Ask Al or Jim to do it this time
A/N – Hi everyone, has been a while lol. Just thought It was about time I wrote a continuance of my 'Santa Grissom's Lap' story I wrote many moons ago, & the fact that it was mentioned a few times recently in conversations. So here you have a kind of sequel to that series of stories. It is 'GSR'', Sara is still at CSI, Gil freelancing, consulting & working at the local University. You'll notice several changes to cast job positions & that I'll be including DB Russell, Morgan & possibly/probably other OC. Set in the future, roughly 5yrs, & that I hope I'll be able to inject a bit of humour into it as it develops. Not sure of how many chapters it will be, nor the posting schedule, so please bare with these rusty fanfiction writing fingers & brain. Please R & R – Enjoy!
Ask Al or Jim to do it this time – Chapter 1
"So that's why you've been encouraging me these past few months to re-grow the beard back" Gil huffed out incredulously as his hair comb stopped in mid air, his gaze in the vanity mirror of their bathroom seeking out those of his wife's, with dismay.
Sara suddenly found a piece of tiny white lint attached to her top very interesting, as she avoided his eyes guiltily.
"No" she replied unconvincingly, concentrating on rolling the tiny thread of material around in her finger and thumb.
Her hip and shoulder resting against the bathroom doorway, "Well...Not only 'that' reason" Sara confessed rather reluctantly, still not meeting his eyes "You know I love your face with or without it's fuzz" she cheekily added, "Besides it will keep you warm in Colorado in January when you have to go for the convention" she hid a tiny smirk as she stole a quick glance up towards the mirror.
Gil chuckled, he was fully aware of how Sara knew precisely how to manipulate him into getting exactly what she wanted from him, their son Gabriel was already a master at the tender age of only four years old.
"Oh so now we're resorting to compliments are we my dear?" Gil asked as he continued with his morning grooming schedule.
"Not gonna work this time I'm afraid" he added with a mental shudder at the memory of dressing up as Santa for the crime lab a few years previously.
Stepping further into the room, coming to a stop next to her husband at the counter, Sara's eyes finally met the clear blue of her husbands as he finished his preparation, placing the comb down "Come on, It's just a couple of hours out of your schedule to help bring some happiness into the lives of kids who have seen way too much bad stuff Gil" She all but pleaded.
Turning to face Sara, Gil let out a long suffering sigh "Can't you just ask Russell to do it? He seems to be the type of guy who'd love the opportunity to do something like this, from what you've told me about him" he asked, placing a dismissive kiss to her temple, before heading back into their spacious master bedroom to seek out his clothing for the day.
"Any way what's with the 'DB' initials thing with your boss?. You lot not found out his real name yet?" Gil lightly taunted his wife, knowing full well that it was driving the team at the lab crazy trying to find out.
Trailing him into the room, not to be dissuaded, she shot her husband a sarcastic grin acknowledging the blatant tease, "Diversionary tactics and changing the subject wont deter me this time oh Master" she replied, referring to his annoying mastery skills of veering away from certain topics of conversations when needed.
"He's way too tall and skinny, nor does he have a beard" She paused,"Besides I've already enlisting his help on the day anyway, so he can't do it".
"How about Greg? He's always up for that sort embarrassing stuff" Gil shot back, as he located his polo shirt in the drawer and pulled in on.
"Too young and excitable to be able to carry it off" Sara defended.
"Nick?" he added quickly.
Screwing up her face, then shaking her head Sara replied "He's already allocated to helping me out setting up and making sure the day runs smoothly.
Feeling desperation start to kick in, Gil bleakly suggested "David Hodges" with a slight wince as he turned back to searching out items, aware that the lab tech was even more awkward with children than he'd been, prior to his own child being born.
Shooting a glare at his back, Sara huffed out "Not suitable".
"Okay. So what about Conrad?" Gil suggested hopefully as he turned and his eyes re-connected with her.
Snorting, Sara shook her head dismissively "No hair, facial or otherwise. Fact!" she retorted.
"He's hardly child friendly material for the task now is he Gil" she emphasized with air quotes "And since when are you on first name terms with our soon to be Sheriff ?" she questioned light heartedly.
Tentatively he began to offer her an answer "Well since he's not my boss any more, and I'm not one to hold long term grudges an all. I just thought..." he trailed off weakly as Sara interrupted him.
