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 Eleven
Grissom turned towards his wife when he felt a
gentle nudge in his ribs. She shifted on the couch and smiled at him as she
motioned towards the chair where Brass was sitting.
Their son had fallen asleep on Jim’s lap while
they were watching the movie. Mikey’s head was
nestled into the crook of his arm, his fingers lightly gripping Brass’ shirt.
Grissom slipped his arm from behind Sara and
leaned forward. "Would you like me to take him, Jim?"
Brass smiled as he gently shook his head.
"Nah…he’s fine."
"Sure? He can get pretty heavy when he’s
asleep…"
Mikey shifted and snuggled closer to Jim. "I’m sure.
Movie’s almost over anyway…"
Sara leaned her back against Grissom and
winced as she felt a sharp pain in her ribs. "Come on, Alex…settle
down…"
Grissom repositioned his arm around Sara, his
hand resting on her abdomen. Feeling another kick, he began to rub her stomach
in a soothing manner.
Jim couldn’t help but smile as he watched his
best friends interact with one another. He looked down at the child sleeping in
his arms. Sighing lightly, his mind drifted to a time long ago when his
daughter would snuggle against him much like the way young Mikey
was now.
Sara’s eyes darted towards Jim when she heard
the soft sound. "Jim?"
Brass’ smile faded somewhat as he met her
eyes. "Yeah?"
"You okay?"
His smile reappeared a little too quickly as
he nodded. "Oh yeah…I was just thinking…"
Grissom offered his friend an understanding
smile. "How is Ellie?"
"Okay…" He shrugged lightly and
pushed himself up from the chair. "This little guy has had a big day…I’ll
just go put him down for you…"
Grissom nodded a silent thank you. He took a
deep breath as Brass left the room. "He really regrets the way things
are…"
"Think they’ll ever work it out?"
His shoulders slumped with a hint of sadness.
"He’s trying…"
"One day she’ll realize what a wonderful
man her father really is…"
He sighed softly as he leaned over and kissed
her temple. "I hope so…"
Jim re-entered the room, his smile genuinely
brighter. "The prince sleeps soundly…"
Grissom chuckled as he stood and walked into
the kitchen. "Want another beer, Jim?"
Brass shook his head as he picked up his keys.
"No, thanks. I need to be heading home…some of us have to work
tonight."
Grissom nodded as he closed the refrigerator
door with a beer in his hand. As he twisted the cap off, he smiled. "Would
you mind feeding Tippy for me tonight?"
Brass’ eyes narrowed as he scowled. "I’m
not going anywhere near that thing…"
"That thing is a tarantula…"
"I don’t give a damn what it is…you’re
the bugman, not me. It’ll be okay until you get back
to work." He turned and walked to the door as Grissom laughed. Pulling the
front door open, he looked back at his friend. "What the hell kind of name
is ‘Tippy’ anyway?"
Grissom placed his beer on a coaster that was
resting on the coffee table. "The kind that a one-year-old comes up
with…"
Jim laughed as he stepped outside. "For
some reason, that doesn’t surprise me. See you tomorrow night, Gil…"
Grissom chuckled as he offered the detective a
wave before he closed the door. After securing the lock, he turned around to
find Sara pushing herself off of the sofa.
"Hey…"
She offered him a sweet smile as she stood.
"A hot bath…my back is killing me."
He nodded as he returned her smile. "I’ll
go run it for you…"
She put her hand on his arm, stilling his
movement. "No…I can do it. Just finish your beer and relax…it’s been a
busy day."
He inhaled deeply as her hand slid up his arm.
She took a step towards him as she moved her palm over his shoulder. He tilted
his head as her fingers brushed the side of his neck. His eyes closed as their
lips met.
He deepened the kiss quickly, sliding his
tongue across her bottom lip. His fingers raked through her hair as he took a
step forward. As she shuffled her feet backwards, she realized that he was
slowly directing them to their new bedroom. Placing her hands on his chest, she
pulled from his kiss. He stared at her mouth as she offered him a sly grin.
"I’m going to take a bath, Gil…"
He nodded wordlessly and leaned into her. Her
hand rested on his cheek, her thumb caressing his warm lips.
"I want you too…but, I really want a hot
bath first, okay?"
He sighed, closing his eyes as she took a step
away from him. His darkened blue eyes re-opened as she took his hand and tugged
gently.
"Will you wash my back for me?"
He smiled as he allowed her to lead him down
the hall. "Can I wash the boys too?"
She chuckled lightly, her brown eyes shining,
as she stopped at the linen closet in the hall to grab the fluffiest towel they
owned. "If you’re good…"
He grinned as he followed her into the
bathroom. "Oh, I can be good…"
She leaned over the tub and turned the hot
water on. She slapped at his hand as it slid over her hip. "Can you
behave?"
He blushed lightly as she twisted the knob for
the cold water. "I can…try…"
He groaned as she stood with her back to him
and began to peel off her clothing. "Try harder…"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He slowly moved the washcloth over her back as
he leaned over the edge of the tub. His tongue flicked against her lips before
his mouth covered hers. She moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth.
