I'M BACK!!!! After my short hiatus, which consisted of writing non-sense lyrics and beating the crap of a poor, innocent drumkit. Again, I thank a bunch to GSRgirlforever for being the most awesome beta. This is short, sweet and, I'm told, funny.
Disclaimer: Not mine but I'm slowly getting there. Every cent counts
Synopsis: An unlikely scenerio which I'd REALLY like to see happen in Season 10. Sara finds more than her wedding band to claim her man.
This was inspired by the story Catherine told Grissom about Lindsay's custom jeans in 19 down.
Have fun!
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"So, Grissom, how was your first week back in the madhouse of CSI?" Sara smirked at the use of her new name playfully coming out of Nick's mouth.
"It was...interesting, Stokes, for now though, I wish to go home and pry my husband's ass off the couch. I'm craving his mother's vegie lasagna."
"Speaking of your hubby..." It still felt weird calling Grissom that. "Where is he?"
"Guest lecturing at UNLV. Thats why I'm here instead of him. Speak of the devil."
"Devil? Where?" Gil Grissom stood in the break room door, looking rather and oddly...comfortable, in a snug fitting pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt and...
"Sneakers Griss?" Grissom ignored the comment about his footwear.
"You ready to go?" Sara jumped to her feet. She gently pecked his lips, purely out of habit, and they proceeded to make their way out the building, a hand around the others waist until her hand slipped cheekily into his left butt pocket. The team watched the display, when Catherine suddenly let out a laugh.
"Thats one way to claim her man."
Thats when the guys spotted it. Stitched across the pocket now vacated by Sara's hand were the words:
Property Of Sara Sidle