"Bullshit!" Sara stated with a chuckle "Since when has Gil Grissom ever decided to play politic? Huh?".
Conceding reluctantly, he offered, turning his back to her once more while slipping on his boxers "Since he will soon be in the position to be able to approve any grant applications I apply for on behalf of the university for research for my students".
Laughing outright now, Sara claimed humorously "Catherine will be so proud of you, to hear that all her nagging over the years about you being political has finally paid off".
"I'm sure she will" he answered flatly "Seeing as it seems to have paid off for her, with getting the promotion to Lab director last year" he turned and leaned his butt against the chest of drawers to look at her.
"Your just stalling Gil" Sara stated now, fed up with not getting the straight answer she sought.
Pulling out the big guns, Sara used his given name, rather than the shortened version most used when not calling him just Grissom. Using exactly the right voice that affected him the most "Gilbert will you please..." she emphasized the 'please' with her best pleading, soulful eyes look at Gil "Be our Saint Nick for the labs charity Christmas party?".
"You'd look ever so convincing for the part, like a real Santa and you know it" she added to get her message over to him.
"With your hair and beard the right length and colour...Those frame-less glasses you have and the little bit of extra..." she trailed off when about to add 'weight around his midriff', but the raised eyebrow from him prevented her from doing so.
"Not to mention Gabe and Brenda would absolutely love it" she lastly, but slightly unfairly added, hoping to tug even more on his heart strings.
A cheesy grin from Sara had Gil breaking the luring eye contact, as she approached him...Damned those beautiful dark brown orbs, and the way she says Gilbert with her honey coated, suggestive tone, Gil thought as he tried desperately to come up with something to turn her down with, causing as least damage as possible.
Using Gabe to get what she wants was a low blow and she damned well knows it at this time of year, His thoughts rambled on to remember the miracle that Gabriel's conception and birth were that year leading up to the festive period, as he searched the far reaches of his brain for a way to reject her request.
She knows I'd do anything for cricket and Bren, to make them happy. She's not playing fairly, He realized.
Pulling on his socks, he recalled the last time his wife had really wanted him to do something he didn't want to do, Promises of sexual favours will be her next attempt no doubt, and how the hell am I supposed to say no to her enticing sexuality and body, when she can still get me throbbing with the barest of touches or looks.
"I'll make it worth your whiiiiiiiiiiiiiile Gilbert" She stretched out the word with a seductive tone, coming to rest against him, her elbow on his hunched shoulder in his bent form, her hand running through his dampened hair.
He groaned as he felt the stirring in his loins "I've just combed that Sara" Gil stated in a mildly annoyed tone, avoiding her gaze, and her underhanded ploy.
Gotta be careful here, or I'll be in the dog house and relegated to sleeping on the couch if I just simply tell her no.
Pulling on his jeans, and cutting the physical contact egging his libido on, he stood to righten himself, Gil's recesses of his mind suddenly had the answer to both his and Sara's problem.
With a huge grin plastered upon his face, his eyes connected brightly with Sara's "Why don't you ask Jim...Or even Al Robbin's to do it this time".
Gil placed his arm around her waist to draw her into his side, then he gave her a light kiss to her lips before releasing her to look for his belt and shoes "Al would be an excellent choice for the job" he said seriously.
He almost chuckled at not only his own genius at solving his immediate dilemma, but at the mental image his minds eye painted of his Coroner friend dressed as Saint Nicholas.
Genius!
Perfect!
You've surpassed yourself yet again with a resolution Gil...
Gets me out of the horrible prospect of stupidly having to dress up and embarrassing myself, while Sara and the kids get their Santa Clause, He thought with mirth.
Win win situation!
Locating his discarded belt from under the edge of their king sized bed, he stood to put it on, not daring to glance over at Sara, for fearing his obvious relief, and smugness would show and annoy her.
Now dressed, he inspected himself in the bedroom mirror, chancing a glance over at Sara's reflection in her silence, which looked to be contemplative and thoughtful right now.
Then noting how his unruly curls had been dislodged by her ministrations, Gil tried to tame them while running his hand through his hair and casually stating "I need a hair cut".
His confidence bolstered by the lack of any comment from Sara, and feeling a tad cocky at his narrow escape he added "And maybe it's time to let the world see my handsome face again".
"Oh no you don't Mr" Sara said in a warning tone...
Tbc
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