She shifted her body, sending some of the warm
water out of the too-full tub. He took no notice of the water splashing against
him as he drew her tongue into his mouth. His fingers rubbed circles into her
lower back in an effort to release the pressure she was feeling.
As he felt the joint pop under his hand, she
groaned into his mouth. He pulled back slowly to look into her eyes. His
fingers moved up her spine to the nape of her neck.
"Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head and offered him a small
smile. "No…my back feels much better now."
She sighed lightly as his hand moved across
her collarbone. His fingers skirted over her swollen breasts, carefully
avoiding her slightly painful nipples.
He smiled as her eyes closed. Picking the
washcloth out of the water, he lathered it as his eyes fell to her abdomen. His
smile widened as he glided the cloth over her stomach and felt his two boys
kick at his hand.
"You woke them up…"
He looked back up and gazed into her eyes.
"Isn’t it just amazing?"
He dropped the cloth into the water and
splayed his fingers across her abdomen. Her eyes narrowed in slight confusion.
"Isn’t…what…just amazing?"
"This…us…the house…our
children…everything…"
She smiled as she raised her hand and gently
stroked his cheek. "Are you going to get all philosophical on me
now?"
He chuckled lightly as he shrugged his
shoulders. "I don’t know…it’s just…really hard for me to believe
sometimes. And then…" He grinned as the boys moved under his touch again.
"And then we have…twins. Which is just even more mind-boggling…"
"Gil?"
"Hm?"
She held her hand up in front of him and
wiggled her fingers. "I’m getting…wrinkly…"
"Then…it’s time to get out. Even though
to Weevil it means that his fingers are falling off…"
She laughed as he helped her out of the tub.
"He told me about that…took me forever to figure out what he was talking
about…"
She looked at his pants as he began to dry her
body. "You’re wet…"
"I’ll dry…" He smiled brightly at
her.
Her finger lightly ran across the warm bulge
in his pants. His smile faded as he inhaled sharply. "Sara…"
"Let’s go to bed…"
"How’s your back?"
"It feels good…let’s go to bed…"
He groaned as her hand covered his growing
erection and pressed against it. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped
it on the bathroom floor. Wrapping the fluffy towel around her, he smiled as he
took her hand and led her out of the steamy room.
He kicked his damp jeans to the floor as he
watched her pull the towel from her body. Licking his lips, he smiled as she
lowered herself to the bed. The soft cotton sheets were cool against his skin
as he moved onto the mattress with her.
His lips found hers quite quickly. She moaned
lightly as he gently sucked her tongue into his mouth. She could feel the
heated flesh of his erection pressing against her thigh as he carefully draped
his left leg over hers.
As his lips slowly kissed their way to her
ear, she softly whispered his name. Lifting his head to gaze into her eyes, he
smiled as his fingers splayed across her abdomen.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
She ran her fingers through his curls, smiling
back at him as her hand finally came to a rest on the back of his neck.
"Thank you…"
He tilted his head slightly, the curiosity
shining brightly in his eyes. He gently wrapped a strand of her hair around his
finger. "For what?"
Her fingertips lightly massaged his neck
muscles. "Everything…"
He leaned back down, brushing his lips against
hers. He carefully moved in between her legs as his lips nipped at the hollow
of her throat. Her nails lightly scraped against his scalp as he moved down her
body.
His tongue left a wet path down her sternum as
he slowly made his way to her swollen stomach. She grinned as she felt the
gentle vibrations against her skin that let her know he was whispering to their
unborn sons. She often wondered what he said to them. She had asked him once
before and had received a secretive smile as a reply. She assumed that his soft
mutterings were promises of unconditional love and support.
Her eyes closed as his fingertips lightly
glided over her hips. She felt him press a tender kiss to the sensitive skin of
her inner thigh. Her fingers gripped the wrought-iron headboard as he lovingly
nuzzled her warm mound. Hearing her soft gasp, he raised his head in concern.
Feeling his movement, she shook her head
quickly. "Please, Gil…don’t stop…"
His hands caressed her thighs in a soothing
manner as he smiled up at her. "I won’t, honey. I just…wanted to make sure
you were okay…"
"More than…"
His smile widened as his hands slipped
underneath her thighs. His head lowered, his tongue parting her lips to taste
her sweet juices. She inhaled sharply as his rough muscle slid over her aching
clitoris.
She bent her knees, a low groan escaping from
her lips, as he eased his finger inside of her. His lips captured the small
bundle of nerves as her hips bucked against him. He slid a second finger into
her depths as his tongue quickly flicked against the hardening nub of erectile
tissue held between his lips.
Her right hand released the spindles of the
headboard to tangle in the soft curls of her husband’s hair. Her fingers
tightened as she held his mouth tightly against her. Feeling the familiar
quiver in her thighs, which were pressing against his ears, he let go of her
clitoris and abruptly removed his fingers. She groaned somewhat louder than she
intended, earning a grin from Grissom.
She released his head from her grip as she
looked down at him. "Damn you…"
The words betrayed her tone, causing his grin
to widen. His slick fingers moved up her torso as he pushed himself to his
knees.
"What?" He asked in the most
innocent voice he could muster.
"So close…" She licked her lips as
their eyes locked.
