Title: Gemini
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing:
Grissom/Sara
Rating: NC17...I didn't figure it would stay PG for long
Disclaimer: Same as always…they’re not mine…no money...
A/N: Follow-up to MoaNO.
Chapter Thirty Six
“So, what did Mrs. Butler have to say?”
He returned her smile and pulled the crime scene
photographs out. “Peter was a wonderful son and brother. She didn’t know of
anyone who held a grudge against him…no enemies, popular guy.”
“A brother? Did you speak with him?”
“No, he was at work. Didn’t see any reason to
question him right now…”
Sara nodded as she skimmed through the various
sheets of paper. She stopped, furrowing her brows as she studied the small
stack of prints in front of her. “Gil?”
Tearing his eyes away from the photographs, he
looked up quickly. “Yeah?”
She handed him the print she was holding. “What do
you make of this?”
“It’s a fingerprint…” He glanced at the label and
smiled. “Index finger, in fact.”
“Yeah, but…” She traced her finger down the middle
of the print. “What is this?”
He shrugged his shoulders as he handed it back to
her. “Could be a scar…”
“But…neither one of the vic’s index fingers were scarred at all.” She handed
him another print for comparison. “Other than that void in the print, this is
identical to it…”
Grissom arched an eyebrow and placed the two prints
side by side on the coffee table. He studied them carefully, shaking his head
as he realized that his wife was correct.
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
Philip Butler walked through the front door of the
home that he shared with his mother and brother. He strolled into the kitchen
and opened the refrigerator. Groaning in annoyance, he turned around as he
slammed the door shut.
He raised his arm and pressed the heel of his hand
against his forehead. “Shit!”
His mother had called him at work in hysterics. It
seemed that his brother, Peter, had died under some mysterious circumstances.
He had taken half of a vacation day and come home.
Unable to calm his mother down, he had taken the
woman to his Aunt Jeanette’s house. Jeanette always had various tranquilizers
lying around. When he left to come home, his mother had fallen asleep on
Jeanette’s couch.
Grabbing the vase that was sitting on the kitchen
table, he threw it across the room. He angrily wiped a tear away as his eyes
focused on the shards of broken glass. His tone was bitter as he spoke one half
of a sentence to his dead brother.
“Peter, you stupid son of a bitch…”
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
Grissom yawned as he jotted his notes down on the
case folder. Sara smiled gently as she laid her hand on his arm.
“Maybe you should go to bed for a while. You
couldn’t have gotten much sleep here…”
He looked at her hand quickly before staring into
her eyes. “Sara, I’m sorry…for getting angry, for raising my voice to you, for…”
She placed two fingers across his lips in order to
silence him. She nodded in understanding as she inhaled deeply. “I’m sorry too,
Gil. I…”
He cut her off quickly as he brushed her fingers
from his lips and leaned into her, covering her mouth with his. She groaned into
his mouth as his tongue caressed hers. Her fingers wound themselves tightly
into his soft curls, holding him close to her. As he pulled her tongue into his
mouth, his fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt. Shrugging the garment from his
shoulders, he dropped it to the floor beside of the couch.
Her fingers released his hair and grabbed onto his
shoulders as he carefully eased her back. Once her head was resting on the
cushion, he pushed himself back up and gazed down at her. A soft hiss escaped
his lips as her nails lightly scraped down his torso, stopping only when they
reached the waistband of his pants.
His fingertips glided over the soft skin of her
thighs as his hands moved upwards, underneath the oversized t-shirt she was
wearing, resting for a moment when they encountered her slightly damp panties.
As his wife began unbuckling his belt, he slowly pulled the silky material down
her legs.
She looked into his eyes as she unbuttoned his
slacks and slid the zipper down. “I missed you this morning…”
He shifted his body just enough to rid her body of
the blue silk and tossed it to the floor with his shirt. “Me too…”
As his hand covered her soft mound, she tugged his
pants and boxers over his hips, exposing his hardening cock. Her fingers
wrapped around him, stroking him gently, as his fingertips traced through her
slick folds.
As he tilted his head slightly, she squeezed the
flesh in her hand. She smiled at him as he looked into her eyes.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I’m…calculating…”
She arched an eyebrow as he began to blush lightly.
“Calculating?”
“I…uh…yes.” He closed his eyes as she stroked him harder. His
finger gently eased into her, pressing against her spongy walls as his thumb
rested against her quivering clit.
Her voice was barely above a whisper, speaking
softly as she thrust her hips against him. “Calculating…what?”
Slipping another finger into her, he opened his eyes
and smiled shyly. “As much as…God, you feel wonderful…as much as I love…mm…our
children, we…” He gasped as she squeezed his erection again.
She raised her legs, groaning as his fingers thrust
deeper into her. “We don’t…need…another one…oh, Gil…right, uh, now?”
