Title: Gemini
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing:
Grissom/Sara
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Same as always…they’re not mine…no money...
A/N: Follow-up to Movie on a Night Off.
Chapter Six
"Grissom, what have you done to
Greg?"
He looked up from his paperwork with a puzzled
expression. "What?"
Catherine chuckled lightly as she took a seat
in front of his desk. "Greg was working on some DNA analysis for me and I
asked him how last night went. Next thing I know, test tubes are rolling off
the table and papers are in the floor…" She watched him carefully as
Grissom’s face began to redden. "…and…he turned about two shades darker
than you are right now."
"I did nothing to Greg…" He turned
his attention back to the folder resting on his desk in front of him.
"Mm-hm…and why are you nervous all of the
sudden?"
He peered at the blonde over the top rim of
his glasses. "I’m not nervous…"
"Embarrassed, then. And…quit looking over
your glasses…it makes you look too much like a professor…"
He scribbled his name to a sheet of paper and
closed the folder. "I am a professor…of sorts…"
She grinned as his eyes met hers. "What
did you teach Greg?"
"Catherine…" His voice held a tone
of warning which amused her.
"I’m guessing he saw something that he
probably wasn’t expecting…"
He stood up, picking a second folder up and
placing it under his arm as he walked towards the door. "This job is full
of surprises…"
She laughed as he walked out of his office.
"Poor Greg…he’s been scarred for life now…"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, he
walked into the DNA lab. "Greg, do you have the results for the Winfield
case yet?"
Greg spun around in his chair, carefully
avoiding Grissom’s eyes as he held out a sheet of paper. "Uh…yeah…no
match."
Grissom scanned the page quickly.
"Damn…"
Greg busied himself with the epithelials that Catherine had dropped off. "Any other
suspects?"
Grissom shook his head absently. "You’ll
know when I have another suspect…"
"How’s Sara feeling tonight?"
He looked up quickly and offered the lab rat a
half-smile. "She’s tired…"
"I can only imagine…"
"Greg…" He shifted the folder to his
other arm and waited for Greg to look at him.
"Tell Catherine I have a match for
her…"
"Greg…"
Grissom blushed lightly as Greg hesitantly
looked up at him. "Grissom…"
"I…uh…last night…we just…forgot…"
Greg held his hand up in front of him as he
rolled his chair across the room. "No explanations needed…I mean…it’s
obvious that you…well, that you…"
"I’m…not really sure what you
saw…but…we’re sorry if it…" Grissom swallowed and shifted his eyes to a
poster of Albert Einstein on the wall. "We’re sorry if it…embarrassed
you…"
Greg smiled nervously and nodded quickly.
"I…think I saw more than I needed to…but…no harm done…"
Grissom glanced at Greg and fingered the
corner of the folder. "You…sure?"
Greg chuckled lightly and reached for the
paper that had just been spit out of the printer. "Yeah…I know all about
the birds and the bees…" He scanned the page and nodded to himself.
"Now…if latex had been involved…that would’ve been just…weird…"
Grissom blushed deeply as he turned and walked
towards the door. He paused for a moment and, shaking his head lightly,
continued on his journey down the hall.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He stopped on the sidewalk, turning towards
the owner of the voice that had called his name. Tilting his head, he narrowed
his eyes slightly.
"Teri?"
The woman came to a halt in front of him and
offered him a bright smile. "Thought that was you."
He glanced around quickly before meeting her
eyes again. "What…are you doing here?"
"Oh…Conrad Ecklie
needed some help with a case his shift is working on. How are you?"
He shifted his briefcase to his right hand and
smiled. "I’m very good…"
"And, Sara?"
His smile widened as he glanced down at his
wedding ring. "Six months pregnant…"
"Again?" Her amusement twinkled in
her eyes. "Don’t waste much time, do you? Your son is how old now?"
"One…he just turned one…yesterday…"
He dug into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Flipping it open, he
held it out for her to see the photograph inside. "That was taken a month
ago…"
She sighed dramatically as she studied the
picture. "He’s gorgeous…"
Grissom grinned with pride. "Thank you…we
think so…"
"So, Sara was five months pregnant in
this picture?"
He nodded as she looked up from the
photograph. She tilted her head slightly as she glanced back down.
"She…looks a bit bigger than five months…"
"Twins…" He offered quickly.
She stared into his eyes as her mouth dropped
open. "You two are going to be very busy for the next few years…"
Grissom chuckled as she handed his wallet back
to him. "Already are…Michael is a handful…"
"Wait until he starts talking."
"He already is…" He couldn’t help
but smile at her expression. "How long are you here for?"
She shook her head lightly. "Oh, for a
few more days at least…"
"Well…maybe we can meet up for lunch one
day before you leave. Sara and I normally take Weevil out for a picnic on our
days off…"
"Weevil?"
"Michael’s nickname…" He shrugged
lightly as he smiled. "One of the perks of having an Entomologist for a
father, I suppose…"
Glancing down at his watch, he sighed.
"It’s been really nice to see you again, Teri…but…I do need to get home.
Michael will be waking up soon…and I still need to stop by the store to pick up
some barbeque sauce…"
"Barbeque sauce?"
