Title: Movie on a Night Off

Author: IrishDachsie

Pairing: Grissom/Sara

Rating: NC-17 for adult content.

Disclaimer: The author does not own CSI. No profit is being made from this story.

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Part LXXX

He opened his eyes slowly and immediately turned his head to the right, wincing at the ache in the center of his head. A faint wave of nausea washed across him, causing him to stop his movement. But not before he realized that his wife was not in the bed with him.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly turned towards the clock on the bedside table. And that’s when he saw her. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched her dozing quietly in the recliner that someone had placed beside of the bed.

Placing his hands on the mattress on either side of him, he gently pushed himself up to a more upright position and rested against the headboard. Glancing at the nightstand, he read the time and noticed the prescription bottles. The ache in his head was gaining momentum, but he really didn’t like the thought of taking the pain medication. He closed his eyes against the pain and breathed deeply and evenly. Something years of migraines had taught him.

The soft rustling of cotton and a small creak of the bedsprings alerted her to his consciousness. Opening her eyes, she smiled lightly at the sight before her. Easing out of the recliner, she made her way to the bed. Sensing her presence, his eyes opened.

“Hey...how are you feeling this morning?”

He gave her a crooked grin and licked his lips. “A little thirsty...”

After handing him a glass of water, she sat on the edge of the bed beside of him. She watched him carefully as he downed the liquid quickly.

He smiled at her as he handed her the empty glass. “What are you thinking about?”

She shrugged her shoulders lightly, placing the glass on the table. “You...”

Turning back towards him, she sighed heavily. “How are you?”

“Other than the expected pain and the ringing in my ears...I’m fine...”

She nodded slowly, trying to come up with the best words to ask the question that was weighing on her mind. Realizing there really was no good way to ask, she simply...asked.

“Can you hear anything?”

He resisted the urge to shake his head. “No...” Seeing the concern cross her face, he quickly continued. “But...that’s normal. Right now all I hear is the annoying, constant ringing. But...as the swelling goes down, I’m sure that will go away...”

She chewed on her lower lip as she often did when she was in deep thought. His hand gently took hold of hers and squeezed lightly. “Hey you...”

She looked up at him, fighting the tears that were threatening to fall once again. His soft voice continued as he tried to calm her fears.

“Sara...I’m going to be okay. We read about all of this. This is a normal side effect of the surgery. All it means is...well, you’ll have to look at me when you talk to me until I can hear you...”

He offered her a genuine smile. She tried to return it.

“What if didn’t...work...”

“Now who’s playing the ‘what-if’ game?” He chuckled lightly and tugged on her hand, silently requesting her to move closer to him.

“Gil...this isn’t funny...I’m being serious.”

He tilted his head slowly. The pain eased a bit. “I know you are. But...what did the doctor say?”

She looked down at his hand wrapped around hers. “He seemed very pleased...”

“Sara...”

She mentally kicked herself as she looked back into his eyes. “I’m sorry. I said that he seemed very pleased...”

His smile widened. “See? It’s going to be okay...and in a few days I’ll be able to hear everything again. Even the annoying doorbell when it rings.”

This time she couldn’t help but smile back at him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

After she had gotten him settled comfortably on the couch, she went into the kitchen to start breakfast. She caught herself looking back into the living room to check on him more than she probably should have, just to make sure he was okay.

With a smile on her face, she continued with the food preparation. She resisted the temptation to make him a big breakfast, knowing that all he wanted was toast and juice. After making herself an omelet and his toast, she carried the plates into the living room and placed them on the coffee table.

He laid his book on the end table and smiled as she sat down beside of him. Opening the pill bottles, he shook out the required amount of each and picked up his glass of juice. He opted to skip the pain medication.

He lifted a piece of toast, complete with his apple jelly, to his mouth and took a bite. His initial reaction was to push the plate away from him. Instead, he chewed slowly and swallowed. Food did not appeal to him at all, but he knew he needed some type of nourishment. A soft touch on his arm made him turn his head towards her.

“You okay?”

“Mmm...yeah. I’m okay. Just a little nauseous.”

“Take it slow...”

“Yes, Nurse Grissom...”

She chuckled and laid her fork down on her empty plate. She settled back on the couch, turning her body slightly so she could look at him. “Did you take all of your medicine?”

He swallowed the bite of toast he had been chewing and looked at her. “What?”

She smiled and reached over to finger an errant strand of hair. “Did you take all of your medicine?”

“Yeah...well, except for the painkillers...”

She regarded him carefully. “I read that pain isn’t supposed to be a problem after a stapedectomy...”

“It isn’t...”

“So...why did Dr. Kanamori prescribe pain medication for you?”

“Because I have problems with migraines after anesthesia...always have. The Fiorcet is for that...”

“Oh...I never knew that...”

He gave her a bright grin and a wink. “Well, I’ haven’t been under anesthesia since we’ve been together...”

She grinned back at him and allowed her fingers to graze his cheek lightly. “True...so, you’re feeling okay?”

“Light-headed...and in the need of a shower...”

She shook her head quickly. “No shower...I’ll run a bath for you though...”

He took hold of her hand and pressed his lips to her palm. “How’s my larva this morning?”

“Your larva? I thought she’s our larva...”

“He is our larva...” He chuckled at the playful glare she directed towards him. “How is he?”

“Resting...I don’t think she was very happy with the fact that I was up most of the night...”

“Sara!”

