I Cannot Believe this is Finally Happening
AN: Wow, I can't believe the response to the last chapter. Thank you so much for the reviews. Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.
That night Sara awoke to find her husband's arms wrapped protectively around her and his hands gently stroking her stomach. She smiled at the gesture. Neither of them had expressed any desire for children. They had been so wrapped up in each other that the thought of putting someone else in the mixture never occurred either of them. Well at least to her. Had Gil thought about this? He probably hadn't. Her eyes squinted as she watched her husband's gentle hands. What was he thinking? She was unsure how he would take the news at first, but if you expect the worst case scenario, everything else is better by comparison. She turned in his embrace.
"You're awake," he smiled and kissed her forehead.
She smiled back, but he could see the questions in her eyes.
"What's on your mind?" His fingers brushed a stray strand from her face.
She took a deep breath, "What's on yours."
"I asked you first," he gave her one of his priceless raised eye brows-questioning gazes. She secretly loved those looks. She had melted under many of those looks.
"It wasn't a question. What's on my mind is what is on your mind." She half smiled then bit her lower lip in anticipation of his response.
Grissom took a deep breath, "I'm thinking," he exhaled slowly, "About how drastically life can change in less than 24 hours." He met her eyes and knew she was waiting for him to continue. "I never even really thought about children. Let's be honest, I'm a little past prime child rearing age-"
He held his hand up, "I know you do not like to talk about the differences in our age, but honey that does not change the fact that there is one. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. It is just not what I expected at this point in my life."
A little flustered and feeling more emotional than she would like to admit, Sara responded, "This is not exactly what I had planned either. I mean we've been careful for a reason, but either something didn't work or we weren't as careful as we thought." She realized she was once again rambling so she reeled herself back in, "I wasn't expecting this, but…the…idea…is…growing...on…me." She barely got the words out of her mouth.
"Sara, it's not what I was expecting at his point in my life," he watched her chin drop to her chest, "But," he put his hand under her chin and pulled her face up so she would look at him, "I keep thinking about this being living and growing inside of you. It's part you, part me, a one-in-a-million chance meeting of two specific cells. The idea of being a father both excites and scares me, but with you, well it's a life I never expected, but I can't wait to see what happens."
Sara was positively beaming at his response; it was what she needed to hear. She practically jumped on top of him and ferociously attacked his lips. As the contact grew hotter, fueled by passion, she practically purred in his ear, "You know we no longer have to worry about being careful."
A couple weeks later Sara was sitting in a layout room with Grissom and Nick going over evidence from a double homicide. Nick was in the middle of explaining his theory when one of the particularly gruesome shots caught her a little off guard. Interrupting Nick, Sara said, "I'll be right back," then stood up and quickly left the room.
Nick stopped with his theory, "Something I said?" He asked looking at Grissom.
Grissom just shrugged, shook his head, and gestured for Nick to continue.
Sara made it to the bathroom just in time. Every time she thought she was finished another wave would hit. She had had more than a few episodes of this over the last few days, and her patience was wearing thin.
When Sara had been gone for nearly an hour, Grissom went looking for her. From down the hall he could see Catherine heading into the bathroom. "Hey Cath!" He called to her, stopping her in her tracks.
She turned with her hand poised to push the door open. "What's up?"
Grissom walked up to her, "Can you check to see if Sara is in there?"
"Sure, any message for her?"
"I would just like to make sure she is alright."
Catherine gave him a confused look, "Should she not be?"
"No," he shook his head for emphasis, "I'm just wondering where she is."
"Okay," she turned and opened the door. Once inside she saw Sara bent over the sink breathing slowly and deeply holding herself up with her hands on the edge of the sink. "Sara? Are you okay?"
Sara could only nod.
"Are you sick?"
Sara was able to relax a little, "No, I just needed a minute to catch my breath, but I'm fine now. Thanks Catherine. I'll see you later," and she headed out the door not wanting to answer any more questions.
Catherine just shook her head and a slow smile spread across her face as she walked into one of the stalls.
Sara's plan was to make a dash for the break room thinking that crackers and club soda would settle her down, but instead she nearly collided with her husband, "Gil." Her breathing was now faster than normal.
He instinctively put his hands on her shoulders, "Sara, are you okay?"
"That seems to be the question of the day."
"Sara," he eyed her for a minute.
Sara began speaking in hushed tones, "No I'm not alright. A picture like that has never bothered me before and now I lose everything I've eaten and more. I don't think I can get use to this." The two entered the break room and Sara began looking through the cupboards for some soda crackers.
Grissom opened up the fridge and pulled out the club soda Sara had stored in it before the start of shift. He then poured some into her coffee mug and set it down on the table for her, "Why don't you take your break now and just relax for a few minutes." He rubbed her shoulders for just a minute before sitting across from her with his lunch.
A few minutes later Nick walked in the break room. He pulled his burrito out of the freezer and put it into the microwave. After a minute, the smell of the burrito filled the room. Nick noticed that Sara had stopped eating and looked like she was barely breathing. "Sar, you okay, you don't look so-" Sara was off and running before he could finish his question. She nearly ran straight into Catherine as she darted out of the room.