He laughed as he fished his keys out of his
pocket. "Trust me…you do not
want to know…"
She joined in with his laughter and took a
step away from him and towards the building. "Pregnancy cravings…they’re
always…nice." Offering him a wink, she grinned. "I’m glad you’re
happy, Gil."
"I am…I’m very happy…" He returned
her grin and turned to walk towards his Tahoe. Stopping abruptly, he turned
back around and called out her name.
She looked over her shoulder as she stopped on
the steps. "Yes?"
"I was serious about lunch…"
She nodded and offered him a smile. "I’ll
give you a call…"
He chuckled lightly. "Maybe I’ll return
it…" His chuckle turned into full-blown laughter as she stared at him.
"Joking…lunch…day after tomorrow…bring your sunglasses…"
He waved at her as he climbed into his vehicle
and started the engine.
Shaking her head in amusement, she climbed the
steps and entered the building.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He opened the front door, inhaling deeply as
the smell of bacon wafted through the house. He quickly made his way into the
kitchen and wrapped his arms around the brunette standing at the stove.
"Hey…"
"Hey, yourself. How was work?"
Placing a soft kiss on her neck, he moved to
the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice. "Interesting…"
"Yeah?" She watched him pour two
glasses of juice before placing the pitcher back in the fridge.
"Yeah…apparently, Greg was a little
flustered over what had happened last night…"
She laughed as she took a drink of the juice.
"Oh, no…"
Grissom nodded as he smiled. "Yeah…I
think Catherine has an idea of what happened…"
"And that surprises you?"
"No, not really…" He placed his
glass on the counter and leaned around her. Grabbing a fork, he carefully
flipped the bacon. "Saw someone as I was leaving…"
She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him,
his tone causing her curiosity more than anything else. "Who?"
Turning the heat down on the stove’s eye, he
sighed. "You’re going to burn that if you’re not careful…"
"Who did you see?"
He placed the fork on the counter and looked
into her eyes. "Oh…Teri…"
"Miller?"
He nodded as he tore off the corner of a piece
of toast and popped it into his mouth. "Mm-hm…" Chewing quickly and
swallowing, he looked around the room. "Weevil still asleep?"
"Yeah…he is…" Pulling the bacon out
of the pan, she placed the strips on a paper towel-covered plate. "What is
she doing here?"
"Who? Teri?" He pulled his hand back
quickly as the meat burned his finger.
"No…the toothfairy.
And…be careful, that’s hot…" She chuckled as he ran his blistered finger
over his tongue.
"She’s working on a case for Ecklie. I invited her to have lunch with us one day before
she leaves…"
"Okay…" She nodded as she sliced a
tomato. "Did you remember the barbeque sauce?"
He walked behind her and grabbed the jar
sitting on the counter. "Yes, dear…"
Taking it from his hand, she grinned and
squeezed the sauce onto a piece of toast. "Want some on yours?"
He shook his head slowly. "No…I think
I’ll stick with mayonnaise on my BLT, thank you…"
"Not very adventurous in the food
department, are you?" She chuckled as she placed four strips of bacon on
each of their sandwiches.
Offering her a seductive wink, he grinned.
"I make up for that lack of adventure in other areas…"
Handing him a plate, she blushed lightly.
"Yes…you do…"
Looking down at his sandwich, he smiled as he
looked back up at her. "You know…I might just have to keep you perpetually
pregnant…" At her confused look, he chuckled. "As if you would eat
bacon if you weren’t…"
She narrowed her eyes into a mock-glare.
"Shut up…it’s your fault that I don’t like meat…"
"And…still you eat it…"
"I eat it because I crave it…not because
I like it…so there."
He shook his head gently. "Maybe I
shouldn’t keep you perpetually pregnant. Your comebacks…just aren’t as Sara-ish as they normally are." He choked on a piece of
bacon as he began to laugh. "So there…"
Smacking his arm, she couldn’t help but join
in with his laughter.
Grissom smiled as he walked across the grass
towards the tree. Weevil’s arms wrapped securely around his neck as he held
him, the picnic basket carried with his left hand. He looked over his son’s
head resting on his shoulder and winked at his wife.
"Beautiful day today…"
She nodded as she glanced up at the sky, the
picnic blanket folded over her arm. "I’d heard it was supposed to rain
today, but it sure doesn’t show any signs of it."
"It is…quite warm though…" Coming to
a stop under the shade of the leafy tree, he placed the picnic basket on the
ground. Untangling Michael’s arms from his neck, he lowered the boy to the
green grass.
He smiled at his son as he took the blanket
from Sara. "Now…stay there, Weevil, and hold Mommy’s hand while I do
this…"
Tiny fingers grabbed Sara’s hand and tugged.
As Sara looked down, she smiled at Michael as he held his arms up towards her.
"Up!"
Grissom cast a quick glance as he spread the
blanket on top of the grass. "Mikey…"
The young boy jumped up and down in front of
his mother, his arms still outstretched. "Up Mommy!"
Sara smiled sadly and carefully knelt down in
front of him. "Mikey, honey…I can’t pick you up
right now. But…I can come down here and give you a big bug hug…"
Grissom smirked.
"Why?"
