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A/N – Wow! The net went daft last night at the announcement of the Season 11 episode 11.13 The Two Mrs Grissom's & it has gotten quite a few of us excited (Thanks to JFO & Margamania for the great news). Right away a humor story started forming in this crazy little mind of mine, so I thought, why not, so here is part of the result. GSR of course, 3to5 chapters long depending on how this develops, AU, no CD, but lots of fun along the way. Please take the time to review this when you have read it, to let me know what you think. Reviews really are important to writers to encourage further writing & they are very much appreciated too.
The Mrs Grissom's Gauntlet A La Vegas – Chapter 1
Somewhat tired and a little flustered after having finished a long complicated shift at the lab, then under shear necessity, had done a harried supermarket stop off for groceries, Sara had then received a cryptic text message on her cell phone from her absent husband, whilst trying to juggle the grocery bags, her purse and the keys to open their condo.
Dropping everything onto the kitchen counter unceremoniously with a grunt, after maneuvering down the few steps and loosing various packages of food items on the floor from one of the torn brown paper bags on the way, Sara heaved in much needed air, before letting it out slowly.
Feeling the cell phone still grasped in her palm, Sara brought her hand up to visibly stare at it in curious thought, while trying to even out her breathing from the previous struggle from her car into her home.
Flipping the phone open again with slight irritation, Sara quickly scrolled through the menu options to her last received text message from Gil.
Expect a Grissom to arrive this evening dear.
Got to dash I am late for my class.
Will call you later
Love G.
Was all that it read, which had Sara deeply frowning at the meaning.
To her memory they hadn't made any plans for him to return home for a visit just yet, and he still had several weeks of his academic teaching contract to commit to, nor has they arranged for her to fly to Paris for at least another three weeks, so this new development was to say the least, puzzling to her.
Yawning mid thought, Sara closed the cell and set it down on the counter, then proceeded to put away all the groceries she had purchased while trying to work out exactly what Gil meant by his vague message.
Okay, lets think about this, we don't have any 'Grissom' offspring...Then Sara paused and blinked in sudden realization, mid way through putting the milk carton in to the refrigerator door, Well unless Gil has sown his wild little sailors in the past and then neglected to tell me about any children he has fathered...
Shaking her head almost in incredulity to herself, Sara continued adding the carton of OJ, cheese and yogurts, don't let your insecurities surface again Sara, your married to him now, you trust him, right? She thought as she placed the fresh greens onto the lower shelf "Yes I do" she said with conviction to the room.
So it's not one of them returning to the geek-nest for a visit to see dear old Mom, or searching out Daddy dearest, Sara thought randomly, then let out a chuckle "Jeez I must really be tired to be even thinking like this" she muttered to herself as she shut the refrigerator door.
Then her eyes went wide at the fearsome thought that struck her, God this doesn't mean that my internal clock is finally ticking overtime, and that my baby making radar is going into full swing does it?.
I am 'NOT' broody!
…...Am I?
No!
I'm not!
I'm not ready!
I'm not the Motherly type!
I don't 'do' kids!
Children and I are...Are...Are like... Oil and water...Not intended to mix!
See!...Even science agrees with me.
She had to take a seat, Sara was seriously concerned now, which is what she did turning around and slumping down into one of the chairs at the opposite counter.
Rubbing at her tired eyes, the CSI three rained in what she thought were just irrational and stupid thoughts to her wearisome brain.
"Oh... Dear …...God!".
Tiredness at work, that god awful smell of vomit in the truck I was processing a while back with Greg, ripping into Nick about Mrs Santiago like I did, dismissing and walking out on Ray, the Sad and melancholy unexpected emotions with Doc in the morgue with the victim...And...What was with that 'Knowing look' from Catherine in the locker room after shift that day? Then her taking the case so I could head on home to rest?
Several recent memories ran in quick succession through her mind jarring her, as it only brought her to one possible conclusion given her current mode of thinking.
No!
I can't be...No!
I can't even form the word in my head let alone voice it.
Okay deep breaths, in...Out...1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10...In again...'Pu ft' she forced the air out of her lungs again in a rush.
Thats just crazy, we've always used protection...I've had my regular cycles...Had my yearly health checks a while back...Not happening...So Panic over...Get a grip Sidle..."Grissom don't you mean", she thought, then mumbled with a tiny smile.