“What? Did you honestly think I’d be able to sleep?”

“You need your rest...the larva needs you to rest...”

“Well...I was watching you...”

“Watching me what? Sleep?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yeah...I just wanted to make sure you were okay...”

“Did you sleep at all?”

“Sure...I dozed for a few minutes each hour or so...”

“Sara, that is not sleeping...”

She sighed and gave him her best ‘don’t be upset with me’ look. “I know...”

“Okay...here’s the plan...”

“Ooh...he has a plan...”

“I always have a plan. Now...I’m feeling a little tired...so, what do you say I go take my bath...and then we go to bed for a while?”

She nodded and stood, offering her hand to him for balance. “Sounds like a pretty good plan to me...”

As they made their way down the hall, he stopped suddenly and pulled her into his arms. “And...no sleeping in the recliner for you...”

“Yes, Dr. Grissom...”

He felt her say something, but couldn’t hear it. Instead of asking her to repeat herself, he laughed lightly. “I have no doubt you just said something in a smart ass tone...”

Leaning back in his arms slightly, she smiled. “Me?”

“Yeah...you...”

Giving him a wink, she pulled out of his embrace. “Come on...bath...then bed...”

Part LXXXI

“Sara! Come on...we’re going to be late!”

Her voice called to him from their bedroom, her annoyance plainly obvious. “Well, I’m trying to hurry...you know, I am thirty-three and a half weeks pregnant...I can only move so fast!”

He grinned as he picked up the keys and walked down the hall. He silently thanked whatever omnipotent being existed for allowing his surgery to be a success. He leaned against the doorframe and watched her.

“Need any help?”

She turned her head towards his soft voice and for the third time that morning, he saw the tears. “Sara...”

“Don’t tell me not to cry, Gil...don’t...” She eased herself down on the bed and sighed.

She felt his warm touch on her arm and lifted her eyes slightly. Through her tears, she could see him kneeling at her feet with a concerned expression on his face. She sniffled lightly as he gently squeezed her arm.

“What can I do, honey?”

“Help me...with my shoes?”

He smiled as he released her arm and picked up her shoes from the floor. Carefully helping her slide her feet into them, he looked up at her as she sniffled again. He placed his hand on her stomach and grinned as his child kicked at his hand.

“He’s awake...”

“Yeah...”

“Hey...look at me...”

She gave another heavy sigh and lifted her eyes to meet his. He smiled brightly and reached up to caress her cheek. His thumb gently brushed her tears away.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Oh...I bet...”

“Sara...you are. I know you don’t feel like you are...”

She scoffed lightly at him. “You have no idea...”

His smile wavered a bit. “I think you’re beautiful...”

“Yeah...well...you’re married to me.” She turned her head and pressed a kiss into his palm. “Now...help me up?”

Leaning forward, he kissed her lips softly before standing and helping her up. “I’d think you were beautiful if I weren’t married to you, you know...I did for years...”

“Took you long enough...”

He chuckled softly. “Hey...I got there, didn’t I?”

A slow smile appeared on her face. “Yeah...you did.” She glanced down and noticed she wasn’t wearing her watch. “What time is it?”

With a quick glance at the black Fossil encircling his wrist, he sighed. “3:22...”

“Shit! We’re going to be late!”

He grinned as he followed her down the hall, as fast as 33 ½ week pregnant woman could move. “I tried to tell you that...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

She shifted uncomfortably on the table and grimaced. “You’d think they’d have more padding on these things...”

He simply nodded and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “So...”

She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “So?”

“Yes or no? You know she’s going to ask again...”

“And...what has our answer always been?”

“No.”

She smiled and gave him a wink. “Well...there’s your answer then. We’ll see when she’s born...”

He shook his head and laughed lightly. “So determined...”

She swatted at him playfully just as the door opened, alerting them to the arrival of Dr. Herrero. The doctor shook her head in amusement as she walked around the table.

“Haven’t you learned not to pick on a pregnant woman, Mr. Grissom?”

Grissom’s face turned a light shade of red as he grinned. “Well...”

Sara finished his answer for him. “No...he hasn’t...”

He shot her a not-so-stern glare and smirked. Dr. Herrero laughed softly as she turned the machinery on. “Well...how about we take a break from that and take a look at the...” She smiled at Sara as she paused briefly before continuing. “Larva, is it?”

Sara returned her smile and nodded. “The joys of being married to an Entomologist...”

“Hey...”

She glanced up at him and subtly licked her lips. “Well...one of them...”

Grissom’s face reddened further.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Okay...what we have here...is a perfectly formed little larva...”

Grissom beamed as he watched the screen. Tears threatened to fill Sara’s eyes once more. She gripped his hand tightly and sighed.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Gil?”

“Yes...he is...” His eyes never left the screen as his thumb rubbed soft circles against her skin. “I hope he has your nose...”

“And...I hope she has my mother’s social skills...”

As he looked down at her, they shared a smile which quickly turned into gentle laughter. The doctor’s voice caught their attention.

“So...the whole she/he thing...I think I already know the answer, but I’ll ask anyway. I can definitely tell you the sex...”

The answer came in unison, sounding oddly stereophonic. “No.”

She smiled at the couple and proceeded to print out the picture she knew they’d want. She could imagine them having each previous ultrasound photograph framed and sitting around the house. “Well then, this is what I will tell you. 17.25 inches long, about 4.7 pounds...and very active, I see.”