After placing the picnic basket on the
blanket, Grissom scooped the boy up in one arm and reached down to help his
wife up. "Because…Mommy’s back hurts. So, she has to be very careful…but
she’ll be able to pick you up in no time."
"Why?"
Sara chuckled lightly as she eased herself
onto the blanket. "Come here, Mikey…"
Grissom sat down, facing Sara, and released
his hold on Michael. He shook his head in amusement as Michael sprinted towards
his mother. Reaching into the basket, he grabbed a cold bottle of water and
handed it to Sara.
As he wrapped his arms around Sara’s neck, his
hazel eyes focused on the base of the tree. He jumped up and down excitedly as
his arms unlocked their grasp. "Bugs!"
Sara laughed loudly as Michael ran around her.
"Left for bugs by another male…"
Grissom’s expression caused her laughter to
grow. The mock hurt in his eyes was quickly replaced with amusement. As he
joined in with their laughter, their son’s voice called to him in excitement.
"Daddy!"
Sara offered him a wink as she tilted her head
towards the tree. "Go on…go have fun with the bugs. I’ll get lunch set
up…"
He looked over her shoulder at the boy staring
at him expectantly. "Are you sure?"
"Go, Gil…it’s not that hard to pull out
containers from a basket…"
Grissom nodded and smiled brightly at her. As
he scrambled from the blanket, Sara chuckled. She shifted her body so that she
could watch them while she assembled their lunch. She didn’t bother to stop the
smile from forming as she listened to her husband animatedly detail each insect
that Weevil picked out.
"Gil?"
"Yeah?" He turned around as Michael
played with the dark green beetle he had found.
"Is Teri coming by for lunch?"
He shrugged his shoulders lightly as he pulled
the beetle from Michael’s hand before he could eat it. "I left her a
message last night…told her where we’d be and when…"
"Okay…that explains the extra food
then…"
Grissom chuckled as he stood up, flipping Mikey upside down and holding him by thighs. Michael
giggled hysterically as he wriggled around. "Daddy!"
"Well, I couldn’t ask her to have lunch
with us and not bring food for her…"
"Sure you could’ve…"
Grissom’s eyes met Teri’s and he shook his
head. "Hey…"
"Hi." She shifted her eyes to Sara’s
and smiled brightly. "Hi, Sara. I hear that congratulations are in order
again…"
Sara snorted as she laughed. "I’m sure
you can see it as well. Thank you, Teri."
"Oo dat?"
She looked down at the young boy standing
beside of Grissom and knelt down in front of him. "My name is Teri…what’s
your name?"
Mikey looked up at his father and silently questioned
him. Grissom nodded his permission.
"Weebul
Mike."
"Weevil Mike, huh?" She grinned as Mikey nodded enthusiastically. "Well, that’s a very
nice name."
Mikey returned her grin and pointed towards Grissom.
"Dat’s Daddy Geel…"
He ran to his mother’s side and jumped up and down. "An’ Mommy. An’ Awec an’ Bug." He shook his head quickly and furrowed
his brow. "No. Awec an’ And."
"Alex and Ant?"
Weevil grinned and nodded quickly. "Wanna
fine bugs wif me?"
Teri laughed lightly as she looked at Grissom.
"Like father, like son…"
Grissom grinned and shrugged his shoulders as
he sat down beside of Sara.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A small hand tapped forcefully on his
shoulder. "Taytas!"
Grissom smirked and looked into his son’s
eyes. "Why are you always trying to steal my mashed potatoes?"
Mikey giggled. "Like ‘em…"
"Well, Mommy has mashed potatoes
too…"
Michael looked at his mother’s plate and shook
his head quickly. "Don’ like ‘em…"
"Why?"
"Gwabie…"
Grissom chuckled and offered Michael a
spoonful of his potatoes. Catching Teri’s curious glance out of the corner of
his eye, he turned to her and shrugged his shoulders. "He doesn’t like
gravy…"
Teri couldn’t help but smile as she watched
the family interact with one another. She felt a brief twinge of sadness over
what could’ve been. But, quickly realized that what she would’ve shared with
Grissom would’ve been completely different than this. She diverted her eyes
away from the couple as he placed a soft kiss on her lips. With a smile, she
took a bite from the chicken leg she had been given.
Her smile grew as she looked up to see his
hand on her abdomen, relishing the movement of his unborn sons.
No, this is exactly the way things needed to
be…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sara pushed the door open and smiled as
Grissom entered their home ahead of her. Michael was sound asleep in his
father’s arms, his fingers gently rubbing the collar of Grissom’s shirt.
He walked into the kitchen and placed the
basket on the counter. He turned around and smiled at her as his hand lovingly
caressed his son’s back. "I’m going to go put him down…"
She nodded and placed her hand on his chest.
"I’ll put these things away…"
"I can do that, Sara…"
"I’m not completely helpless, Gil."
She smiled as she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"Hurry back…"
Smiling sweetly at her, he returned the kiss
before walking out of the kitchen and down the hall. She watched him, sighing
as he rounded the corner. She turned her attention to the picnic basket and
quickly unpacked the leftovers.
She had just put the basket in the storage
cabinet as he walked back in. Closing the cabinet door, she tilted her head
towards the living room. "Want to watch a movie with me?"
