Title:
Orangutans and Toilet Seats
Author:
IrishDachsie
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I
own nothing…
Author’s Note:
This was written in response to an Improv fic challenge.
“That’s an orangutan,”
Grissom stated.
Sara followed his gaze into
the hall and narrowed her eyes. “What?”
He lifted his hand in a
nonchalant wave and sighed. “You missed
it. It was walking down the hall…”
Sara shook her head,
chuckling lightly. “Oh? And why would an orangutan be walking down
the hall?”
Grissom groggily shrugged
his shoulders as he laid his head back down on the pillow. “Looking for morphine?”
“Why would an orangutan look
for morphine?”
Grissom rolled his eyes and
turned his head to look at her. “Because
he wouldn’t be able to find cocaine here…”
“Uh-huh…”
“Catherine may have some
contacts for him though.” Grissom raised
an eyebrow at her as she laughed.
“What? She used to like the white
powder, you know…”
“Yeah, I know…but, that was
a long time ago Griss…”
He seemed to think about
that for a moment and nodded. “Her
supplier might even be dead now…” He
closed his eyes and muttered a simple statement as he fell into a drug-induced
sleep. “Could’ve been attacked and
killed by an orangutan in withdrawal…”
Sara laughed as she brushed
her fingers through his tousled curls.
“Grissom on a morphine pump…how I wish I had a video camera here right
now…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Four weeks later, Grissom
winced as he pushed the glass doors open and stepped into the halls of the CSI
lab. Catherine looked up from the papers
in her hand and scowled at her supervisor.
“What the hell are you doing
here?”
Grissom glanced around
before furrowing his brow and settling his gaze on the blonde. “I worked here four weeks ago. Something change that I need to know about?”
“Gil, you had surgery…”
“I’m aware of that fact,
Catherine. It was just a laproscopic
gall bladder removal…nothing major.”
“You shouldn’t be here…”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re still healing…and…”
“I’m fine.” He looked around quickly and sighed. “Have you seen Sara?”
“Have you seen any
orangutans lately?”
Grissom rolled his eyes and
chuckled as he turned around to face the brunette standing behind him. “Plan on letting that one go anytime soon?”
Sara smirked as she shook
her head. “Probably not. How are you feeling?”
He offered Sara a warm smile
as Catherine grumbled something under her breath and continued on her journey
down the hall.
“What’s wrong with her?”
Grissom shrugged his shoulders
and glanced in the direction that Catherine had walked. “Maybe she just found out an old friend was
fatally attacked by a primate.”
Sara laughed loudly and
followed him into his office. “You
didn’t answer me…”
“About?”
She smiled and repeated her
question. “How are you feeling?”
“Oh…” He closed his office door behind them and
sighed. “Lonely.”
She watched him gingerly sit
in his chair. “Pain?”
“Just a little…” He noticed the look of concern in her
eyes. “Really, Sara…I’m fine.”
She nodded slowly, not
entirely convinced by his statement.
“What do you plan on doing tonight?”
“Taking you out to dinner…”
Sara grinned as she sat down
on the edge of his desk. “I meant,
here…at work. What do you plan on doing
here?”
He lifted his hand and
placed it on her leg. “What are you
doing?”
Her hand covered his as his
fingers began tracing small circles on the inside of her knee. “I…uh…I’m waiting on some results from
Greg…and then I’m going to…Griss…”
He smiled at her reaction
and slid his hand further up her leg.
“Yes?”
“The doctor hasn’t released
you to come back to work…much less said its okay for…you to…uh…”
“Make love with you?”
She closed her eyes as her
mind registered the husky tone in his voice.
“Yeah…”
He smiled as he slipped his
hand from underneath hers. “Okay…so…what
are you going to do after Greg gives you what you need?”
Her eyes opened and stared
into his. “Greg can’t give me what I
need…”
Grissom blushed
instantly. “I…uh…you know what I meant…”
She offered him a wink and
slid off of his desk. Leaning over
slightly, she placed a kiss on his forehead and chuckled. “Wanna go back to the scene with me?”
“Sure…what are you looking
for?”
“Anything that could place a
convicted peeping tom in the apartment of a woman who was attacked.”
He carefully pushed himself
out of his chair and followed her out of his office and down the hall. “Any suspects?”
“Oh, I know who it is…but,
she won’t testify against him. So, I
need hard evidence…”
He nodded in understanding
as he handed her the keys to his
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He followed her into the
apartment, listening to her explain the details of the attack.
“So, he was inside…watching
her have sex with her boyfriend?”
“Mm-hm…”
“Well, that’s…odd.”
“Yeah, I thought so too.”
Grissom surveyed the
bedroom. “Where was he?”
She jerked her thumb towards
the closet. “I’ve dusted for prints,
checked for fibers…nothing there.”
“I imagine not…” He stood in the closet and focused his gaze
on the bed.
“What?”
“Well, from this angle…it
would be pretty easy to slip from here and into the bathroom…” He blushed lightly as he caught her eye. “Especially if they were in the throes of
passion.”
“The bathroom?”
His blush deepened as he nodded. “He might make too much noise here…”
“Noise?”
He exhaled forcefully and
shook his head. “God, Sara…don’t make me
spell it out…”
She chuckled lightly. “I know what you’re talking about,
Griss. I just happen to find it adorable
when you blush…”
She shrugged her shoulders
and made her way to the bathroom. She
smiled as she heard his voice drift into the large room.
“There was no semen on the
sheets…but, I would assume that he ejaculated...somewhere…”
“You…assume?”
He coughed lightly and gave her
a crooked smile. “Sometimes…”
She opened her kit and
pulled out the fingerprint powder.
“Sometimes?”
“I…uh…I’m just going to
check out the closet again…”
Sara shook her head as she
dusted the toilet seat.
~ End