Chapter Six: Reasons
"When do you think that it happened?" Sara inquired, sliding behind the drivers seat and handing Grissom the brown paper bag of Chinese food.
After she had managed to get Grissom's mind off the miniature killer for a while by playing their song, Sara had announced she was hungry. They then went to pick up her favorite Chinese food from a restaurant off the Strip.
"Excuse me?" Grissom looked up from the catalogue of parts for his miniature of his office. He'd begun building it a couple weeks before, and he already had all the parts that he needed, but it never ceased to amaze him the thriving community of miniaturuers, (as they called themselves) that he'd discovered.
Sara pulled out of the parking lot of the takeout restaurant and headed away from the strip, "When do you think we got me pregnant?"
Grissom's brain hurt. He'd been dealing so much with "clubs" full of people who thought that aliens were trying to take over the earth, trying to build his miniature, and now the fact that he was so close to finding the miniature killer. He waited a couple minutes before answering, "Around two months ago," Grissom answered obviously.
Sara turned on their street, "Well, yeah Gil, but when was that? Which," Sara searched for the right word, "Time, was it?"
Grissom folded the catalogue up and stored it in the glove compartment, "What does it matter?"
Sara pulled up to their townhouse and unbuckled her belt, taking the food from Grissom and exiting the car. She opened their front door, and set the food down on the counter before turning back to Grissom, who was collapsing on the couch, "I'd just like to know what happened that got me pregnant."
He sighed, "Do I really need to explain that to you? I would have thought you'd learned all about that in high school."
Sara sat on his stomach, causing him to sit up and push her back on the couch. She laughed. He was in a better mood now, "Its just that there was something wrong with the birth control that day, so if we figure out what day it was, we can make sure that it never happens again," Sara smiles and added as an afterthought, "Or make sure that it does. You know?"
"Wait a minute, we haven't even had one yet, and you already want another baby?" Grissom threw himself back on the couch with his hand over his eyes in mock exasperation. Sara moved from the end of the couch to straddle his stomach.
"Not necessarily, come on, just humor me."
"Okay," Grissom got serious, "There was that one time when I got back from sabbatical. Right after I opened that mini the killer sent me, when the brother killed his sister to put her out of pain?"
Sara shifted her weight, "It couldn't have been then, I remember that I'd just gotten my new pills. They were the once a week kind, so I was covered."
"Maybe the birth control was just ineffective," Grissom suggested wearily, he was so tired that it was becoming difficult for him to keep his eyes open.
"Lets just assume it wasn't…"
"Right, how about right after I returned from sabbatical? Just the night after, not the week after," Grissom smiled at the memory, he'd missed Sara so much when he'd been gone.
He'd been in his office, sorting through the mountain of mail that had accumulated on his desk in his absence, when Sara passed by his office. Just seeing made his heart race. He'd rushed into the hall to greet her.
The mixture of surprise and happiness on her face was beautiful. It wasn't often that she was surprised in a good way. But Grissom loved the way she looked when she was. He'd taken an earlier flight home than he'd originally planned. A couple of days earlier, so he could understand the great surprise.
Sara smelled horrible, apparently she'd just come from a garbage dump. She promised she'd see him later, and rushed away to take a shower. It was all he could do not to follow her.
Grissom hadn't gotten home until very late. He'd needed to stay later than he'd have liked to comfort Catherine and find out about this "Keppler". As soon as he'd opened the front door, Sara tackled him. Apparently she'd missed him too. After that, one thing led to another, and Grissom didn't wake up until very late the next day. The only thought that was on his mind was how happy he was to wake up next to Sara again.
"Down boy," Sara joked, "I think that would have been too early."
Grissom laughed, he really didn't understand how it mattered when it had happened, "I'm out of ideas. You come up with one now."
"How about the day before the case with the cheerleader and the basketball player?" Both she and Grissom remembered all the victims' and suspects' name long after the case was over. But it helped them keep the cases less personal if they didn't mention names unless necessary. So all the cases became "that one with the girl" or "when he was bludgeoned with a hammer" case.
"It couldn't have been, if we keep assuming that the birth control was effective."
They both sat and thought for a minute. Grissom was very comfortable with Sara's slight weight on his stomach. He was closing his eyes to sleep when suddenly Sara jumped, "I know when it happened!" She exclaimed excitedly, "It was the night when we got rid of that bushy beard of yours."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. I had forgotten to take my pill for the week because Brass had woken us up early that Saturday," Seeing Grissom's look of confusion, Sara continued, " It was the one with the cheerleader and the basketball player. I grabbed the pill, but then I remember pocketing it because I was on my way out the door. I didn't take the pill until the next week. And by then I didn't remember that I hadn't taken it the week before because it wasn't in my pill box, and I had already marked that week off."
"Okay then. I'm glad we got that one figured out," Grissom replied sarcastically.
Sara climbed off his stomach and playfully slapped the place she'd bee sitting, "I don't know about you, but I really want some of that Chinese we went through all the trouble to go pick up."
Food was the last thing on Grissom's mind, but he wanted to humor Sara. They talked about recent cases and happenings between the other CSI's for most of the meal. By his reckoning, Sara was only a little over eleven weeks pregnant. But somehow she seemed very different. People were always talking about that glow that the woman got. He'd always thought it was imagined, but now it made since to him. Sara was radiating happiness, and it made him happy just to see it.
When they finally decided to go to bed, Grissom was bone weary. He collapsed on the bed and closed his eyes. He was awoken by Sara nudging him to move over a half an hour later. She climbed into bed next to him, lying her head on his chest, and Grissom was out like a light. He didn't wake up again until he felt the warmth of Sara's head move away.
Grissom inched his eyes open groggily. Sara was sitting up, reading something with a small flashlight.
"Why is it that I always find you awake reading something?" Grissom rolled over to turn on his lamp. He squeezed his eyes shut as the light flooded the room.
"I'm sorry that I woke you up," Sara looked at him tenderly.
Grissom nodded and shifted closer to her, "And that's what you always say when you do dear."
Sara studied him for a minute before talking again, "Gil?"
"Yes dear?" Grissom opened his eyes slightly.
"I love you very much."
He knew that she loved him. It wasn't something they said often, but they both knew the other's feelings. Through some sort of unspoken agreement, they never said those three words out of habit. They only said it at opportune moments, or when they really needed to. That way it never lost meaning.
It wasn't so much what she said, but how she said it. There was something else on Sara's mind. Grissom opened his eyes the rest of the way, "There isn't anything wrong, is there?"
"No, I just…" Sara hesitated, "I haven't really told you this, but, I'm just so thrilled! At first I might have been a little worried, and I know I'm only a little over halfway through the first trimester, but still. I've just been thinking about it more and more. I've been reading books the past few days and…" Sara trailed off as Grissom just smiled, "What?"
"Those are my feelings exactly."
" I just like I'm awake for the first time in my life. And it feels good."
Grissom knew exactly what she meant. He'd been feeling that way for the past two years. As they fell asleep together for what was the third time that night, Grissom knew that as long as he had Sara, he would feel that way for the rest of his life.
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To Be Continued...