sandle_shell

#46 - Star - Sara/Greg

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 22:35:45 GMT

Title: Star
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Greg/Sara
Prompt: #46 - Star
Word Count: 96ish
Rating: PG

It's small and black and ten years old. His thumb rolls over the stained skin. Her breath heightens as she notices that he is taking pleasure at the feeling over her flesh under his hand.

He opens his mouth to speak, to comment, to tell her that it's the most sexy thing he's ever seen, but no words come out. He only stares at his hand on the paleness of her hip.

"Greg," she whispers.

He tears his gaze off her body and into her eyes.

She has a playful smile on her lips.

"It's only a star,"

# Parents

Sat, 05 Nov 2005 23:52:50 GMT

Title: You're Lying
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Greg/Sara
Prompt: Parents
Word Count: 1,334
Rating: Pg-14
Author's Notes: Pure and happy fluff. (Dedicated to you queen_kiwi

She sits in the bathroom, on the floor, leaning against the tub. It's cold and she shivers, wearing only a pair of sweat shorts and a tank top, but she doesn't make an effort to get up or even move. She is still and the only sign of life is the two warm tears that roll down her cheek.

There is light knocking at the door.

"You okay?" a male voice asks.

"Yeah," she says voice dry and tired.

"You sure? Been in there for a while," he leans on the frame of the door. He is half tired/half concerned.

"Yeah I'm sure," her voice is still distant and dry, but she doesn't have the energy to make something up.

He bites his lip and shuffles his feet. "You want me to call in for you?"

"No!" She snaps. She jumps up and goes for the door, gripping the knob, making sure it's locked. "No...I'm just...I'm fine, okay? I'll just take a shower and I'll be fine."

"Okay," he's not convinced, but he knows that nothing he can say will change her mind. "Okay."

She presses her ear to the door, listening to him walk away to the kitchen. She makes herself tell the truth as she stumbles over to flick the shower on. She strips and stands, naked for a moment, staring at the mirror; her milky white skin, pink lips, red eyes and a purple-blue mark on her collar bone.

"Okay," she says to herself. Before she steps into the shower, she takes a handful of toilet paper and shoves it down in the trash can.

----

She paces back and forth in the bathroom. She wears a red shirt with a high collar to hide the mark. She has all ready been getting odd looks for the constant runs to the toilet for two days; a hickey would only draw more attention.

"You can do this," she whispers, leaning over the sink and staring at herself in the mirror. She hasn't bothered with makeup for a week. "It's only three little words. Just say: 'Grissom I'm pregnant'." She forced a smile. "See?" She straightened up, smoothed out her shirt and walked out the door.

----

"You busy?" she pops her head into the office.

Grissom sits behind his desk with a folder in front of him. He shakes his head and she comes in, sitting in the spinny chair across from him. He takes off his glasses. "Something on your mind?" he calmly asks.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm a bit under the weather here lately," her hands clasp and unclasp in her lap.

"Catherine thinks you should take a few days off,"

"I know," she fakes a laugh. "I know, but it's going to pass in a few...in a while, I think, but I will..." she shuts her eyes, gathering courage.”I will have to be taking some leave in, in a few months," she is stuttering and flubbing over her words. She takes deep breaths, forcing herself to calm. She feels like throwing up again. "But in a few weeks, I want to see if maybe I could switch to some, some in lab work. Still on cases, just not out in the field." she is also sweating.

"Sara, what's wrong?" he is getting concerned. His voice is pleasant and sympathetic.

There are tears in her eyes and she sniffles. She has cried in front of him before, but she wants to hide it now, so when she whispers, her head is lowered to watch her shaking hands. "I'm pregnant."

Okay, only two words.

She finally exhales and waits for his reaction.

"You should be taking it easy," he shifts in his chair, picking up a pencil.

"I know," finally, she looks up with tears. "I've just, I've been thinking about it and going over all my options and what's going to happen and, and I'm going to keep this baby," her voice quivers slightly. "I just, I wanted to let you know that I will be putting in transfer hours and taking time off and-"

"Sara," this stops her rambling. "Don't you think that there's someone else you should tell?"

Her mouth parts. "How did you-"

He raises that twitchy eyebrow of his.

"Of course," she smiles with a sniffle. "You just know everything."

"It wasn't exactly hard to figure out," she glares at him and he clarifies. "The two of you." Grissom shifts again, this time leaning back.

"Right," she stands up. "I guess...I'll finish the shift. Thanks." she makes a bee-line for the door.

"Congratulations," he says as she touches the handle.

----

They never drive to work together or home. She doesn't know why she has kept it a secret. She is back before him tonight though. He stayed to do paper work. She had offered to stay with him, but he shooed her away.

So now she sits on the couch, in pajama bottoms and one of his T-shirts, staring aimlessly at the blank TV and a box of tissues sits at her knee. The tears come and go and she goes through a good third of the box. Right now she's in a non-crying shift.

One hand rests on her stomach. She is no where near showing yet, but she can feel the life inside her. She can also feel that her jeans were slightly snug this morning.

His car is in the driveway. Without thinking she flicks the TV on and then off as soon as he walks in. She smiles for him and casually knocks the box to the floor.

