Title: Gemini
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing:
Grissom/Sara
Rating: NC17...I didn't figure it would stay PG for long
Disclaimer: Same as always…they’re not mine…no money...
A/N: Follow-up to MoaNO.
Chapter Forty Six
Grissom opened the front
door and stepped to the side, allowing Sara to walk in with a slightly groggy
Alex in her arms. Hearing the door open,
Mikey dropped Rusty to the floor and came running.
“Mommy!”
Grissom chuckled as he watched
their eldest wrap his small arms around his wife’s legs. Sara passed Alex to Grissom so that she could
reach down and pick Mikey up.
“Hi,
Weevil. Have you been a good boy for Jim?”
“Uh-huh.” He nodded his head quickly and pointed
towards the dining room. “Dim’s in dere!”
Grissom placed Alex’s bag on
the floor next to the sofa and smiled at Mikey. Mikey giggled at
his father and wriggled in his mother’s arms.
“Daddy!”
“Where’s Ant, Weevil?”
“Wif
Dim.” He leaned towards Grissom and
touched Alex’s arm. “Hi
Awec!”
“Alex is very sleepy,
Weevil.”
Mikey furrowed his young brow. “Not wanna pway?”
Sara laughed softly as she
shook her head. “No, he probably doesn’t
feel like playing right now. How about
we go find Jim?”
Mikey giggled enthusiastically and wriggled some more. As Sara put
him down, he took off running in the direction of the dining room. “In here!”
Grissom gave Sara a warm
smile as they followed Mikey into the next room. Grissom stopped in the doorway and began to
chuckle as he took in the sight before him.
Jim was sitting in a chair
at the table with a bowl of infant cereal in front of him. Ant was giggling softly, sending another
spray of cereal onto Jim’s shirt.
Jim looked up and smiled at
his friends. “I see that feeding a baby
hasn’t gotten any easier since Ellie was his age…”
Sara laughed as she shook
her head. “The sad part is…this is good
for Ant. Most of the time he has it all
over him, as well as the floor and us.”
Jim shook his head in amusement
and placed the spoon on the table beside of the bowl. “He’s actually eaten quite a bit. And Weevil has had…mashed potatoes. It was all I could get him to eat…”
Sara handed Jim a towel and
sat down in the chair opposite of him.
“That doesn’t surprise me…”
“Taytas!”
Jim laughed as he wiped the
cereal from his shirt. “Yeah, potatoes.”
Grissom sat down beside of
Sara, quickly passing Alex to her as Mikey began to
climb up into his lap. Jim smiled as
Alex yawned broadly and snuggled against his mother.
“How’s Alex?”
Grissom placed a kiss on
Weevil’s head and then raised his eyes to meet Jim’s. “Acoustic Neuroma.”
Jim narrowed his eyes as he
placed the towel on the table. “And that
is…”
Weevil’s small hands played
with Rusty, seemingly oblivious to the conversation taking place.
“A small tumor…a benign tumor…on the eighth cranial
nerve.”
Jim picked up Ant and placed
him on his lap as he began to whine softly.
“A tumor? Is it dangerous?”
Sara shook her head and
offered their friend a gentle smile.
“It’s a slow-growing tumor. It affects the hearing first. Dr. Kanamori said
that it could be years before any other symptoms present themselves…”
Jim nodded slowly. “So…what was the doctor’s suggestion?”
“Surgery to remove the tumor when he’s eighteen months old…”
“Eighteen months?” He glanced down at the now sleeping child and
sighed. “Will surgery correct his
hearing?”
Grissom shifted Weevil on
his lap. “Glen can’t say. It’s a possibility. But, it’s also possible that it won’t…”
Jim gently tickled Ant’s
small ribs and smiled as the baby giggled.
“Okay, where does it go from here?”
“Not much we can do. Glen says that he’s a perfectly healthy child
apart from this. And the tumor isn’t causing him any discomfort…he just can’t hear.”
Weevil tossed Rusty into the
air, laughing loudly as the stuffed roach bounced off the table and landed on
the floor. He looked around at his
father, his laughter fading as Grissom spoke as he signed to the young boy.
“Pick Rusty up and go put
him in your room.”
“Why?”
“Because
he doesn’t like to be thrown around. Now, go put him up and you can
bring him out later.”
Weevil gave an exaggerated
sigh and bent down, his hands signing a simple word before he picked up the toy
and shuffled out of the room. Grissom
chuckled as he watched him.
“Did he just sign to the
roach?” Jim asked quietly.
Sara nodded slowly. “He said ‘sorry’.”
Jim began to laugh. “I need to start my ASL classes back up…”
Grissom arched an
eyebrow. “You were taking ASL?”
