Okay peoples forensics is getting heavy now I have an assingment due in every week thus chapters are getting Muse is running away to go play with the Hydrogen Peroxide and the ALS in a chipshop...lots of fun.I had a mock crime scene and it took me 2 hours to find a peice of IM SO ANGRY and I think it's showing...I like torturing people.
But I'm spreading it out so I at least have something to post.
Thanks to all those who reveiwed espesialy (I spelt that wrong) ILJ who rocks, SylvieT who also kabcsi...where were you? you said you'd review :(
2-5 reveiws more will be apriciated
Here we goooo

They lay still on the living room floor for what felt like forever. Grissom resting his head on his wife's chest, Sara cradling his head between her breasts stroking his curls. His breathing was evening out and his body weight was becoming heavier as Grissom slipped into sleep.

Sara ran her hand over his face.
"Gil, baby wake up...let's get you to bed" She slowly got his body up off her and led him to their bedroom, where he dropped is dead weight onto the bed. She covered him up, turned to leave the room when she felt Grissom's Iron grip on her wrist.

"Please don't leave me" he whispered, his voice lost like a little child. It Pained Sara to see such a strong man such as Gil; who knew what he wanted, so lost.
When Grissom fell asleep in her arms, it was only then she allowed the tears to fall.

She was sorry. Sorry for all the nasty things she said; that he didn't feel anything and he was a hurtful bastard that didn't care about the victim's families. That he was allergic to kids. She knew why he distanced himself. He wasn't incapable to do those things it was because it hurt him so much.

She was sobbing now, she had to get out of bed or she'd wake him.
How could someone claim to love him, have a kid then leave him taking the child they created; a part of him Away.

All the pain she'd caused leaving him more than once, pushing him when he didn't want to be pushed. There was at least one thing other than being a wife that loved him that she could do. She could find his son.

The phone had been ringing for at least a minute, one more ring then she was going to hang up.
Then finally he picked up
"Jim!"she said enthusiastically
"Sara?"He replied his voice full of sleep, She'd just woke him up.

"I'm so sorry...go back to sleep...I'll call back later" she sniffled
"No I'm awake now... you okay?"
"No not really Jim...I've hurt him, I've really hurt him Jim I'm just like her" Brass had all sorts of scenarios running through his head. Had she stabbed him in his sleep like her?
"How?"
"Every time I left I hurt him more than I thought" she nearly yelled over the phone.

"What are you talking about?"
"Gil has a Son, Jim"
"I don't understand?"
"I can't explain...I just need you to do me a favour"
"okay, shoot"
"Look up the name Jackson Daniel Garrett, Born October 31st 1977, brown hair, brown and blue eyes about probably 5'10, all-states, dead and living but whatever you do don't tell anyone."
"Okay...I'll get back to you" she put down the phone took a deep breath and.
"Who were you talking to?" said the voice behinde her