"Me too…" He sucked in a deep breath
as she grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips.
He watched her closely as her tongue wrapped
around his fingers, licking her fluid from his slightly trembling digits. He
leaned over her, carefully distributing his weight. She groaned as his erection
pressed against her wet folds.
His fingers slipped from her mouth as he
rocked his hips gently against her. She stared at him through glazed eyes.
"Gil…"
He murmured her name in return as he eased
himself inside of her. Her eyes slammed shut, her fingers gripped the sheet. He
watched her chest rise and fall quickly as her breathing became ragged.
His strokes were long and slow. Beads of sweat
rolled down his chest as he fought the urge to quicken his pace. Her head
pressed into the pillows as her fingers balled the cotton sheet into her hands.
Her moans intensified as he brushed across her
g-spot with each gentle thrust. He smiled down at her as his hands held her
hips still. Feeling him swelling within her, she released the sheets from her
grasp and covered his hands with hers. She forced her eyes open as she felt
herself being pushed closer to the edge.
He felt the familiar spasms around his
engorged flesh and quickened his pace. He fought to keep his groans low as her
orgasm flooded over him. He succeeded until he heard his name fall from her
lips in the form of a muffled scream as she bit her lip. He groaned her name
loudly as his semen splashed against her inner walls.
He smiled as her hands wiped the sweat from
his chest. "I love you."
She grinned as his softening organ slipped
from her and he collapsed on his side of the bed. "You know what I
miss?"
"Hm?" He kissed her temple tenderly
as he snuggled against her.
"I miss…kissing you as we make
love…"
He responded by covering her mouth with his
and kissing her deeply. He broke the kiss and glanced towards the closed
bedroom door.
"What?"
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Daddy!"
Grissom smiled as he kissed her lips softly
and rose from the bed. "That…"
She glanced towards the bedside table and
frowned when she saw that the red light on the baby monitor wasn’t lit. "I
thought you were the one with the hearing problems…"
He offered her a sweet smile. "Maybe it
was the blood rushing to your head as I kissed you…it muffles sound, you
know…"
She chuckled as she tossed a pillow in his
direction. "Fuck you…"
He winked as the pillow flew through the air
beside of him. "Bad aim…"
"Wan’ OUT, Daddy!"
Sara’s chuckle turned into a laugh as Grissom
stumbled slightly while pulling his boxers back on. Shooting her a very
unconvincing glare, he finally pulled them up and walked towards the door.
"I’ll be back…"
"Better…"
He grinned as he made his way out of their
room and across the hall. He flipped on the overhead light as he walked into
his son’s room.
"Daddy!"
Michael was standing in his crib, his fingers
locked around the top railing. Grissom walked over to him, smiling as his son
released the railing and reached for him.
"Out!"
"What are you doing awake, Little
Man?"
"Huh?"
"You are supposed to be asleep…" He
lifted Michael over the railing and sat down in the rocking chair. Mikey yawned as he snuggled against Grissom’s chest.
"Wan’ Mommy."
"You want Mommy?"
Mikey nodded as his hand rubbed his right ear. Grissom
smiled as he remembered his mother telling one of her friends that she always
knew her boy was tired when he began rubbing his right ear.
"Okay…how about we go see Mommy for a few
minutes…"
Mikey wrapped his arms around Grissom’s neck as he stood
and made his way back across the hall. He peeked his head into their bedroom
and saw that she had pulled on one of his t-shirts.
Smiling, he walked into the room with the boy
cradled in his arms. "Someone wants Mommy…"
He stood the boy on the bed and chuckled as he
stumbled over the sheets as he ran to his mother.
"Mommy!"
He sat down on her pillow and buried his head
into her side. She smiled as she ran her fingers through his dark brown curls.
"You okay, baby?"
"I not baby…I Weebul…"
He yawned widely as he spoke.
"I think you’re a tired Weevil…"
He smiled at his mother as he slid off of the
pillow and stretched out on the mattress beside of her. His brow wrinkled as he
shifted his body.
"What’s wrong?"
"Wet."
"You’re wet?"
He shook his head quickly and pointed towards
the sheet. "Bed is."
Grissom chuckled as he sat down on the other
side of his son. "I know…Mommy…spilled her water."
Mikey narrowed his hazel eyes. "You dopped yore wahder?"
"Uh…yeah…yes, I did…"
"Bad Mommy."
Grissom laughed, bringing his son’s attention
to him. "It was an accident, Weevil…she didn’t do it on purpose…"
"A accent?"
"Mm-hm…" Grissom nodded as he leaned
down and kissed Mikey’s head.
"Mommy had a accent in bed."
Grissom’s laugh grew as Sara joined in. Their
son watched them for a moment before huffing lightly. He reached out and
smacked Sara’s arm.
"Mommy!"
She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked
down at him as she caught her breath. "Yes?"
"Weed a book."
"What would you like me to read?"
Her eyes followed her son’s finger as he
pointed to the table on her husband’s side of the bed. "Dat."
She groaned lightly as she saw the
Entomological textbook resting there. "Wouldn’t you rather Daddy read that
to you?"