“Yeah…when
you were ignoring your problem.”
“I wasn’t ignoring it…”
Sara snorted. “No, you were just waiting for it to go away
on its own.”
Grissom winked at her,
smiling as she and Jim began to laugh.
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Jim gathered his belongings
as Sara and Grissom put the buglets down for their
naps. Weevil tugged on Jim’s pant leg to
get his attention.
“Oo weevin’?”
“Yeah, in
a few minutes. I need to go home and take a nap myself.”
He smiled as Weevil
giggled. He turned around as he heard
his parents walk back into the room.
“Dim’s takin’ dap!”
Grissom knelt down and
smiled at his son. “You need one too.”
“Why?”
“Because
you’re a tired little boy. How about you go find a book and go to your room,
and I’ll be there in a few minutes and read to you…”
Weevil’s eyes lit up as he
jumped up and down. “O-tay!”
“Say goodbye to Jim…”
He gave Jim a quick hug and
a wave. “Bye Dim!”
“See you later,
Weevil…”
Jim chuckled as the young
boy ran down the hall with The Book of Insects clutched tightly in his
hands. “I see a future Entomologist
there…”
Grissom smiled proudly. “One can hope…”
Grissom’s smile faded slowly
as he realized what day it was.
“Jim…uh…I was wondering…”
Jim nodded as he held up his
hand. “How about we postpone dinner
until next week?”
Grissom’s smile returned
gradually. “Thanks…”
Jim leaned over and kissed
Sara’s cheek. “You two have a good night
off…”
Grissom shook his head. “Actually, I was thinking of coming in tonight...”
“No need, Gil. Catherine will be back tonight. This is your scheduled night off. Take it…both of you.” He grinned as he opened the door. “But, you damn well better there tomorrow
night…”
Grissom chuckled as Jim gave
them a brief wave and walked out the door, closing it softly behind him.
“That went pretty well…”
Sara tilted her head
slightly. “What went well?”
He turned around and
shrugged his shoulders. “Telling Jim about Alex’s diagnosis.”
She smiled lightly and took
his hand, gently pulling him towards the hall.
“What did you think would happen?”
“I don’t know…” He answered honestly. “One thing I do know though…I don’t want
people treating Alex differently.”
“Gil…I honestly don’t think
that will be an issue.”
“I was treated differently
when Mom lost her hearing…”
Sara chuckled as they
entered the hall. “But, you were a
different type of child.”
He stopped suddenly, his
face showing his seriousness as she turned around. “That’s true, Sara. But…that’s not why I was treated the way I
was.”
Sara remained silent, her
eyes urging him to continue. With a
heavy sigh, he did so.
“Some members of Dad’s
family saw her hearing as a catalyst. My
father left, I became quieter than usual.
They blamed her for my parents’ divorce.
And…well, they basically shunned me because Mom was…different.” He chewed his bottom lip nervously. “A few years later, a family with a deaf
child moved into the house down the road from Dad’s sister. They lightened up on me because Theo was
more…different…than me. But, I was never
really accepted anywhere.”
He inhaled slowly as she
placed her hand on his chest. “What
happened to Theo?”
“I don’t know. They moved a few months later. His father was stationed overseas…he was an
Army brat…”
“Gil…”
“I don’t want our son to
feel that he’s…in a subclass because he can’t hear. I know how I felt and I could hear…I can’t
imagine what it would’ve been like if…”
She quickly interrupted him
as she placed a finger over his lips.
“That’s not something you need to worry about. Not at all.”
“Daddy!”
She gave him a gentle smile
and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
“Weevil’s waiting for you to read to him. Go…I’ll fix us some lunch, okay?”
He nodded silently and,
taking a deep breath, walked into his oldest son’s room to find him sitting in
the rocking chair with his book resting on his lap. He smiled and picked up the book before
lifting Weevil into the crib.
He waited until his son had
gotten himself comfortable and then he sat down, flipping the book open as he
began to read.
After a two hour nap, Weevil
stood at the back door with tears in his eyes. “Out.”
He sniffled and looked at
his father as Grissom knelt down beside of him. “Weevil, it’s cold. Don’t you
want to stay in here where it’s nice and warm?”
The young boy shook his head
quickly. “Out.”
“Come on, you can help me
feed the bugs. Won’t that be fun?”
Mikey sniffled again and looked into the backyard. “Out?”
Grissom sighed lightly as he
followed his son’s gaze. “Michael, it’s too cold out there right now.”
“Code.” He quickly ran into the other room and returned
with his winter jacket.
Grissom offered his son a
smile as he gently shook his head. “We are not going outside tonight, Mikey.”
