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G/S
CSI characters are owned by CBS.
*Short piece. What happens when Grissom listens to a conversation…
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Grissom was feeling restless. Paperwork didn't appeal to him, he couldn't work on any of his current cases until he got some lab results…and Sara was out on a case.
He missed her.
Starting a relationship with Sara had opened doors he knew existed but never thought he'd go through again. He'd always feared those doors closing behind him, trapping him.
But a month had passed and he didn't feel trapped; he truly felt free for the first time in years.
Mushy thoughts like these disturbed him a little, so he went for a cup of coffee.
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He heard female voices coming from the break room and hoping against hope that Sara had returned early, his ears perked up. He could only catch pieces of a conversation.
"… she's (mumble) with him (mumble)…"
"…I'd prefer a younger one" said Catherine
Only Catherine and Jacqui, as far as he could tell. He was about to enter the room, when Jacqui's next words froze him on the spot
"… Sara (mumble) happy with him…"
Uh-oh. Sara had apparently told about her relationship with Grissom. That was odd; he'd assumed she'd want to keep it quiet.
He listened in again. Jacqui kept her voice down, but Catherine was her loud self and her words were clearer.
"…But he's old!"
"…(mumble) It's the white hair." Jacqui said "But she (mumble, mumble) crazy about him…"
'Oh, well, that's the important thing' thought Grissom. A little uncomfortable, he wondered if he should leave but Jacqui's next words stopped him.
"… of course (mumble) bad breath (mumble) farts (mumble) hehehe! "
Oh. Oh, no, no, no way! My God!? Was it possible…? When…?
"Hahahah!" laughed Catherine "And she doesn't mind?"
"…Nah, she (mumble) crazy about him (mumble, mumble) loves it when he licks (mumble)…"
'Oh, Sara, for God's sake, how could you?' thought Grissom, reddening. He couldn't believe that Sara had babbled like that. He'd have to talk to her about-
"Are you having a coffee, buddy?" Brass asked him, suddenly appearing in the hall and spooking the hell out of his friend.
Grissom merely nodded and, mustering as much dignity as he could, entered the room too. 'Let's see if they kept chatting in my face' he thought.
Catherine and Jacqui were sitting on the corner, looking at some papers. Grissom shot them a severe look but Catherine ignored it.
"Hey, Grissom" she greeted "Want to see the pictures?"
Pictures? PICTURES?
"Wha… what pictures?"
"Of Sara's new dog" said Jacqui "she adopted a lab last week"
"Sara?"
"My kid sister. She rescued him from the pond. I think I told you, Grissom. You said a lab was a good choice"
"Oh." What Grissom had actually said was "a lab's only as good as the people who do their jobs instead of talking about pets" but she'd apparently listened only partially.
Catherine pushed the stack of photos in his direction and he took one.
A lab, black except for salt and pepper patches on his forehead and muzzle.
Grissom looked closely. An old dog, a happy one, held in the loving arms of a dark haired girl. A Sara.
He smiled.
"That's a handsome dog" he said