His face scrunched up as he shook his head
frantically. "NO! Wan’ YOU ta weed it!"
She sighed in resignation as Grissom handed
the book to her. "Okay, okay…"
Grissom chuckled as Mikey
curled up beside of Sara. He offered her a slight shrug of the shoulders, his
smile widening as she flipped the book open.
"Knew you’d read it eventually…"
"Hush…"
"Shush, Daddy. Mommy’s weeding."
Grissom swallowed his laughter as Michael cast
him an annoyed glance before returning his attention back to his mother. He
looked at the page the book had been opened to and giggled.
"Fudderby!
Daddy has a fudderby like dat!"
"Yes he does…now, close your eyes and
I’ll read to you."
Mikey sighed as he closed his eyes and snuggled closer to
Sara as she began to read.
Mikey giggled as he pointed towards the television
screen. "Yay! Oompa!"
"Creepy Oompa Loompa…" Sara mumbled softly.
Mikey clapped his hands in excitement and giggled louder.
Sara chuckled.
"Sara!" Grissom’s voice carried
easily into the living room from down the hall.
"Yeah?" She closed her eyes briefly
as she heard something crash to the floor in their bedroom.
"Do you know where my tie is?"
Mikey continued to giggle at the movie. She lightly
fingered his brown curls as she narrowed her eyes. "And…which tie would
that be?"
"The black one…with the silver stripe in
it."
She thought for a moment before shaking her
head. "No idea…where did you leave it?"
"Well, if I knew that, I’d know where it
is now…wouldn’t I?"
Sara smiled at the frustrated tone in her
husband’s voice. Lifting her son from the couch, she sat him on the floor
beside of Rusty and ruffled his hair. Mikey looked up
into his mother’s eyes.
"Your father is hopeless…"
"Popeluss."
Her smile widened as he turned his head
forward and laughed loudly as Augustus fell into the chocolate river. "He falled!"
"He fell…"
"Yup!"
She grinned at her son as she shook her head
gently. "I’ll be right back, okay?"
"Why?"
"I have to go help your father…"
"Popeluss."
"Yeah…he’s hopeless…" She chuckled
as she walked down the hall.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Damn it!" Grissom rifled through
his tie rack for the third time. "Where the hell is it?"
"You really should calm down…"
He huffed as he began to search the closet
floor. "I’m going to be late, Sara. I have to be in court at 10…"
"Gil…"
He looked over his shoulder to find her
leaning against the bedpost with a smile on her face and the tie in question in
her hand. "Is this the one you’re looking for?"
He scrambled to his feet, smoothing his shirt
down. "Where did you find it?"
"Where you left it…"
He quickly tied the knot, scowling as he
looked down at it. "Why is there a crease in the middle of it?"
"Maybe because of the way it was tied the
last time you used it…"
"Sara, I don’t tie them here…I tie…"
His eyes shot to hers. He blushed quickly as he read the smile in her eyes.
"Uh…where exactly did I leave it?"
"Draped over the bottom railing of the
headboard…"
"Fuck…"
She chuckled lightly as she walked over to the
closet. "Well, yeah…"
"Sara!"
Her chuckle turned into full-blown laughter as
she pulled out a similar tie. "How about this one?"
"That won’t go with what I’m
wearing…"
She looked at his attire and narrowed her
eyes. "Gil…it’s the same tie, only the stripe is green instead of silver.
You’re wearing a black suit with a white shirt…"
"The green is too dark for this
suit."
She rolled her eyes as she replaced the tie
and looked for another. "You can be such a child sometimes."
"Why? Because I want to look nice for
court?"
She slid a black tie with a gray checkered pattern from the tie rack and tossed it to him.
"No…because it’s only a tie."
He glanced at the one he had caught and sighed
as he slid it underneath his collar. He quickly tied the knot and slid his
jacket on. "Well, I like that tie…"
"You should’ve thought about that
before…"
He narrowed his eyes and straightened his tie.
"Does this look alright?"
"Wonderful." She moved between him
and the door. "Now, if you’re finished with your little panic attack…I
have to get back to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate
Factory."
He stared at her as she walked out of the
room. "Sara?"
She paused and looked towards his soft voice.
"Hm?"
"Thank you…and…I’m sorry."
She offered him a wink, which resulted in a
smile from him.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He walked into the living room to find his
wife and son sitting on the floor laughing at the movie. "Hey…"
Mikey looked up at the doorway and grinned. Standing up,
he ran over and wrapped his arms around Grissom’s legs. "Daddy!"
Grissom picked his son up and walked into the
kitchen to grab a bottle of water for the road. Michael gently fingered his tie
as he snuggled against his shoulder. "Wear oo goin’?"
"I have to go to court today…"
"Why?"
He sat his son on the kitchen counter as he
quickly sliced an apple. He handed Mikey a slice and
smiled at him. "Well, I have to tell the judge some things about the
evidence so he can understand it…"
"Ebdunce?"
Grissom chuckled as he chewed a bit of the
apple and swallowed. "Yeah…"
"Comin’
beck?"
He smiled at the boy and picked him back up.
