Disclaimer: Don't own the Main Characters
Summary: When someone special asked Grissom what his favorite day the week is, find out in these series of one shots why Sunday was his answer. Please read. More Details inside.
AN: Hi everybody, I hope you all have been good. I'm back with a new story, and I hope that since one shots is not usually my style of writing you'll bear with me.
Title: It Happened on a Sunday
Genre: Romance, Drama, Family, Hurt/Comfort,
Rating: T
Spoilers: Subtle mentions of episodes from Pilot to the Finale
Time-line: Post-Pilot to Post-Finale
Warnings: Suggestive/Implied adult behavior
Main Parings: GSR
Minor Parings: None
Other Characters: Gang (Mention Only), OC's
Chapter 1: The Start
September 2, 2040
A white haired, older but still handsome looking Gilbert Grissom was in his home office finishing the last page of a book he was typing on his computer about his most loved academic subject, entomology.
He had long since retired from being a CSI, a job he had for almost 25 years, and after a few short-time jobs after that, he started his second career 24 years ago, teaching. Even when he was a CSI, teaching was still a passion of his, and a passion that was still being fed with no end in sight as long as he still had the energy for it.
When he looks back at his life up to this point, he could honestly say that his professional life wasn't that much of a surprise to him, especially his two long-time careers, but what could really make him take a pause, was his personal life.
If someone would have told him 30 years ago, heck, even 50 years ago, that his life would have ended up where he was now, he would have never believed them, because for the longest time he knew he was sacrificing on having a deep meaningful personal life for his professional one, and he was ok with that. It had been comfortable and complicated free for the first 43 years of it.
But then fate had changed his life's course when he was offered to do a week long seminar, it had set things in motion he couldn't control, sending him down a path that he wasn't quite prepared for, and even tried fighting going down it for as long as he could.
Until he just couldn't anymore and actually let a meaningful love in, outside of his mother's of course, resulting in a new world opening up for him. It made him feel more alive than he ever thought could happen to him.
Of course it wasn't smooth sailing after his love and him started walking down the same path, there were some very unexpected twists, turns and detours.
His moment of reflection was interrupted when he felt a presence, so he looked towards the open door and saw a 6 year old little girl's head peaking inside the room, making him smile. "What's going on little one?"
He sees the little girl's blue eyes, which were the same color as his and her mother's, light up as she replied. "I have to say goodnight, but mommy told me I shouldn't bother you if you are busy."
Grissom shook his head as he placed his glasses down on his desk and pushed his chair back while holding out his arms. "I'm never busy for my ladybug, come here."
The little girl started smiling her mother's and grandmother's smile as she ran toward her grandpa, her short brown hair swaying in the process.
Once she got to him, he tried to hide the wince as he picked her up, then he sets her on his left thigh, and after a hug and a short pause, she asked. "Grandpa?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"What's your favorite day of the week?"
Use to random questions from his granddaughter, he just smiles as he answered. "Before I tell you, what's yours?"
As she sat there thinking, he could just see the wheels turning, then she sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I love the school days, but I get to spend all weekend with you, mommy and grandma, I can't pick one."
Grissom chuckled. "I understand." Then he cleared his throat before speaking again. "It's hard for me to pick one too, but if I had to, I would say Sunday is my favorite day."
His granddaughter raised that famous Grissom eyebrow as she asked. "Why? Good things happened on Sunday?"
There was some Sundays he would love forget, but the majority of them was on the top of his favorite list, so he smiled with a nod. "Lots of good things happened on Sunday."
Wanting to know as much as she could, she asked one more thing. "Like what?"
Before Grissom responded, his mind took him back to a few Sundays he remembers like they just happened yesterday.
Flashback
October 8, 2000
44 year old, light brown haired Gilbert Grissom was sitting at the usual table in the familiar diner, sipping on his coffee when he saw the woman he was meeting walk in, and after he swallowed his drink, he smiled as he stood up when she was near the table. "Hi, I'm glad you could come here before you leave."