He thrust his hips as her thumb spread his precum over the head of his erection. “Uh-huh…”
Brushing his hand away from her mound, she tugged
his erection towards her, stopping when the head was nudging against her
opening. Stroking his cheek lovingly, she smiled up at him. “Are you
finished…calculating?”
He nodded silently as he eased his erection into
her. His eyes widened as she lifted his hand to her mouth. He groaned,
thrusting harder into her, as she sucked her juices from each of his digits.
She stared into his lust-glazed eyes as she then licked her own thumb, cleaning
the digit of the fluid it had collected from the glans of his hardened flesh.
He stopped his movement and watched her as he
inhaled sharply. She offered him a seductive smile and then licked her lips.
“We…taste so good together…”
He leaned down, running his tongue over her lips, as
she wrapped her legs around his waist. Opening her mouth, she groaned as his
tongue dove in and his hips began to slowly pump into her.
Her nails raked across his back as he increased his
pace. His lips left her mouth and trailed over her neck, nipping at the
sensitive flesh. He blindly reached down and grasped her left leg, lifting it
until her ankle rested on his shoulder.
His eyes searched her face for any sign of pain.
Seeing none, he smiled as he brushed her hair away from her dark eyes. “Is…this
okay…honey?”
She responded with a loud moan as her body began to
convulse underneath him. “Don’t…stop…”
He thrust harder into her, groaning as her inner
walls clenched down on him. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades as her right
leg slipped from his waist. He quickly slid his arm underneath her knee,
holding her leg up as he continued to push into her.
He was rewarded with a loud scream and another gush
of fluid smothered his thickening erection. He moaned against her skin as he
licked the sweat from her neck. Sensing that he was close, her fingers moved to
his hair as she turned her mouth towards his ear.
She whispered three lust-laden words before sucking
his earlobe into her mouth. “Come for me…”
He groaned loudly as she nibbled on the flesh in her
mouth. Her leg slipped from his shoulder as his hand grasped her hip. She felt
the rumble in his chest as his muscles began to quiver.
She released his earlobe, moaning as she felt him
expand inside of her. “Now, baby…now…”
He grunted against her skin as he allowed himself
release. Her body shuddered once more as she felt his semen flood her womb. Her
nails stopped clawing his back, her fingertips gliding soothingly over hot
welts. She gasped as his softening flesh slipped from her.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly
against her chest. “Maybe…we should…argue…more…”
He chuckled lightly as he rolled them onto their
sides. She offered him a gentle smile as she noticed a red mark on his
shoulder. He grimaced lightly as his back pressed against the back of the
couch.
He looked into her apologetic eyes and smiled. “Am I
bleeding?”
She shook her head silently as she returned his
smile. Snuggling against his chest, she sighed contentedly. As she began to
doze off, her eyes suddenly snapped open. Feeling her sudden movement, he
glanced down at her.
“You okay?”
“
He silenced her quickly with a shake of his head.
“Not now, Sara. Let’s just rest for a few minutes. The case isn’t going
anywhere right now…”
“We need to see his brother…”
He nodded as his fingers brushed through her hair.
“We will…later. Right now, I just want to hold you…”
She smiled as she relaxed in his embrace and
listened as his heart rate slowly returned to normal.
Grissom rang the doorbell at the
Their smiles faded quickly as the door swung open to
reveal a slightly intoxicated man. A man who was identical to
the one lying lifelessly on a cold metal slab in the morgue. The man’s
glazed eyes stared at them.
“Yes?”
Grissom shook his head softly. “I’m Gil Grissom…” He
motioned towards his wife. “And this is Sara…we’re with the
“Crime lab? You’re here about my brother, Peter, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir. You’re Philip Butler?”
Philip gave Grissom a curt nod and directed his gaze
towards the officer standing to Grissom’s right. “Who are you?”
“Sergeant O’Reilly. We have a warrant to check out
the house…”
Philip’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh?” He chuckled
drunkenly and stepped to the side. “Well, by all means, please come in.”
They followed the tall man into the living room and
sat down when he gestured to the sofa. Philip fell into the chair and looked at
them expectantly. Reaching down beside of the chair, he shook his head lightly
as he picked up the bottle of beer he had started.
“I take it that Mom didn’t tell you that Peter and I
are twins.”
Grissom shook his head. “No, actually, she didn’t.”
“Is it important to know?”
Sara leaned forward and fixed her eyes on him. “Were
you and Peter very close?”
“We’re twins.” He shrugged his shoulders
nonchalantly. “We could’ve been closer, I guess…”
Grissom studied Philip closely. “When was the last
time you saw your brother?”
Philip took a swig from the bottle and exhaled
slowly. “The night he died.” He glanced at the picture resting on the mantle
and gritted his teeth. “I loved Peter. I love Mom. But…”
Grissom and Sara exchanged a quick glance as
Philip’s voice trailed off. O’Reilly straightened in his seat and stared at the
young man.