He grinned broadly at her as he took her hand
and led her to the couch. After making sure that she was comfortable, he walked
to the DVD rack and scanned the titles.
"She’s nice…"
"Yeah…she is. I think Weevil likes
her…" He went through the list of titles again. "What do you want to
watch?"
She stared blindly at his back. "Do you
regret it?"
He turned around quickly, confusion etched on
his face. "What?"
"Things not working out with her…do you
ever wonder what things would be like if…they had?"
"No…" He abandoned the rack of
movies and sat down beside of her. "Sara…where did that come from?"
She shrugged her shoulders and sniffed back
the sudden tears. "I…don’t know…"
"Hey…" His hand gently wiped away
her tears as he pressed a kiss into her hair.
"It’s just…I know that you had
a…thing…for her…"
"A long time ago, Sara. A very long time
ago. And…it wasn’t really a…thing. I’m not sure what it was. An attraction,
maybe. A brief attraction. That was at a confusing point in my life…I knew what
I wanted…but…didn’t think I could have it…"
"And now?"
He lifted her face towards his. "I have
everything I want…"
"Yeah?"
He nodded as he brushed his lips against hers.
"Yeah."
"Gil?"
"Hm?" He nuzzled her neck soothingly
as she gently fingered the curls above his ear.
"Can we skip the movie?"
He pulled back just enough to look into her
glistening brown eyes. "If you want…"
She nodded as her fingers skimmed over his
ear. "I think…I just want to go to bed for a while…"
He opened his mouth to offer a reply. She
successfully hushed his reply as her mouth covered his.
Her fingers traced his nipple as she lowered
herself onto his erection. "Is this…okay?"
He groaned lightly as his hands slid up her
thighs. "Mm…yeah…it is…"
"I’m not…too…I’m not hurting you?"
He opened his eyes and looked at her
curiously. "What?"
"I’m…heavier than…"
She was silenced as he leaned up slightly and
placed his finger over her lips. "Sara…don’t."
He gently thrust his hips into her. He smiled
as she moaned. He slid his finger from her lips, trailing lightly over her
sternum, stopping when he reached her abdomen.
Caressing her stomach, his eyes closed as she
rotated her hips carefully. His other hand slid further up her thigh, grasping
her flesh tightly when he reached her hip. He opened his eyes to find her
gazing down at him.
"Make love to me, Sara…"
She raised herself up slowly, relishing the
sensation of his thick member inside of her. She eased back down his length at
the same pace, grinning as he groaned. His hands held her hips as they settled
into a slow, comfortable rhythm.
Her left hand covered his right, her right
hand rested over his pectoral muscle. Her fingers flexed involuntarily as
raised his knees and eased her back against his thighs. She inhaled sharply at
the minor change. His eyes filled with concern as he squeezed her hip.
"Are you okay?"
She offered him a smile as she nodded quickly.
"I just…wasn’t expecting…"
"Did I hurt you?" He stilled his
movements, his fingers loosening their grasp on her flesh.
"No…no…don’t stop…"
He tentatively raised his hips, pushing into
her depths again. His eyes lowered from her face, skimming over her swollen
breasts, focusing on her belly. His hands moved from her hips, lightly gliding
up her sides. His fingers brushed the outside of her breasts before slipping
down to her protruding abdomen.
"I wonder…what they’ll…be like…" His
voice was soft, slightly louder than a whisper.
"Loved…"
His eyes shifted, settling on her face. He bit
his lip as her lids slammed shut. He pressed his head into the pillows
underneath his damp hair as she leaned further back against his legs.
The muscles in his thighs quivered as they met
one another’s thrusts with equal force. His fingers dug into her hips as he
fought to hold on longer. Feeling the familiar sensation of his erection
swelling inside of her, she opened her eyes and smiled down at him.
"Come, baby…let it go…"
He stared into her eyes and opened his mouth
with the intentions of telling her that he wanted to feel her climax first.
What came out instead was a loud groan as he erupted inside of her.
As his semen doused her inner walls, her
muscles clenched down on him. Her name fell from his lips as her fluids rushed
over him. His name echoed in their room as her orgasm rushed over her.
With his thigh muscles cramping slightly, he
eased her off of him and onto her side beside of him. She fought to control her
breathing, taking deep breaths into her lungs. His hand caressed her side as he
looked into her eyes.
"You okay?"
"Mm-hm…just…a little intense…"
He smiled as his fingers traced lazy circles
on her hip. "You’re beautiful…"
"I’m…tired…"
He chuckled lightly as he scooted down in the
bed and gently nuzzled her stomach. "Why don’t you…take a nap?"
She yawned as her eyes closed. "What are
you going to do?"
"There are some things I need to take a
look at online…" He glanced up at her, grinning as she yawned again.
"Besides, Weevil will be awake later…he’ll keep me company…"
She nodded sleepily. "Love you…"
"Love you too…"
He watched sleep overcome her before he eased
his body out of the bed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He stared at the monitor as he clicked through
the listings. He sighed lightly as nothing particularly jumped out at him. He
tilted his head as he turned his eyes towards the hall. He glanced at the clock
and saw that his son had been asleep for almost two hours.