Mikey pouted for a moment and then dropped his coat onto
the floor. “Feed bugs?”
Grissom chuckled as he
picked the small article of clothing up and handed it to the boy. “Go put your
coat up first.”
“O-tay!” He
bumped into his mother’s legs as he ran out of the room. “Sowwy!”
Sara smiled as she listened
to his small feet race down the hall. “What’s up with him?”
Grissom grinned as he stood
back up. “He’s going to help me feed the bugs…”
She tilted her head, the
confusion showing clearly in her eyes. “And…he needs his coat for that?”
He laughed as he leaned into
her and kissed her lips softly. “No. He’s putting his coat back up because I
made a deal with him…”
Sara shook her head in
amusement as she opened the pantry door. “He wanted to go outside?”
“Mm-hm.” He rested his chin on
her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “What are you
doing?”
“Thought I’d go ahead and
start dinner.” She turned her head slightly and kissed his cheek. “It’ll
probably be ready not long after you two have finished with the creepy
crawlies.”
“Okay…” He glanced towards
the kitchen door and furrowed his brow. “Where are the buglets?”
“Asleep…” She pulled two
bags of pasta down from the shelf. “Penne or lumache?”
“Weevil isn’t going to eat
pasta, Sara…”
She grinned as she picked up
a couple of potatoes and placed them on the counter. “Lumache or penne?”
“Daddy! I weady!”
He chuckled as he tenderly
kissed her neck and took a step back. “Okay, Weevil…off we
go, then.”
“Gil…”
“Lumache.” He gave her a quick wink as their son grabbed his
hand and began tugging him towards the hall.
With a smile on her face,
she closed the pantry door.
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Grissom placed a slice of
apple in Mikey’s hand and lifted him up. Carefully
sliding the lid of the habitat open an inch, he smiled as his son dropped the
fruit inside. Mikey giggled as the crickets scattered
to the other side of the tank.
“I skeered ‘em!”
Grissom chuckled as he set
the boy down on the ground and picked up an orange. As he quickly quartered the
citrus, he watched Mikey walk over to the three
aquariums which were homes to the Madagascar roach colonies.
“Widdle wus!”
“Yeah…just like Rusty, only
smaller…” He scooped a cup of dog food out of the bag and handed a section of
orange to Mikey. He lifted the lid of the aquarium
and poured the dog food into a small bowl in the corner.
Mikey jumped up and down in excitement, giggling as he
watched the roaches scurry towards the bowl. “Day hungy!”
Grissom laughed as he lifted
Mikey up. “Yes, they are. They’re probably thirsty
too…so, why don’t you put the orange in?”
“Dis
is food, nod odder.”
Grissom smiled brightly at
his son. “That’s true, but…the roaches receive liquid nourishment from the
orange.”
“Huh?” Mikey’s
eyes narrowed as he studied his father’s face.
Grissom picked up another
quarter of the orange and held it over the aquarium. “See…watch…”
He gently squeezed the
section, allowing the juice to drip into the tank. Mikey’s
eyes lit up as he watched his father.
“Odder!”
“Well, it’s not exactly
water…but, it serves the same purpose.”
Mikey seemed to ponder that for a moment. Then, with a
small shrug, he tossed his piece of orange into the aquarium. Grissom chuckled
as they went through the process two more times before their tasks were
finished.
“Daddy?”
“Hm?”
“I hungy.”
“Are you?”
“Yep!” Mikey squirmed in his
father’s arms.
“What do you want for
dinner?”
“Taytas!”
Grissom laughed as he
playfully tickled Mikey’s ribs. “Why am I not
surprised?”
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~
Dinner had been as
uneventful as a dinner with an excited eighteen month old could be. Sara was
busy giving the toddler a bath while Grissom cleaned the kitchen quickly and
then checked on the twins.
He smiled as he covered each
of the boys and whispered a soft, loving ‘goodnight’. Making sure that the baby
monitor was on, he turned off the light and quietly closed the door.
He tilted his head and
grinned as he listened to his wife reading a bedtime story to Mikey. Walking across the hall, he stepped into the boy’s
room and leaned against the wall. It didn’t take long for his son to notice his
presence.
“Hi
Daddy!”
“Hey there…you getting ready to go to sleep?”
“Yep. Mommy’s weedin’ me a
dory. Wanna hear wif me?”
He chuckled as he made his
way to the crib, leaning over and placing a tender kiss on Weevil’s forehead.
“I’d love to listen to Mommy’s story with you.”
Mikey’s grin was interrupted by a deep yawn.
“Why don’t you close your
eyes and listen to Mommy finish the story?”