“But?”
Philip turned his eyes towards the officer. Anyone
would have to be blind to not see the anger in his dark eyes.
“You know…Peter never did anything wrong. Always had everything going for him.” He glanced at Sara and
smiled. “You seeing anyone?”
Grissom folded his hands together and took a deep
breath. Sara returned Philip’s smile. “Yes, I am. In fact, I’m married.”
Philip nodded and glanced at her hand. Sara shifted
closer to her husband. Seeing the matching band on Grissom’s left hand,
Philip’s eyes darted back and forth between the two investigators.
“Oh…uh…sorry.”
Grissom’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Peter had
everything going for him?”
Philip snapped his eyes back to Grissom and nodded. “Everything. Even when we were kids.
Captain of the football team, Prom King, full scholarship to Notre Dame…”
“So, he went to Notre Dame?”
Philip shook his head sadly. “No, he could’ve. But,
our father died during our senior year of high school. Peter stepped in and
took over his role in our family. He went to UNLV instead.”
Sara tilted her head slightly. “Peter stepped in? Why not you?”
Philip’s eyes darkened even more. “You’d have to ask
Mom that.”
Grissom bit his lower lip lightly. “Philip, could I
see your hands?”
Philip’s brow furrowed as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Sure.”
As he held his hands out, Grissom shook his head. “Palms up, please.”
Philip flipped his hands over, the scar on his index
finger showing prominently. Sara cleared her throat softly.
“Philip…uh…could you tell us what happened on the
night your brother died?”
Philip’s eyes glistened as he looked at Sara. A
single tear rolled down his cheek. “All I wanted was…to show him…that I was as
strong as him. That I was just as…capable…as him.”
“What happened, Philip?” Grissom’s voice was soft.
“I didn’t mean for it…to get out of…out of hand. It
just happened. And then I heard it. The snap…the crack.
I just wanted to scare him…to show him. It went too far…”
Grissom stood up and nodded at O’Reilly. As Sara’s
trembling hand touched her husband’s lower back, he shook his head sadly at
Philip Butler.
“It went too far before your brother died, Philip.”
Philip’s tears continued to stream down his face as
O’Reilly placed the metal cuffs around his wrists.
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
Grissom’s hand gripped Sara’s knee as he weaved
through the night traffic of
“Are you okay?”
“Gil…he killed his brother. His
twin brother.”
Grissom exhaled softly, his fingers rubbing gentle
circles on her knee. “I know…”
Her cold hand covered his as she turned to look at
him. “Promise me something…”
Stopping for a red light, he turned his head and
gazed into her eyes. “Anything.”
“Promise me that we’ll never treat any of our
children differently…no favoritism. I don’t care if
one of the boys excels over the others in anything or everything. Promise me
that they will all know how special they are to us…how much we love them…”
He reached over with his left hand and brushed the
tears from her face. “I promise, Sara.”
She nodded as she sniffled and squeezed his hand.
The light turned green and they made the rest of the
trip back to CSI in an understanding silence.
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
Grissom glanced at the clock in his office. He
fought a yawn, realizing he still had two hours of work.
He rubbed the heel of his hand over his left eye.
Glancing at his laptop, he yawned once more. Flipping it open, he checked his
email and answered the ones that needed immediate attention.
Without really thinking about it, he opened a search
engine and began to type.
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
Grissom looked up and offered his wife a warm smile
as she stepped into his office. She returned his smile and walked around his
desk.
“What are you doing?”
He motioned towards the computer screen. Her brow
furrowed slightly as her eyes skimmed over the screen.
“Hill and
“Yeah, Naomi’s granddaughter goes there. She’s only
a couple of weeks older than Weevil…”
“You want to put Weevil into daycare?”
He shook his head slowly. “I don’t know. I mean, I
love having him at home with us. But…we both work nights, Sara. Neither one of
us are getting enough sleep. Alex and Ant are sleeping in four hour stretches.
But, Mikey is up no later than
“Daycare…”
“Not full-time. You know, just…three days a week or
so. And, not even all day. Just…until
two, maybe three. That way we’d still have plenty of time to spend with
him before he goes to bed. And…we’d be able to get a few hours of uninterrupted
sleep.” He shrugged his shoulders lightly. “I really think Weevil would have
fun there.”
“
“Yeah…”
“Well, how about we give Naomi a call and talk to
her about it…and if it still seems like something Weevil would enjoy…then we’ll
talk to the Center.”
Grissom smiled, pushing his chair back and standing
in front of his wife. Leaning into her, he kissed her lips softly.
