Title: A
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing:
Grissom/Sara
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: An Improv challenge
from the week of 6 December 2003.
There was an overwhelming odor of citrus. Grissom tilted his head upwards slightly as
he inhaled deeply.
“Lime…” A soft grin tugged
at his lips. “Burnt lime…”
Sara stared at the pan on
the stove, her back to Grissom. “Mexican lime chicken…”
“Burnt
Mexican lime chicken.” He wiped
the smile from his face quickly as she spun around, her frustration showing
clearly. “You don’t eat chicken.”
She sighed heavily and
glanced back at the pan. “You do. And I thought it would be a nice surprise.”
Grissom’s eyes darkened
slightly as he made his way to her. He exhaled softly as he slipped his arms around
her waist. “It’s a wonderful surprise, honey.”
“I burned it. I’ve made this
dish a thousand times in the past fifteen years…and the first time I make it
for you, I burn the damn thing.”
He placed a tender kiss on
her temple and tightened his hold on her. “Well, how about we start over and
make dinner together?”
Sara took a deep breath,
relaxing in his embrace. “Okay, but not Mexican lime chicken. That’s my own
recipe…”
“Secret
recipe?”
Sara grinned, causing
Grissom to chuckle. “Nachos? Those are pretty simple…”
“Mexican
night in the Grissom household?
That’s unusual. Nice, but unusual…”
They worked together,
methodically placing the tortilla chips on the baking tray. As they sprinkled the
other ingredients over the chips, Grissom gently nudged Sara with his elbow.
“So…what were you doing that
caused you to charcoal the chicken?”
She motioned towards the
kitchen table as she tossed a sliced jalapeno at him. “Picked
up some pictures from Kodak this afternoon.”
“Yeah? Did they turn out okay?”
Sara laughed gently as she
nodded. “Okay enough that I forgot about dinner until I smelled burning lime.”
Grissom slid the tray of
nachos into the oven and then quickly made his way to the table. He smiled
brightly as he picked up the stack of pictures from their trip to
“The waterfall is almost as
beautiful on film as it was when we were there…”
Grissom shot her a wink as
he looked up at her. “Not as beautiful as my memories of the water on your
skin.”
“Sap…” Sara teased, even as
she quickly blushed.
She got up to check on
dinner. As she peered through the oven door, she heard the rustle of a plastic
bag and spun around. Too late. She took a nervous
breath as she walked back to the table and put her hand on his shoulder.
He tried to look up at his
wife, but his eyes were locked in on the box resting on the table in front of
him.
“Was it the pictures or this
that held your attention?”
He finally turned his eyes
upwards to meet hers, his heart lurching at the anxiety he recognized
immediately in her dark brown orbs. Her nervousness faded quickly as his eyes
brightened in elation.
“So?”
She almost chuckled at the excited
tone in his voice. Instead, she took a couple of steps to the breakfast
counter. Her trembling fingers picked up the object they were searching for.
He stood, smiling at her as
she slid the pregnancy test into his hand. Just as he bent his head to read the
results, the stench of burning tortillas filled the kitchen.
“Shit!”
They both ran to the oven,
Grissom pulled the door open. They took a step back as a plume of dark smoke
floated out.
She growled in exasperation
and threw her hands in the air. “I give up on dinner tonight!”
Grissom laughed heartily as
he pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’ll have to be
more careful next time.”
Her exasperation turned into
amusement as she joined in with his laughter. His eyes widened, his laughter
halted, his smile grew as she grinned at him and uttered at statement he’d
never forget.
“Maybe next time you’ll be
more careful.”
~ End