Sara laughed loudly. “Oh yeah. We do Larval Aerobics every hour on the hour...and I think my ribs tend to get in her way.”

Dr. Herrero handed the photograph to Grissom and joined in with Sara’s laughter. “When I was pregnant with my first, I thought he had broken my rib one night. My husband still laughs about it.”

Grissom gently ran his fingertip over the image of his child’s face, consumed by the sheer beauty of the entire experience. He felt a soft nudge against his arm. He looked down into the dark eyes of his wife and smiled.

“Can I see?”

He wordlessly handed her the picture and leaned against the table, looking over her shoulder. “We’ll need to make copies when we get home...”

He nodded in silent agreement and kissed the top of her head. His silence confused her and as she tilted her head to look at him, her breath caught in her chest. A single tear gently rolled down his cheek as his eyes remained glued to the photograph in her hand.

“Hey...”

Her soft voice brought his eyes to hers. “Hmm?”

“You okay?”

He smiled brightly and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “More than...”

Dr. Herrero watched them as she moved the ultrasound out of the way, a smile lingering on her face. It was very rare that she was allowed the opportunity to see such love between two people. She cleared her throat softly and waited for them to look at her.

“I want to see you next week, Sara...and...are you still working?”

Her question elicited a groan from Grissom and a smirk from Sara. “I am...but, not much. Only three days a week.”

She shook her head in slight disappointment. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off quickly by Sara. “He doesn’t let me do much, actually. I spend most of my time in the lab or doing paperwork...I haven’t been in the field for two weeks...”

He tilted his head slightly as she turned to glare at him. “Sara...you should be glad I let you do that much...”

“Griss...this isn’t the ‘50's, you know. I’ve known women who worked until they went into labor...”

“Well...I just want the two of you safe...”

Dr. Herrero quickly broke in. “Both of you are right in this instance.”

The slight argument ended as they turned to look at her. Their attention urged her to continue.

“A lot of women do work up until they go into labor. I’ve had quite a few mothers call me from work saying that they were on their way to the hospital. But, Sara...in your line of work, I would have to agree with your husband. Three days a week is fine. I’d prefer you not to work more than that, but I won’t say anything if you want to cut back a little more either.”

Sara scoffed lightly. Grissom shook his head. “That...won’t happen...”

The doctor grinned and patted Sara gently on the shoulder. “Keep up what you’re doing...and I’ll see you next week.”

Sara nodded silently as Dr. Herrera left the room. She sat up with Grissom’s help and sighed.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing...just...well, I miss work.”

“I know...I miss you there too...”

She smiled as she leaned into him and rested her head on his shoulder. “Gil?”

“Yeah?”

“I need chicken...”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that Domus Grissomonian is open...”

She chuckled lightly as he took her hand and led her out of the room.

Part LXXXII

He smiled as he watched her sleep. Her body curled onto her side with her hand protectively covering her stomach. He reached out and gently ran his fingers through the length of her hair before snuggling up against her back and draping an arm over her hip.

He lightly nuzzled her hair, deeply breathing in her scent as he pulled her closer to him. He pressed his body against hers, content with holding her while she slept. He stifled a yawn and fought to keep his eyes open. With a soft sigh, he relented and allowed sleep to overtake him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

A sharp pain in his head quickly roused him from sleep. Confused for a moment, he raised his hand to massage his temple.

“Don’t touch it...”

“What?” His eyes were open, but still unfocused.

“Are you okay, Gil?”

Hearing the concern in her tone, he squinted slightly to regain focus. It was then that he realized that something wasn’t quite right. For one thing, Sara was above him...leaning over him. For another thing, he wasn’t in bed...he was on the floor, beside of the bed.

“Sara...”

“Shh...just tell me if you’re okay...”

“Mmm...yeah...I’m okay. But...what happened?”

“Well...”

“Sara...why am I on the floor?”

He gingerly pushed himself to a sitting position, wincing as the pain stabbed through his head. He felt her fingers lightly touch the bump that had begun to form.

“Good...at least there’s no blood...”

He turned his head slowly to look at her. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

Her eyes remained focused on the darkening knot as she nodded. “Yeah...you, uh...you fell out of bed...”

He narrowed his eyes slightly. “I fell out of bed?”

“Yeah...you were having a nightmare. Do you remember it?”

He rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes. The images flashed behind his closed lids. “Yeah, I think I do...”

“I tried to wake you up...and you pulled away from me and fell...”

He opened his eyes to meet the deep concern showing in her dark irises. “That...hasn’t happened to me in years.”

He rested the back of his head against the mattress as Sara stood and begun to walk out of the room. “I’ll be right back...”

“Mmm...okay...”

He closed his eyes again, allowing the images to come forth once again. He shuddered violently, his eyes snapping open. “Damn...”

He sighed lightly as Sara walked back into the bedroom carrying a bottle of ibuprofen and an ice pack. She stopped short as she recognized the emotions in his eyes.

“Gil? Are you okay?”

“Yes...I’m fine...”

“You don’t look fine...” She held out her hand and smiled at his look of confusion. “Come on...sit on the bed. If I sit down there with you, I’ll never get back up.”

He took her hand and pushed himself off of the floor. “Shit...”

He let go of her hand and dug his fingers into his temple as he heavily sat down on the mattress.

“You smacked your head pretty good on the nightstand...” She carefully held the ice pack against the knot as she handed him the ibuprofen.

He took a few deep breaths in an attempt to control the pain. “Yeah, so I noticed...”

