Just What I Needed
I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!
In response to the CSIForeveronline April challenge. A story about Grissom and Sara and an Easter Egg! (But not the kind you eat!) Takes place pre-Living Doll/Dead Doll. I hope you enjoy!
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He really should have known better.
All she had wanted for her birthday was an MP3 player that she could hook up to the radio in the Benz so she could listen to her music while they were driving the old car. Yes, it had a tape deck, but who had tapes any more? Maybe dinosaurs like him, but not someone young and dialed in.
It wasn't so bad. Not really. Except the music was awful. She had a love of 70s music that made him cringe. But that was nothing compared to the modern music. Rap? It was torture. Luckily she only listened to that when he was not in the car. Hell, if getting an MP3 Player meant he would never be blasted by rap music after she forgot to change it back to his station after she had driven his car, it would be fine.
He really wanted to buy her a ring. But he wasn't sure how she'd react. She'd made it clear in previous conversations that she wasn't a big fan of marriage. He'd guessed it was because of her past. Her parents hadn't exactly been great role models. Her previous relationships, from what he had learned, had also left a bad taste in her mouth.
But she had never been in love like this before. That's what she had said to him over and over again. She trusted him. Not sure why, he thought, I've been less than the best boyfriend. But his love was undeniable. Any previous relationship had paled by comparison to the flame that burned in his heart for her. All he really ever wanted was for her to be happy. Because just being near her made him happier, more content, more satisfied than he had ever been in all his life.
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"This is so cool!" she said, smiling broadly, her eyes sparkling.
"I'm glad you like it."
She began singing along with the music "Do ya do ya want my love?" ELO was one of her favorites. She always complained that she had not gotten to see them when they were touring.
"How about keeping your mind on the road?" he asked as she drove and sang. "I think there may be a law against singing while driving."
She looked at him and pouted.
"Just kidding," he said, "I love your singing."
"No," she laughed, "No one would love my singing, but thanks for putting up with it."
Stopped at a light, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "This is a great present!" she said, "But you spent way too much."
"No, dear," he answered, "The smile on your face when you opened it, when you were singing along just then – before you knew I was watching you – is worth every penny."
She chuckled.
"Who are you and what have you done with Gil Grissom?" she asked.
"He's right here," Grissom replied, "Wishing I could get a little closer to you right now."
"Just wait!" she laughed, "We are almost there and we can spend the entire weekend close and happy."
"Just the two of us," he added, anticipating the weekend away from the crime lab and their nosy friends.
The last several days had been difficult. Their good friend, Jim Brass, had been shot by a suspect and had hung on to life by a thread for several days. The surgeon had been a miracle worker and Jim had made a full recovery. The two cases that had been pending were solved, Jim's daughter Ellie was sent back to LA, and life began to return to normal.
They had decided, spur of the moment, to take a weekend away. It was challenging because no one but Jim Brass and Doc Robbins knew about the relationship.
Sara said she was going to visit a friend in California who had just had a baby. Grissom said he was going to do some work on an entomology project.
Brass had a contact number, and promised to call them if they were needed. Catherine would be fine for three days without them. A worrier by nature, Grissom was always certain that the lab would fall apart if he wasn't there. Sara had assured him that they would stay close enough to be able to get back quickly if an emergency arose.
So now, off on an adventure to a little lodge at Mount Zion. They had never been there, but were excited about the visit. It was a three-hour drive, but it gave them time to reconnect and decompress from the last two weeks. They needed it.
A small cabin at Zion Lodge had been reserved under his name. It was more likely that he could say he had been working on entomology in the park if questioned. He told her it was a room, but he had splurged on the cabin. He had big plans and wanted something special.
And now, with less than an hour to go, the couple could feel the tension beginning to leave their bodies.
Hiking, dining in quiet restaurants, antiquing, walks under the moonlight were all on the agenda. All the things they couldn't do while in Las Vegas. (It would be career suicide for both of them if they got caught).
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A/N I hope I got you curious! I wonder what is going to happen? Something intriguing I'm sure!