“O-tay.”
He was sleeping soundly by
the time Sara finished the book.
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Grissom smiled as Sara
slipped into the bed next to him. “You look nice…”
She arched an eyebrow at him
as she chuckled. “Gil, I’m wearing flannel…”
“You always look
nice…doesn’t matter what you’re wearing.”
“Uh-huh…” She rolled onto
her side and placed her hand on his chest. “How are you feeling?”
He smiled, covering her hand
with his. “Good…”
She bent her head and kissed
his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Mm-hm. It’s all about knowing
the facts…instead of assuming with fear. I know what’s going on…I know what can
be done. And…the fear is gone.” His thumb casually rubbed small circles on the
back of her hand. “What about you?”
“I’m good.” She leaned into
him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. She pulled back when she felt him
shiver lightly. “It’s winter, you know. You really should be wearing a shirt…”
His hand slid up her
flannel-covered arm, coming to a rest on the side of her neck. His eyes
darkened as he licked his lips.
“I’m not cold…”
She blushed lightly as his
hand moved from her neck and began to slowly unbutton her pajama top. She
inhaled sharply as his fingertip grazed her painfully erect nipple.
“Are you cold?”
She shook her head as she
smiled.
He gave her a half-grin as
he carefully pushed the top from her shoulders. “Then…you won’t be needing this?”
Her response was swallowed
with her gasp as his tongue flicked against the hardened nub. He groaned
against her skin as his hand slid down her torso. Feeling his hesitation, she
reached down and began sliding the flannel pants down over her hips.
He allowed her nipple to
slip from his lips as he tilted his head to look into her eyes. She smiled as
she removed the pajama pants and tossed them onto the floor.
Pushing the blankets off of
his body, she smirked at him. “Are those coming off?”
He nodded silently and rid
himself of the boxer shorts he had worn to bed. She raised an eyebrow as her
finger slid along the underside of the thickening shaft.
“Yeah…you do feel good…”
He rolled his eyes as he
quickly pulled her on top of him. “Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you
talk too much?”
“Hm…” She ground her hips
into him, effectively spreading her wetness over his erection. “My husband has
said things…from time to time…”
He moaned softly, his eyes
closing, as she lifted her hips and deftly guided him inside of her. His hands
found her hips, his fingers pressing into her warm skin as she began to rock
against him.
“Sara…”
She placed her hand on his
chest for support as she leaned forward slightly. “Move with me, Gil…”
He held on to her as he
bucked his hips up towards her. He groaned as her inner walls gripped him
tightly.
“God, yes…Gil...just like
that, babe…”
Her fingers lightly pinched
his nipple as he continued the motion, matching her thrust for thrust.
Suddenly, he flipped her over onto her back and stilled his movement.
She opened her eyes to find
his blue orbs gazing down at her. “Gil?”
“Wait…”
Seeing an odd expression on
her face, she lifted her hand and stroked his cheek. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head slowly and
carefully withdrew his erection from her depths.
“Gil!”
He smiled shyly as he
shifted his weight. “Yes?”
She licked her dry lips and
stared at him. “Want to let me in on…”
He cut her off quickly as he
leaned down and pressed a kiss to her abdomen. He looked back up at her when he
heard her soft gasp.
“I just…had the sudden urge
to taste you…”
She closed her eyes as he
moved further down the bed. “Do you know how close I was?”
“Mm-hm. As close as I was…”
His fingers parted her swollen lips as his tongue slid across her inner thigh.
“And…I wasn’t anywhere near ready for this to be over…”
She opened her mouth in an
attempt to respond. What came out was a soft moan as his tongue skilfully slid
through her wet folds. He glanced up at her, smiling inwardly as he watched her
hands clutch the sheets.
He took his time, patiently
reacquainting his tongue with her tender flesh. He groaned against her as she
lifted her hips and draped her legs over his shoulders.
Her fingers left the sheet
and wound through his curls as he slowly dipped his tongue inside of her. As he
heard her deep moan, he raised his eyes to find her gazing down at him. He
maintained the eye contact as he gently began thrusting his tongue in and out
of her depths.
He continued until he felt
her muscles begin to clench around him. At that moment, he pulled his tongue
from her. Smiling as she cried out in frustration.
She stared into his darkened
blue eyes, stammering as she tried to find the words she was searching for.
He chuckled lightly, pushing
himself to a kneeling position between her legs. He leaned over her, quickly
pushing his tongue into her mouth and effectively putting an end to her
incoherent string of words.
She groaned into his mouth
as she licked the underside of his tongue. Her fingernails raked across his
back as the head of his erection bumped against her aching clitoris.
