TITLE: Tu Me Mangues
AUTHOR: MSCSIFANGSR aka Chauncey10
FANDOM/SHIP: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation/GSR
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, I just play with them, because I miss them on the screen together.
NOTES: A double drabble. So, I'm watching the French Open on ESPN today and this popped into my mind and wouldn't let go. I swear I couldn't shake it until I wrote down. Title means 'I miss you'.
WORD COUNT: 200 words
SPOILERS: Every show aired in the U.S. to date.
THANKS: to Jelly and to Sylvie for the help...
The heavy clouds hung over Roland Garros as Grissom watched the two Russian blondes battle on the red clay court.
When ball and racquet collided, a loud grunt escaped each woman. He'd asked his companion, a colleague from the Sorbonne, why they nearly cried out in pain with every swing; he replied, "Puissance": French for 'power'.
The term immediately brought an image of his wife, naked and powerful, collapsing in his arms on her last visit. Sara was definitely very vocal in bed.
The humidity from the earlier ninety second thunderstorm or the thought of his bride left him longing and breathless.
When his cell phone vibrated in his pocket, it was a text from her.
Is it worth it?
What?
300 bucks?
What?
Maria Sharapova, in her gray and black tennis dress, whipping in the wind, took the first set winning 5 unanswered games.
You paid 300 bucks to get in the Open, didn't you?
How do you do it?
Huh?
How do you know what I'm doing from 5500 miles away?
I'm watching the match free on ESPN. You are in the upper deck with that pompous ass, Henri.
I love you.
I love you, too.