CSI: JUST ONE NIGHT
Author: Christiangirl177
Disclaimer: Do I own CSI? Of course not, whatever gave you that idea? (TEE-HEE-HEE-HEE). I'm just borrowing Griss and the gang for a bit.
Summary: Dr. Gilbert Aaron Grissom finds out oh, so quickly that just one night with one Sara Sidle wouldn't be enough.
Author's Note: This is an A/U fic.
Chapter One: Grissom Makes A Terrible Mistake
As Grissom sat in the airport waiting for his flight to be called for boarding, he thought about the events that brought him to this place. He also thought about the fateful decision to cast caution to the wind It felt so right the moment he took the chance at tasting that forbidden fruit. Now, he sat in the waiting area of McCarran International Airport, on the verge of a breakdown of massive proportions.
'What have I done?' Grissom asked himself in thought. 'Me of all people should have known the consequences of my indiscretion.'
At the precise moment, Grissom's plane was called for boarding. He was glad to have a seat in first class, as it meant that he would be able to get on the plane and soon out of Las Vegas forever.
Grissom was in a very dark and sullen mood, which meant that he was in no condition to talk with anyone. As luck would have it, an older lady sat next to him and immediately started talking to him.
"Hi there, handsome," she began in friendly conversation with the quirky entomologist. "My name is Katherine DuPont, but you can call my Kathy. Everyone else does."
'Oh great,' Grissom began in thought to himself, 'I would have to be seated next to a Chatty Kathy.'
"My name is Gil Grissom," Grissom replied simply, wanting to keep everything short, sweet and to the point.
"The famed entomologist, the one that put the Las Vegas Crime Lab on the map?" Mrs. DuPont replied in askance.
"I don't know about famed," Grissom began dryly, "but that's me."
"Well it's nice to meet you, young man," Mrs. DuPont began, "it's nice to see young people doing some good for our society."
"Well, Mrs. DuPont," Grissom began, hoping this conversation was coming to a joyous end, "I'll be 43 years old in about a few months. I'm far from being a young man, as you put it."
"You'll be 43 years old in a few months," Mrs. DuPont began incredulously, "big deal! I just celebrated my 80th birthday this past week, which is why I came to Vegas. It was my husband's gift to me. Sonny, when you get to be my age, everybody under 60 is a young man!"
"Oh, okay," was all Grissom was able to say. Mrs. DuPont managed to get Grissom to smile a very small smile. The woman was amusing.
At that moment, a man that seemed to in his 80s came up to Grissom and Mrs. DuPont as they finished their conversation.
"Hey Kathy," the older man began breathlessly, "you left me behind."
"Oh, Dr. Grissom," Mrs. DuPont began, ignoring her husband's complaining, "This is my husband, Dr. John DuPont. He's a retired botanist. Honey, this is Dr. Grissom, the famed entomologist."
"Are you by any chance related to Dr. Gilbert Grissom, the famed botanist?" Dr. DuPont asked.
"Yes, he's my Dad." Grissom replied simply.
Just then, pilot put the fasten seat belt sign on. Then, a few short minutes later, the plane was airborne and on it's way to Los Angeles, California.
Grissom dosed off, leaving Dr. and Mrs. DuPont to converse amongst themselves.
Los Angeles International
A few hours later, Grissom was walking to the baggage claim to pick up his suitcase. As he was walking towards the baggage claim area, he heard a voice calling his name. It was his mother, Victoria Grissom. She was with his father, Dr. Gil Grissom Sr. and her sister, Lucille Santucchi-Wainwright.
Victoria Grissom ran to her precious 'Gilly Bear,' giving her grown-up Baby Boy a great big hug. Mrs. Grissom had a hunch that there was more to Grissom's visit than he let on, but she was just so very glad to see him.
"Hi, Gilly Bear," Victoria greeted her son brightly, her hands fluttering effortlessly, as she spoke and signed her greeting. "What brings you here? Is everything all right back home in Las Vegas?"
"Everything is fine, Mom," Grissom lied. "I just needed to get away from Vegas for a little while, you know, take a break from the same old, same old?"
"Okay, Son, if you say so." Victoria signed and spoke simultaneously. Victoria felt that her son was holding something back, but she decided not to call him on it, as she did not want to get into an argument with her son, being she hadn't seen him in over 2 years. Just then. Grissom's suitcase came around which he grabbed immediately, being that he wanted to get to his parents house. They left the airport and headed toward Santa Monica, California.
Beautiful Santa Monica, California
As Grissom entered his parents' home, the beauty of his childhood home floored him. His parents had apparently made some upgrades to the 45 year old home.
"WOW!" Grissom exclaimed, as he beheld the beautifully updated home. He excused himself and went to his bedroom, which was on the 2nd floor of the home.
As Grissom put his clothes into the drawers of the antique dresser, he noticed that his room basically remained the same, except for the tact that the bedroom had been enlarged to include a private luxurious bath that rivaled the master bathrooms in the many mansions in the Summerlin section of Las Vegas. Just then, Victoria came to check on her son.
"Son," Victoria signed, "are you hungry?"
"Nah, not really." Grissom replied simply in sign.
"When was the last time you ate, Son?" Victoria asked in sign. "If you tell me about eating airplane food, that does not count."
"I'll make myself a salad," Grissom signed his reply. He didn't want a lecture on proper eating. His mother was always ready to pounce on him, which made him shake in his boots, even though he was in his 40s.
"Okay, Son," Victoria signed in reply, smiling. "I know you didn't come hundreds of miles to hear a lecture on healthy eating."
Grissom ate a light salad and went to bed, as he was wiped out by the events of the past few days. He had a lot of thinking to do regarding his relationship with one CSI-3 Sara Moonbeam Sidle.
TBC