Pool Party
Author: Who do you think?
Just another Unbound response. I think I like it best out of all of mine, less Sara torture. Maybe my Muse got a heart. I better not repeat that near her. Well, R&R. Adios!
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"It was an itsty bitsy teeny weeny yellow polkadot bikini..." Nick started singing when Sara entered the break room.
Sara glared at him, "Nick, if you told anyone . . ." She left the unsaid threat hanging in the air.
Nick held his hands up in surrender, "Sara, you know I would never-" Greg bounced in, "So, Sara, I heard you were shopping with Catherine," he waggled his eyebrows, "for swimsuits." Sara's glare towards Nick deepened,
"Nice." If Greg knew it was probably around the lab by now. She walked out in a huff to find Bobby, hoping he had information on a bullet from her case.
Greg looked at Nick, "What?" he asked.
Arriving at Catherine's to help her get all her stuff ready for Lindsay's birthday party, the 12-year-old had wanted a pool party, Grissom knocked on the door.
"Come in!" called out a frazzled sounding Catherine.
When Grissom opened the door, not without hesitation, she breathed a sigh of relief from behind grocery bags. "Finally, what took you so long? Here, carry this. Linds!" A brown paper bag filled with sunscreen, towels, and all manner of things was shoved into his arms.
"Lindsey?" she called again.
"You can follow me to the park." She told Griss as she headed out the door, waiting for Grissom to hurry up before she locked it.
"Hello."
Catherine glanced back at him momentarily, "What?" she asked, getting into her Denali. Lindsay waved, "Bye Uncle Grissom!"
Pulling into the parking lot almost an hour before the party started Catherine let out a loud groan. Grissom hopped out of his car with the bag she had handed him earlier, "What's wrong?" Lindsey explained,
"Uncle Nick and Uncle Warrick aren't here. Neither is Uncle Greg. Mom's kinda stressed."
Catherine looked over at her daughter and stuck her tongue out, an act that was quickly reciprocated.
Grissom looked around the parking lot for the missing person on the list and sure enough, sitting in her car reading was Sara. She hadn't appeared to have noticed them. Running over Lindsay knocked on the passenger window, causing Sara to jump. Opening the door Sara smiled at the young girl.
"Hi Linds, I was hoping you guys would come early. I, er, one of the things I bought with you and your mom yesterday got left in the bag. I wanted to get it before your Uncle Nick, or your Uncle Greg, got here."
Lindsay nodded, "Okay, mom brought all the stuff we got yesterday so it's probably in one of the bags. Want some help with your stuff?" Before long Sara and Lindsay were working on unloading all types of salad and fruit, some of which Lindsay thought looked questionable.
Meanwhile Catherine and Grissom had already pulled out most of the party supplies out of the car and were now setting up various picnic tables. Unloading one of the bags Grissom pulled out a rather miniscule bikini.
"Catherine?" he handed it over towards his now snickering friend.
"Nope, not mine. It's Sara's."
Grissom's eyes instinctively roved over to where Sara and Lindsay were.
"Sara's?" he repeated, his imagination already at work.
He was still staring in her direction when Sara turned and saw him holding the little bikini. She flushed a deep red. Catherine smirked and, waving a hand in front of his face, asked in a sing-song voice, "Grissom?"
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Bwah ha ha, I am back. So, how'd ya like it? Clicky on the little button. Yep, that's the one. I'll leave you in peace, for now anyway.