He smiled as he broke the
kiss and reached over to the bedside table.
“Damn you…”
He chuckled, quickly sliding
the top drawer open and pulling out the open box of condoms. “What?”
She grabbed the box, her
shaking fingers grasping a foil packet inside. “That’s twice that you’ve had me
on the brink…” She ripped the packet open and rolled the latex onto his
hardened flesh. “And twice that you’ve just stopped…”
She tossed the box back onto
the table, sighing as he gently pushed into her wet heat. He bent his head and
placed a soft kiss on her lips as she wrapped her legs around him.
“I’m sorry, Sara.” He
offered her a smile as he began thrusting slowly into her. “I…mm…I
just…oh…wanted to be…inside of you…when you…come…”
Her eyes slammed shut as she
pressed her head into the pillows, arching her back and meeting him stroke for
stroke. His hand caressed her face, his fingers tracing her swollen lips.
His eyes widened briefly as
she quickly pulled his digit into her mouth. He groaned as she swirled her
tongue over his skin before releasing it. She opened her glazed eyes and smiled
as she tilted her pelvis slightly.
He slowed his thrusts as
gazed into her eyes. Her palm rested on the side of his neck, her fingers
nestled in his damp curls covering the nape.
“I love you.”
She smiled at his whispered
words, able to muster only two in return. “Me too.”
He leaned down, capturing
the sensitive flesh of her neck between his lips. He nibbled gently, smiling as
he felt the gentle quiver of her inner walls as he moved within her. He quickly
moved his lips to her ear, flicking the lobe with his tongue.
His breath was hot against
her skin as he softly spoke. “Come for me…”
She gripped his back as her
lips found his neck. “Make me.”
A lust-laden groan rumbled
in his chest as his mind registered her simple words. She sucked hungrily on
the flesh of his neck, her passion-filled moans muffled as he plunged harder
and deeper into her.
He felt her walls spasm
around him, her nails dug into his shoulder blades as her orgasm was finally
allowed to crash over her. Her lips were pulled from his neck as her head fell
back onto the pillows.
His mouth quickly covered
hers as he continued to thrust into her. Her screams of ecstasy were muffled as
her juices flooded over his pulsating erection for a second time.
His hand grasped her hip
tightly as his moans rumbled in his chest. His body shuddered as he finally
succumbed to release. Unable to hold himself up any longer, his spent body
collapsed on top of her.
She wrapped her arms around
him as he placed tender kisses on her neck, soothing the skin where his teeth
had nipped a bit too hard.
“Shit…”
He chuckled as he heard her
soft sigh. Rolling to his side, he groaned as his softening flesh slipped from
her. She quickly snuggled against him, draping a long leg over his hip.
She fought to catch her
breath as he pushed the hair back from her face.
“You okay?”
She smiled and forced
herself to exhale slowly. “Better than…”
He returned her smile as he
kissed her lips. “Worth the frustration?”
If she had the energy, she
would’ve smacked him. Instead, she stared into his amused eyes.
“If you ever…do that to me
again…”
He arched an eyebrow and
lightly caressed her hip with his fingertips. “Yes?”
She exhaled softly and
chuckled. “Well…I’ll love it. But, it was a bit frustrating…”
“A bit?” He laughed as she
unsuccessfully struggled to raise her hand.
“Ass…”
“It’s not like I planned
it…”
She rolled her eyes as she
listened to the humour in his tone. “Uh-huh…”
“Seriously.” He dropped a
kiss onto her forehead and rolled onto his back. “When I looked down at you,
I…I had to taste you. Right then.”
She blushed lightly, resting
her head on his chest. “You know…in all actuality, it was probably a good idea
that you stopped when you did…”
She turned her head to meet
his eyes, which were silently questioning her.
“Well…if you hadn’t stopped,
it’s a good possibility that we’d have another member of the family in nine
months or so…”
His face reddened quickly.
“Oh…well…uh…”
She patted his chest
soothingly as she chuckled. “It’s okay. I had forgotten too. But, that reminds
me…”
She smiled as he stifled a
yawn as his eyes drooped.
“Reminds you about what?”
“We need to go by the
drugstore tomorrow…”
His eyes snapped open to
find her smiling at him. “Drugstore? Why?”
She chuckled as she kissed
his chest. “Not for a pregnancy test, so calm down.”
“Oh…” He gave her a nervous
smile as he gently rubbed her back. “What do you need at the drugstore?”
She jerked her thumb towards
the box on the nightstand. “That was the last one…”
He chuckled softly as he
watched her eyes close.
Grissom made his way down
the hall to the breakroom, where he knew he’d find
his crew. As he walked into the room, he offered his wife a reassuring smile.