“It could give us some time to ourselves as well…”
She chuckled as his arms slipped around her and
pulled her body against his. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed herself
back and offered him a wide grin.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
His hands grasped her hips and pulled her tightly
against him. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered to her. “I think I’m
trying to seduce my wife…”
“Your wife…doesn’t need seduction.” She placed a
tender kiss on his lips and then wriggled out of his embrace. “However, shift
is over…and we have three beautiful little boys to get home to…”
Grissom groaned lightly as she stepped away from
him. She glanced down at the bulge in his pants and grinned. “And he can come
out to play later…once Mikey goes down for his nap
and the buglets are asleep…”
Grabbing his jacket, he followed her out of his
office. “I think I’ll give Jim a call when we get home…”
She looked over her shoulder as he caught up with
her. “Why?”
“Well…I have a feeling that’s where Naomi is…”
Sara chuckled and playfully pushed him. “Just
because Jim was off last night…”
Grissom smiled brightly at her. “I know where I was
on my nights off before we were married…”
Sara blushed and shook her head. “Come on…let’s go
home.”
Grissom grinned and pushed the glass door open for
her.
After sharing a laugh with Jessie over the night’s
events, which included Weevil waking up to help change Alex’s diaper and tell
him a bedtime story about the baby beetle finding his way home, they bid Greg’s
girlfriend a warm goodbye. Grissom was sitting on the couch, still chuckling
lightly, as Sara closed the front door. Sara took her seat next to him and
smiled brightly.
He took a sip of his coffee and looked into her eyes
as he set his mug on the end table. “What?”
Sara shook her head in amusement and lifted her own
mug. “The baby beetle finding his way home?”
Grissom shrugged his shoulders as his smile grew.
“He likes bugs…”
Sara placed her mug on the coffee table and leaned
into her husband. Her fingers caressed his thigh as her lips danced along his
jaw line. Turning his head slightly, he captured her lips with his own. His
fingers threaded through her dark hair, holding her to him as he deepened the
kiss.
She shifted her body, carefully straddling his
thighs. She groaned into his mouth as she settled down on the growing bulge
beneath her. His hand raised and covered her breast, gently kneading the warm
flesh. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as she slowly began to grind her
hips against him. She felt the rumble in his chest as his hands slid to her
hips, pulling her against his heated flesh.
She broke the kiss and leaned back slightly. They
stared at one another through glazed eyes, their breath ragged. Her fingers
pulled at the buttons on his shirt as she smiled at him.
He licked his dry lips; his eyes fluttered closed as
her hands slipped inside of his shirt. She leaned forward, sliding her tongue
across the sensitive skin of his neck. He inhaled sharply, his fingers digging
into her hips.
“Sara…”
“Mommy!”
Grissom’s head fell against the back of the couch as
he fought to catch his breath. He groaned lightly as she slid from his lap,
offering him an apologetic smile. He winked at her and pushed himself up
slowly.
He glanced at the clock and sighed. “He’s awake
early…”
“Do you want to give Jim a call while I go get him
up and dressed?”
He chuckled lightly as she smiled brightly at him.
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
Grissom smiled as he heard the familiar sound of
Weevil’s footsteps bounding down the hall. He looked up as the sound got louder.
“Daddy!”
Grissom leaned forward as Mikey
ran towards him. “Good morning, Weevil. Did you sleep well?”
“Uh-huh. I waked up and hepped
Jessie wif Awec.”
“Did you?” He smiled as Mikey
nodded excitedly. “Did you help her with Ant too?”
“No…And din’t wake up. But Awec
did.”
Grissom picked up his son and placed him on his lap
as he leaned back against the cushions. “How did you help with Alex?”
“I cawwied the diepur to the twash. An’ then I wed him a dory.”
“What story did you read him?”
“About a beedle.”
“Will you tell me the story?”
Weevil giggled and shook his head. “Is not bedtime et, Daddy!”
Grissom tickled the young boy’s ribs, laughing as
his son howled happily.
“What’s going on in here?”
Both Grissoms looked
towards the hall. The elder Grissom grinned as Mikey
continued to laugh.
Grissom shrugged his shoulders playfully. “He
wouldn’t read me a story…”
“Daddy is ticking me!”
Sara chuckled as she entered the living room. “Oh,
is he?” A mischievous grin appeared on her lips as her son nodded quickly.
“Well then…maybe we should…” She stopped her movement as she stepped in front
of the couch and then glanced back and forth from her husband to her son. Then
she lunged at Grissom. “…tickle Daddy!”
Grissom laughed loudly as his wife and oldest son
attacked him. When he laughed until the tears came, Sara leaned back against
the cushions and attempted to catch her breath. Weevil continued to giggle
hysterically as he cuddled against his father’s heaving chest.
Grissom peered over his son’s head and raised an
eyebrow at his wife. “I will get you back…”
Sara laughed and reached over to grab the ringing
phone. “Hello?”
