A/N: Here's chapter 13. I really do hope it flows from chapter to chapter, please let me know.
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Chapter thirteen

Grissom jumped out of bed, not bothering with his gown, he ran over to where the screams were coming from.

There, in the corner of the living room, was a hysterical Sara. She was surrounded by broken glass, her hands were bleeding and her face was slick with tears.

"Why?! I did nothing wrong! Why is it always me! I'm not ready for this again.!" Sara slide down the wall and sat on the floor, her feet underneath her.

Grissom walked over to where she was slumped, careful not to stand on any of the broken glass. Her sketches were no longer covering the floor, but instead were on the couch in an untidy pile. The one that had caught Grissom's eye the night before sat on the top.

Dropping down to his knees next to her, he wiped away the tears that were falling and tried to pull her of the twinkling floor.

Sara refused to be moved from her spot on the floor. She started to cry out. She knew Grissom was the one trying to help her but she just wanted to be left alone. So much had happened in such a short period of time. Grissom had come to her, told her he loved him, said he wanted a child and then, above it all, she had told him about her mother. She didn't even want to think about why she had told him about missing her child.

"Leave me alone! I've been so stupid! Go away Gil!" Sara continued to struggle against Grissom, but she was tiring and Grissom easily over powered her.

Scooping her up into his arms, he carried her once more to the bedroom, making sure she wasn't going to move, he went to the bathroom and found the things he needed to clean Sara up.

Sara sat there watching Grissom clean her hands with a gentle touch. He kept asking if it hurt and she just kept shaking her head. Sara had been up hours, she remembered that Grissom was a heavy sleeper, so it was easy for her to go out and drown her sorrows. The pub wasn't a very long walk if she took the beach path. After having drowned her sorrows she walked back, finished of the bottle of red wine, cleaned up the living room, but, by that time she had had it. She broke down. It was the worst break down she had ever had and all she could remember was screaming and then screaming more when the glass smashed against the wall as she threw glass after glass after glass. She needed a way to forget and she couldn't. Not matter how hard she tried, what she tried, she just couldn't do it. She knew Grissom was in the other room so she decided to stop with all the noise, but it was already too late, he was scooping her up into his strong arms and taking her once more to the bedroom. When Grissom disappeared into the bathroom, Sara smiled when she remembered all the time they had made love on the bed she was sat on, but then the thought of her child came back to her and she lay down curling up into a ball. One hand on her stomach once more.

Grissom knew she'd been drinking, he could smell it on her.

"Why Sara?" Grissom finished up what he was doing and sat on the bed with Sara.

Sara just sat there, she didn't want to answer.

Grissom leaned over and took her hand in his. "Please hunni. Maybe if you tell me you might feel a little better."

Grissom had taken his tablets while he was in the bathroom, so he was ready for anything she threw at him.

"Because life isn't worth it!" 'Nice going smartass. Now he will have a heart attack.' "Oh God, Gil. I'm so sorry, I didn't meant to shout at you again." Sara pulled herself close to Grissom and he wrapped his arms protectively around her.

"We can always try for another child you know Sar. You don't have to be afraid to lose me. But if I do go, at least I'll go happy." Grissom smiled but Sara was not impressed and gave him a playful slap on the chest.

"Life still wouldn't be worth living."

"Sara! Stop talking like that!" Grissom had never raised his voice at his beloved butterfly before, and now he felt horrible. "I'm sorry hunni. It's just ... I-I worry about you and I-I can't stand uhm you talking like that." Grissomdropped his eyes, his thumb started to caress the back of Sara's hand.

"I'm sorry Gil." More tears started to fall down her cheeks,

Grissom leaned over and kissed each one as they fell.

Needing to taste him, Sara tilted her head and crashed her lips against his. She had no idea what she was doing.

She'd obviously had too much to drink and that pill she put in her first drink the night before really hadn't helped matters.

Grissom didn't question Sara's actions, he just followed her, even though his head was telling him to stop because it was just the alcohol speaking, but his heart knew better. She had wanted this since he set foot in that beach house, but she was too frightened to do anything about it because of his old ticker.

His hands roamed those beautiful curves he knew all too well.

Sara kept her fingers wrapped in Grissom silky locks.

As Grissom move his hand up Sara's back and slipped under her top, she moaned and pulled back.

"Gil."

"Sar." Grissom didn't waste any time. "Would you care to make love?"

"I would love to." Sara's words were slurred. She wasn't thinking straight.

'Did I just say yes to Grissom. But, he has a bad heart, he shouldn't be doing this.'

"Mmm." Sara was enjoying it too much to get him to stop.

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The next day Sara awoke to find herself laying in bed, in the the nude with a naked Grissom.

A/N: What do you think Sara's reaction is going to be when she realises she's made love to Grissom? Is Grissom okay and what is he going to say/do? Please let me know, I love to hear from you.
Hope you enjoyed it. If it's confusing please let me know and I'll get back to you.
Take care.
Paige