She hadn’t wanted to go into work, preferring to stay home with their children.
Using his patented “GrissomLogic”, he had persuaded
her into working.
She returned his smile with
a light one of her own and a small nod of her head. Grissom glanced at
Catherine and Warrick, his brow furrowing slightly.
“Where’s Nick?”
“Night
off.” Warrick
supplied quickly as he looked up from his cup of coffee that he had been
continually stirring.
“Okay…” Grissom sighed
lightly as he went through the assignment slips. “Slow night in Vegas tonight.
Sara, you and Warrick have what was called in as a
double suicide.”
Sara grinned at him. “But,
it’s not?”
Grissom shrugged his
shoulders as he looked at her. “The first officer on the scene reported that
there were two bodies, each holding a gun…and from what he could see, there was
more than one gunshot wound per victim. He said it looked…suspicious.”
Warrick chuckled softly. “You think?”
“Catherine, we have a woodchipper waiting on us.”
Catherine rolled her eyes as
she groaned. “I’m guessing that this woodchipper was
not being used to chip…wood.”
Grissom gave her a crooked
smile as he dug his keys out of his pocket. “I’m assuming not.”
Warrick laughed as he pushed his chair back and stood up.
“Grissom assumes?”
Sara joined in with Warrick’s laughter as she gently pushed him out of the
room. She turned around quickly and smiled at Grissom.
“If you’re free in about 5
hours or so…want to grab a bite to eat?”
He offered her a wink. “It’s
a date. Now…go.”
She grinned as she turned
and followed Warrick down the hall.
Grissom tossed Catherine his
keys and chewed his bottom lip. “You drive.”
She narrowed her eyes in
confusion as she looked at him. “What’s up?”
He shook his head as a
gentle smile began to appear on his face. “Nothing.
It’s just…well…if you drive, the questions will be as minimal as possible.”
She laughed as she flipped
her hair out of her face. “Don’t count on it…”
Grissom sighed as he
followed her out of the room.
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Sara knelt beside of the
man’s body and pursed her lips. Looking up at the officer, she narrowed her
eyes. “Who called this in?”
“Their
daughter. She’s outside, seems
to be in shock.”
“I can imagine.” She glanced
over at Warrick, who was studying the woman’s corpse.
“What do you think?”
“Two
gunshot wounds to the chest, one to the head. If this was a suicide, it went wrong somewhere.”
Sara nodded. “I’m thinking
murder…”
“Yeah.” Warrick continued
collecting evidence. “I’m thinking we talk to the daughter.”
“Yep.” Sara pulled the camera out of her kit and began
photographing the scene.
As Warrick
moved over to the male victim, he glanced at Sara. “So…how’s Alex?”
She snapped one more picture
before lowering the camera and smiling at Warrick.
“He’s good…really good.”
Warrick nodded as he grabbed his tweezers. “Is it normal
for them to wait so long to perform surgery?”
Sara knelt down and plucked
a small piece of torn fabric from the woman’s fingers with a gloved hand.
“Yeah…it’s not a life-threatening condition, and he’s just too young. If he was
two or so when we discovered it, he’d have surgery immediately…”
Warrick smiled warmly at her. “That’s what happens when you
have two criminalists as your parents…”
Sara chuckled softly,
placing the fabric in a small evidence bag. “Actually, Weevil figured it out
first…”
“Ah…a
future CSI.” He unwrapped the blonde hair from the man’s finger.
“I think Gil is hoping for a
future Entomologist…”
“Why doesn’t that surprise
me?” As he held the hair up, he glanced over at the woman’s body.
“Interesting…”
“Whatcha got?”
“Blonde hair…the wife is a
brunette.”
Sara arched an eyebrow.
“Let’s go talk to the girl.”
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~
Grissom sighed as Catherine
stopped at a red light and turned her head towards him. “How bad is it?”
“It’s not exactly bad,
Catherine. It’s just an obstacle for him.”
“Is he completely deaf?”
“Catherine…”
“Will the surgery restore
his hearing?”
“Catherine…”
“And…why the hell are they
waiting so long to do the surgery?”
“You know…if you’ll let me
get one word in, I’ll answer your questions. But, it’s slightly difficult to
answer when you keep asking them in machine-gun mode.”
“Sorry…I’m just worried.”
“He’s going to be fine,
Catherine.” He glanced up at the traffic light and smiled. “Light’s green.”
“So…is he completely deaf?”
Grissom sighed again as
Catherine weaved in and out of traffic.
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Sara and Warrick
walked up to the girl, her blonde hair tousled and her face wet with tears.
Sara took a deep breath as she approached.