Jim chuckled lightly into the receiver. “You sound
out of breath…did I interrupt anything?”
She cleared her throat and reached over, ruffling
her son’s hair. “Oh yeah…the ticklefest.”
Brass shook his head gently. “I’m sure that I really
don’t want the details of that. Uh…I was just calling because Gil had left a
message on my voice mail earlier…”
“Ah…” Sara smiled at Grissom. “Hold on, I’ll let you
talk to him…”
She handed her husband the phone and motioned for
Weevil to climb onto her lap. Grissom smiled happily at the two of them as he
lifted the phone to his ear.
“Hello, Jim…”
“You don’t sound nearly as winded as Sara did…”
“I’ve had a little more time to recover…” He
chuckled as Jim snorted. “I wanted to ask you a question…”
“As long as ‘ticklefest’ isn’t involved, you can ask
anything…”
Grissom pushed himself up from the couch and
switched the phone to his other ear. “How much do you know about Hill and
Brass narrowed his eyes slightly. “Are you going to
put Weevil into daycare?”
“We’re thinking about it…what do you know about it?”
“Oh…well,
“Okay…” Grissom grinned as he cleared his throat.
“Can I speak to her?”
“I…uh…well…” Brass stammered, causing Grissom to
chuckle again. “Shut up…hold on…”
Grissom caught Sara’s eye, his smile widening. Sara
shook her head in amusement. “You’re an evil man, Gil Grissom…”
“Oo a
eebul man, Daddy Geel!”
Sara broke into another bout of laughter as Grissom
discussed daycare with Naomi.
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
Grissom smiled as he carefully laid his sleeping son
into his crib for his afternoon nap. After placing Rusty in the young boy’s
arms, he leaned down and kissed Mikey’s head.
Whispering a soft “I love you”, he turned and made his way into the bedroom.
Sara stirred when she felt her husband climb into
the bed. She opened her eyes and looked at him as she yawned.
“Naptime?”
Grissom nodded and slid under the covers. “So…what
do you think?”
“That I sleep better in your arms…”
Grissom smiled and wrapped his arms around her small
frame. He nuzzled her neck lightly as he whispered. “Actually, I was talking
about Hill and Dale…”
“Oh…well…” She turned in his arms so that she could
look into his eyes. “What do you think?”
Grissom shrugged softly and placed a tender kiss on
her forehead. “I think it could be good…for him.”
“And for us…”
He smiled as he dropped a kiss on the tip of her
nose. “And for us…”
She tilted her head slightly and brushed her lips
across his. “Naomi seems to be impressed with them…”
“And so is
Sara smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“At least Weevil would have a friend there from day one…”
He returned her smile and let his hand wander down
her side and come to a rest on her hip. “And if he doesn’t like it…we can
always come up with something else…”
Sara seemed to think about that for a moment,
closing her eyes as his hand gently squeezed her flesh. “How about we give them
a call tomorrow morning?”
“Sounds good…” He leaned down and kissed her lips.
“Now, get some sleep…you have to work tonight…”
She nodded sleepily and curled up against him. “Wake
me up in a few hours?”
“Sara, it’s only a little after one right now…”
A smile tugged at her lips, her eyes remained
closed. “I know…but someone was promised playtime…”
Grissom blushed lightly and tightened his arms
around her. “Go to sleep, honey…”
Grissom chuckled as Alex giggled happily. He slipped
his son’s tiny arms through the small sweater and picked him up. “Okay,
Alex…where are you shoes?”
He glanced around the nursery and quickly found them
resting atop the chest of drawers. As he picked them up, he heard his wife’s
voice calling him.
“Gil? Is Alex dressed?”
“Yes, dear…” He chuckled again as he walked down the
hall and into the living room. “I just need to put his shoes on…”
He glanced at Alex’s twin resting on his mother’s
lap as she slid his feet into the tiny Nike hiking boots. “Hey, Ant…does Mommy
have you all dressed and ready to go?”
He was answered with a giggle and a bright smile.
Grissom took a seat on the couch next to Sara and began the task of putting
Alex’s boots on his feet. Hearing the unmistakable sound of plastic hitting
tile, he smiled lightly.
“Weevil, what are you doing?”
“Puddin’ bow in the sink!”
“Sounds like you missed, buddy…”
Sara laughed lightly as she shifted Ant onto the
couch and reached over to help Grissom with Alex. Grissom looked up as his
oldest son ran into the room.
“Come here, Weevil…”
Mikey crossed his arms over his chest and furrowed his
brow. “Why?”
“So I can tie your shoes for you…”
“Why?”
“So you don’t trip over them and hurt yourself.”
“Why?”
“Come here, Mikey…”
“No.”
Grissom narrowed his eyes slightly at the boy.
“Michael…”
“I wanna ware bootz wike Awec an’ And!”
Sara grinned as she lifted Alex from Grissom’s lap.