I really should go get him up…he’ll keep Sara
awake all night if I don’t…
He minimized the screen and brought up the
game that Michael liked to watch. He wasn’t quite sure why his son liked it,
but it kept him basically still. That seemed like a nice option, considering
Sara was still napping.
He smiled as the game loaded. Rolling his
chair back from the desk, he stood up and went to wake his son.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The fingers of his right hand hovered over the
arrow keys on the keyboard. Michael was perched on his left knee giggling
excitedly as he watched the monitor.
"Make ‘em bwue!"
Grissom chuckled lightly. "In just a
minute, Weevil…"
"Now?"
"Not yet…"
Michael squirmed as he pointed towards the
screen. "Now?"
"Almost…"
"Gunna git ya!"
Grissom pressed the down arrow key, allowing
Pac-Man to eat the large power pellet. Michael squealed as the ghosts turned
blue and began to move in the opposite direction.
"Eat ‘em!"
After devouring all of the ghosts, Pac-Man
turned into the tunnel to get to the other side of the screen. As he exited, he
ran right into a red ghost who had been pursuing him. As Pac-Man withered and
died, Michael sighed.
"Aw…he gone now." He looked up at
his father and giggled as he clapped his hands. "Do it ‘gin!"
"Do it again?"
"Yep!"
"I’ve already done it four times…"
"He doesn’t like it when I play it for
him…"
Grissom turned his head towards the
entranceway to the living room and smiled. "That’s because you never lose
your Pac-Man to a horrible death…"
"Mommy!"
Michael slid from his father’s lap and ran
over to his mother as she sat down on the couch. Grissom followed him, picking
him up and placing him on the cushions before he took a seat beside of Sara.
Their son crawled onto her lap and placed his
hands on her abdomen. "Hi!" His small brow furrowed as he looked up
into his mother’s eyes. "Day not sayin’ hi
back."
She took his hand and placed it on the side of
her stomach. "Try again, Mikey…"
"Hey in dere!"
Grissom chuckled as he shook his head in
amusement. Michael giggled as he felt movement underneath his small hand.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He kissed his son’s head as he pulled the
blanket up to the boy’s chest. He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed,
realizing he had twenty minutes to get to work.
"I love you, Weevil…I’ll see you in the
morning." His voice was a whisper as he said his goodbyes to the sleeping
boy. He ran his fingers through the soft curls adorning his son’s head and
smiled.
"Gil, you’re going to be late…"
He took a deep breath and followed her into
the living room. She smiled as she handed him his keys. "Be careful
tonight, babe…"
His hand rested on her abdomen as he leaned
over and kissed her softly. "I love you."
Her smile widened as she gently caressed his
cheek. "I love you too…now…go. Seriously, Gil…you’re going to be
late."
"If you need anything…"
"I’ll call, okay? I promise…" She
leaned into him, pressing her lips to his. "The sooner you go, the sooner
you’ll be back…"
He chuckled as he nodded and walked towards
the door. "I’ll see you in the morning…"
"I’ll try to have breakfast ready for
you…"
"Sara…"
"I prefer you coming home to a nice
meal…besides, it gives me something to do before Mikey
wakes up."
He offered her a wink and opened the door. She
smiled brightly at him, sighing as the door closed behind him. She walked to
the window and watched him pull out of his parking space.
When he was out of sight, she turned from the
window and looked at the computer. "Pac-Man…"
She sat down in his chair and proceeded to
play a few games. Yawning after the fifth game, she shut Pac-Man down. Seeing a
button for a minimized browser at the bottom of the screen, her curiosity
peaked.
She clicked on the button, gasping as her eyes
scanned the content.
Grissom dug through the mountains of paperwork
on his desk in search of the phone. Grabbing the receiver, he jerked it off of
the cradle, knocking a few files onto the floor.
"Shit…"
He placed the receiver to his ear, his voice
growled with frustration. "Grissom."
"Nice way to answer the phone…"
His voice softened as he smiled. "Hey…are
you okay?"
"Yeah…just wanted to call. Everything
okay there?"
He chuckled lightly as he bent over to
retrieve the fallen files. "Yeah…just dropped a few files…"
"Ah…paperwork. Nice. Glad I’m off for a
while."
"I can always bring some home for you to
work on…" He grinned as she laughed. "How are you feeling?"
"A little tired. Played a few games of Pac-Man and then…read a
little."
He scribbled his name across the bottom of a
sheet of paper. "Yeah? Anything interesting?"
She thought for a moment, deciding on whether
or not to tell him what she was looking at. She smiled as she shook her head.
"Any good cases going on tonight?"
"I’m not discussing work right now, Sara.
If I do, you’ll try to wiggle your way into coming in…"
"Me?"
He laughed as he closed the file on his desk.
His pager beeped irritatingly, causing him to sigh as he read the message.
"I need to go, honey…"
"I heard it…" She mimicked his sigh.
"I’ll probably read a little more and then head to bed for a few
hours."
He gathered the file he needed and grabbed his
keys as he stood up. "You need to go to bed now…"
"I’m going, I’m going…" She smiled
brightly as her eyes scanned the monitor in front of her. "I love
you."
"Love you too…bye."
"Bye…" She sighed heavily as she
disconnected the line.
