Title: Anniversary
Rating: R
Category: Romance.
Pairing: G/S
Summary: Anniversary.So sweet.
Disclaimers: I do not under any circumstances, own CSI: Crime Scene
Investigation.
Note: I've got writers block for my other two stories and to relax a little
I decided to write some thing in a different layout, so I hope it's not too
complicated the way I've set it out. Good reading.
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Chapter 1
"Honey?"
"Hmmm?"
"Take a look at this." She pointed upwards.
Looking at where she was pointing, he scrunched up his face against the sun and covered his eyes from the glare. "What am I looking at?"
"That?" She moved closer to him and pointed at a thick branch. On it was something that glimmered in the light.
"I'll get a ladder." She nodded not taking her eyes off the branch.
"How'd you get up there I wonder."
"Flew." He replied placing the ladder against the trunk.
She laughed. "Oh so funny. Me go." Reaching the ladder she grasped the sides.
"I think I should go Sara." He looked up as she started to climb.
"Stop worrying old man. I can get it." Giggling she got to the top and scanned the branch.
"What is it?" He asked holding the ladder steady.
Leaning in closer she smiled. "Something shiny and heavy."
Grinning up at her he shouted. "Murder weapon?"
"So right, but let's not indulge your ego and bag it." She glanced down at him and grinned.
"Don't think you're getting away with that little comment honey." He watched as she bagged the new evidence and began climbing down.
"Ahh sweetie, you think you have something on me? So wrong." She patted his cheek and wondered off to the car.
He followed her after he gave instructions for the scene to be tapped off and guarded. "I'm driving." He reached for the keys that were sitting on the bonnet.
"Nope. My car, I drive." She snatched the keys before him and got in the car. "You coming?"
Pulling his tired body into the passenger seat he reached across and squeezed her thigh. "Drive."
Starting the car she drove back to the lab. Covering his hand with hers, she glanced at him. "Griss?" Seeing him looking out the window she squeezed his hand.
"Yep." He turned to her and smiled his half smile.
"What we doing tomorrow?" She asked.
Pursing his lips he shook his head. "It's a surprise." Looking back out the window he grinned.
"Griss?" Sighing when she got no answer she let his hand go and pinched his leg.
"Ow." He flinched and rubbed his leg.
Grinning at him, she grabbed his hand and entwined their fingers. "Tell me. It's not going to be special for you if you're the one organizing it."
"It's special because I know you're gonna love it." He leaned closer to her and kissed her cheek.
"Can't I get even a tiny hint?" She turned to him and brushed her lips across his.
He pulled away to let her continue driving. "No hint. You're too good of an investigator and would figure it out. So if I present no evidence then no figuring out."
"Ok, but I'm not happy about it. It's your day too." She parked the car and turned to him.
"Not happy huh?" She nodded. "I can remedy that."
"Oh really? And how might you do that?" Grinning widely at him as he released her hand and drifted towards her. His hand caressed her thigh as his mouth devoured hers. Her hands held his head to her as she kissed him back. "Hmmm."
He smiled against her mouth and gently pulled away. "Better?"
"Oh yeah." She laughed and followed him into the lab.
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"So Sara, what are you and Griss doing for your anniversary tomorrow?"
"He's not telling me." Sara sat down on the couch and sighed. "I hope its something quiet and only him and me."
"Here, have a coffee and relax." She handed her a steaming cup and sat down on the opposite couch.
"Thanks Cath." Sara sipped her drink and moved to stretch out. "God I'm tired."
"How are you sleeping?" Catherine asked drinking her own coffee.
"Not too bad. Still waking up with a head ache." Sara rubbed her head in emphasis and grimaced as a headache decided to play with her skull. "Here's me thinking I was lucky not to have one for a whole day."
"I'll get your meds." Catherine walked over to the cabinet above the sink. "How many, two?"
"Yep." Taking the tablets with her coffee, she laid her head on the arm of the couch and closed her eyes. "Doc says they will eventually go. It'll just take time."