Grissom motioned to his son, urging him to walk to him. Mikey
pulled at the sleeve of his sweater and took the steps required to stand in
front of his father.
“Your boots have a broken bootlace, son…” He leaned
over to tie Mikey’s sneakers quickly.
“Why?”
Grissom shook his head in amusement and tilted his
head to look into his young son’s eyes. “Because…you wanted to tie them…”
“I braked ‘em?”
Grissom poked Mikey in the
ribs playfully and laughed. “Yeah, you broke them…”
Mikey slapped at his father’s hand as he giggled. “Why?”
“Because you’re Michael O’Brien Grissom, that’s why…”
“Huh?”
Sara laughed as she stood up with Alex in her arms.
“You ready to go?”
Grissom nodded, scooping up Ant with his left arm
and placing his right hand on top of Mikey’s head.
“Yeah…I think we’re all ready.”
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
Grissom pulled into a parking space and switched off
the engine. He turned slightly in his seat. “We’re here…”
“Wear?” Mikey craned his
neck to look through the windows.
Sara opened the back door and unfastened the harness
holding Mikey in his carseat.
“Daycare!”
Mikey giggled enthusiastically and clapped his hands. “Wearz Widda?”
Grissom had already pulled Alex from his seat and
walked around to the other side of the Tahoe to help his wife. Sara lifted Mikey out of the vehicle and placed him on the ground
beside of his father. “Don’t move from there, Weevil.”
“O-tay!” He looked up and
tugged on the leg of his father’s jeans. “Daddy?”
Grissom shifted the baby in his arms and looked down
at Mikey. “Yes?”
“I not sposed ta moove.”
“That’s right, you’re not. Do you know why?”
Mikey seemed to think about it for a moment and then
shrugged his shoulders. “Cuz Mommy sed.”
Sara laughed as she picked up Ant and pushed the car
door closed. “Sounds like a good reason to me…”
Grissom smiled as he knelt down beside of Mikey. “Ready to go have some fun today?”
Mikey jumped up and down excitedly as he reached for his
father. “Up!”
Grissom shook his head, laughing gently as he picked
Weevil up. “Hold on, okay?”
“Why?”
“Because if you don’t, I might drop you.”
He glanced at his younger brother being held
securely in his father’s other arm. “Awec’s not hodding on!”
“Alex is younger than you. He can’t, but you can.”
He kissed Mikey’s cheek. “Because, you’re a big boy,
right?”
“Yep!” Mikey surveyed the
parking lot. “Wearz Widda?”
“She’s probably inside with the other children.”
Mikey quickly looked at his mother. “Udder ones?”
Sara nodded and offered him a wink. “A lot of other
children.”
“Wike my bubbas?”
Sara chuckled as she pulled open the front door for
her husband. “Probably not as young as your brothers, but a lot of children for
you to play with.”
“I wike pwayin’ wif Awec
an’ And.”
Grissom stopped for a moment and placed Mikey on the tiled floor beside of him. “You can walk now…”
“Why?”
Grissom rolled his eyes and ushered the young boy
through the doorway to the reception area.
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
Sara smiled brightly at the older woman who had
stepped up to greet them. “Hi, I’m Sara Grissom. This is my husband, Gil, and
our son, Michael.”
The lady nodded quickly and shook the hand of each
parent. “My name is Eleanor.”
She bent down and lightly ruffled Mikey’s hair. “You can call me Ellie, if you’d like.”
Mikey looked up at his father. “Wike
Dim’s?”
“Same name, different person…”
“Huh?”
“She has the same name as Jim’s daughter…”
“Ewwie?”
Eleanor smiled as Michael turned his attention back
to her. “And what do you like to be called?”
Mikey grinned at the older lady. “Weebul
Mike!”
Ellie chuckled and winked at the boy before standing
back up. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Mikey
squealed happily.
“Widda!”
He quickly scampered off to play with Naomi’s
granddaughter, leaving the adults standing in a semi-circle next to the door.
Grissom shifted Alex to his other arm and chuckled.
“He likes
“He’s a very energetic little boy, isn’t he?”
Sara laughed, nodding in agreement with Ellie. She
moved a suddenly squirmy Ant to her free arm.
“And what are these adorable little boys’ names?”
Sara blushed lightly. “This is Ant…and he’s Alex.”
Ellie smiled lovingly at the two boys. “You two look
like your big brother. Although…you seem to have your father’s eyes…”
Grissom beamed as he kissed Alex’s head. He watched
his older son with pride as Mikey chattered to
“How old is…” Ellie turned to look at Sara. “Did he
say Weebul Mike?”
Sara nodded. “Well, kind of. He’s actually saying
Weevil Mike.”
“Weevil?”
“His father started it…”
Ellie’s rich laughter brought a wave of contentment
over Sara and Grissom. “Okay…how old is Weevil again?”