She sighed heavily as she sat down beside of him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I...I don’t know, Sara. It’s nothing really...”

“Well, that’s a load of shit...”

He removed the ice pack and turned to look at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Put that back on your head. And...that’s supposed to mean exactly what I said. If it wasn’t anything, then you wouldn’t have pushed me away when I tried to wake you...and...you wouldn’t have that nasty looking knot on your head.”

Knowing she was right, he moved farther onto the bed and pushed his back against the headboard. He gave her a small smile and motioned for her to move with him.

“I really don’t like talking about this, Sara...”

“Maybe if you talk about it, the nightmares will stop...”

He shook three ibuprofen caplets out of the bottle and swallowed them . “I don’t have nightmares often...”

“Gil...that was the third one this week.”

“It’s nothing...really.” He chuckled softly at her look of disbelief. “Sara...it’s just that time of year. I have a few nightmares...then...it stops until the next year.”

“That time of year?” She glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. “August 6th...”

He remained silent as he watched her eyes narrow in thought. She tilted her head slightly and looked at him. He gave her a small smile and placed the ice pack on the bedside table.

“Will you tell me about it?”

“Sara...in all seriousness, I’m okay.”

“I just...want to help. And...I really think that if you talk about it, it’ll help...”

He raised his hand and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. “I thought your area of specialty was Physics...not Psychology...”

She smiled lightly. “You know it is...my roommate was a Psych major though. I used to help her study...”

She cut herself off as she realized she was rambling. She curled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Please, Gil?”

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as he wrapped his arm around her. “Okay...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So, Gilly...what do you want for your birthday this year?”

The soon-to-be six year old looked up at his father, his blue eyes shining brightly. “What do I want?”

The father smiled at his young son and nodded. “You name it, buddy...”

A smile broke across the youthful face as he thought. “Well...how ‘bout a new bike?”

The older Grissom returned the smile and ruffled his son’s dark curls. “How about we go look at ‘em tomorrow?”

“Bert, can you come in here and help me for a minute?”

Gilly’s eyes turned towards his mother as he excitedly started talking. “Momma! Guess what? Daddy is gonna take me to look at bicycles tomorrow!”

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched her son. “Gilly, honey...slow down for me...I can’t understand you.”

He nodded in understanding, slowing down his speech and using his hands to communicate as well. His mother gave him a bright smile as she watched his hands move fluidly in the air in front of him.

“A new bicycle?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

Squatting down in front of him, she pulled him into a tight hug and whispered in his ear. “Make sure you pick out the best one, okay?”

She released him and looked at her husband. “Can you help me with something?”

He nodded and stood, watching his wife walk back into the kitchen. Hearing a soft sigh, he turned back towards his son.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“I just thought of something else too...”

“Now, Gilly...you know the rules. Only one big present for birthdays...”

“I know Daddy...but this is ‘portant...”

He smiled at his son and sat down on the coffee table in front of him. “What is it, Gilly?”

“I...I want Momma to be able to hear me without using my hands.”

Bert let out a heavy sigh. “I know, son. I do too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“And...that’s when I normally wake up.”

She noticed his hands trembling lightly. “So...which bicycle did you pick out?”

“I didn’t...”

“What?”

“He was gone the next morning. We never went to look at them. And...he wasn’t there for my birthday. And...Mom still couldn’t hear me.”

“Gil...”

“I remember a few days later...I yelled at Mom. I’m not sure I ever apologized to her for it...”

“What happened?”

“She...uh...she called me ‘Gilly’...that was my father’s nickname for me. I yelled at her and told her never to call me that again.” He took a deep breath and released it slowly. “I’ve been ‘Gil’ since that day.”

She fought back her tears and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m sorry...”

“It’s okay...I’m not even sure why it still bothers me.” He pressed a soft kiss into her hair.

“Because...he was your father. You had a special bond with him...”

“Apparently not very special...”

She heard the bitterness in his tone. She remained silent.

“Sara?”

She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. “Yes, babe?”

“I’ll never do that to you or the larva...”

A hint of a smile graced her lips. “I know that.”

She traced his lips lightly with her thumb before kissing him softly. As she pulled back from the kiss, she allowed her smile to be seen.

“Gil?”

“Hmm?”

“What do you want for your birthday this year?”

He gave her a wink as he chuckled lightly. “I have everything I could possibly want...”

She blushed lightly and kissed him again. “Well, I guess I’ll have to come up with something special this year...”

Part LXXXIII

Sara let out a small gasp. Grissom looked across the table at her as her hand gently rubbed her abdomen.

“You okay?”

She nodded slowly and offered him a smile as she pushed another forkful of liver into her mouth. Chewing quickly and swallowing she grinned at him. “What’s wrong?”

“I just…don’t know how you eat that shit…”

“It’s good…here, try it…” She held out her fork with a small bit of liver on it.

He shook his head violently. “Hell no…I almost got sick cooking it. I am not eating it…”

“Oh…come on, Gil…”

“Sara…no…” His tone was gruff, though his eyes showed the playfulness he intended.

“Fine…more for me then.” She chuckled as she took another bite.

“I really can’t believe you’re eating that…”

“Gil...”

“You almost left...Vegas, me...your friends...over hamburger. And...you’ll eat...that...”

“I did not almost leave over hamburger!”

“I know...I’m sorry...”

“The hamburger was just part of it...” She chuckled lightly.