"It was a bad scrap you were in Sara. It's going to take time to heel." Catherine picked up her case file and left to collect her DNA results from Greg.
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"You seen Sara?" Grissom asked Catherine as he popped his head into Greg's DNA lab.
"Actually yes, break room, couch."
"Headache?" Catherine nodded. "Pills?" Again Catherine nodded and waved as she left. "Better see what I can do."
"Can't the doctors do anything?"
"They're doing their best Greg." Grissom patted his shoulder and headed to the break room.
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"I wanna go home."
"I know."
"Gil, please tell me we can go soon at least."
"Honey, it's only a few hours." His fingers brushed back her hair and ran his hand down her face. "Must be bad."
She moaned and turned onto her side. Grissom sat on the couch with her head on his legs. "I didn't think I was hurt that bad."
"I'm sorry honey, turn this way." She sat up and turned to him. He pulled her onto his lap and held her close. "Didn't think what?"
"I didn't think I was hurt that bad. I mean, I know I lost a lot of blood, but I felt ok in the hospital." She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest.
"Sara, you were hurt badly. Yes you lost a lot of blood, but you also had a head injury and that's what's causing these headaches." His hands rubbed her back soothingly as he spoke.
"Maybe I can get I new head or something." He chuckled and kissed her cheek. "You're the one with migraines not me."
"I know, but I wasn't attack by a suspect." He looked down at his watch and decided that he should definitely take her home.
Just then the break room door opened and Brass walked in. "Headaches?"
"I must look awful if Brass notices." She mumbled.
Grissom grinned. "You're fine." He turned to Brass. "I'm going to take her home."
"Ok, I have that stuff for you." Brass pointed at Grissom's office.
"Thanks Jim."
Sara pulled back to look at them both. "What stuff?"
"Surprise." Grissom said helping her up. "Come on, home."
"I like that idea. Let's go home." Grissom grabbed her hand and led her to the locker room to collect their coats.
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She crawled into bed and clutched her head. "Please stop thumping at least."
"Come here." She turned to him and laid her head on his chest.
"I can deal with the pain but no the incessant pounding." He softy massaged her scalp to help relieve the pain.
"Feeling better?"
"Mmmm." She moaned as the pain slowly subsided.
"I'll take that as a yes." His fingers continued until he felt her body relaxed.
"Feels so good." She raised her head and kissed him. "Thank you."
He wrapped his arms around her. "Your welcome." She snuggled against him and both feel into a deep and peaceful sleep.
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Pulling her back to his chest tightly, he interlaced their hands and tucked their joined hands into the covers over her stomach.
"Are we going into the lab today?" She asked.
"We can if you want, but at 7pm we forget about work completely." He kissed her neck and buried his nose in her hair.
"I don't want to work today."
"We can stay in or go out, entirely up to you." He breathed in the scent of her shampoo and moaned lightly. "God you smell good."
She giggled and turned to lie on her back. She looked up at him as he leaned over her. "I do?" She asked curiously.
He teasingly trailed kisses down her collarbone to her breastbone. "God yes."
She laughed at his passionate reply and ran her fingers through his salt and pepper curls. He traced her collarbone again as he made his way up to her shoulder, neck and finally her ear. Sucking the shell into his mouth and smiling widely as she let out several tiny gasps at the sensations. Trailing soft kisses over her cheekbone, he looked deep into her eyes, showing all his love and groaned loudly at the feel of her fingers tracing inside the waistband of his boxers. Just as his lips touched hers the phone rang.
"DAMNIT!" They both cursed.
He rolled off her and turned to the nightstand. Reaching for the phone he growled at the caller. "What?" Sighing into the receiver he hung it up and pulled back the covers. Sitting on the edge of the bed he hung his head. "Brass found us a suspect."
"I should never have opened my big mouth. It's our day off and we have to work. I know it's rare, but I don't want to go into work." She pulled her pillow over her head and groaned into it.