Scrolling down the page, her eyes widened when
she saw the picture. After reading the detailed description, she grinned as she
printed the page.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He opened the door to find her sitting on the
couch. A tray of sliced fruit and a steaming cup of coffee sat on the coffee
table. She placed the paper she was holding on the end table as she looked up
at him.
"I…didn’t really feel like cooking this
morning. This okay?"
He smiled as he sat down beside of her,
reaching over and grabbing a slice of honeydew. "It’s perfect…"
After swallowing a bite of melon, he leaned
over and kissed her lips softly. "Did you get any sleep?"
She nodded quickly, a little too quickly for
his liking, as she took a sip of apple juice. "Yeah…a few hours. The twins
decided I had slept long enough…"
He leaned down and gently kissed her
protruding abdomen. "Bad boys…" He was rewarded for his kiss with a
swift kick from one of the boys. "But…Daddy still loves you…"
She chuckled as he sat back up and grabbed his
coffee. "How long have you been up?"
She glanced at the clock over the entertainment
center. "About two hours…"
He popped a strawberry in his mouth and
nodded.
"Gil?"
"Hm?" He chewed quickly and took
another sip of coffee.
She took a deep breath and reached for the
paper on the table. "I…uh…I like this one…"
He narrowed his eyes in confusion as she
handed him the paper. He looked down and quickly glanced at the computer.
"You…uh…forgot to close the window…"
He licked his lips and placed his mug on the
table. "Sara…"
"I know you like surprising me…I do…but,
don’t you think that…well, we could do this together?"
"We were…are…" He shook his head to
clear his thoughts. "I was just looking at them to get an idea of the
price range…"
"Oh…well…" She leaned over and
rested her head on his shoulder as he read the description. "Is this one
in our price range?"
"Actually…this is a pretty good deal.
Five bedrooms, two and half baths…covered patio…located in Oaks…nice yard for
the kids." He grinned as he looked into her eyes. "And…less than I
was expecting to pay…"
"So…"
"Let’s give Liberty a call and see if we
can’t go by for a look…"
She stared at the picture of the house as he
picked up the phone.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He walked up the driveway, Sara’s hand wrapped
in his as Mikey pointed towards the front yard.
"Twees!"
The realtor chuckled as he extended his hand
towards Grissom. "Mr. Grissom, my name is Miles Leonard…"
Sara released her grasp on her husband as he
moved to shake the young man’s hand. "Gil Grissom…" He looked towards
the brunette standing beside of him and smiled. "My wife, Sara…"
Miles quickly shook Sara’s hand and turned to
the boy in Grissom’s arms. "And…who is this little guy?"
"Weebul
Mike!"
"This…is our son, Michael."
Miles ruffled the boy’s hair and opened the
front door for the family. "Well…let’s take a look, shall we?"
As soon as they stepped into the cool house,
Sara gasped. "Gil…"
Miles smiled, as any good salesman does, and
turned towards Sara. "When is your baby due?"
Grissom answered quickly, startling the
realtor. "November 21st…"
"Down, Daddy!"
Grissom untangled Mikey’s
arms and legs from his body and placed him on the hardwood floor. "Don’t
touch anything, Michael…"
"Planning any more children after this
one?"
Grissom narrowed his eyes at Miles. "Not
sure…"
The man’s face flushed quickly as he
stammered. "I…well, I was just…asking because…this is a five bedroom
house…"
Grissom opened his mouth to speak, turning
towards Sara as she gently laid a warm hand on his arm. She rested her other
hand on her abdomen and smiled at Miles.
"Twins…"
"Oh…" His face reddened another
shade. "Well…this house is 3,036 square feet…should be plenty of
room…"
Sara offered the man a sweet smile and nodded.
She slid her hand down Grissom’s arm and linked her fingers with his. Turning
her head towards him, she winked and began to walk further into the house.
"Wanna take a look around?"
He nodded silently and glanced at Miles once
more before he followed Sara into the kitchen. As she was busy opening
cabinets, Grissom watched Mikey walk to the sliding
glass door that led to the backyard.
"Why does it matter if we’re planning on
having more children or not?"
She chuckled at his gruff tone and opened the
pantry door. "He’s a salesman, Gil…"
"Our plans for our family are none of his
concern…"
She closed the pantry door and turned to look
at him. "Calm down…why don’t you take Mikey
outside and see what the backyard is like?"
He looked out the window. "It’s
green…grass…trees…it’s a backyard."
"Gil…"
He focused his eyes on her and sighed.
"Okay…but…I don’t like him."
"This isn’t about him…this is about
us…"
He nodded and walked across the room.
"Come on, Weevil…"
Mikey jumped up and down, squealing with delight.
"Outside!"
"Yes…we’re going outside…" He looked
over his shoulder as Mikey ran onto the patio.
"We’ll be back in a few minutes…"
She smiled brightly at him, chuckling to
herself as he shut the door behind him.
She walked back into the living room and
glanced at Miles. He offered her a shy smile as he made his way to the mantle.
"I…didn’t mean to upset your
husband…"
"Oh, he’s fine. He’s just a little too
analytical sometimes."
"You have a beautiful son, how old is
he?"
She grinned as he followed her down the hall
towards the bedrooms. "Thank you…he just turned one."