They sat in a comfortable silence as she continued to eat her requested dinner. He cut another bite off of his steak and popped it into his mouth. She sighed lightly and watched him eat.

“Now…how can you eat that ?”

“What? It’s beef…”

“It’s raw…”

“No…I cooked it…”

“For what? Ten seconds?”

He laughed lightly and shook his head. “No…three minutes…each side. It’s perfect…”

She shuddered as he took another bite. She didn’t notice the mischievous look in his eye as she continued attacking her dinner.

“Sara?”

“What?”

He held his fork out to her. “Want a bite?”

“Dear GOD, Gil…get that away from me!”

He laughed loudly as he pulled the fork back into his mouth, savoring the tender meat. “You’ll eat that…organ…but, not a rare steak. I don’t quite understand that, but…okay…”

“This ‘organ’ is high in protein and good for the larva…besides…I like it. That on the other hand is just…not right. Beef should be cooked…”

“Do you eat kidneys too?”

“What?”

“Kidneys…they’re organs as well. The way you’re devouring that liver…”

“Fuck you…” She grinned as she delivered the obscenity.

“Don’t tease me, Sara…that’s not nice…”

“Who said anything about teasing?”

With her being two weeks and a day from the due date, their sex life had waned. Mostly due to his fear of hurting her. Though she had to admit, the last few days she had just been too tired to even think about sex with her husband. Luckily, she was married to a man who understood. She placed her fork on the plate in front of her and licked her lips as she gazed into his eyes.

“Sara…”

“Come here…”

Taking a deep breath, he pushed his chair back and stood. He picked up the dinner dishes and set them in the sink before returning to the table and standing beside of her chair.

She looked up at him with a devilish grin and motioned for him to move in closer. Placing one hand on the table and one on the back of her chair, he leaned down and placed a light kiss on her temple.

“Gil?”

“Hm?”

“Do something for me?”

He smiled at the sweetness of her tone. “Anything, honey…”

“Help me up?”

He sighed lightly as he leaned back and took her hands into his, pulling her up carefully. “You, my dear…are a tease…”

As he released her hands, her fingers brushed against his erection. Sucking in a quick breath, he bit his lip as his eyes darkened. “Sara…”

Giving him a quick wink, she grinned up at him. “I told you…I’m not teasing…”

He stood still as she turned and walked through the kitchen door. Stopping in the hall, she turned to look back at him. “You coming?”

“Huh? Oh…yeah…yeah, I am…”

She stifled her laugh and raised her eyebrows. “There? Or…are you going to wait until you get to the bedroom?”

He stared at her for a moment, not really comprehending what she had said. Suddenly it hit him. “Oh…no…not here…”

Her soft laughter escaped her lips as he remained still, as if his feet were cemented to the flooring. “Well?”

His feet slowly began to move. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at her. “Sara…are you sure?”

She chuckled lightly as she made her way down the hall and into their bedroom. “Well…if you’d rather jack off again…”

He quickly followed her into their room. “No…actually, I wouldn’t. But…only if you’re sure…”

She turned to face him, somewhat startled as she bumped into him. Regaining her composure rather quickly, she grasped the button on his jeans and pulled it free. Her nimble fingers pulled the zipper tab down and she slowly slid her hand into his boxers.

Wrapping her fingers around the thick shaft, she used her other hand to pull his head down to hers. As she leaned in to kiss him, she whispered two quick syllables.

“I’m sure.”

Her mouth opened to him, inviting his tongue inside. An invitation he quickly accepted. The slightly rough muscle tangled with hers as she began stroking him slowly. He moaned into her mouth and thrust gently into her hand before pulling back to look at her.

“Sara?”

She had unbuttoned his shirt and was in the process of searing his flesh with her tongue. “Hmm?”

He groaned as she took his nipple into her mouth. “God...uh...bed...”

She released his cock and took a step backwards. Sliding her shirt from her shoulders she smiled. “Bed is good...but...I really don’t think I’m up to...”

Her words came to a halt as he closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip. She reached out and pushed his shirt off and into the floor. His eyes fluttered open as she gently tugged on his hand.

“Sara...”

“Hey...I never said that I didn’t want you. I just...my back is hurting a little...and...I really don’t think the larva is going to cooperate right now...”

She laid down on the bed and motioned for him to join her. As he started to climb into the bed, she placed her hand on his chest.

“Are you going to get rid of these for me?” She lightly pulled at the waistband of his jeans.

“I thought...”

She grinned brightly at him. “You think too much. You always have. Now...you’re not getting into this bed until you lose those...”

Returning her grin, he slid his jeans and boxers down his legs and stepped out of them. Climbing into the bed beside of her, he gasped as her hand found his still-throbbing hard-on.

With his back pressed into the firm mattress, she leaned over him as she began stroking him again. Her tongue traced his lips before she placed a soft kiss on his lips. Her hand increased its pressure as her mouth moved down his chest, pausing briefly to tease his hardened nipples. He thrust against her as she lightly nipped at his flesh with her teeth.

Looking towards his face, she smiled. “Patience...”

A soft groan was his response. She chuckled lightly and continued on her journey.

Reaching her destination, her tongue flicked against the head. She moaned against him as she tasted his pre-cum. Sliding her hand to the base of his cock, she took the glans into her mouth. Sucking lightly, she began to pull his length into her mouth.

He fought to remain still.

Her hand moved to massage his scrotum as his length easily slid into her throat. A loud groan escaped his throat as she rolled his heavy balls against her palm. Her tongue swirled around his shaft as her lips moved back towards the head.

