A/N: Okay, first off, I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone out there that has been affected by the 'events' of this story. (I don't want to give it away, but you'll understand what I mean if you read it.) Particularly my Godfather/Uncle Jeff, Grandma Jane, and Aunt Becky, may they be in peace. To all of the survivors out there who made it through and to all of the families and friends of those who were not as fortunate.

Second, I'm sorry for what I did to Sara in this, but the story was in my head and needed to be written.

Third, all mistakes are mine and that of Microsoft Word which has been known to suck royally. If there's anything really troublesome that I missed please let me know. Also, all of my information might not be completely accurate, so just work with me on that one and be imaginative.

And finally, please read and review. I put a lot of thought into this story, so please let me know what you think of it. I always love your comments, good or bad. Be honest.

Disclaimer: Still just a single mother of two, writing fan fiction. But soon, I promise, I'll own CSI and GSR will be consummated with a live action kiss (at the very least they owe us that!)

That's it. My rant is done. Enjoy the story!

-Surviving-

Chapter Three: Appointments and Routines

End of shift came quickly enough and Grissom followed Sara back to her apartment. She had barely even made it out of her car when he was there kissing her and trying to remove her clothes right there in the parking lot.

"Whoa there tiger. Down boy. Can we at least get inside first?" She said laughing as she tried to pry him off of her.

"Sorry, it's just you…well…you're irresistible…" He breathed out as he continued to trail kisses down her throat as he walked with her to her apartment.

"Well that's flattering, but no offense, you resisted for five years…" She shot out with a grin.

"I was stupid. Please punish me." He growled into her ear as he reached his hand up her shirt and caressed her breast with his hand as she tried to focus enough to unlock the door.

She had just turned the door knob when he pushed her through and kicked the door shut behind him, spinning her and pushing her into it as he continued his assault on her body. For the next two hours they were like that, assaulting the other's body, exploring, caressing, teasing, and kissing all over.

The next day went about the same, only they had to be more careful as they were working with the entire team on a new case.

Finding herself alone in the locker room at the end of shift that day, she took the opportunity to call her doctor's office and schedule an appointment to be put back on birth control. It had hit her that night during shift that she wasn't on it and they hadn't exactly used anything in the days prior. Luckily for her they had just had a cancellation and could fit her in an hour. To waste some time, she took a quick shower. She was back at her locker getting ready to leave when Grissom entered the room.

"Hey you." She said with her trademark Sidle-smile.

"Hello Beautiful." He replied with an equally large smile, grazing against her body as he passed by her to his own locker. Even that smallest touch was enough to ignite fireworks in her veins. "So, will I see you later?" He asked casually after checking to see that they were alone.

"Umm. Yeah. I just need to take care of something for about an hour first, but then I could just meet you at your place if you want." She had to admit that she hoped that he would want her in his home. All their time together in the last couple days were at her apartment, and until he really opened up to her, she would still be feeling doubts that this was more than just a fling.

"Sounds good to me." He answered pulling out his jacket. "Umm, Sara?" He asked hesitantly.

"Hmm?"

"Is everything okay?" And at her look of obvious confusion he added, "With whatever you need to, uh, take care of." He sounded truly concerned and frankly, it touched her heart.

"Hmm? Oh, that. Yeah. Yes. Definitely. Everything is more than okay." She said confidently as she thought about what she had to 'take care of.' Rising from the bench with her things, she quickly glanced around the room to make sure there was no one there before approaching him and giving him a light kiss on his cheek. As she made her way to the door his voice stopped her.

"Bring your appetite!" He sounded so cute and boyish. Like a kid going on his first date, his voice was laced with nervous jitters and playfulness. He was absolutely adorable by all standards. Deciding to mess with his head, and hormones, yet again, she turned around and backed slowly to the door with a seductive smile.

"Oh, I will." She retorted in a low, husky, 'come hither' voice that made his head spin before disappearing through the door. A large blush rose from his neck to his cheeks as the rest of his blood rushed far more south. He tried forcing himself to recite the complete periodic table of elements to refocus his mind from the thoughts of what her appetite is going to be for. And something told him that it wasn't eggs. But all of his attempts were useless. He was hopeless, and she, she was a tease.