"Alright out with it. What is going on with your wife?" Catherine was looking directly at Grissom.
"She's a little under the weather."
"If that is really it, she should go home." Catherine wasn't sure what to believe.
"I dare you to tell her that," with that Grissom turned back to his food and Catherine just shook her head.
A few minutes later Mandy came running in the room, "Grissom Sara's passed out on the bathroom floor!"
He did not even pause before getting up and practically running to the woman's restroom. He wasn't prepared to find Jacqui attempting to wake an unconscious Sara. "How long has she been like this?" He asked as he knelt on the other side of Sara.
"I don't know, Mandy and I found her like this," Jacqui responded as a crowd gathered at the door.
"Someone call an ambulance!" Grissom shouted to the group.
An hour or so later Grissom was sitting next to the gurney that held Sara in the emergency room. Sara was sleeping soundly as he listened to what the doctor was telling him.
"Your wife is severely dehydrated. Has she been having a lot of morning sickness?"
"Some, actually today seems to have been pretty rough for her." Hind sight was kicking in. One-by-one, each episode had seemed harmless, but when he thought back to how often she'd taken off running…
"Okay, we are going to re-hydrate her with IV fluids. That should actually help with the nausea as well. Once we get enough fluids in her, she will be able to go home and rest for a couple days." The doctor made some notes in Sara's file.
"Thank you doctor," they shook hands before the doctor moved on to another patient.
Sara had been in and out of consciousness since the ambulance ride, and now she was waking again. She began to shake slightly, "I'm so cold."
Grissom immediately wrapped a blanket around her, "You're getting IV fluids. It is room temperature, so it feels cold compared to your body temperature." He gave her a small kiss on the forehead, and then proceeded to stroke the same area with his hand as he spoke, "How are you feeling?"
"Tired, but not as nauseous." She pulled the blanket tighter around herself.
"Good, the doctor said that the IV would help with that."
When the IV was finally finished, Sara was released from the hospital. They took a cab back to the lab in order to pick up Grissom's car. When they arrived, Grissom opened the passenger door for Sara and helped her inside. He then went inside to collect their things and to take them off of the schedule for the next night.
"So Sara's preggers, huh."
Grissom turned away from his desk when he heard Greg's voice behind him, "Yes, Sara's pregnant," he didn't even try to hide the smile when he said the words out loud.
"Is she alright?"
"She is now; she was suffering from dehydration, but was given IV fluids and now needs some rest." He gathered his things as he spoke.
"Well, good luck with getting her to rest. Good night." He turned to leave, but paused when Grissom responded.
"Good night Greg."
As he drove home, Grissom turned to his wife, "By the way, the gossip grapevine is alive with the news of your pregnancy." He looked over at her to watch her reaction.
"Well it is an effective way to spread the news." She leaned over and placed her head on his shoulder.
Over the next few weeks the morning sickness subsided, for which Sara was greatly appreciative. At 20 weeks, she was showing slightly, at least to those who knew her. Strangers still could not tell by looking at her, but Sara knew. It became very real when she started feeling tiny, tadpole-like movements over the last few weeks.
Grissom was becoming increasingly protective of her. He would make sure that she was well rested, ate well, and drank enough to avoid further dehydration.
This mentality rubbed off on the other men in her life. Sara was actually relieved when she was paired up with Catherine for cases. Catherine was cautious of the environment, but still allowed Sara to do her job. Meanwhile Warrick, Greg, and the worst offender (next to Grissom of course) Nick would prevent her from doing any lifting, bending, reaching, or stretching. It drove her crazy, so as soon as their backs were turned she would do it anyway.
Then a few weeks later their world turned upside down.
Sara was driving to work by herself when her cell phone rang. She turned down the radio then pulled her phone from where it was clipped to her visor, "Grissom," she answered.
"I love hearing that coming from you."
She smiled at the sound of her husband's voice. "I'm enjoying saying it. How's your day so far?"
"I've had better. Did you eat?"
"Yes I ate. Did you call just to check up on me?"
"Pretty much, are you on your way?"
"I'll be there in a couple minutes."
"See you soon, I love you."
"I love you too. Bye babe." Sara flipped her phone shut, clipped it back to the visor, and then turned the radio back up.
She was headed into the lab for the start of shift. Usually she rode with Gil, but he had to go in early for a meeting with Eklie and the Sheriff. She felt bad for him, but truthfully she enjoyed the time alone. When the light turned green, she began to press on the accelerator. Before she even saw the pickup it hit the driver's side of Sara's SUV. Sara blinked a few times, trying without success to hold up her head. What the hell just happened? She wasn't even sure this was real.
"What? 'The End!'" you say. "What happens next?" you ask. Well if you haven't read it yet, you can read the story that I wrote before this, 'I Cannot Believe This Is Happening', and all of your questions will be answered.
Thank you so much for reading.
Happy Holidays Everyone!