She grasped him lightly with her teeth and sucked the head with an intensity that almost caused him to scream. His hips bucked up towards her, pushing his hardened flesh a little further into her mouth. In his heightened state, he didn’t feel her teeth scrape along the sensitive skin.

His fingers tangled in her hair as she held his hips down and increased her speed. She sucked him hard...and fast. He watched her head bob up and down quickly. Along with the sensations that her mouth was giving him, the act of actually watching her was bringing him quickly to the edge.

“Sara...”

“Mmm?” She hummed lightly as she continued.

“Close...God...Sara...so...close...”

She opened her eyes and looked into the glazed slate irises of her husband. Reaching up with her hand, she flicked his nipple before pinching it.

His eyes slammed shut as he moaned her name. She felt the familiar quiver of his body beneath her and pinched his nipple once more. This time with more pressure.

“Fuck...”

She smiled inwardly as she felt the first spurt of semen hit the back of her throat. She swallowed hungrily, effectively milking him. His fingers tightened in her hair as he released his orgasm into her mouth.

Feeling his shuddering begin to subside, she slowed her pace gradually. Eventually halting all movement and allowing his softening member to slide out of her mouth. Moving up his body, she kissed him passionately before sliding to his side and wrapping her arm across his chest.

“Sara...” His breathless voice made her smile.

“Better now, babe?”

“Mm...yeah.” He opened his eyes and grinned. “Um...your turn in a few minutes...”

She smiled sweetly and brushed her lips against his as she shook her head. “No...”

“No?” His fingers ran through her slightly damp hair.

“No...we’re both tired...and...that was all for you...”

“But...”

“Besides...I came when you did...”

His fingers lightly stroked her back as she snuggled up against him. “I love you, Sara.”

She yawned against his skin and closed her eyes. “I love you too, babe.”

Feeling her breathing pattern change, he realized she had fallen asleep. With a smile on his face, he allowed himself to follow her into a restful slumber.

Part LXXXIV

He rolled over onto his side, reaching for his wife. He opened his eyes as his arm wrapped around the pillow instead. Glancing at the clock, he pushed himself up to a sitting position and rubbed his eyes. Tilting his head to one side, he listened carefully.

No water running...she’s not in the shower...

He climbed out of bed and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers from his dresser. After pulling them on, he walked out of their room and down the hall. Halfway to the kitchen, he smelled it. The rich aroma of butter tickled his nose. He smiled as he heard her soft voice singing in the kitchen.

He grinned as he leaned against the doorframe. “I love listening to you sing...”

She turned around as she poured the popcorn into a large bowl. “Well, good morning sleepyhead.” She walked around the kitchen island and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Happy Birthday, babe.”

“Thank you.” He reached for the bowl and popped a few kernels into his mouth. “So...popcorn...at ten am?”

“Yeah...larval demands.” She smiled as he gently rubbed her abdomen. “I was thinking...”

“About?”

“Well...you know what goes really well with popcorn?”

“A cold beer?”

She smacked his arm lightly. “NO...beer? With popcorn? At ten am?”

He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “So...what goes really well with popcorn?”

Moving by him, she made her way to the couch and eased herself down on the soft cushions. “A movie...”

Grabbing a bottle of apple juice for her and a glass of iced tea for himself, he followed her into the living room. “Okay...so...what do you want to watch?”

She grinned up at him and thought for a brief moment. “Manhunter...”

He shook his head in amusement as he walked towards the DVD rack. “You and Manhunter...”

“Hey...that movie has sentimental value for me...”

After putting the dvd in the player and grabbing the remote, he took his place beside of her. She leaned into him and placed her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.

“I was thinking after we watch the movie, I’d fix you some lunch. And then maybe you can open your presents...”

“Presents? Sara, I’m 47...”

“Never too old for presents, Gil...”

Knowing he would lose the argument, he turned his head and kissed her forehead lightly. “Okay...presents after lunch. Hey, can we go to the circus after that?”

A short, but loud burst of laughter escaped her lips. “Are you saying I’m treating you like a child?”

Reaching into the bowl, he grabbed a couple of kernels of popcorn. “Possibly...”

She licked the butter from his lip and grinned. “Shut up...movie’s coming on...”

“Yes dear...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Halfway through the movie, Sara groaned. “Griss...”

“What’s wrong, Sara?” He sat up as quickly as he could with his pregnant wife laying on his chest.

He pushed her up gently and noticed the tears in her eyes. “Sara, what is it?”

She opened her mouth to speak as another pain ripped through her body. “Shit...”

His eyes focused on her hand pressing against her stomach. “Gil...I think...labor...”

“What? Sara...there’s still two weeks...”

“I...don’t think...she’s going to...wait...”

He placed his hand on the side of her swollen belly. Feeling the spasm under his touch, he looked quickly to her face. Her eyes were clenched tightly closed against the sudden pain.

“Oh God...”

“Hospital...”

He stood up quickly and reached down to grasp her hand. “Come on...”

She looked up at him as the pain subsided and gave a light chuckle. “Uh...Gil?”

“What? Come on Sara, I’m taking you to the hospital...”

“You...uh...you might want to get dressed first.”

He glanced down at his body clad only in a pair of green boxers. “Shit...”

“Go on, babe. Get dressed...I’m okay...”