"Of course I’m coming back…I’ll be back by the time you wake up from your
nap…"
He walked back into the living room and handed
the plate of apple slices to Sara, who had moved back to the couch. He sat down
beside of her and offered her a bright smile.
Mikey crawled from Grissom’s lap and settled onto the
cushions between his parents. "Daddy’s goin’ ta cord."
"Is he?"
Mikey nodded his head quickly. "Ebdunce."
"He has to explain the evidence?"
Sara chuckled lightly as her son nodded once
more before glancing at the television screen again. "Oompa’s
beck!"
He slid off the edge of the sofa and sat down
on his blanket, giggling at the little men with green hair.
Grissom grinned as he watched his young son
clapping happily along with the song that the Oompa Loompas were singing. He shook his head slowly as his eyes
focused on the television. "Creepy Oompa Loompas…"
Sara laughed lightly as she placed her hand on
his cheek, turning his face towards her. "I totally agree…" She
pressed her lips to his, sighing as he pulled away slowly.
"I really do need to go…"
Her fingers slid down his tie. "I
know…"
"I’ll be back in a few hours…"
"I know…"
His hand gently caressed her stomach. "I
love you."
She smiled as her hand covered his. "I
know…"
He shook his head in slight amusement.
"Hey…do you think Greg might want to babysit tonight for a couple of
hours?"
"Well…I could call and ask him…" She
gazed into his eyes. "Why?"
He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and
smiled. "Well, I thought maybe…we could catch a movie tonight…"
"You have to work tonight." She
sighed heavily.
He leaned over and kissed her forehead gently.
"Not until 10…we could catch the 6 p.m. show…maybe grab a bite to eat
afterwards?"
She lifted her face slightly and quickly
captured his lips. He groaned as he pushed himself from the couch as he pulled
away from her kiss. "You make it…very hard…to go to work sometimes."
She glanced at the bulge in his slacks and
grinned. "Not the only thing I make hard, I see…"
He shook his finger at her as he shot her a
mock-glare. "Not funny…" He glanced at the giggling boy in the floor
and knelt down beside of him.
He poked his son’s shoulder. "Hey,
you…"
"Hey!"
"Are you going to give Daddy a goodbye
hug and kiss?"
Mikey jumped up and wrapped his arms around Grissom’s
neck. "Wub oo,
Daddy!"
"I love you too, Weevil. Be a good boy,
okay?"
"Yep. Be good, Daddy!"
Grissom chuckled as the boy released him from
his grasp. He walked to the door and smiled at their son laughing over the
movie. He turned to Sara and kissed her lips softly. "I’ll see you
soon…"
"Be good…" She gave him a wink as
she pushed him out the door.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Her son had fallen asleep shortly after the
movie ended. He was sprawled across his blanket on the floor, Rusty gripped
tightly in his hands. She smiled at the sight as she picked up the phone and
quickly dialled Greg’s number.
"Hey, Sara! What’s up?"
"You know…sometimes I hate caller
ID…"
Greg chuckled and swallowed the potato chip he
had shoved in his mouth. "Ah…but if I didn’t have caller ID, I wouldn’t
have answered the phone…and you wouldn’t be listening to my gorgeous voice
right now…"
"Uh-huh…"
"Where’s Grissom at?"
"Court…why?"
"So…want me to come over?"
She laughed loudly and glanced at Mikey to make sure she hadn’t woken him.
"Actually…"
"Ooh…hot date with the hubby?"
"I would love to hear you call him ‘the
hubby’ to his face…"
"I may be adorable, but I’m not
stupid…"
"You may be funny, but not quite
adorable…"
"Ouch." He laughed into the
receiver. "So, I get to see my bugboy tonight?"
"If you’re not busy…I mean, he just kind
of sprung this on me before he left. If you have plans…"
"No…no plans. Jessie is working until 11
tonight…whatcha got planned?"
"Just a movie…maybe a quick dinner
afterwards…"
"Just a movie, huh? Since when is it
‘just a movie’?"
Sara closed her eyes as she blushed lightly.
"Since I’m seven months pregnant, maybe…"
"Oh, yeah…" He chuckled lightly.
"What time do you want me there?"
"Well…" She glanced at the clock and
secretly hoped that he had gone straight to bed after working last night.
"He wants to catch the 6:00 showing…since he has to work tonight.
Maybe…5:30?"
"No problemo. I
gather since he has to be at work, you’ll be home before 10, then? Because…I
have to work tonight too…"
"Yeah…if you want, you can bring your
clothes with you and take a shower after Weevil goes down for the night…"
"Okay, cool. I’m just going to take a
nap…care to give me a call around 4:30 just to make sure I’m awake?"
"Sure…thank you so much, Greg."
"No biggie. I’ll see you then…"
"Okay…bye."
She smiled as she hung up the phone. She
stretched out on the couch, yawning as she fought to keep her eyes open.
She quickly lost the battle.
Grissom walked into the living room, smiling
as he saw his family sound asleep. He carefully made his way to his son and
picked him up as his eyes focused on his wife. He chuckled softly as he carried
Mikey down the hall and placed him in his crib. He
watched the small boy shift into a more comfortable position in his sleep.
Grinning, he pulled the soft cotton blanket over his sleeping son’s body and
whispered a soft "I love you" before slowly exiting the room.