He lay back on the bed to rest his head on her thigh. "We question him and come home." He assured.
"You know it's never as simple as that Griss." She threw her pillow at him.
"This time it will be." He threw the pillow back and peeled his body away from her and the bed.
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Chapter 1
"Honey?"
"Hmmm?"
"Take a look at this." She pointed upwards.
Looking at where she was pointing, he scrunched up his face against the sun and covered his eyes from the glare. "What am I looking at?"
"That?" She moved closer to him and pointed at a thick branch. On it was something that glimmered in the light.
"I'll get a ladder." She nodded not taking her eyes off the branch.
"How'd you get up there I wonder."
"Flew." He replied placing the ladder against the trunk.
She laughed. "Oh so funny. Me go." Reaching the ladder she grasped the sides.
"I think I should go Sara." He looked up as she started to climb.
"Stop worrying old man. I can get it." Giggling she got to the top and scanned the branch.
"What is it?" He asked holding the ladder steady.
Leaning in closer she smiled. "Something shiny and heavy."
Grinning up at her he shouted. "Murder weapon?"
"So right, but let's not indulge your ego and bag it." She glanced down at him and grinned.
"Don't think you're getting away with that little comment honey." He watched as she bagged the new evidence and began climbing down.
"Ahh sweetie, you think you have something on me? So wrong." She patted his cheek and wondered off to the car.
He followed her after he gave instructions for the scene to be tapped off and guarded. "I'm driving." He reached for the keys that were sitting on the bonnet.
"Nope. My car, I drive." She snatched the keys before him and got in the car. "You coming?"
Pulling his tired body into the passenger seat he reached across and squeezed her thigh. "Drive."
Starting the car she drove back to the lab. Covering his hand with hers, she glanced at him. "Griss?" Seeing him looking out the window she squeezed his hand.
"Yep." He turned to her and smiled his half smile.
"What we doing tomorrow?" She asked.
Pursing his lips he shook his head. "It's a surprise." Looking back out the window he grinned.
"Griss?" Sighing when she got no answer she let his hand go and pinched his leg.
"Ow." He flinched and rubbed his leg.
Grinning at him, she grabbed his hand and entwined their fingers. "Tell me. It's not going to be special for you if you're the one organizing it."
"It's special because I know you're gonna love it." He leaned closer to her and kissed her cheek.
"Can't I get even a tiny hint?" She turned to him and brushed her lips across his.
He pulled away to let her continue driving. "No hint. You're too good of an investigator and would figure it out. So if I present no evidence then no figuring out."
"Ok, but I'm not happy about it. It's your day too." She parked the car and turned to him.
"Not happy huh?" She nodded. "I can remedy that."
"Oh really? And how might you do that?" Grinning widely at him as he released her hand and drifted towards her. His hand caressed her thigh as his mouth devoured hers. Her hands held his head to her as she kissed him back. "Hmmm."
He smiled against her mouth and gently pulled away. "Better?"
"Oh yeah." She laughed and followed him into the lab.
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"So Sara, what are you and Griss doing for your anniversary tomorrow?"
"He's not telling me." Sara sat down on the couch and sighed. "I hope its something quiet and only him and me."
"Here, have a coffee and relax." She handed her a steaming cup and sat down on the opposite couch.
"Thanks Cath." Sara sipped her drink and moved to stretch out. "God I'm tired."
"How are you sleeping?" Catherine asked drinking her own coffee.
"Not too bad. Still waking up with a head ache." Sara rubbed her head in emphasis and grimaced as a headache decided to play with her skull. "Here's me thinking I was lucky not to have one for a whole day."
"I'll get your meds." Catherine walked over to the cabinet above the sink. "How many, two?"
"Yep." Taking the tablets with her coffee, she laid her head on the arm of the couch and closed her eyes. "Doc says they will eventually go. It'll just take time."
"It was a bad scrap you were in Sara. It's going to take time to heel." Catherine picked up her case file and left to collect her DNA results from Greg.