He stood there and stared at her. Suddenly, he turned and ran down the hall. He returned a minute later wearing a pair of jeans and sliding his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. Leaving the buttons undone, he quickly grabbed his shoes out from under the coffee table.

“How are you?” His fingers fumbled with the laces. Getting frustrated, he cursed lightly. Hearing her light laughter, he turned to her. “How are you?”

“Calm down...we have plenty of time.”

Finally able to get his laces tied, he stood back up. Leaning down, he grasped her left hand with his right as he slid his left hand behind her back. Easing her off of the couch, he guided her towards the door.

“Keys...fuck! You okay to stand here for a minute?”

Her laughter became louder. “I’m fine...go get the keys...”

He nodded and took off back down the hall towards their room. She glanced at the table beside of the door and shook her head. “Gil! The keys are right here...”

He came bounding into the living room, looking completely bewildered. “I...I can’t find the keys...”

She pointed towards the table.

“Oh...okay...” Grabbing the keys and his cell phone, he opened the door and quickly ushered her to the blue Tahoe sitting in the driveway.

“Gil?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“You need to button your shirt...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

As he sped through the streets of Las Vegas, he cursed each car in his path. “Get the hell out of my way!”

She hissed as another pain coursed through her abdomen. His hand rested on her knee, squeezing lightly. “Sara...”

“Just...watch the road. I’m okay. It was just a quick pain. Don’t kill all three of us trying to get us there...”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her reach for the phone. “What are you doing?”

“One of us has to make a phone call to the team...and...you obviously can’t right now...”

“Call Catherine...I told her I’d call her first...”

She nodded and punched in the numbers for Catherine’s cellphone.

After a couple of rings, a tired voice answered the phone. “Yeah...”

“Uh...Warrick?”

“Yeah...”

She bit her lip to stifle the laughter. “Can I talk to Catherine?”

His eyes snapped open when he realized what he had done. “Oh...uh...yeah...hold on.”

He lightly shook the blonde laying beside of him. “Hmm?”

“Phone...it’s Sara...”

Her eyes opened quickly as she reached for the phone. “You answered it?”

He shrugged his shoulders and gave her a bright smile. “It was beside of mine...I thought it was mine. One of us needs to change our ring tone...”

She returned his smile and lifted the phone to her ear. “Sara?”

“Nice night?”

“Well...yeah...what’s up?”

“Oh...nothing much.” She smiled as Grissom gave her a quick glance.

“Nothing much? Just call to chat?”

“Well...no, actually...I was calling because Grissom isn’t able to...”

Catherine pushed herself up in the bed. “Is he okay?”

“Panicked...but otherwise, yeah...he’s fine...”

“Panicked? Sara...what’s going on?”

“You might want to gather the rest of the team and meet us at the hospital...”

“Hospital? Sara...what happened?”

Sara dropped the phone as another pain took over. Grissom quickly picked it up and held it to his ear.

“Sara? Sara...you still there?”

“Cath...she’s in labor...”

“Labor?!”

Warrick’s eyes widened. “Labor?”

Grissom groaned as another car impeded his journey. “Yeah...the larva’s on the way...gotta go, Cath.”

“Be careful...we’ll be there as soon as we can.” She listened for a moment and then realized he had already hung up.

Catherine jumped out of bed and grabbed the first set of clothes she could find. “Call Nicky...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Grissom slid to a stop in front of the Emergency entrance doors. After asking her for the hundredth time if she was okay, he clambered out and ran around to the passenger side. Flinging the door open, he reached in to help her out.

An orderly met them at the curb with a wheelchair. Grissom helped Sara into it as Greg ran up the sidewalk.

“Grissom!”

He turned towards the voice. Sara grinned at the young man as he bent down and kissed the top of her head. “You got here pretty fast...”

“I just live right over there...” He motioned over his right shoulder. “I left as soon as Nick called. How are you?”

“I’m in labor, Greg...how are you?”

“Good...had a nice date last night...”

“GREG!”

The young man looked at Grissom quizzically. “What?”

“Can we please hear about your date some other time? We’re kind of in a hurry here...”

“Oh...yeah...I’m sorry...”

Grissom tossed his keys to the lab-rat as he followed the orderly through the doors. “Can you park the Tahoe for me?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

Part LXXXV

He felt her long fingers dig into the back of his thigh as he handed the admitting nurse his insurance card. He looked down at her in alarm, only to find her eyes shut tight and a tear escape from behind her lids.

“Sara?”

Her fingers gripped him harder, causing him to pull away from the pain. Or...attempt to at least. Releasing her grasp, she gave him the opportunity he was silently begging for. Kneeling beside of the wheelchair, he wiped the tear from her cheek before brushing her hair back gently.

“Honey?”

“Hurts...”

“I know...it’ll...”

“You know?”

“No...no, I don’t really know...but...I can obviously see that you’re in pain, honey...”

“Ugh...”

“Ugh? What’s wrong?”

“I think I...”

He looked down as he heard a drip on the tile floor beneath them. “Shit!”

Grabbing the orderly as he walked by, he stood quickly. “Her water broke...”

The young man quickly wheeled the chair away towards the elevator with Grissom following closely.

“Grissom!”

He turned quickly to find Greg running towards them. “Greg...wait here...bring the others up when they get here...” He motioned towards the admitting nurse. “She’ll know where we are...”

Greg watched the elevator doors close in front of him before turning and walking back out the door to wait on the rest of the night shift team.