He slipped into their bedroom and quickly
removed his suit. Smiling as he hung up his tie, his thoughts drifted to the
woman sleeping on the couch in the living room. He sighed softly, for the
millionth time wondering what he had done in life to deserve her.
He grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the
dresser drawer and stepped into them.
"Dressing up for tonight?"
He turned towards the voice and smiled.
"I thought you were asleep…"
"I woke up…" She shrugged her
shoulders as she walked towards him. She took the t-shirt from his hand and
dropped it on the floor.
"Why did you do that?"
She grinned as her fingers roamed over his
chest. "Less I have to deal with later…"
"Oh?" His eyes closed as she pressed
her lips to his shoulder.
Her hand slid down his torso. He inhaled
sharply as her fingers skimmed over the skin directly above the waistband of
his sweats. She flashed him a sly grin as she brushed across the bulge in his
pants.
"I think someone wants to come out and
play."
"You think?" He returned her grin.
He took her hands in his and led her to the
bed. As she sat down on the firm mattress, she pulled her shirt over her head
and let it fall to the floor.
"How was court?"
He watched her remove her bra and lay back
onto the pillows. "I don’t think anyone will ever understand linear
regression…"
She licked her lips as he reached over and
gently tugged her pants down her legs. "So…what did they understand?"
He slid his sweatpants off and tossed them on
top of her pants before he crawled onto the bed beside of her. "Dental
impressions on the bone."
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and
stroked slowly. "Nice…"
He nodded as his hand slid over her hip.
"The bugs were more impressive though…"
"I…wasn’t talking about the dental
impression…" She gripped his erection and tugged gently. "This
is what I was talking about…"
He groaned softly and slid his hand between
her legs. His tongue plunged into her mouth as she began to stroke him more
forcefully. He thrust into her hand as his finger pressed into her wet folds.
He felt the low rumble in her chest as she moaned into his mouth.
"Mommy!"
Two voices groaned in slight frustration as
their hands dropped to the bed. She offered him a soft apology as she climbed
out of the bed and grabbed her robe.
"Mommy!"
Her dark eyes glistened as he stood and pulled
his sweatpants back on. "Coming Weevil…"
"Now?"
She closed her eyes, a tear rolling down her
face as her husband caressed her cheek. "Yeah, I’m coming now
Weevil."
"kay!"
His thumb brushed the tear away as he kissed
her lips softly. "Hey…it’s okay…"
"I want you." She stated simply.
He sighed as he walked into the hallway behind
her. "You have me…"
"Mommy!"
Grissom mustered a chuckle at the impatient
tone in his son’s voice. "Go get him, I’ll go take a shower and meet you
in the living room…"
She glanced at the hardened flesh barely concealed
by the dark fleece. "You’re going to take care of that, aren’t you?"
When he hesitated too long with his answer,
she took a deep breath and turned towards their son’s room. "I wanted
to…"
His arms enveloped her from behind as he
placed a tender kiss on her neck. "Later, honey…I promise…"
She turned her head and quickly captured his
lips as he began to pull away from her.
"Mommy! Wan’ out!"
She chuckled as she relinquished her husband’s
lips. "Our son is entirely too verbal…"
He grinned, nodding in agreement. "I’m
off to the shower…" He looked into her eyes and smiled brightly. "I
love you."
"Love you too."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
She smiled at her impatient son as she walked
into his room. "And your problem would be what, young man?"
"Wan’ out!" His fingers gripped the
railing as he bounced up and down.
"Okay, okay…" She carefully lifted
him out, wincing at the slight twinge in her back. She placed him on the floor
and smiled as he ran out of the room.
"Wearz
Daddy?" His voice called from the living room.
She followed his voice to find him standing in
the middle of the room. She sighed inwardly as she heard the shower start.
"He’s in the shower…he’ll be out in a few
minutes…"
He giggled as he grabbed a gook from one of
the lower shelves. "Weed?"
She grinned as she took the book from his
small hands.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Having fun?"
Both sets of eyes shifted towards the doorway.
"Daddy!" Mikey
slid from the couch and ran across the floor. He held his arms up as he jumped
up and down directly in front of Grissom. "Hug!"
Grissom grinned as he reached down and picked
the boy up. "What was Mommy reading to you?"
"Bug book!"
Grissom tilted his head, confusion showing in
his blue eyes. "Bug book?"
He glanced towards Sara, laughing as she held
the book out for him to see. "A Bug’s Life?"
She nodded as he sat down beside of her,
placing their son on the floor to play. "Apparently, anything with bugs of
any sort is the perfect reading material…"
He watched Mikey
load his stuffed animals into the small wagon in the corner. "Whatever
happened to The Poky Little Puppy?"
"He ran away…"
Grissom laughed as he watched Mikey put Rusty in the front of the wagon. "He likes
bugs…"
"Mm-hm…" Her fingers traced a light
pattern on his denim-covered thigh. "You look nice."
He offered her a shy grin as he looked into
her eyes. "Thank you…"
Sara focused her gaze on her son as she felt a
flash of panic. "Gil…"
Hearing the odd tone in her voice, he turned
to look at her. "What’s wrong?"
