Happy Birthday, Dr. Grissom

So today is Gil Grissom's 52nd birthday. This is a random story that popped into my silly little head about an hour ago, so it's not going to be one of my better works. This story takes place on Grissom's 50th birthday, so GSR is still under wraps.

I don't own anything. CBS owns every character of CSI and anything related to them. Please don't sue me!

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Gil Grissom woke up with a start. Hank, his loveable pooch was barking at him to awaken from his deep and very comfortable sleep, to feed him. Grissom groaned out loud and shushed him. Then his alarm went off. Grissom groaned even louder. He quickly got up and shut it off. Suddenly, his cell phone began to squeal. Grissom added a sigh to his unnecessarily loud groan.

"Grissom" he answered. It was Brass reminding him that he had work tonight.

"I know Jim. Thank you." He replied.

"Oh, and by the way, happy birthday." Jim responded sarcastically. Gil hung up the phone.

After arriving at work, Grissom sat down at his desk to do some paper work on some old cases. The team was doing the same. Saturday nights weren't usually good nights to catch up on paperwork, but tonight, all crime seemed to stop. Of course Grissom didn't mind. He usually got his birthdays off. He often would request it, just so he could have the one night to himself.

After a few minutes, Nick knocked on the door and walked in.

"Hey boss. I um, just wanted say happy birthday. So um… Happy birthday." Nick said shyly. He wasn't sure how Grissom might have taken having his one day requested off of the year, taken away from him. But Gil smiled.

"Thanks Nick. How's the paperwork coming?" He asked.

"It's good, it's good. Hey you wanna have breakfast? It's on me." Nick asked.

"Sure. I got nothing else planned." Gil lied. In truth he'd be meeting with Sara later for some alone time. After entertaining Nick for a few more moments, Nick left and Grissom went back to work. Few minutes later, Greg walked in.

"Greg, how can I help?" Gil asked. Greg sighed and sat down heavily.

"I know you always take your birthday off and I know this is a bad day to ask you, but… Can I get next Saturday off? It's Nana Olaf's birthday and I don't think she has too many left to go or-"

"Greg, Greg. It's okay. I'm not angry at you." Grissom chuckled. "I'm mad at Ecklie. He knows I like my birthday off. He's doing this overtly to piss me off. You've got your day off." Grissom said smiling. He hadn't realized how nervous he made the young CSI feel. He didn't mean it really.

"Yeah, you promise?" Greg asked. Grissom chuckled some more.

"Yes Greg. I promise." He replied.

"Cool. Well, um happy birthday!" Greg said and scurried away. Grissom shook his head. He's a good kid. He thought.

Several hours (and several case files done) later, Grissom looked up at his clock. It read 2am. Grissom got up and went to the break room to take a quick nap. He noticed Warrick sitting down working on a large stack of files. They were categorized so that Warrick could determine which had to be done first. They were first split up into severity of crime then by the date. Older cases had closer court dates, so they needed to be completed first.

Warrick didn't notice Grissom entering the room. He sighed and put his head on the table. The coolness of it surprised him. Warrick had been working on this one particular case for the past two hours and the coffee had run out thirty minutes ago. He was wiped.

"Is that the hit and run off of Fremont Street?" Gil asked. Warrick jumped.

"Sorry." Gil offered.

"It's okay and yeah. I can't find half my notes and what half I do, I can barely read." He explained.

"You were pulling a triple that night, what do you expect? I can't read my notes half the time either. That's why I ask Sara to do it."Grissom explained. "Look, get something from the vending machine. Then come back and take a nap. That's what I'm doing."

"You sure? I don't want Ecklie to be up our butts." Warrick asked.

"Don't worry about Ecklie. I'll handle him." Grissom said. Warrick left for the candy machine and Grissom began to rest his eyes when-

"Grissom! I got to go. My mother locked herself out of the house and I-" Catherine was interrupted.

"Go Cath. I gotcha. Call me when you're on your way back." Grissom said.

"Isn't it your day off?" Catherine asked.

"Yeah, but Ecklie has a cruel sense of humor. He's making me work my birthday just for kicks." Grissom answered.

"Oh." Catherine replied and ran towards the locker room to fetch her things. Finally, I can close my eyes. Grissom thought. But he had thought too soon. Sara came in wrapped around in some sort of sheet. She tugged at it frantically but it was stuck on a piece of her bra wire.

"Gil could you- rrrr!" Sara exclaimed. Gil got up to help her. He began to pull at one piece when Sara grabbed his hand and placed it on the side of her breast to show him where she was stuck.

"Ooo. Well, happy birthday to me." Grissom joked. Sara managed to get her head out long enough to say:

"That wasn't your birthday present."

Grissom smiled. "Oh." He responded hopefully. Sara smirked and thanked him. She then headed towards the layout room. Grissom smiled and proceeded to lie down. Not ten minutes later:

"Hey Gil, I thought tonight was your night off." Albert said. Grissom sighed loudly.

"It was: now it's not." He explained. Doc Robbins shrugged and left Grissom to his own devices. Just before Al was about to leave the break room, Gil had an idea. "Hey Al, can you help me with something?"

"Sure. What do you have in mind?" He asked.

Warrick came back from the vending machine. Stupid thing stole my dollar. He thought. He was just about to complain to Grissom when he noticed a piece of white notebook paper taped onto Grissom's arm. It read:

If you want me to have a happy birthday, LEAVE ME ALONE!

Thanks, Grissom

Warrick smiled and went to the couch next to him. As he closed his eyes to rest, Nick came in.

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