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"You seen Sara?" Grissom asked Catherine as he popped his head into Greg's DNA lab.
"Actually yes, break room, couch."
"Headache?" Catherine nodded. "Pills?" Again Catherine nodded and waved as she left. "Better see what I can do."
"Can't the doctors do anything?"
"They're doing their best Greg." Grissom patted his shoulder and headed to the break room.
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"I wanna go home."
"I know."
"Gil, please tell me we can go soon at least."
"Honey, it's only a few hours." His fingers brushed back her hair and ran his hand down her face. "Must be bad."
She moaned and turned onto her side. Grissom sat on the couch with her head on his legs. "I didn't think I was hurt that bad."
"I'm sorry honey, turn this way." She sat up and turned to him. He pulled her onto his lap and held her close. "Didn't think what?"
"I didn't think I was hurt that bad. I mean, I know I lost a lot of blood, but I felt ok in the hospital." She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest.
"Sara, you were hurt badly. Yes you lost a lot of blood, but you also had a head injury and that's what's causing these headaches." His hands rubbed her back soothingly as he spoke.
"Maybe I can get I new head or something." He chuckled and kissed her cheek. "You're the one with migraines not me."
"I know, but I wasn't attack by a suspect." He looked down at his watch and decided that he should definitely take her home.
Just then the break room door opened and Brass walked in. "Headaches?"
"I must look awful if Brass notices." She mumbled.
Grissom grinned. "You're fine." He turned to Brass. "I'm going to take her home."
"Ok, I have that stuff for you." Brass pointed at Grissom's office.
"Thanks Jim."
Sara pulled back to look at them both. "What stuff?"
"Surprise." Grissom said helping her up. "Come on, home."
"I like that idea. Let's go home." Grissom grabbed her hand and led her to the locker room to collect their coats.
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She crawled into bed and clutched her head. "Please stop thumping at least."
"Come here." She turned to him and laid her head on his chest.
"I can deal with the pain but no the incessant pounding." He softy massaged her scalp to help relieve the pain.
"Feeling better?"
"Mmmm." She moaned as the pain slowly subsided.
"I'll take that as a yes." His fingers continued until he felt her body relaxed.
"Feels so good." She raised her head and kissed him. "Thank you."
He wrapped his arms around her. "Your welcome." She snuggled against him and both feel into a deep and peaceful sleep.
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Pulling her back to his chest tightly, he interlaced their hands and tucked their joined hands into the covers over her stomach.
"Are we going into the lab today?" She asked.
"We can if you want, but at 7pm we forget about work completely." He kissed her neck and buried his nose in her hair.
"I don't want to work today."
"We can stay in or go out, entirely up to you." He breathed in the scent of her shampoo and moaned lightly. "God you smell good."
She giggled and turned to lie on her back. She looked up at him as he leaned over her. "I do?" She asked curiously.
He teasingly trailed kisses down her collarbone to her breastbone. "God yes."
She laughed at his passionate reply and ran her fingers through his salt and pepper curls. He traced her collarbone again as he made his way up to her shoulder, neck and finally her ear. Sucking the shell into his mouth and smiling widely as she let out several tiny gasps at the sensations. Trailing soft kisses over her cheekbone, he looked deep into her eyes, showing all his love and groaned loudly at the feel of her fingers tracing inside the waistband of his boxers. Just as his lips touched hers the phone rang.
"DAMNIT!" They both cursed.
He rolled off her and turned to the nightstand. Reaching for the phone he growled at the caller. "What?" Sighing into the receiver he hung it up and pulled back the covers. Sitting on the edge of the bed he hung his head. "Brass found us a suspect."
"I should never have opened my big mouth. It's our day off and we have to work. I know it's rare, but I don't want to go into work." She pulled her pillow over her head and groaned into it.
He lay back on the bed to rest his head on her thigh. "We question him and come home." He assured.
"You know it's never as simple as that Griss." She threw her pillow at him.
"This time it will be." He threw the pillow back and peeled his body away from her and the bed.