"This woman is going to be the death of me." He mumbled to empty room before retrieving his things and leaving.

At the doctor's office, after waiting for twenty minutes to be called, she was prescribed the birth control pills, and while there the doctor suggested doing a routine physical since she was due for one soon anyways. Tests were taken, swabs collected and blood drawn. The doctor had been particularly curious about a bruise on her leg after she mentioned that she had received it weeks ago when she tripped at a crime scene. He didn't say much about it so she didn't think much about it. Finally, she was sent on her way with a promise from the doctor to call when her tests came back.

The pharmacy was just as crazy. After waiting in line for another half hour and checking her watch every minute, she made her way to the pharmacists counter. The man in the white coat, that seemed to match the color of his thinning and receding hair, for some reason felt the need to explain the pills to her as if she were a sixteen year old girl thinking about having sex with her boyfriend for the first time, but he was sweet so she indulged his weird need and let him talk.

Everything that she had thought would take an hour took much longer than expected and she arrived on Grissom's doorstep about and hour and a half after she said she would, tired, hungry and seething at the events of her morning. When the door flew open, she was taken aback by it until she saw the terrified look stemming with relief in his ocean blue gaze. By the way he pulled her desperately to him for a fierce, bone-breaking hug, she guessed that he had been worried. When he pulled back and started scanning her body for and signs of trauma, a wave of guilt passed over her for having not called him. She hadn't even thought about it. She never had someone worry before, and a relationship with anyone was few and far between, so she wasn't used to having to call anyone if her errands ran over.

"Are you okay?" She asked him when his arms still hadn't released her and his eyes had yet to stop scanning her body.

"I should be asking you that. You are right? Okay I mean." He retorted, panic lacing his words as he finally stepped back and let her into his house.

"I am. I promise. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry. It's just this is all so new to me and I didn't even think to call. And oh god, I'm the worst girlfriend ever, aren't I? It just took so much longer than I had anticipated. It took forever for them to call me and then they wanted to do some extra stuff, and then there was this unbelievable line at the pharmacy and the guy wouldn't stop talking to me like I was some school girl, but he was just so adorably 'grandpa-ish' that I didn't have the heart to tell him to shut up and…" She rambled on, pacing a whole in his floor as her arms flailed with her breathless explanation. He was finding it all quite humorous despite the situation, the way she was always over-talking around him. Lucky for him, he had learned one sure-fire way to shut her up. Grabbing her arms mid-pace he turned her to him and kissed her fiercely.

'Well that worked.' He thought to himself as the silence drifted in the air. Pulling back for much needed air, she slowly opened her eyes to meet the smile that rested in his blues.

"Well." She gasped. "If I get kisses like that, I should make you worry more often." She joked as he took her hand and led her to the table while he went to the kitchen to retrieve their re-heated breakfast. Sitting down with her, they began to eat in a comfortable silence. He, glad that she was safe and 'home' per say, and she, glad that he wasn't mad at her for being late, but rather worried about her well-being. After a few minutes though, the words from her rant finally caught up with his brain and suddenly he was worried again.

"Um, Sar'" He asked her, breaking her from her thoughts of how delightful he was.

"Yes darling." She replied feeling very at ease now that she was with him, in his home, with food and knowing that he truly did care for her and not just her body.

"Umm, why, um, why did you have to go to the pharmacy? You're okay right?" He tried to sound calm, but she saw through him as if he were made of glass and she could see that he was genuinely concerned about her. It made her heart swell.

"Yeah, I told you, I'm fine. These pills, they're more to…prevent." She said cryptically as she bit into her toast and scanned over the newspaper.

"Prevent? Prevent what? If you don't mind me asking of course." She couldn't help but smile at how cute the face was that he made when he was worried about her and perplexed about something at the same time. It was a one-of-a-kind 'Grissom face' she determined as she took another bite of her toast.