She shrugged her shoulders as the panic faded
away. "I don’t know. You think we can just stay home tonight?"
"Sara…Greg’s going to be here in…"
He quickly glanced at his watch before finding her eyes again.
"…forty-five minutes, give or take a few."
She nodded slowly. "I know…but…"
"Sara, what is it?"
She sighed as she leaned her head on his
shoulder. "I don’t know…"
He brushed his fingers through her hair and
smiled. "We just need a few hours alone…that’s all. And…Weevil loves
Greg…"
Their son turned his head towards them
quickly. "Gweb?"
Grissom chuckled as he gently ushered his wife
from the couch. "Yeah…Greg’s coming…"
"Yay!"
Grissom smiled at Sara as he shrugged.
"Just…a few hours…"
She sighed heavily and nodded.
"Okay…"
He watched her with concern in his eyes as she
left the room get ready. After she had left his sight, he sighed lightly.
Turning his attention to the boy pulling his wagon across the floor, he smiled.
"Hey, Weevil?"
"Hey!"
"Want to come over here and play with
Daddy for a while?"
He dropped the handle of the wagon and
giggled. "Yay!"
Grissom laughed as he joined Mikey on the floor.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Greg glanced at the clock as the doorbell
rang. "Nine o’clock…who would come by for a visit at nine o’clock?"
He sighed as he pushed himself up from the
couch before the doorbell woke up the young boy sleeping down the hall. He
opened the door to find a woman who was obviously upset.
"Yes?"
"Hi…I’m so sorry to bother you right now,
but…my car…" She waved her hand in the direction Greg assumed her car to
be. "It…broke down. And my battery on my cell phone is dead. I was
wondering if I could use your phone to call AAA…"
Greg thought for a moment before stepping to
the side and allowing her to step into the house. He offered her a warm smile
as he closed the door.
"These floors are beautiful…"
"Oh…thanks, but they’re not mine…well, I
mean…the house isn’t mine." He stopped his voice when he realized he was
rambling. "Sorry…let me just get the phone for you…"
"Sorry to be so much trouble, I know it’s
kind of late…"
"Oh, you’re no trouble. Sounds like your
car is…"
"No…actually, I am…"
Greg stopped his movement and began to turn
around to look at the woman.
The room faded to blackness before he met her
face.
Sara stood with her back against the wall, her
jacket draped over her arms which were crossed in front of her. She smiled at
the man standing in the candy counter line. He returned her smile and moved
another step forward.
As she waited for him to return with her
popcorn and Sno-Caps, she studied the numerous
posters of the movies that either were showing or would be showing soon.
"Sara?"
Wrinkling her brow, she turned towards the
male voice speaking her name. Her eyes widened as she saw the man standing in
front of her. "Hank…"
"Hey! I thought that was you. How have
you been? I haven’t seen you around in a long
time…"
"Yeah…well, I’ve been somewhat
busy…"
He offered her a bright grin and moved closer
to her. "So…you still married?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Yes."
He placed his hand on the wall above her head
and leaned into her personal space. "Happily?"
She took a step to the side as she glared at
him. "Very."
"Elaine and I broke up a few months
ago…"
"Why am I not surprised?"
He opened his mouth to speak, closing it
quickly when he saw her eyes shift and her lips turn up at the corners in a
bright smile.
"Hey…" Her voice was soft as she
spoke to her husband.
"Hey…" He returned her smile before
he turned to look at the young man who had taken a step back. "Is there a
problem?"
"I…was just saying hi…"
"So, have you said it?"
"What?"
Grissom’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Hank.
"Have you said… ‘hi’?"
"Oh…uh…yeah, I have."
He gave a slight nod of his head as he took
Sara’s jacket and draped it over his own arm, exposing her protruding abdomen.
"Well, then you’ll excuse us as we have a movie to see."
Hank’s eyes dropped to the newly revealed
addition. "Oh…"
Sara offered Hank a sweet smile as she rubbed
her stomach. "Bye, Hank…"
He nodded slowly. "Yeah…"
After taking a few steps forward, Grissom put
a hand on her arm to stop her movement. Giving her a wink, he silently
requested she stay there. He turned around and retraced his steps, stopping
directly in front of the dazed man.
"By the way, Hank…in case she didn’t
answer your question clearly enough for you…yes, we’re extremely happily
married. Sorry to hear about Elaine…but, nice to see she wised up to see you
for what you really are." He grinned as Hank’s mouth opened slightly.
"Goodbye, Mr. Peddigrew."
Hank stared after the couple as they walked
into the theater.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Grissom smiled as he watched Sara grab another
handful of popcorn. "You’re going to eat all of that before the movie even
starts…"
She grinned as she shrugged her shoulders.
"I can’t help it…"
She tilted the box towards him, leaning over
to place a kiss on his cheek as he grabbed a few kernels of popcorn.
"Thank you…"
He leaned back, his brow furrowing slightly.
"For?"
Her smile widened as she took the box back
into her sole possession. "Earlier…you know, coming to my rescue…"
He chuckled softly and shook his head.
