A/N: A huge thanks for the positive reviews I got from you, guys. Your outstanding reviews made me very happy and overjoyed each time I read them. So because of that, I realized that I should make you happy, as well, by posting daily. A new chapter will be posted daily from now on. Some chapters would be short due to the lack of time I will be having, but at least you'll be getting something new everyday. Your positive feedbacks are what triggering my inspiration for the story, so keep reviewing. I'm so glad you like where this story is going. And for those of you who are worried about not having a happy ending for this story, let me assure you that I wouldn't have been a GSR fan if I didn't plan one. I realize that the story is dark right now and it will still be for the next few chapters, but I guarantee you a very happy ending :D
CHAPTER FIVE
Sara sobbed hysterically inside the locked bathroom stall. Catherine was on the other side of that stall, trying to get Sara to open the door so she could sooth her.
Sara refused to let her in. She hated to cry in front of anyone but she couldn't help it. The pain of the divorce was too great for her to ignore. It hut her deeply. And no matter how hard she tried to muffle her heart- breaking sobs, she just couldn't.
"Sara, please open the door, honey. Let me comfort you, sweetie." Catherine begged in her motherly compassion.
"I'll be fine in a minute, Catherine. I just need to be alone for a little while." said Sara, her voice thick from crying.
"Sorry honey, but I'm not leaving this bathroom unless you're with me." insisted Catherine.
Just then, they heard soft knocking on the ladies room's door followed by Brass' muffled voice from the other side of it.
"Catherine, is there anyone else inside, other than you two?" he asked.
"No." came Catherine's reply.
Without wasting another second, Brass entered the ladies room and went straight to Sara's locked stall. He knocked.
"Sara, you made me come into a ladies room, so the least you could do in return is open the door. You owe me." he tried to lighten the situation, but when he heard the anguished sobs uttering from inside the small stall, he begged. "Come on, kiddo, please. My heart can't take this. Let me hold you. Cry your pain out on my shoulder. You need comfort right now, honey. Let me give it to you." he soothed.
A moment later, Sara unlocked the stall. Brass and Catherine both barged into the small-spaced stall, where Sara sat on the floor. Brass immediately knelt beside Sara and held her tight to his chest, rocking her back and forth as she sobbed. Catherine tried soothing her, also, by stroking her hair with one hand while wiping away her overflowing tears with the other.
After fifteen minutes of soothing, Sara's sobs began to fade. They turned to hiccups then to sniffling. That's when Brass broke the silence.
"Come on, kiddo, I'll take you to that bastard's townhouse to pick up your things because you're going to live with me at my place." ordered Brass.
Sara started to protest before he stopped her.
"You're pregnant, Sara. You need someone with you until your delivery. Besides, I'm too lonely to stay in a three-bedroom house all by myself, I definitely need at least another life sharing it with me. Two lives would be better." he smiled, pointing to her belly.
Sara was too tired and drained to argue with Brass, so she just nodded.
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Brass got more furious with Gil when he answered his townhouse door with just his shorts. He was panting slightly, and his bare upper body was sweaty. He, obviously, just had sex with Charlotte. How could he just jump in bed with someone after what he just had done to Sara? How could he not remorse anything? How could he just move on with his life after doing such a horrible thing?
Charlotte proved the obvious when she wandered around the house, wearing her tightest, shortest, and sexiest fire-red nightgown. Her hair was a little messy, and her lips were swollen and red from kissing and sucking. Yeah, they definitely, had sex.
Brass immediately regretted bringing Sara to collect all her belongings from the townhouse at that hour. It wasn't late, but it was sex time for Grissom and Charlotte. And that was the last thing Sara needed to see right now.
To get out of that house as fast and quick as possible, Brass went with Sara and helped her collect all her things. It was time, for her, to start a new life. A fresh life. Away from all that pain Gil caused.
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A couple of days later, Sara was settled in Brass' home. After dinner, both Sara and Brass sat on the living room couches, reading.
"Hey, kiddo?" started Brass gently.
"Yeah?" Sara gave him her full attention, putting away the book she was reading.
"Are you planning on telling Grissom about the baby?" asked Jim.
"No." responded Sara without hesitation.
"It's his child too, Sara." he reasoned.
"I'm sure he wouldn't want anything coming from me." she sighed.
"Then, what's the harm in telling him?" Brass asked.
"He would take it away from me." she stated.
"But you just said that he wouldn't want anything from you." he said.
"Unless I wanted it, then he'll do everything in his power to get it, just so I wouldn't have it. Even if he didn't want it, he'd take it away from me anyway. And I can't have this baby taken away from me, Jim. I'll die before that happens. My baby is my whole life, now. I'm sorry, but I can't risk it." she explained quietly, tears filling her eyes again.
Jim nodded, understanding her reason for hiding her pregnancy from Gil. He also reassured her that he respected her decision and he won't tell Gil about it, until she was ready to tell him herself.