"Umm, well, let's see. Nausea and tiredness, soreness of the breasts, abdominal swelling, sore and swollen ankles, and mood swings." She said with a light smile, now sipping her orange juice and stealing bites from his toast.

He was truly confused. He couldn't think of any diseases that had all of those symptoms.

"What causes…" And then it dawned on him. Pregnancy, of course. Not at all a disease, but none the less, he figured it out. "Oh. Oooh." He added as he connected all the dots.

"Wow Griss. For a world renowned scientist of your stature, I would have thought that you would have caught on a lot quicker." She teased him, making him blush from embarrassment and pout before stealing his toast back and kissing her cheek.

"Thank you." He told her sweetly a few minutes later, taking a part of the newspaper.

"For what?" It was now her turn to be confused.

"For doing that. And I'm sorry, I should have asked or even thought about it. I shouldn't have put you in that position. It's just that when you were there, it was by far the last thing on my mind. And I'm sorry for that. I should have been more responsible." He explained somberly.

"Griss, honey, don't be. Really. Remember, I was in that bed too, and I wasn't protesting. Trust me, you weren't alone in where your thoughts were. I didn't even think of it until shift last night and only because one of my witnesses was pregnant." She assured him, turning to him to cup his cheek and give him a warm kiss. "Now Dr. Grissom, I believe that there is a bed that is anxiously calling our names."

"Oh yeah?" He asked excitedly.

"Down boy. Just sleep. I'm exhausted. I wouldn't be any good."

"Somehow I doubt that." And with her skeptical look, he shrugged. "Okay my love, just sleep. I promise. I'll behave." He held up his right hand as if swearing to tell the truth before placing it in hers and leading her to his bedroom. Despite his promise to behave he couldn't help but watch as she shed her clothing to his floor and slipped on one of his old white dress shirts, revealing her very long and deciduous legs.

"Grissom…" She warned as she turned to see him gawking at her.

"Hands to myself I promise." And then with the playful smirk she gave him, he reiterated. "That came out wrong. I'll behave." She smiled and shook her head with a light giggle before climbing onto the bed as he stood up and shed his clothes down to his boxers. He climbed in next to her, set the alarm and turned off the lamp before settling in. Instantly her body found his and she rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his waist.

"Goodnight Griss." She whispered into the darkness, kissing his bare chest.

"Goodnight Sara." He returned, duplicating her kiss into her hair.

A few minutes passed in silence before Sara turned up to him, resting her chin on his chest as she gazed at his darkened face.

"Griss?" She asked quietly, causing him to open his eyes to her.

"Hmm?" He sounded so sleepy she couldn't help the smile that graced her lips.

"I love you." She whispered hesitantly. They hadn't exchanged the words since their first night together when the words were said in the throws of passion. He lifted his head to meet her gaze and smiled. Wrapping his arms around her slender body, he held her tight and kissed her softly.

"I love you too, Sara. Don't ever doubt that." And with that she cuddled up to him, both with a smile on their faces before letting the realms of sleep overtake them.

The rest of the week went by in a similar fashion. Teasing each other at work became some what of a ritual of sorts. Although Grissom was proud to say that on one occasion he won the daily bet, which turned into the winner choosing what they wanted for breakfast/lunch/dinner, whatever you want to call it. They had elected Grissom's townhouse as their place of choice giving that he actually had a decent sized kitchen and a stocked fridge and of course, he had a huge bed, prefect for all of their…activities. They had settled into a routine if you will. They would go to work, play their torture games, come 'home' as they both have come to call it, eat a hearty meal, have mind-blowing sex, sleep, shower, sometimes together and sometimes not, eat, watch the news, do the crossword and sometimes watch a movie before repeating the process. Despite the habitual everyday cycle, they were both enjoying themselves immensely. They appreciated the stability of it all. Each being new to having a relationship, they were glad to have consistency for the time being while they learned how to be with each other in a personal setting outside of work, and leaving work at work. That all lasted for two weeks since her doctor's appointment.