sink, his lips twitched as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "I think I can manage that although I was thinking more of #26."

Sara look stunned by his comment. "Are you serious?"

His shoulders rose in a slight shrug before he discarded his shirt. "Considering your immobilization, it would be an easier one to attempt. Although probably not in that chair."

She chuckled. "And here's me thinking we were going to stop at #20."

Tugging on his belt, he smiled then pulled down his zipper, his pants and boxers hitting the floor.

"We will complete the list, my dear. That I promise you."

Sara watched him, a pang starting in her belly as he moved to turn on the shower and then faced her as the spray washed over her.

"Comfortable?" he asked, noticing she was staring a little lower than she should have been.

"Hmmm," she mumbled. "Just remembering how long it's actually been since…" Drifting off she looked up as he stepped under the water and leaned down to kiss her.

"We'll get it back," he whispered when their lips parted.

"What if I can't…"

His finger across her lips silenced her. "Nothing will ever stop us from loving each other. That I promise you."

A lump had suddenly formed in Sara's throat and she swallowed it down, her hand whisking over his arm before she grabbed the soap from the tray and held it out to him.

"I think we should get to it before I want a lot more than I can have."

Tenderly smiling, he took the soap from her. "You can have anything you want."

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About 30 minutes later and wrapped in a towel, Grissom carried Sara back to her bed. She would've loved to have spent longer in the shower but she'd begun to lose circulation in her legs due to the wraparounds. As he gently placed her down, she smiled up at him.

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

"My pleasure," he replied.

Her smile remained as her eyes wandered across to Michael. He hadn't moved an inch. "Hard to believe he's three years old."

"Yeah," Grissom agreed as he ran a hand through his damp hair. "I wonder where the time goes sometimes."

"Sadly, in here it doesn't go as quickly as I'd like," she replied looking around. "Could you get my hairbrush? I think I left it in the bathroom this morning."

"Sure," he said, heading back in.

A soft rap at the door sounded just before Christine stepped in. "How's things going?" she asked, her gaze shifting to Grissom as he stepped out of the bathroom dressed in nothing but a towel, water still clinging to his shoulders.

With an amused purse of her lips at her husband's slight embarrassment, Sara scratched the end of her nose. "We're doing fine," she said.

"Okay," Christine said then smiled. "Do you need any help?"

Sara looked at Grissom. "Need any help, dear?" His eyes narrowed at her and she grinned.

Holding up a hand, Christine back away and snickered to herself as she opened the door. "Just buzz if you do," she said and left.

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed," Sara said with another grin.

Rolling his eyes, Grissom approached and held out her brush. He frowned when she didn't take it, then looked down at the feel of her fingers sliding across the scar on his stomach. He shivered at her touch.

"I wonder if one day, we might get some happy scars."

Putting the brush down, he sat next to her and slipped his hand inside her towel to rest on her stomach.

"Think of the happiness this scar brought," he said affectionately. "Not the circumstances surrounding it but the two bundles of joy just down the hall." Sara stared at him, a lump forming in her throat and tears in her eyes at his sentiment and tenderness. "It doesn't always have to be about sadness and pain."

Lifting her hand, she rested it over his, smiling lovingly as he kissed her.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she whispered.

Nodding, he got back up and handed her the brush. "Come on. I should get you dressed before you catch a chill."

Snorting, she whisked the brush through her hair, grunting when she found a knot. "I could walk around in here naked and I wouldn't catch a chill. Always so damn hot."

"I'd rather not take that chance," he returned, moving to the wardrobe to collect a clean nightgown and her robe. "And you may raise a few eyebrows, my dear, if you start walking around naked."

"Ah, if only…" Sara breathed.

Rolling his eyes, he took his own PJ's and dropped them on the bed. "Five minutes and I have to get you dressed. No longer."

Smirking, she gave him a salute. "Yes, Boss."

