Getting To Know You

As Gil Grissom approached the front step of his townhouse he noticed the foreign object blocking his door. He quickly snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and began to investigate the basket that was invading his personal space.

He picked up the small pink blanket and gazed at the small creature within the confines of the basket. A baby? Whose baby is this? Why is it on my porch?

He touched the sleeping child and its eyes came open and it began to cry. Now What? Catherine, where is Catherine? Shit! She and Lindsay are away. Who else is there? Sara? I guess I’ll have to call her.

He picked up the now screaming baby and walked into his house leaving the basket on the step. He called Sara.

“Hello.” The sweet voice chimed through the phone.

“Sara. Its Grissom, could you come over?”

The baby was still crying.

“Grissom, is that a baby crying?”

“Yes! Can you please come over?”

“I’ll be right there.”

Why does Grissom have a baby? Why would he want me to help? Where is its mother?

Sara drove immediately to Grissom’s townhouse. As she pulled into the driveway she could hear the baby crying. She rushed up the walk and grabbed the basket off the step and walked into the house.

“Grissom.”

“Sara! Please stop her from crying.”

Sara took the baby from him and cuddled against her chest. She stopped crying.

“She likes you.” He added.

“She knows you aren’t comfortable with her. Babies can sense that.”

“Woman’s touch.”

“Grissom, why do you have a baby?” Sara got right to the point.

“It…She was on my step.”

“Where did she come from?”

“I have no idea.”

Sara began to inspect the basket. “Did you look in here?”

“No.”

She found a letter with Gil Grissom written across the front of it.

“What’s this?” She said holding up the letter.

“I don’t know. Where did it come from?”

“In the basket.”

“Really?”

“DO I look like I am trying to be funny?”

He took the letter and began to read it:

Gil
Samantha is your daughter. I’m so sorry to do this to you but I had no other option. I was diagnosed with a terminal illness and was given only a short time to live. I know you will do what is right. Her birth certificate and things is in the basket. You are listed as her father.
Amanda

Grissom had a gapped look on his face. He was a million miles away.

“What’s wrong?” Sara asked.

“Apparently this child is mine.”

“What? How? When?” Sara was shocked.

Grissom sat on the couch that was lost for words.

“Griss.”

“I…I dated Amanda, well sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“Well, we were on and off for so long and then she came back and I sort of slipped.”

“Slipped?”

“Yes, we slept together.”

“So why was the baby left?”

“Amanda is dying.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry.”

“What am I going to do with a baby Sara?”

“You can’t turn your back on her Griss. She’s your blood.”

Sara smiled as she sat down beside him with the baby in her arms.

“What’s her name? Does it say?”

“Samantha.”

“How old is she?”

He looked at her birth certificate and did some quick math. “A little over nine months.”

“She has your eyes.”

He smiled. “I’m not sure I can do this. What if I fail?”

“You’ll be okay. I promise I will help you.”

He smiled as he looked at Sara holding the baby. “You are a natural you know.”

She didn’t know what to say.

“Where is the little one sleeping?”

“I have no idea. I’m not equipped for a baby.”

“I guess her basket will have to do for now.” Sara lay the baby down.

“You should run out and get her some supplies. She doesn’t have much with her.”

“What do I need?”

“I’ll make you a list. I’m sure Sam and I will be just fine until you get back.”

“Sam?”

“Yes it’s a nickname. Is it okay?”

“It’s fine. I just never thought to call her Sam.”