"Oh, I hardly think I came to your rescue. I’m sure you were handling the
situation perfectly…"
She nodded in agreement and swallowed the
popcorn. "It was still nice…"
"Well…I don’t really like him."
"I know…" She chuckled gently as the
lights lowered, signalling the beginning of the previews.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Halfway through the movie, she felt the panic
begin to stir in the pit of her stomach once again. Grissom turned to look at
her as her fingers tightened around his hand.
"Hey, you okay?" He whispered
softly.
Her eyes met his in the semi-darkness and she
forced a smile to her face. "Yeah…the boys are just shifting…"
He regarded her closely for a moment before he
placed his hand on her stomach. Feeling his unborn sons move under his touch,
he smiled.
The panic calmed somewhat and she placed her
head on his shoulder. Reaching into the box for some popcorn, he chuckled as he
found it was empty.
"Sorry…"
He gave her a wink and a bright smile.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
They walked out of the cinema after the movie,
her hand held securely in his. She grinned as she noticed him watching the
crowd carefully. "I…think he’s probably gone now. And…even if he were
here, I don’t think he’d be stupid enough to approach me again…"
"Who?" His eyes continued to scan
the mass of people.
She laughed lightly and squeezed his hand
tighter. "You hungry?"
He nodded as he looked into her smiling eyes.
"I could definitely eat…"
They walked down the street and walked into a
small café. As they seated themselves at a table, Sara glanced down at her
watch. "8:30…that movie went kind of long, didn’t it?"
He nodded as he scanned the menu.
"Yeah…but, it was entertaining enough that I didn’t realize the
length." He looked up when the waiter came over and stood beside of the table.
"Two large apple juices, please…and we’ll need a few moments before we
place our order…"
Feeling his wife grin at him, he turned his
eyes towards her as the waiter walked off. "What?"
"You…drinking apple juice…"
He shrugged as he chuckled. "I was craving
it…"
"Interesting…"
They shared a laugh and talked about the movie
as they made their decisions about dinner. When the young man returned with
their juice, Grissom ordered for both of them. He watched the teenager saunter
off and hand the orders in.
"Think Greg is doing okay?"
Grissom gazed at his wife thoughtfully.
"He always has before…why would tonight be any different?"
Sara sighed lightly and shook her head.
"I don’t know…I just have this weird feeling…"
He took her hand and gently rubbed his thumb
over her skin. "Sara…if anything were wrong, Greg would’ve called…"
"I know…"
He offered her a comforting smile as they fell
into light conversation as they waited for their dinner to arrive.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
She felt something inside darken as they made
their way back home. Sensing her mood change, he placed his hand on her thigh.
"Sara?"
She glanced at the clock. 9:18. "Just…we
need to go home, Gil."
He made another turn. "Almost there. Are
you sick?"
"No…I just really need to get home…"
She looked at him through teary eyes as he
turned onto their street.
"Hey…" His voice was soft as he
spoke to her. "I wish you’d tell me what was wrong…"
She wiped her hand across her eyes and
sniffled lightly. "I wish I knew what was wrong…"
He pulled into their driveway and got out of
the Tahoe. She was already out by the time he got to the passenger side. He
followed her up the path to the front door. His eyes narrowed as he attempted
to unlock the door.
"It’s unlocked…Greg knows better than to
leave the door unlocked…"
Sara pushed the door open and ran inside,
gasping at the sight she encountered. Grissom stopped beside of her, his hand
on her arm. "Sara…"
Greg was lying on the floor, seemingly
unconscious. The house was eerily quiet. Grissom handed his cell phone to his
wife and whispered quietly. "Call Brass…"
She nodded and began dialling the numbers as
she walked over towards Greg. She stopped as she heard her husband’s voice call
her name.
She glanced at him and nodded quickly.
"Don’t touch anything, I know…"
He gave her a quick nod as she knelt down
beside of Greg. He quickly made his way down the hall to their son’s room.
The phone rang twice before Jim answered.
"You better not be calling in tonight, Grissom…"
"Jim…"
"Sara?"
"I…you…we need someone over here…"
"What’s wrong, Sara?"
"I think…I think someone broke in while
we were gone…Greg is…unconscious…"
As Brass spoke, she lifted her eyes to find
Grissom leaning against the doorway. Her eyes widened as he walked towards her
and motioned for her to hand him the phone.
"Gil?"
"Let me talk to Brass…"
"Gil…what’s wrong?" Her voice was
becoming increasingly panicked. "Gil, where’s Weevil?"
He took the phone from her and held her arm to
keep her in the room with him. "Brass…"
"Gil, what’s going on?"
"We need uniforms, an ambulance, and
CSI’s, preferably my team, here…now."
"Would you like to tell me…"
Grissom interrupted him quickly. "We’ve
had a break-in, non-forced entry. Greg is hurt. And…our son…" He took a
deep breath as his hand tightened on his wife’s arm. "Our son…isn’t
here."
Brass closed his eyes as he heard Sara’s
screams over the phone. Knowing he wouldn’t be heard, he softly acknowledged
what Grissom had just told him and assured him that they were on their way.
He heard the distinct sound of the phone
hitting the floor before he disconnected the line on his end.