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Both now ready for bed, Sara was enjoying a cup of hot chocolate while Grissom looked through files from the lab. He'd been into work briefly a few times, wanting to help out where he could, knowing the day was coming where he'd have to go back. At least, part time.

A knock at the door caught their attention and Jane entered, flashing them both a smile.

"Evening," she announced. Sara smiled back as Grissom put the papers down. "Had a good day?" Janes asked.

Sara's eyes worked in thought. "You knew what was happening didn't you?"

She looked at Grissom and nodded. "I may have had a little idea."

"So were the tests on the babies all part of the plan?"

Grissom looked instantly concerned. "Tests? What tests?"

Realizing she hadn't mentioned it to him, she nipped her lip. She had been slightly distracted though and Jane did say they weren't bad.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you," she apologized, reaching for his hand. "You had me a little occupied."

"And it was nothing bad," Jane explained seeing Grissom's concern. "Just routine tests to ensure your little ones are still growing strong. We have to be extra careful now that we are considering discharging them. I promised Sara I would let her know how they went."

"Oh," Grissom breathed, feeling somewhat relieved.

"So, how did they go?" Sara asked.

Jane smiled again. "We're looking good. No issues and Gabe has almost caught up to his big sister on the eating and weight department."

Sara's eyebrows lifted and she laughed. "Big sister?"

"Well, technically, she is," Jane replied. "She came out first by 15 seconds."

Sara chuckled and Grissom looked at her.

"Oh, I can see them fighting about that one," he said.

Letting out a happy sigh, Sara squeezed his hand. "So, all is looking well?"

"It is," Jane confirmed. "And there was something else I wanted to run by you."

"Oh?" Sara asked.

"You mentioned before," Jane continued, "about breastfeeding. Is it still something you wish to consider?"

That was the last thing Sara was expecting to come up. "Um…I'd like to."

"Then I suggest now is the time to try because if the twins stay on formula alone for much longer then they may reject anything else. They are certainly capable enough now of giving the alternative a try."

"Right now?" Grissom stuttered not really wanting Sara to get out of bed again. She needed to rest.

"No, no," Jane chuckled. "Tomorrow will be fine or, at least, in the next couple of days."

Sara nodded. "Then I'll try tomorrow for sure. Thank you for bringing it back up."

Grissom could tell by Sara's tone that she was very pleased with Jane's suggestion but something worried him. Something he just couldn't ignore despite the happiness of the occasion.

"What happens when they go home?" he queried, earning a stare from Sara and then a frown. Swallowing, he shifted his gaze to Jane. "If they take to Sara breastfeeding then how can that happen if they aren't together?"

Jane smiled at him. "Very valid point," she replied. "But because they have been on the formula for so long they shouldn't mind having that as well as natural breast milk. And Sara could also bottle her breast milk for you to take home should that be something she wants to do. We can provide her with a pump and it can be frozen or kept in the fridge for three to five days. So, there are options."

He let out a breath. "Okay," he said and for some odd reason his heart was beating at an unnatural pace.

"Good," Jane said. "Then I will leave you to rest as no doubt, you are in need of it. I will see you both tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Jane, and thanks," Sara said appreciatively as Grissom nodded his own appreciation.

"Very welcome," the Doctor said on her way out.

"She's right," Grissom said.

Sara frowned at him and then yawned. "About what?"

"That."

"What?"

"Rest," he said. "Are you not exhausted?"

Her lips pursed. "Are you?" she challenged.

Oh, inside he was thinking just how tired he actually was. As well as looking after Michael and organizing his birthday he was constantly thinking about the twins going home. That, no doubt, was what kept his heart thumping a little faster. Mental stress exhausted him just as well as the physical type.

"A bit," he said.

Leaning closer, she looked him right in the eye. "Liar."

He smiled. "You know me so well."

"I try."

They stared at each other for a minute before Grissom gave her a long and tender kiss pulling back with a contended sigh.

"Bed?" he half asked, half told.

"Sounds good."

A/N: Awww, I like mushy. May as well get it in before Mr Evil returns :P