by Amanda Hawthorn
Spoilers: Set loosely in season 4.
Feedback: Love it, but no flames please I'm fragile!!
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Disclaimer: CSI belongs to CBS and Alliance-Atlantis Productions. No infringement intended.
Summary: A tiny bundle discovered on Christmas Eve morning, turns Sara's life upside down.
The crisp air once again blew around then as they exited the Lab. Instinctively, Sara held the baby closer to her warmth, shielding him from the coldness that surrounded them. The little boy grasped a handful of her hair, snuggling in closer to her silken strands.
"Here's Brass now," Grissom stated, moving a hand to her back to push her forward gently. For a moment he considered removing his jacket to drape it around her shoulders, but fear of his feelings becoming exposed held him back
When the car pulled up along side them, Grissom stepped in front of Sara to pull open the rear door for her to climb in. For a few moments, Sara closed her eyes, relishing the feel of the tiny body against hers. Lifting him gently, she turned to Grissom, holding the baby towards him.
"You need to take him so I can strap myself in," she told him softly.
"Oh..." Holding out his arms awkwardly, Grissom took the child from her and found his eyes holding hers for a few seconds more than he'd meant to. Her brown eyes held an immense sadness that splintered into his soul, shattering her essence into every part of his body. She needed some form of comfort, and he knew deep down inside that she needed him to offer it to her.
Breaking her eyes from his, Sara climbed into the back seat and pulled the seat belt securely around her before holding open her arms to retrieve the child from him.
"You all set?" he asked softly, lifting a finger to stroke the little boys cheek softly.
"Yeah, we're fine here."
Closing the door, Grissom stood and walked around to climb into the front seat alongside Brass. "Okay we're ready."
Brass nodded silently, his eyes sneaking a tentative glance into the rear view mirror to see Sara gazing down at the child in her arms. With a heavy sigh, he nodded to Grissom, his worry reaching through his eyes. "We've got a problem," he mouthed silently.
"I know," Grissom nodded in silence, knowing that Sara was already attached, even though she claimed this was just a case like any other.
Brass shook his head sadly as he started the car and drove them out of the car park. The sooner they found this child's parents the better.
They arrived at the hospital in a little over ten minutes. Grissom helped Sara out of the car, once again taking the now sleeping baby from her arms. He found his eyes creeping over the tiny face that peeked out from beneath Sara's jacket and he found himself fighting a burst of emotion that ached to claim him.
"Why don't you hold him," Sara whispered quietly when he moved to hand her back the baby, making sure she carefully avoided his eyes.
"No, he's asleep now, you should be okay from now on," taking a step back, she looked around at the people passing her. "I'll wait outside."
"You should be inside with him Sara, he needs you," Brass told her quietly as he came to stand beside her.
"I..." she started, her voice catching in her throat as she tried to find the words she needed to say, but she couldn't speak. Instead she settled for nodding quietly, but kept her eyes away from Grissom and the child he carried.
"Don't you want to hold him?" Grissom asked awkwardly as she fell into step beside him.
"No, he's fine without me. You keep hold of him." She shook her head slowly.
"Sara I know how you must feel..."
"No you don't know how I feel," she whispered sadly, lowering her voice when she saw the baby stir in Grissom's arms.
"Looks like he's waking up, maybe you should take him," he told her, his heart thudding loudly inside his chest when he handed the baby to her. He had heard her soft admission and as much as he had tried to dismiss his feelings for her, she had a way of bringing them to the surface.
"He'll be back with his mother soon," she told him, biting her bottom lip at the realization that she had shared something with this child that gave her a glimpse of one of life's paths she could have chosen. Reaching out, she took the offered treasure and relished the feel of him against her before she had to push it to the back of her mind, along with all of the other regrets she harbored there.
Walking towards the nurses station, Grissom came to stand closer beside Sara as he offered her his closeness. He needed her to know she had his support, even if he couldn't show her the other emotions that she caused to simmer within him.
"Detective Brass," Brass pulled out his badge to flash it at one of the nurses as she came closer towards them. "I called earlier about an abandoned baby."
"Yes, we're ready," the nurse smiled, coming to stand next to Sara as she spoke. "Is this him?"
"Yeah," Sara nodded, lifting her arms readying herself for the separation, but the child clung to her when he felt her move to release him. "Sorry," she shrugged, pulling him back towards her, "he's been like this since we found him."
"Poor little thing," the nurse sighed. "Well he's very lucky to have you. Most abandoned babies fret without their mother. You must have children of your own."
"Uh, no," Sara told her "Kids usually hate me."
"I'm sure that's not the case," she smiled. "I'm Tina by the way."
"Sara," she nodded.
"Okay if you would like to bring him through Sara, we'll page the doctor to come and check him over." Lifting her eyes to Grissom, she smiled, "Would your husband like to come too?"
"My..." Sara stuttered, shaking her head, "No, he's my boss. I'm not even..." taking a breath, she steadied herself.
"Oh," Tina said softly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "My mistake."
"No harm done," Grissom told her, his own breathing becoming unsteady as he spoke. "I should wait out here with Detective Brass."
"Okay," Tina smiled, ushering Sara into a cubicle with the baby.
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