A Wish From The Fairy God Mother
A/N: I'm not sure where this idea came from, I just sat down and started to write, and this is what the result was ;)
Hope you all enjoy!
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It had been painfully obvious to the team that Sara was missing her husband, and who could blame her.
He was in Sorbonne, whilst she was halfway across the world in Las Vegas.
With a nine hour time difference between the pair, even talking on the phone was hard to do. Grissom was teaching when Sara was sleeping, and Grissom was sleeping when Sara was working.
They stole a few moments a day where they would ring each other, just for a few minutes. To get to talk at all was better than nothing.
Then they had their cyber dates. They always worked through their schedule to arrange a time sutiable for both, where the could spend and hour or two on a video call to each other. They would talk about their days, any interesting cases that Sara worked, which Grissom was only too eager to hear about. They talked about Grissom's lectures, and Sara would suggest a few ideas of tactics he could use in the seminars. Grissom was alway eager to hear about the team, he missed them dearly, they were like a family to him.
But, it was nothing in comparison to how he missed Sara. She was his family. His beautiful, young, intelligent bride. He physically ached without her.
Sara was much the same. Even though she had been gone six months, it was like six months without half of herself.
Of course she visited him every couple of weeks, for a weekend on an entire week if she could get that much time off from work. She had become so accustomed to her life with Grissom whilst in Costa Rica, and then when they moved to Paris.
The mornings lying in bed curled up together before going for coffee and crossiants or crepes, before Grissom had to go to his lectures. When he returned, they would go for a walk through the beautiful city, before returning home to spend the night together.
They rented an apartment on the Champs-Élysées, a prestigious avenue in Paris. Admittedly, it was a little out of the way of Sorbonne, but Grissom would rather have the beauty that surrrounded him on the Champs-Élysées. The extra twenty mintues or so commuting was worht it.
With its cinemas, cafés, luxury specialty shops and clipped horse-chestnut trees, the Avenue des Champs-Élysées is one of the most famous streets in the world, he wasn't about to miss out on that.
At night, it was breathtaking. The Arc de Triumph lit up the sky and in the distance, the glittering lights from the Eiffel Tower was astounding.
The only downside for Sara, was there was nothing for her to do only wait for Grissom to return to her. She couldn't go to his lectures with him, and their research had been stalled as they awaited funding. She wandered around the alien city, trying to find her barings and find something to amuse herself.
When the call came from Ecklie, she did instantly want to return, but she never expected she would miss Grissom as much as she did.
She had started waking when she should be sleeping, knowing he would just be returning from his lectures to the lonely apartment, and she would ring him and talk away.
It was worth her tiredness in the mornings.
Although shw wouldn't admit it, the team noticed. Greg, Nick, Catherine, and even Ray had all expressed their worries, not to the firery brunette, but to each other.
She was pale, and the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep were evident. Greg had also mentioned she seemed thinner.
Apart from those few minor details, she was still the sharp-witted Sara Sidle, now Grissom, everyone loved, or hated for that matter.
Often, without meaning to, one of them would stumble across Sara speaking to Grissom on the phone, and she seemed radiant as she spoke to the man she loved. Her smile extended from ear to ear, and her laughter was like music.
She worked hard, even better than how she used to. The break away had done some amazing things to her, nobody could deny that much.
As Greg and Nick conversed quietly in the break room, the gap-toothed beauty being the object of their discussion, Catherine made her way in, picking up the coffee pot and pouring herself a generous amount. The coffee had improved recently, and she could only hope it was a permanent thing.
"I think that's a great idea, Greggo, well done!" Nick applauded, grinning.
Catherine turned to look at the boys, her eyes asking the question for her.
Greg smiled at her, beckoning for her to come forth, to which she hasily obliged. Gossip was her middle name, and this seemed juicy!
"Spill." She urged as she took a seat on the opposite side of Greg, leaning into him.
Greg glanced around, ensuring the coast was clear before he began. "Well, you know how Grissom and Sara's anniversary is coming up?"
Catherine looked a little blank, until now, she hadn't known. Nick picked up on this and laughed slightly.
"It's okay, Cath, we didn't either. Dumbo here, overheard her talking to Bugman on the phone, and she mentioned it."
Greg smiled smugly, proud that he was the first to know.
"Well, she kept that to herself." She muttered, a smile on her lips.
"You know Sara, intensely private..." Greg trailed off, before Catherine nudged him to continue. "Oh yeah! Well, they seemed to be discussing about how she won't be able to get over for the anniversary, because we are so short here, and she doesn't want to ask for time off, with everything going on, so she's going to ask for the week after instead.
"I was thinking, that we organise for Grissom to come here, as a suprise to dear Sara. It'll make her day. Give her a few days off, and let them have some time together." Greg beamed, obviously very proud that he had thought of such a thing.
Catherine considered it for a moment before she spoke, "There is only one problem with that, as Sara said herself, we are short-staffed."
"Ah, Greg and I already discussed that. We have no problem covering her shifts for her, and one of Day's owe's me ah... favour, that I'm sure I can call on now to get some extra help around here." Nick offered, smiling. Sara was like a sister to him, and she knew just how much she loved Grissom.
They had had such a hard time together, her trying to get him to begin a relationship, his constant rejection, then when it finally happened, Natalie came along, and then Sara left. Now they were living on different continents!
Catherine mulled it over in her head, before nodding, a grin on her lips. Oh, this would be fun to organise. "Alright then, that's what we'll do. When is it, Greg?"
"Um, next Saturday th-..." He had begun, but was cut off as his eyes caught the brunette heading towards the breakroom, chatting away into her phone which seemed glued to her ear.
He cleared his throat and nodded in her direction, to let them know the conversation was finished until a later time. "Yeah, Nick, Saturday. Football Game, you in?" He asked, hastily changing the subject.
Catherine couldn't help but laugh slivghtly as Nick responded, a little too enthusistically.
Sara did as Catherine did once inside, pouring a cup of coffee, the phone still to her ear as she laughed, turning to face the team who were all looking at her innocently.
She looked a little concerned now, raising her eyebrows. "What?" She asked, wondering why they were all starring at her.
"Umm.. You up for a football game, Saturday?" Nick offered lamely.
Sara rolled her eyes, setting her coffee down on the table. "I gotta go, Gil, the boys are trying to take me to the dark side of football. Have a good day, and I'll phone later." She paused for a moment, her smile growing. "I love you too, Gil." With that, she disconnected, setting the phone down as she picked up her coffee now.
She looked between the three of them, her eyebrows still raised.
"Seriously, guys? Football? Surely there is something better we can do on Saturday." She said, not wanting to be stuck at a football game, it most definately was not her thing.
The three plotting CSIs shared a look, and Greg smirked, "Oh, I'm sure we can come up with something better." He just couldn't help himself.
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