"You didn't have to stay up," he yawns and kicks his off his sneakers.

"I wanted to,"

He saunters over to the couch. "Feeling better? You threw up like four times today. You should have taken off."

"Well, I'm not. Not yet,"

He cocks his head and sits down. Now he notices that she's been crying. "What's wrong?" he touches her cheek and she resists the urge to either turn away or cry again.

Two simple words. Just like with Grissom. "I'm...it's uh, it's not a huge deal really..." she picks at the fabric of the couch. He moves closer. "It just, I'm pregnant," she blurts out and shrugs, getting ready to keep talking. "I, that's why I've been sick and you know that's just..." she finally looks up at him.

His face is set, jaw unhinged, he is not blinking but she can tell he is working it out in his mind, analyzing what she just said.

"I'm keeping it," she continues. "I've got the money and the house and I can take care of it. And um, are you going to say anything?" she doesn't look up. Her face is scrunched as she picks. He is taking too long. She wants to throw up again.

"Wow," he breathes.

"Wow?" she raises her brow at him.

"Yeah, I mean, just," he takes his hand and presses it to her belly.

His palm is warm and her stomach dips and tingles. "You can't feel anything yet, Greg."

"I know, but in a few months..." his thumb rolls over, twisting the fabric of the shirt.”I mean, it is mine right?" he tries covering his shaky and cracking voice with the joke.

She laughs and pushes him. Then starts to cry.

"Come here,"

Willingly, she goes into his open arm, snuggling close to him, burying her face in his chest. His arm wraps around her and rubs her back. "This is going to be good." he whispers.

She smiles. "Are you crying?"

"No,"

"You're lying,"

"I've gotta be the strong one right? Let you know it's all going to be okay,"

"You're lying," she states.

"Just don't look up for a few minutes,"

But she does, and looks into his watery, green eyes. "Thank you." And kisses him soft. She puts her head back on his chest. He strokes her hair.

#80 - Why?

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 23:09:21 GMT

Yeah I know. I suck.

Title: The Truth
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: hint of Greg/Sara
Prompt: #80 - Why?
Word Count: 265
Rating: R

"Why doesn't Mommy live with us?" Bailey asks from her bed as Greg is getting ready to leave.

"What?" he stammered, unable to find real words.

"Well, Mommy lives with some other guy and I was just wondering why she doesn't live with us." Bailey kicks her feet under the blankets.

Greg takes a deep breath. "Mommy just, well she just didn't feel comfortable living with Daddy anymore."

"Were you mean to her? Because I know when Danny McGrainy is mean to me, I don't want to play with him anymore,"

"No," he sighs and sits on the chair next to her bed. She doesn't understand, she's only five and Sara moved out when she was two. "Mommy...Mommy didn't feel that it was the best thing for her to be living with me anymore. She needed space and she works really hard."

"Okay," Bailey accepts it. "I was just wondering. Some of my other friend’s mommy's don't live with them either."

He smiles and kisses her on the forehead. "Get some sleep Bay."

I love you,"

"Love you too, Princess,"

He leaves and closes the door. He could never tell Bailey the truth. Not until she was older anyway. He wouldn't be able to stand to tell his only daughter that she was a mistake and her mother almost got rid of her. He couldn't tell Bailey that her parents had a one night stand and all her mother wanted was a good fuck.

"I need you Greg" her breath hot.

"Greg, I'm pregnant,"

"I'm getting rid of the baby,"
"No you're not,"

end.

#66 - Rain

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 21:27:10 GMT

Title: Shivers
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Greg
Prompt: #66 - Rain
Word Count: 302
Rating: Let's go with a PG-14
Author's Notes: Just kind of a random scene. No spoliers or anything.

She stares out the window at the hurrican type rain pelting on the windows and making a river in the street. The tress rustle and hit the side of the building. Her breath condenses on the cold window and she touches the cold class with her fingertips. She's only wearing a T-shirt, one that is too large to be her own.

There is a flash of lightening that flickers over her stone features. Her face shows no emotion as she looks out at the storm.

She can hear him coming, slowly padding down the carpeted hallway. She must have woken him when she rolled over and got off the matress.

"What are you doing?" he asks. He puts his warm hand on the back of her neck and rubs with his thumb. A tingle goes down her spine.

"Couldn't sleep," she shrugs.

"You're freezing,"

She turns her head and looks him over. His multi-colored hair is diseveled (more so than usual), eyes droopy with sleep and he is only in a pair of green boxers. "Aren't you?"

He looks at himself and grins. "Come back to bed. We can both get warm," he raises his eyebrows. She laughs. "I was talking about huddling under the covers, but I think you're idea is better."

She grins and grabs his hand, taking him back to the bedroom. They crawl onto the matress and bring the sheets over their bodies. He snakes a hand under the T-shirt and rests it on her hip.

"You're not wearing any underwhere," he whispers, like it's a secret."

"No, I'm not."

He pulls her close so that his pelvis is pushing against hers. They don't speak anymore as she kisses him and he lifts the shirt. Her fingers are cold along the rim of his boxers and he shivers.