“Jamie?”
The girl looked up, her eyes
wild with panic. “I don’t under…understand…why…”
“Were you here when it
happened?”
“No…” Jamie wiped the back
of her hand across her eyes. “I had gone out for a drive…and when I came
home...I found them. They…I heard them a few nights ago…talking about it. I
just…I didn’t think they…”
Sara furrowed her brow as
Jamie broke into another fit of hysterics. She glanced at Warrick,
who was wearing the same expression.
Warrick’s voice was soft and gentle as he spoke to the girl.
“Jamie, the evidence is not collaborating with a suicide.”
Jamie sniffled as she raised
her watery eyes towards him. “What?”
“From what we’ve found so
far, your parents were murdered.”
“Murdered?” Jamie’s mouth
dropped open in horror. “Who would…kill them?”
“We’re not sure yet, but…we
would like to take a couple of samples of your hair to…”
“My
hair?” Jamie nervously ran her
long fingers through her golden locks.
Warrick nodded slowly. “Yes, just to run some tests on it.”
“You think…you think I
killed them?” Her voice rose slightly.
“I didn’t say that, Jamie. It’s to either prove or disprove…”
His voice trailed off as she
reached up and yanked a few strands of hair from her head. She handed them to
Sara, fresh tears staining her face as she spoke.
“Take them…and find out who
killed my parents!”
Sara nodded as she placed
the hairs into a bindle. “We will, Jamie. I promise you, we’ll figure it out.”
Sara turned towards Warrick as Jamie crumpled to the ground.
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“Interesting use of a woodchipper…”
Grissom shook his head as he
glanced at Catherine. “Have you ever seen
“A long time ago…”
“One of the best scenes in
the movie involved a woodchipper…and a dead body.”
“You’ve seen
Grissom shrugged his
shoulders as a light smile tugged at his lips. “Sara likes it.” He glanced
around the immediate area surrounding the machine. “I sure hope that there are
some pieces inside that didn’t make it through…if not, we’re going to have a
hell of a time figuring out who this once was.”
She watched him as he
carefully began to dismantle the machinery. “So…Alex is okay?”
Grissom’s smile widened as
he pulled out a mostly-intact index finger. “We have a finger…”
Catherine shook her head in
slight amusement as he continued to sift through the muck to look for more
parts. He looked over at her, smiling as he pulled out a thumb.
“Alex is more than okay…”
Catherine smiled briefly,
shuddering as he fished out a chunk of flesh.
Sara attempted to stifle her
yawn as she walked into her husband’s office. He looked up just in time to see
her hand cover her mouth.
“Tired?”
She shook her head,
indicating that she wasn’t, as she sat down on the leather sofa and glanced at
the clock hanging on the wall.
“You look tired…you act
tired. You sure you’re not?”
She chuckled softly as she
leaned her head back. “Maybe a little. It’s been a
busy night.”
He smiled lightly as he
watched her close her eyes. “Yes, it has. What’s new on the mysterious double
suicide?”
“We’re still waiting on a
few things, but I’m definitely sure that it wasn’t suicide. And, I’m reasonably
sure that the daughter wasn’t involved in the deaths.” Her eyes snapped open
and met his. “Heard you have a pretty interesting investigation going on…”
He arched an eyebrow as he
leaned back in his chair. “Catherine?”
Sara shook her head as she
grinned at him. “Nope. Doc mentioned something about
you being morbidly happy about digging pieces parts out of a woodchipper.”
Grissom laughed as he stood
up and stretched his back. “I wouldn’t say morbidly happy, I was just…” His
voice trailed off as her grin widened. “Okay, I was morbidly happy…”
“Any leads?”
“Not yet…and the ‘pieces
parts’, as you called them, aren’t being too helpful.”
Sara’s brow furrowed as she
forced herself to sit up straight on the couch. “No matching prints?”
Grissom tilted his head to
the side as he inhaled deeply. “No prints.”
Sara leaned forward slightly
as he walked across the office towards the sofa. “I heard that you found a few
fingers…”
He sighed as he sat down
beside of her. “We did…four of them, in fact. But, the prints had been removed
prior to the body being chipped.”
“Well, that’s interesting.”
Grissom smiled at his wife’s
sudden enthusiasm. “I think so.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek softly. “I
just got off the phone with Jessie…”
“Is everything okay? The
boys…”
“Are fine, honey. All of them still sleeping soundly. She just wanted to let
us know that we’re out of milk.”
“Oh…” She looked at him
curiously. “Why are you telling me?”
He chuckled softly as he
tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Because, I’ll forget
to stop on the way home if it’s left up to me. And…you know how Weevil
is about milk in the mornings.”