"He’s a livewire…"
She laughed loudly. "Oh, yeah…" She
turned into a small room and sighed lightly. "Good place for bugs…"
"Excuse me?"
Sara turned to Miles and shook her head in
amusement. "Sorry. My husband is an Entomologist…he has quite a few
bugs…"
"Oh…"
She turned as she heard the familiar sound of
excited feet running down the hall. "Mommy!"
"Well, hey there!" She reached down
and smoothed his unruly curls. "What have you been up to?"
"Catchin’ bugs wif Daddy!"
She grinned as she looked at Miles’ expression
and shrugged her shoulders lightly. "Mikey likes
bugs too…"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
After they had made their tour throughout the
house and had investigated the perimeter of the property, Grissom pulled Sara
to the side. "What do you think?"
"I love it, Gil…"
He nodded as he cast a quick glance towards
the realtor. "I do too…"
She smiled as she rubbed her abdomen.
"Even though you don’t like Miles Leonard?"
His lopsided smile graced his face. "This
is about us…not him…right?"
"Right…"
Taking a deep breath, he picked up his son and
walked towards the salesman. "Mr. Leonard…I’d like to make an offer…"
Weevil excitedly clapped his hands and
giggled.
Grissom smiled as he held the digital camera
up. Making sure he captured each detail of the room, he carefully took the
pictures.
"What are you doing, Griss?"
He turned towards the door as he lowered the
camera. "Taking pictures…"
Confusion shone in Nick’s dark eyes.
"Why?"
"Have you been taking lessons from my
son?" Watching Nick’s confusion grow, he chuckled. "Weevil’s room has
to be set up exactly the same in the house…"
Taking the last photograph, he moved past Nick
and made his way to the computer. The front door stood open as the movers
carried out numerous boxes to the truck. He quickly downloaded the pictures and
printed them out on photo-quality paper.
He grinned as he studied them, nodding his
approval. He turned towards the hall in time to see a large man reach for one
of the many display cases adorning the walls. He stood quickly and spoke louder
than he probably should have.
"I’ll take those…"
The startled man jerked his hands back and
stared at Grissom. "Okay…"
"Sorry…they’re just…very valuable. I’ll
take them over in my car…"
"Not a problem, Mr. Grissom." He
looked towards the room that he knew to be the nursery. "Is your son’s
room ready?"
Grissom nodded. "The furniture is ready
to be moved…"
He watched the young man walk into the nursery
as he took a quick inventory of the remaining possessions in the townhouse. He
felt a brief twinge of sadness as he realized this was the place he had spent
the last ten years of his life. He began to carefully remove the butterflies
from the walls.
"Griss, is the
computer ready to be moved?"
He wrapped the plastic bubble wrap around the
case in his hands and placed it in the box with the others. "Yes, I think
so, Nick."
"Okay…I’ll disconnect everything and take
it over to the house in my car, if you’d like…"
"Thank you…"
Giving Grissom a quick nod, Nick went to work.
Grissom’s cell phone rang, echoing oddly in
the quickly emptying townhouse. He glanced at the display, smiling as he read
the name.
"Hey…"
"Hey to you. Everything almost done
there?"
"Yeah…I’m just packing the butterflies.
Nick’s going to bring the computer over…and the only things the movers have
left to do is clear out Weevil’s room and grab the computer desk and
chair."
"Did you take pictures?"
Grissom chuckled as he taped up the last box
of display cases. "Yes, I did…"
"Good…"
"What’s Weevil doing?"
"Playing in the backyard with Greg. Warrick, Catherine, and I have just about unpacked every
box here…"
"Sara…"
"Hey…I’m not going to let them do all the
work by themselves."
"But…"
"Besides…all I did was put up the
clothes. And…I did the silverware in the kitchen. Other than that, I just
directed. Apparently, you have threatened people again…"
He grinned as he watched the movers carry out
the last piece of his son’s furniture out of their old home. "Nice to know
they still listen…"
"Gil…"
He chuckled as he walked into the Mikey’s room with an empty box in his hand. "I’ll be
leaving here in about fifteen minutes. I just need to get the things off of
Weevil’s walls and make another round through the place to make sure we have
everything…"
"Okay…we’ll be here waiting on you."
"I love you…" Hearing a shrill voice
in the background, he grinned. "You better go see what Greg’s doing to our
boy…"
"Yeah…knowing Greg, he’s turned the
sprinklers on or something…I love you too. Bye…"
"Bye." He laughed as he disconnected
the phone call and began clearing Mikey’s walls.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Hey, Ted?"
"Yes, Mr. Grissom?"
He handed the pictures to the young man as
they began unloading Mikey’s furniture from the
truck. "His room needs to look exactly like this, okay?"
Ted studied the pictures and then handed them
to Jimmy. "I think we can do that. But…would he really notice if something
was slightly different?"
Grissom laughed as he walked to his Tahoe to
grab the first box of insects. "Yeah, actually he would…"
"Daddy!"
He heard the excited voice barely a second
before he felt the small arms around his legs. He smiled as he looked down at
the boy. "What are you doing?"
"Gweb won’ pway wif me now."
"Why not?"
"Sez he hassa hep Ick wif
pewta."
Grissom picked up Michael as he shifted the
smaller box to his right arm. "He has to help Nick with the
computer?"
