Sara woke up to the oddest feeling in the world. Gil Grissom, esteemed CSI Supervisor and Bug-Man extraordinaire, placing earphones on her stomach, with a big giant smile on his stupid face. And she wasn't exactly feeling magnanimous today. Actually she felt annoyed. More than annoyed. Sara woke up to the most sincere form of pissed off a pregnant lady could muster. It was one of those things that just jumped her emotional balance. Like when she was shopping for clothing at the local department store and she ended up a sobbing mess because she felt ugly. Or when she was shopping for towels and inadvertently walked into the baby department and became frustrated because all the baby items seemed to have ugly characters on it, and she really hated the ducks for some reason. And then she felt the sudden urge to buy everything because she felt really unprepared for this thing, alien life form really, to exit her body.
"Really, Gil, the thing is less than a lemon at this point. Do you really think Shakespeare on Tape will help?"
How could it not?" came the succinct reply and a smirk in her general direction. The man was either bat-shit crazy, or annoyingly complicated and confusing. Either option worked right now.
And then she felt it. Or rather he felt it and then told her about it.
"Did you feel that?" Grissom whispered to her even though they were alone and naked on Sunday morning.
Feel what? That annoying beat flutter thing? Yeah, happens all the time."
Is that a kick?"
That would be my foetus saying Hello."
Ours, dear." Grissom corrected absentmindedly as he placed his ear against her.
"Oh really? Do you have the Uterus? Or perhaps the back pain? The excess fat? The cravings for ridiculous amounts of beef products even though they make you nauseous at the same time?"
No, but you seem to have the hormonal imbalance covered."
Oh of all the things..." Sara muttered as she climbed over him to get out of her bed. Her bed. Not theirs, not his, hers. The damage on her Visa told her so.
She got dressed with her back to him, and her shoulders set. She was formulating a plan. It was hard so freaking hard because she loved him. She really did. But the man was... infuriating and complex, and sometimes that made her love him as the ultimate puzzle but other times, like the time she was living now, it made him an ass. A big giant, bug loving, handsome perfect lover, jackass. A jackass who knocked her up and didn't notice. How could someone not notice that? You'd think that after the first month of daily sex with no interruptions of the bodily kind that he would have put two and two together. He excelled at biology for goodness sake.
I've got to run errands. When I get back you've either figured out what's bothering me, or you've left. Deal? Super." Sara left without checking for his confirmation of a nod or wink or some kind of nonverbal gesture, because the man was plain non-verbal. But Sara was, she enjoyed the inflections she added to her speech, the way she could say one thing one way and then the same thing a different way. She used to tease him with that. Saying "Yeah you will" in an indistinguishable tone to his "I'll see you later?"
She was out the door in less than thirty seconds with her purse slung over her shoulder in a defiant manner.
Leaving Gil Grissom, esteemed CSI Supervisor and Bug-Man extraordinaire, with a big stupid shocked look on his face.