A Fairytale Romance...sort of
Chapter Three:
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing...damn! I'll keep checking e-bay.
Summary: Sara's been extremely moody lately, and she finally snaps, pushing Grissom away. Will she be able to get him back or not? GSR
A/N: This isn't beta-ed, blah, blah, blah. Oh, and this was a personal challenge from StokesSidle...sorry it took so long to get this chapter up!
"Shh, honey, it's okay," he said softly, rocking her lightly.
He walked with her inside, never letting her go. They both sat down on the couch, and Sara cuddled up next to him, burying her face in her shoulder. Sobs still shook her shoulders, and Grissom could tell she felt horrible about how she treated him. He let her cry, knowing that it was probably better if she let all of her emotions out. He just continued to stroke her back lovingly, waiting for her to calm down. A few minutes later, the tears gradually stopped and the sobs turned to sniffles. He smiled gently at her and cupped her cheek, kissing her lips softly.
"I'm really sorry...so sorry!" she whispered, breaking eye contact with him. "You didn't do anything to get that kind of treatment from me...you probably hate me!"
"Honey, I could never hate me...we both probably needed the break," he said, lifting her chin so that he was looking into her bloodshot eyes. "I'm just glad that you're okay and home again. Do you want to talk about it?"
Her mind was screaming yes, but her heart refused to say it. She just said, "Later, just hold me."
He complied and wrapped his arms lovingly around her small frame. She stayed in his arms and had her nosed pressed against him, inhaling his refreshing scent. He held her close, and buried his nose into her silky hair. He noticed it smelled like the hotel stuff.
"Do you want to get a shower with me?" he asked, looking down upon her.
She nodded and stood up with him. They shed their clothing once in the bathroom, and Grissom turned the shower on. He warmed the water until it was just the right temperature and then he guided Sara in. She leaned back against his bare chest, and relished the feeling of skin against skin. She then smelled the fruity scent of her shampoo and felt his fingers massaging her scalp, lathering the shampoo into her hair. He then moved her back and rinsed her hair, and did the same thing with the conditioner.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear.
She smiled and turned to face him. "I know," she whispered back.
Once they were finished in the shower, the couple dried off and crawled into bed. Neither of them had gotten a good night's sleep, so when their heads' hit the pillow, they were out like a light. When they awoke, Sara's hair was in Grissom's face like it always is. His hands were wrapped loosely around her waist, her head was resting on his shoulder, and she was curled up into a ball, holding his hand. Sara sat up, and her movement caused Grissom to awake. He smiled at her sleepily, but was delighted that last night was not a dream.
"How did you sleep?" he asked, sitting up along with her.
"Good...um, we need to talk," she said, getting out of bed.
He followed her into the kitchen where she put on water for coffee and tea. She got the mugs out as Grissom watched her intently. She silently made their drinks and handed the coffee to Grissom while she sipped her tea. Sara walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch where Grissom joined her moments later. She set her tea on the coffee table and hugged her knees to her chest, her heart pounding uncomfortably. She took a deep breath and looked at the floor before beginning, "I owe you an explanation for my behavior...I need you to know that you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't deserve any of the shit I said or did; you were just trying to help and make me happy."
He nodded and stayed silent, knowing she needed to get this out of her system. She continued to examine her feet as she said, "I'm really sorry Gil...I never meant for it to happen."
"Sara, what are you talking about?" he asked, thoroughly confused.
"Gil, I'm pregnant," she whispered, looking into his eyes for the first time.
His face went slack as the shock registered. A million thoughts ran through his mind; how could this have happened, I'm not a father-figure, I wonder if I'll make a good dad. Sara took this as a bad sign and the tears welled in her eyes as she asked, "Gil?"
He did not hear her, and she broke down. She tried to stop the tears as she screamed, "Thanks for the encouragement!" before running down the hall and into their bedroom. She flopped down onto the bed and sobbed into her pillow. She gripped it as if she would fall if she did not hang on.
Back out in the living room, Grissom was still in shock. His mind was still going a mile a minutes, and he did not snap out of it until he head the bedroom door slam shut. He realized what his silence meant to her and quickly walked down the hall. He reached for the doorknob, but froze as he heard the sound the broke his heart...her sobs. He bit his lip as he opened the door and silently walked in. She was curled up on her side and had her pillow hugged tightly to her chest. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and she stiffened at the movement. He gently laid his hand on her shoulder and said, "Honey, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to make you cry."
She slowly turned to face him, tears still wet on her cheeks. He opened his arms and she scrambled into them, feeling extremely vulnerable and small. He hugged her tightly and pushed her back to look into her eyes. He kissed her lips tenderly and said, "Honey, I'm thrilled...I want a baby so bad, especially yours!"
For the first time, Sara felt calm. She hugged him back and she thought, 'It might not be so bad!'
A/N 2: Okay, he knows and he's happy! Hopefully that happiness remains. Please review...I need something to cheer me up. My friend committed suicide and I'm not the happiest person right now.