She smiled as she looked
into his eyes. “Do you want to stay home with the buglets
while I take him to daycare?”
“Well, that’s one of the
silliest questions that I’ve heard tonight.” He returned her smile and pressed
a gentle kiss to her lips.
“So, these printless
fingers…”
He cut her off quickly. “Will wait until our next shift.” He gestured towards the
clock over his shoulder. “It’s time to go home.”
She flashed a mock-pout and
sighed. “You take the fun out of everything…”
He grinned as he stood,
grasping her hand and pulling her up with him. “Well, not everything…I hope.”
She laughed as he offered
her a slightly seductive wink and grabbed his jacket.
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~
Grissom smiled as he folded
the newspaper and placed it on the table next to the couch. He stood quickly
and made his way down the hall towards his oldest son’s room.
“You’re awake early.”
“Daddy!”
Grissom laughed as his son
reached his small arms out towards him. He carefully lifted the boy out of the
crib and held him as he quickly picked out some clothes to dress him in.
“Wearz
Mommy?”
“She’s in the shower.” He
knelt, placing Mikey on the floor in front of him.
The boy’s voice was muffled as Grissom pulled his pajama top over his head.
“What was that, Weevil?”
“She dirdy?”
Grissom smiled as he
finished getting his son undressed. “Well, no…”
“Why she
in da sower?”
“Well, she wanted to change
clothes…so she can take you to daycare.” He tossed the dirty diaper into the
trashcan. “And…we need to give you a bath, so you can get ready.”
Weevil giggled as he clapped
his hands. “Baf!”
Grissom laughed as he
watched his naked son run out of the room in the direction of the bathroom.
“Daddy! Baf!”
“I’m coming, Weevil.” As he
passed the bedroom he shared with his wife, he glanced inside. He grinned as he
saw Sara, clad in her favorite terry cloth robe,
sitting on the edge of the bed. “Guess who’s awake?”
Sara chuckled as she
towel-dried her hair. “And who is really excited about having a bath?” She gave
him a wink as she stood up to retrieve her clothing. “Breakfast will be ready
by the time you’re finished…”
He smiled brightly and
opened his mouth to speak.
“Daddy! Baf!”
Sara laughed as she motioned
for him to go. “He’s not the most patient child I’ve ever seen…”
Grissom nodded and, after
quickly telling her that he loved her, made his way into the bathroom.
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~
“Bubbles!”
Grissom shook his head
lightly as he smiled at the boy. “No bubbles today, Weevil.”
Mikey pouted as he splashed the warm water. “Why?”
Grissom held up the bottle
for his son to see. “All out. We’ll have to get you
some more.”
“Out? Why?”
Grissom dipped a cup into
the water and laughed. “Because you used them all up.
Now, close your eyes.”
Mikey lifted his small hands and held them over his eyes.
He giggled as his father poured the water over his head. “Wet!”
Grissom smiled as he began
to wash Mikey’s hair.
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~
Sara had just finished
preparing breakfast when she heard the pitter-patter of small feet rush into
the kitchen. She turned around to find her oldest son smiling happily up at her.
“I weady!”
She quickly scooped him up
into her arms and smiled. “You smell good! Did Daddy give you a bath?”
Mikey nodded enthusiastically. “Yep!
But no bubbles.”
“No bubbles? Why not?”
“I used ‘em all gone!”
Sara laughed as she slid the
boy into his chair. “Well, we’ll have to get you some more, won’t we?”
“Yep!” Mikey’s eyes darted to
the counter. “I hungy, Mommy!”
“That’s good…because I have
a waffle for you!”
“Wif abble?”
Sara ruffled Mikey’s soft curls and nodded. “With apple jelly, how could
I forget?”
Mikey giggled. “I wike
abble!”
“So do I.”
Sara and Mikey
both looked towards the entrance to see a rather damp Grissom standing in the
doorway with a smile on his face.
“Daddy wikes abble too!”
“You’re wet…” Sara grinned
as he pulled her into a hug and kissed her softly.
“One of
the many hazards of giving an eighteen-month-old a bath.”
Sara laughed as she pulled
out of his embrace and motioned towards the table. “Breakfast is ready…”
Hearing a gentle cry, Grissom
turned around. “Ant’s awake…”
“Sit down and eat with
Weevil, I’ll go…”
Grissom smiled as he watched
Sara exit the kitchen quickly. As he sat down at the table he looked over at
Weevil, who was grinning brightly at him.
“Abble!”
“You become more like me
every day, son.”
“I Weebul Mike! Not Daddy Geel!”
Grissom laughed as he
reached for the apple jelly.