“Almost eighteen months…”
Ellie nodded and looked at Grissom. “And the
adorable Alex and Ant?”
Grissom’s eyes shone brightly. “Four and a half
months…”
“You both work the night shift?”
“Yes…” Sara and Grissom answered in unison.
Ellie winked at Sara before returning her attention
back on Grissom. “You know, we do accept children as young as six weeks of age.
We still have some openings…”
“Oh, these two are okay right now.” He grimaced as Mikey bumped into a table, knocking over a tower of blocks
that the older children were building. “We’ll see if Weevil gets expelled
first…”
The three adults shared in a bout of laughter and
were quickly joined by Ant’s happy giggle. Alex’s eyes followed his big brother
across the room as he remained quiet in his father’s arms.
“Are you okay?”
Grissom looked up at his smiling wife leaning
against the doorframe. He offered her a gentle smile and a quick nod. Stepping
further into the living room, Sara knew he wasn’t exactly telling the truth.
“What’s wrong, Gil?”
Grissom shrugged his shoulders lightly and sighed.
“I miss him…”
She smiled in understanding and offered him her
hand. He intertwined his fingers with hers and stood up. She placed a soft kiss
on his cheek as she leaned into him.
“Sweetheart, he’s only going to be gone for a few
hours…”
“I know. It’s just that I’m used to him bounding
around here, and…” He glanced quickly at the clock and
sighed again. “…right now, he’d climb onto my lap with a book and want me to
tell him everything I know about whichever bug caught his eye this time.”
“And instead?” She tugged lightly on his hand as she took a couple
of steps towards the hallway entrance.
“Instead it’s…quiet. Alex and Ant are
asleep…and…it’s quiet.”
A crooked smile appeared on her lips as she nodded.
“Which is the point, Gil…”
“Yeah, but…”
He stopped in mid-thought as he looked into her
eyes. “What?”
“You just have no idea, do you?”
He tilted his head to the right and narrowed his
eyes slightly. “About?”
“How wonderful you are…”
“I’m not…”
“Any other man would be glad for the quiet. Happy that he’d have a few hours of uninterrupted sleep during the
day so that he could be well rested for work that night. But…you’re not,
are you?”
“I’m not what?”
She chuckled lightly at his sincere obliviousness.
“Glad for the quiet…”
His eyes darted towards the clock as he raised his
right shoulder in a shrug. “I’m glad that he’s having fun, playing with other
kids…”
“But, you miss him.”
“Yeah…”
She exhaled softly as she raised her hand and
caressed his cheek. “Me too…but, we weren’t getting enough sleep.”
“I know.” He gazed into her eyes and smirked
lightly. “Don’t say it…”
She raised an eyebrow as her finger traced his
helix. “Don’t say what?”
“That it was my idea…”
She offered him a wink and leaned forward to place a
light kiss on his lips. “Come on, let’s go to bed…”
He nodded and followed her down the hall, pausing
briefly to check on their two youngest boys.
“It was
your idea though…”
He rolled his eyes as she chuckled and slid into
their bedroom.
~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~
He rolled over as he began to surface from his
sleep, pushing the covers from his body as he moved. His eyes fluttered open
and focused on the bare back of his wife. He moved a bit closer to her and
allowed his fingers to glide over her skin. He pulled back when he felt her
body shift under his touch.
Fighting back a yawn, he glanced at the alarm clock
resting on the bedside table. He smiled lightly as he calculated quickly and
realized that he had slept for four and a half hours straight.
He wasn’t completely rested, but it was the longest
stretch of continuous sleep that he had had in a few weeks. He smiled as he
stretched his muscles and draped his arm over Sara’s hip. He placed a soft kiss
on her shoulder blade and snuggled up behind her.
He lifted his head and listened for any sounds
coming from the baby monitor that would tell him if either of the young Grissoms were awake. The warm body
lying in front of him shifted, pressing against his chest.
“They were awake earlier…”
He smiled at the soft voice coming from his wife. “Both of them?”
She nodded as she covered his hand with hers on her
abdomen. She shivered lightly as his warm breath tickled her ear.
“Why didn’t you wake me?”
She lifted his hand and turned her body to face him.
“Because you were sleeping…and I was awake…”
His eyes travelled over her body before finding her
eyes. “Why were you awake? You need to sleep too…”
Her hand caressed his chest as she leaned into him
and flicked her tongue against his bottom lip. “I like watching you…”
He parted his lips to respond to her simple
statement. She took advantage of the moment and slipped her tongue into his
mouth. She smiled inwardly when she felt his chest rumble with a deep moan.
She rolled onto her back, pulling him with her. His
quickly hardening member pressed against her thigh as he leaned over her and
took control of the kiss. Her nails lightly scratched the nape of his neck as
she returned his kiss with an equal passion.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he smiled as he
looked into her eyes. “How long have they been asleep?”