He paced back and forth in front of the Emergency entrance doors, occasionally kicking a stray gravel across the sidewalk.

“Greg!”

He turned towards the shrill voice to see Catherine and Warrick coming from the parking lot. “Hey!”

“Where is she?”

“They took her upstairs...Grissom told me to wait here for the rest of the team. Where’s Nick?”

A slightly out of breath, deep voice came from behind him. “Here...where are they?”

“They took her upstairs...”

He was cut off as Catherine pushed past him. “Come on guys...we have a baby on the way...”

“Shouldn’t we wait on Brass?”

Warrick followed Catherine. “You can sit here and wait...I’m going with her...”

Nick grabbed Greg’s arm and pulled him towards the door with him. “Come on Greg, Brass can find his own way up...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

As they rounded the corner, they heard a familiar voice. Though that voice did not sound like the happily married woman they all knew.

“Goddamn you! This is all YOUR fault...you DO...oh fuck!”

Catherine laughed lightly. Nick shook his head. “Poor guy...”

“Poor guy?” Everyone turned to look at Greg, who had turned a few shades lighter. “What about Sara? Listen to her...”

Catherine put her arm around his shoulder and guided him to a chair. “Greg...it’s perfectly normal.

“You son...of...a...bitch!” Sara’s muffled voice came from inside of the room.

Greg cowered into his chair and looked at Catherine. “That doesn’t sound...normal...”

“Trust me, Greg...it’s very normal.” She lightly ruffled his hair and stood up. Walking to the door, she cracked it slightly.

“Cath...what are you doing?”

“Just checking on them, Nicky. Have to make sure she hasn’t killed our fearless leader yet...”

As she peeked through the small opening she had created, she smiled. Grissom whispering words of encouragement as he gently wiped her face and brow clean of sweat. Sara grabbing him by the front of the paper gown covering his shirt...not whispering...and not screaming words of encouragement. Dr. Herrero at the foot of the bed calmly giving instructions to the mother-to-be.

“Okay, Sara...I see the top of the head. You’re doing beautifully.”

“Fuck...you...too...”

The doctor chuckled and grinned up at Grissom, silently telling him everything was okay. “Sara, would you like something for pain?”

Sara answered with a shrill scream and dug her nails into Grissom’s forearm.

Grissom looked at the doctor, pain evident on his face. “Is...that a ‘yes’?”

“NO! Do NOT drug my baby!”

“Sara...if it’s too much...”

“Shut the fuck up...”

He sighed as he wiped the cool cloth across her brow once more. “I love you, Sara. We’re almost there, baby. You can do it. You can do it, honey.”

She bit her lip, bringing the blood to the surface of her flesh.

“It’s okay baby...in just a little while you’ll be holding our weevil.”

She glared at him. “I...hate...you...”

Grissom gave her a small smile. “I know you do...I love you...”

“YOU are...carrying...the next...one...”

Dr. Herrero looked up at Sara’s face. “Okay, Sara...push for me...”

With a grin on her face, Catherine closed the door softly. She turned to the rest of the team, who were staring at her intently.

Nick was the first to speak. “Well?”

“She hates him...”

Greg groaned loudly.

“He loves her...”

Warrick chuckled.

“And...Grissom has to carry the next baby...”

“That, I would pay good money to see...”

They all turned towards the source of the voice. “Jim...you finally made it...”

“Traffic is a bitch today. I take it all is going normally?”

“Yep. We should have a new member of the team pretty soon...”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Twenty-five minutes later the door opened. Grissom, though looking extremely exhausted, beamed brightly at them.

Greg jumped from his chair and ran to the tired man. “Is she okay? Is the baby okay? What’s going on? TELL ME!”

Catherine took hold of Greg’s shoulder and pulled him back. “Calm down, Greggo...let him talk...” Catherine turned to look at Grissom. “So?”

“Sara’s fine...tired...and apparently doesn’t hate me as much right now...the weevil...the weevil is beautiful. Head full of dark hair, not sure of the eye color yet...” He paused as he heard his newborn let out a loud cry. “And...perfectly formed lungs...”

Nick moved to the other side of Catherine. “Details, Griss...”

“Oh...yeah...uh...20 inches long, 6 pounds 12 ounces...” He grinned as they stared at him. He turned to walk back into the room. With his hand on the door, he stopped and looked over his shoulder at his team standing there, mouths agape. “Michael O’Brien Grissom...sounds better than Weevil Grissom...”

He heard them talking amongst themselves as he closed the door behind him and made his way back to his wife and son. Leaning over the edge of the bed, he placed a soft kiss on Sara’s lips before reaching out to caress his son’s head.

“You did a wonderful job, honey. I’m so proud of you.”

She looked up at him through tired eyes and smiled. “Happy Birthday, Gil...”

He gasped lightly as the realization hit him. In his panic and excitement, he had completely forgotten that today was his birthday. A tear trickled down his cheek as he tenderly kissed his son’s head.

“Welcome to the world, Mikey. I love you.”

Standing back up, he brushed Sara’s damp hair back away from her face. “Thank you...”

She smiled as she cuddled their son closer to her chest. “I guess you were right...” She winked at him when she saw his puzzled expression. “You have a son...”

“Maybe the next one will be a girl...”

“Care to let me recover from this one first?”

He chuckled lightly. She reached up and stroked the side of his face gently. “Gil?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I don’t hate you...and...you’re not a son of a bitch...”

They shared a smile as their son shifted in her arms.

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