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.

 

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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.

Chapter Seven

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.

Chapter Eight

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.

Chapter Nine

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.

Chapter Ten

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.



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