Her thumb glided over his warm lips. “We have plenty
of time…”
His tongue snaked out and touched her slender digit.
“How much time is ‘plenty’?”
She lifted her head and nibbled across his chin.
“Make love to me…”
He closed his eyes as her mouth moved over his
Adam’s apple, nipping lightly with her lips. Sliding his body between her
parted thighs, he sighed in contentment as her tongue licked across his
collarbone.
Dipping his head, he pulled the sensitive flesh of
her neck into his mouth. He smiled against her skin as her soft moan resonated
in his ear. His fingers teased her nipple, rolling the erect nub and pinching
it lightly.
He pulled his mouth away from her neck and looked
down at her face. Finding her eyes closed, he slid his hand from her nipple
down to her hip and grasped the flesh soundly in a silent request for her to
open her eyes.
She granted his request and smiled as their hazy
gazes met. He returned her smile, dipping his head to place a tender kiss on
her lips. Her hand left his back and reached over to the table next to her side
of the bed. She groped blindly across the surface as she deepened his kiss.
She groaned in frustration as she knocked the
reading lamp onto the floor, resulting in a chuckle from her husband. She
smiled brightly at him as she pulled her hand back between their bodies, a foil
packet secured in her long fingers.
Her fingers trembled with anticipation as she ripped
the packet open. He raised his hips to give her better access and watched with
fascination as she rolled the latex sheath onto his hardened flesh.
She gave the shaft a gentle squeeze, smiling as she
watched his eyes close briefly before shifting the darkened blue orbs to focus
on her eyes. He slid his hand between her thighs as she continued to alternate
between gentle squeezes and soft caresses.
He moaned lightly as two of his fingers slipped
inside of her warm channel. She inhaled sharply as his thumb pressed down on
her throbbing clit. He bent his head slightly, bringing his mouth to her ear.
He nibbled gently on the soft flesh of her lobe as his fingers easily and
slowly thrust into her depths.
“Gil…”
He lifted his head to look into her eyes as his
thumb gently circled her clit. “Yes?”
“I…need you…”
He smiled as he leaned down and kissed her lips.
“You have me.”
She whimpered lightly as he pulled his hand away and
smiled as he lifted his fingers to his mouth. She bent her legs, pressing the
inside of her knees against his sides, and gasped as she watched him clean her
fluid from his fingers.
Her head pressed into the pillows as he slowly eased
his erection into her. He stilled when he was completely enveloped by her warm
tunnel. His fingers soothingly traced an imaginary pattern on her hip as he
pulled her bottom lip into his mouth.
She groaned into his mouth as he began to slowly
thrust into her depths. Her hands caressed his biceps, squeezing his upper arms
as he began to pick up his pace. She lifted her head and licked a bead of sweat
from the side of his neck before moving her mouth to his ear.
“You…are so…hot…”
He mumbled incoherently as he continued to plunge
into her. She smiled and drug her nails across his
shoulders. His body shuddered, causing his back to arch slightly.
“Oh yes, Gil…like that…oh baby…”
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and
moaned against her skin as he felt her inner walls begin to clench around him.
“Sara…”
Her hands grasped at his sweaty back as her eyes
slammed shut. “So…close…”
“I…can’t hold on…much…oh Sara…much longer…”
She nodded quickly in understanding and increased
her motion against him. “Come…with me…Gil…”
He felt the familiar ripples of her inner muscles as
her orgasm crashed over her. He groaned loudly as he matched her climax with a
powerful one of his own. Her body shuddered once more beneath him as she moaned
his name.
He collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her
chest as she rested her ankles on the backs of his knees. She ran her fingers
through his damp hair as she tried to catch her breath. Hearing his soft
murmur, she opened her eyes.
“What, baby?”
He shook his head slowly and took a ragged breath.
“I’m…sorry…”
Her brows knit in confusion as she shifted her head
to look at him. “Sorry? For what?”
“I…well…I didn’t…”
She smiled as he trailed off and lovingly caressed
his soft curls. “Honey…it’s never been about the…length of time we spend making
love. You know that…right?”
He gave her a brief nod before turning his head to
look into her eyes. “I just…that wasn’t my…well…”
“Hey…it’s not like we’re making love every day now.
We both had pent-up frustrations…and they were all released…” She smiled as she
wrapped her arms around him. “You…you’re amazing…”
He chuckled nervously and lifted his spent body from
hers. With a heavy sigh, he laid down beside of her
and pulled her into his arms. He glanced at the clock once more before his eyes
closed as he relaxed in his wife’s embrace.
“We have to pick Weevil up soon…”
“We have time for a short nap though…”
She yawned as her fingertips traced small circles on
his lower back. She smiled as she felt his body relax and his breathing pattern
change.