Throwing back her shoulders and sitting upright again in an more determined 'Okay lets think this one out properly' fashion, Sara sighed heavily, it annoyed her to no end when Gil did this to her over their connection to the two different continents.
He'd pay for this, she'd make sure of.
How many times he had done this to her and the others over her years since being in Vegas she'd lost count, but she did however remember whilst investigating the Miniature case, how she had gotten him back by telling him mischievously, 'I'll let you know' over the Manly chickens and the disposable cell phone thing.
Grabbing a hold of the bottle of diet mineral water she'd left on the counter, Sara took a long slow drink from it as she continued to think.
It can't possibly be Hank arriving, I know Gil just wouldn't even refer our adorable pooch as 'A Grissom', he doesn't even like that I call him our boy and often winces when I say it to anyone in public.
Besides I'd need the important transit airline paperwork for the crate, and his identification papers to be able to pick him up from McCarran, so thats him eliminated from this intriguing situation.
Deciding it really was time to head off to bed for some much needed rest, Sara went about her usual showering and getting ready for bed ritual as the only other slim possibility entered her mind.
The elder 'Mrs Grissom', Gil's formidable, but intelligent and forthright mother, was, as she was to believe, heading up some sort of Librarians information and training week out at Long Beach California, so her husband had informed her the last time they were together.
"Nope not her" Sara spoke out loud with certainty, as she took off her robe, eyed her cell phone sitting on the night stand to make sure it was within arms reach, then slipped into their bed.
The woman doesn't even like me, so she's highly unlikely to come visit her only daughter-In-Law while Gil's still over in Paris.
Don't know what her problem is with me...But she needs to grasp onto the fact that 'I am now Gil's wife' for better, for worse and more importantly for life.
Maybe it's Gil and I's age gap?...Or that I'm not an active and practicing Catholic?...But then again, nor is her son at this time.
Or is it that Gil, just simply has another woman in his life now, one that quite clearly takes care of all his needs and desires, she thought as she rinsed off her toothbrush.
A woman, His wife no less, that not only doesn't have to even try to get his attention, but has his plentiful affection heaped upon her at every opportunity, She pondered briefly, but not for the first time.
Sara recalled her first meeting with Gil's Mom some time after they were married, and the somewhat curt, but forced greeting the other woman had offered as her son proudly kissed his new wife on the temple, while holding his arm possessively around her lower back, announcing their news.
Oh well I have tried to get along with her for Gil's sake, and made a real concerted effort to learn how to be able to communicate with her. What more can I do? Sara thought as her eyelids drooped and she felt the pull of impending sleep.
Letting out a relaxing moan, she let her tired body sink into the mattress as further thoughts of her Mother-In-Law faded into much more enjoyable ones of her husband, and their past Parisian trysts.
Snuggling into Gil's pillow in their ample sized comfy bed, her arms wrapped around it, as she inhaled the barest of hints of his unmistakable scent, still infused within it, Sara grinned broadly at the only conclusion to the mystery that was Gilbert Grissom's text message.
If I know Gil, he was rushing for his stop over flight connection, when he sent the text.
He knows I have the next two nights scheduled off shift, and that I'm not on call for the lab.
Wouldn't want to enter the house without some kind of pre-warning to expect him, while I might be sleeping.
He doesn't want me getting startled and having to pull my gun, this one made her smile affectionately at his ever caring and loving forethoughts.
Gil's coming home for a visit!
And we've got plenty of time to reacquaint ourselves with each other too.
Oh I don't think we'll be going very far from the bedroom for the next forty eight hours, she grinned wickedly at all the thought of the things she intended to do with her husband, for him and he for her too.
Sara squealed into the padding of the pillow, and kicked her legs in rapid succession against the mattress like some excited school girl, indulging privately in her own little celebration.
Ten minutes later she was relaxing again and finally letting sleep overtake her, a soft, happy smile rested on her slacked mouth, as her breathing even out.
A/N – Want more? The humor is about to begin with the next chapter, hold on for the GSR roller-coaster ride. I hope you enjoyed this first installment of this story, I will post again possibly over the weekend, or earlier all things permitting – Thank you for reading & Happy Thanksgiving to all those that celebrate the holiday :)
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