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She was trying to fill out the form to apply for Day Shift Supervisor, but she couldn't concentrate. He wanted children. Where did that come from? She was in complete shock. What direction was her life moving in? Less than three months ago she was a single, somewhat miserable human being that buried herself in her work and was in love with a man out of her reach. Now, she was getting married to the same man she thought she'd never have, had the possibility of becoming a supervisor, or maybe not working at all and was talking about having children? What next, a white picket fence and a dog?
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He couldn't believe that he actually wanted children. It wasn't so much for him, but he thought it was something Sara needed. He knew she'd make a wonderful mother. Would it be so odd for the two of tem to have children? Of course, he was 50. If they adopted a baby, he'd be almost 70 by the time the child was grown. But, he was a healthy man. And having a child to raise would bring them closer. They'd be a real family. Funny, how the two of them had grown up without the typical family. Was it wrong to want to give a child what they had lost out on? Surely, not.
He was still in front of the computer doing research when she came home. Without a word, she walked over to him and dropped a manila file in front of him. She kissed his cheek and went straight to the shower.
When she came back into the room with a towel wrapped around her head, he was sitting on the couch with breakfast and coffee ready for her. "Are these copies of adoption applications?"
"Yes."
"So, you've thought about this?"
"Yes."
"And, obviously, you'd like to adopt."
"Yes."
"Okay. So fill me in."
"Well, thanks to our discussion yesterday, I got virtually no sleep and I barely made it through work. During my breaks, I went on the Internet and found these applications. Now, I realize that I put your name under husband and that's not technically correct, but all of these agencies have a 24-hour hotline. I called them and spoke to someone before I submitted the application. All of them said to just clarify our situation in the comment section. Personally, I think we'll have better luck with this agency." She pulled out one of the copies; "The gentleman I spoke to, Mr. Jensen, at this agency said that they've handled cases like this before. He said that if we could get consent from the father to hand the children over to us, we'd have a 95 chance that the adoption would go through without a hitch."
"95?"
"Well, we're not married yet and we'll have to get a home study done."
"Okay. So you found out all of this information today?"
"Yes."
"And you're really ready for this?"
"Yes."
"Okay. What else do I need to know?"
"Well, after our first application is approved, which Mr. Jensen said should be done later today, we'll get a packet in the mail to fill out and then we'll have to schedule a home study."
"Home study?"
"They have to come and see where we live and see if it's suitable for a child to live. Then they'll interview friends and neighbors to see if we're good people."
"So we should start looking for a new place to live then?"
"Hmm. Guess I never thought about that."
"All right. Anything else?"
"We'll need a lawyer."
"I have one."
"That handles adoptions?"
"We'll see. If not, I'm sure she can put us in touch with someone."
"Great." After a moment of silence, "Are we really doing this?"
"I guess so. Maybe we should have a plan, here."
"I think you're right."
"So, on our list is finding a new home, filling out our next application, getting this guy to agree to giving us his kids, having a home study done and getting married."
"I think that sums it up."
Grissom got up and walked to the phone. After dialing, "Jim? Grissom. I need a favor. I know it's asking a lot, but could you be my best man at my wedding later today?" Sara choked on her coffee. "Yeah, thanks. We were going to wait until July, but something's come up and we'd like to get married today." After a short pause, "No, nothing's wrong, we've, uh, just decided that we'd like to adopt a child and it would look better if we were married now instead of later." Sara's jaw dropped. "Great. So, I'll call you later with the details. I'm gonna try to book one of those gazebo weddings at that place on Las Vegas Blvd. You know, Viva Las Vegas…something." Another pause. "Thanks Jim." He pushed the 'end' button on the phone, walked over to her, handed her the phone and said, "You're turn."
With her jaw still dropped she started shaking her head, "I…can't believe you just did that."
"Well, I did. Now, I'll want to call and invite everyone else from the lab, but maybe, first, you should choose a matron of honor."
"Okay. Catherine?"
"Your choice."
She dialed Catherine's number, "Cath? Hey, it's Sara." Her conversation went about the same as his had. After she hung up she asked, "Did I just do that?"
"Yes you did."
"Grissom, what about your mother?"
"We'll go visit her next week sometime. She'll understand."
"Okay. If you're sure."
"I'm sure. So, we have to get our marriage license today and call the rest of the gang after we make our reservations. Nothing's open this early, so how about some sleep?"