PHONE CALLS
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just having tons of fun with them.
Summary: Phone calls really do suck.
A/N: There probably will be some mistakes, so I'm sorry for any.
Grissom slowly opened his eyes and saw his lover looking at him. She smiled, scooted over to him, and used his chest as a pillow. She listened to the steady beat of his heart as he asked, "How did you sleep?"
"Good, you?" she asked groggily.
"Dido," he said.
He ran his hand up and down her bare arm and said, "You know, we have the weekend to ourselves...we can do whatever we want."
She smiled against his chest and said, "Assuming we don't get called in."
"Shut up...don't jinx it," he murmured, kissing her.
His beard scratched the sensitive skin of her cheek, but she didn't care at the moment. They pulled away when they needed air. Grissom looked at the red marks his beard left on her smooth cheeks. He started to apologize, but she silenced him with a passionate kiss. Sara wound her fingers in his curls as he cupped one of her breasts. She moaned in his mouth, and started working off his boxers. He started undressing her as well.
They then heard the sound of his cell phone chirping. He groaned and looked at Sara.
"Answer it," she said.
"But-"
"Answer it...it could be important," she said.
He checked the caller ID.
"Damn it!" he muttered.
He showed her who it was and she smiled when the display read Jim Brass. He flipped open the phone and barked, "What?"
"Whoa, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," said Brass.
"Jim, it was my weekend off," said Grissom sourly. "I just wanted to sleep in."
"Well, we got two missing teenagers...I need you to go to the school where they were last seen," he said.
Grissom listened to where the crime scene was then said, "I'll be there in thirty minutes."
He sighed as he flipped his phone shut. He looked over at Sara and said, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Gil," she said. "Look, we can finish this tonight...we can even shave your beard before. If we would've continued, Catherine would be asking me questions non-stop about the beard burn."
He got ready and ent to the teens' high school. Brass called him while he walked up to an officer.
He listened to what Brass had to say, and interrupted when he said that they had been missing for 14 hours.
After they finished their conversation, Grissom said, "You owe me for waking me up on a Saturday."
He flipped his phone shut, eagerly awaiting tonight.