The 29 year old smiled with a nod as she sat down, then started speaking while he sat down across from her. "Of course, so what's up?"
He paused while their waitress came to the table to ask his companion what she wanted to drink, then when they were alone again, he finally spoke. "First, I want to thank you for dropping everything and coming here on a moments notice."
When one of his co-workers was under investigation after a tragic event happened to the newest member of the team, he had called and asked for her help, and there was no hesitation on her part.
She waved it off. "It was no problem, thank you for asking me." As he nodded, she continued after a small sigh. "I'm sorry it had to happen though, and everything that went down."
"Me too." There was another slight pause before he continued. "But because it did, which is the reason I had asked you here, and I don't know how happy you are in San Francisco, but..."
He stopped again, so she asked with a smile. "What are you trying to ask me?"
He cleared his throat before finally asking. "We are down a team member, and I was wondering how you would feel about working here."
She looked at him wide-eyed as the waitress brought her coffee, then she cleared her throat and lifted up her coffee mug. "Are sure that's a good idea?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Why not? You are great at what you do, the lab would be very lucky to have you."
She shyly smiled as she placed her coffee mug down on the table after taking a drink before tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "Thanks for the compliment, but I meant what about your team? I'm the outsider who had to investigate one of their own, I don't think they'll exactly welcome me with open arms."
He nodded in understanding. "I realize it might not happen overnight, but I believe in time they'll accept you. Besides..." Then he smirked as he finished. "I think you are the type that thrives more when there is a challenge in front of them."
She pursed her lips with her brown eyes sparkling, then she slowly smiled. "That's some very good observation skills you have there Dr. Grissom."
He chuckled with a nod. "That's what makes us good CSI's, Ms. Sidle."
She also chuckled with a nod. "Touché."
After a few more seconds of chuckling, she had taken another drink of her coffee before she sets her mug back down on the table while Grissom asked. "So, what do you think?"
"I appreciate the offer, I really do, but is there a chance that I can think about it?"
"Of course, but remember we are down a person so we do need to fill that spot sooner rather than later."
"I understand, I promise I won't take too long."
"Ok." There was one more pause before he asked. "You have time for some breakfast?"
There was no hesitation coming from her. "Yeah, I would like that."
They smiled and continued to look into each other's eyes before they were interrupted by the waitress, who came back to the table so they could order their breakfast.
Hours later
Grissom was just finishing up his dishes after having dinner when his cell phone rang from the coffee table in the living room, so after drying his hands, he walked toward it and answered it without seeing who was calling first.
"Grissom."
"Hey, it's me."
Not for the first time since meeting her a year ago, his heart skipped a few beats and a calmness washed over him, which he tried ignoring as he cleared his throat before speaking. "Hi Sara. What's going on?"
She also cleared her throat before answering. "I thought about it, and I accept your offer."
If someone one would have been there, they would have witnessed one of the biggest smiles he's ever had on his face as his eyes lit up. "Really? I just mean that you could've had at least a couple of days, I know it will be a cha..."
Sara cuts him off. "I'm sure, unless you changed your mind."
He shook his head while replying immediately. "No, I haven't. I'm glad you are coming."
"Me too. It will take me a little time to get there because I have business to take care of here, but I'll be there as soon as I can."
"I understand, we'll make due until you get here."
"Ok." There was a slight pause before she continued. "I'll uh, I'll let you get back to your evening."
"Alright, and if you ever need any questions answered or just to talk, you know how to reach me."
"Thank you, I'll see you when I see you."
"Yep, bye Sara."
"Bye Grissom."
When they hung up, Grissom took a breath as he sets his phone back down on the coffee table, when he offered her the job it was strictly professional, but deep down, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, it helped him personally too because the thought of being around her everyday made him feel lighter, calmer even, more calm than he's ever felt before.
He mentally shook those thoughts away and started walking back to the sink before his thoughts took him further down that road, knowing he couldn't afford to get distracted while continuing down his completed free life.
AN: Hope you enjoyed it, more Sundays on the way. Please Review.