"Yep! An’ Mommy tole me ta git oo."
"Did she?" He grinned at his son as
he walked through the front door.
"Yeah…I did." She reached out to
take the box from him, earning her a gentle scowl. "Oh, come on Gil. If
you can carry it under one arm while carrying our son…I’m sure I can take it
from you and put it on the coffee table…"
"Grissom, she’s not helpless you
know…"
He reluctantly allowed Sara to take the box as
he turned to look at Catherine. "Yes, actually I am aware of that fact,
Catherine. But, you see…"
"He tends to be a little overprotective
at times…" Sara finished for him with a smile on her face.
"That’s not what I was going to
say…"
"But, it’s true." Catherine grinned
as she reached out for the boy. "Come here, Mikey…"
"Cad…wanna pway wif me?"
Catherine chuckled as she nodded. "Yeah,
I do…"
Mikey jumped from his father’s arms into Catherine’s and
giggled. "Outside!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Grissom paid the movers, adding a hefty tip,
as Sara took Mikey down the hall to his new room.
"Waz dat?"
"That will be your brothers’ room."
He nodded and ran to the next room. "Waz dat?"
"That’s Mommy and Daddy’s room."
He stopped in the middle of the hallway, tears
welling in his hazel eyes. "Wearz my woom?"
"Oh, Mikey…"
Sara knelt down in front of her son, just as his first tear fell.
"I wanna woom
too!"
"You have a room, baby…that’s where I’m
taking you."
"Wear? Wearz my
woom?"
"Hey…what’s wrong, buddy?" Grissom
knelt down beside of his wife. He glanced between the two, tears streaming down
his son’s face and threatening to spill over the lids of his wife’s eyes.
"Wanna see my woom.
Bubbas hava woom. Oo an’ Mommy hava woom. I wanna woom too."
"Weevil, you do have a room."
"I do?"
Grissom gently wiped his son’s tear-streaked
face. "Of course you do. It’s right across the hall from Mommy and Daddy’s
room."
"Weawy?"
"Really…come on, I’ll show you."
He smiled at his father before looking at his
mother. "Wan’ Mommy ta!"
"Okay…Mommy will take you…" He
turned his gaze towards Sara and sighed lightly. "You okay, honey?"
"Yeah…I just…hate to see him cry…"
He smiled as he leaned into her and kissed her
lips softly. "I know…but, he’s okay."
"Dere’s DIM! Hi
Dim! Wanna see my woom?"
Grissom chuckled as his thumb caught a tear.
"See? He’s fine…"
"Is everything okay? Catherine told me to
come on in…"
Sara nodded, her left hand waving at him
slightly. "Hormones…"
"Dim! I hava woom!"
Brass grinned as he ruffled the boy’s curls.
"Well, how about we go take a look at it?"
"YAY!" He ran towards a door and stopped
as he glanced inside of the room. "Dat’s Mommy
and Daddy’s woom!"
He pointed towards the door across from that
room and looked at Sara. "Mine?"
Sara nodded as her smile began to resurface.
"Yes…"
He jumped up and down in front of the door.
"My woom!”
Grissom turned the knob, laughing as Mikey ran into the room. He looked at Jim and shrugged his
shoulders lightly. "You’d think he’s never had his own room before…"
"No! No no no!"
Sara pushed past Grissom and entered the room
to find Mikey looking around his room frantically.
"What’s wrong, Weevil?"
"Wong! Dat don’
go dere!"
She turned towards the two men who had walked
in behind her. "Gil…did you give the movers the pictures?"
"Of course, I did." He glanced
around the room. "It…looks right."
"NO DADDY!" He pointed towards the
rocking chair. "Dat don’ go dere!
Goes DERE!"
"Well, we can fix it, Michael…don’t get
upset…"
"Wearz Wus?"
"Full blown Grissom tantrum on the
way…"
Grissom stared at his friend. "Quiet,
Jim…"
Jim stifled his laughter and Grissom attempted
to calm his son. "Mikey…did you have Rusty with
you earlier?"
His young brow furrowed as he concentrated.
"He wode wif me."
"And…where did you put him when you got
here?"
Grissom moved the chair six inches to the left
of the dresser and looked at Sara. She motioned for him to move it a bit more,
nodding quickly as he reached the right spot.
"Gweb!"
"What?"
"Gweb has Wus!"
"Greg’s a wuss?" Brass whispered
quietly.
Sara smacked Jim’s arm as she tried not to
laugh.
Mikey ran out of the room in search of Greg and Rusty.
Grissom sighed heavily as Sara took his hand. "How about a beer?"
"I think I’d love one…or four."
She chuckled lightly as she led him out of
Weevil’s room. Jim’s laughter finally broke free as he followed them down the
hall and into the kitchen.
Grissom’s eyes narrowed slightly as he handed
Brass a beer. "What’s so funny?"
"I’ve just…never really experienced OCD
in a one-year old…"
"OCD? No…he just likes things in their
own space…"
"DADDY!" Weevil ran into the kitchen
holding his hands out to his father. "Wash! Day got dirdy!"
"I suppose he just likes clean hands
too…"
Grissom’s scowl slowly turned to amusement as
he washed his son’s hands.