A/N: Okay, so I'm finally going to finish this story. From what was posted originally, a lot of things have changed and added. Same story, just better. And thanks to the wonderful Emily, this story will finally see an ending. I'm posting what I have so far, in hopes of getting some insight from all of you on what you think and what you'd like to see, and then I will post the new chapters as soon as they're done.
-Touch and Go-
Chapter One: Making Lists
"Oh no Michael, Mommy's doing it again." He teased, staring down at the miniature creation of himself and his beautiful wife, who was giggling with those same brown eyes of hers staring up at him.
"Don't listen to him Baby. Daddy's just upset because he is going to have to carry all the bags in." She said laughing as she pulled on a carriage from the string of endless metal, Michael laughing with her, enjoying the antics of his parents' playful banter.
"Yeah, and the amount of overtime Daddy has to work in order to keep up with Mommy's shopping needs." He threw back, placing Michael into the carriage's seat, strapping him in securely.
"Oh stop your complaining. You love overtime and you know it. And you love taking me shopping." She noted as she riffled through her purse.
"What are you looking for?" He asked, as he began to push the empty cart.
"My list. Did I give it to you?" She asked, a hint of frustration in her voice.
"Uh, yeah…" He quickly felt around in his pockets before shaking his head in the negative. "Must have left it in the car."
"I'll go run and get it." She said as she closed her purse and stuck it next to her pint size child. "Are you going to hold this for Mommy?" She asked, stroking his sandy blonde hair and kissing the top of his head. When Michael eagerly nodded, thrilled at the responsibility, she smiled. "Thanks little man."
"Sara, don't worry about it. We'll just wing it."
"You just don't want me to spend as much. Don't worry, I'll be right back." A snicker escaping with her words, she looked up and gave him a light kiss on his luring lips as she walked out of the automatic doors out to the parking lot ahead.
Grissom turned back around to face his son, waiting for his wife to return with yet another one of her lists. Dog food. Apples. Shampoo. Deli meat. The list always seemed to start off really short with just the items they needed, but soon would be transformed into a book, filled with her scribbles of everything she saw in the weekly ad that was on sale. If they had it, she wanted it. Thinking about though, he could only laugh. She was right. He did love taking her shopping. She was so cute, arranging everything in a perfect order in the cart, comparing prices with the ounces and brand, using coupons, and all he had to do was push the carriage. He was about to release into a burst of thoughts of everything he loved about her, all the things she did that made him smile, when his thoughts were interrupted by a loud intruding noise.
A loud screeching followed by a scream and a pounding poured into the supermarket from the parking lot. His heart stopped beating at the sound. Before even thinking, Michael was out of the carriage, tucked in his arms, and he was running to the parking lot.