Title: You've Got Mail
Rating: PG - 13
Category: Angst, Romance
Pairing: G/S
Summary: Grissom and Sara are far away from each other for two weeks.
Disclaimers: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.
Notes: I hope that who ever wrote 'Last Night Chat' doesn't mind me
pinching the idea, but with a twist. I read it and you gave me such a brain
wave I had a headache for hours, no literally. Make those two brain waves.
I can't make up my mind where Sara's gone at the moment, so I'll keep thinking and you'll find out when she gets back. Look out for clues if there's any.
Chapter 1
Grissom was searching the net for information on a new scientific method to discover blood on surfaces not seen with the naked eye when a screen starts flashing in the middle.
'YOU'VE GOT MAIL'
He looked at the words in surprise and clicked the envelope icon that was flashing. A huge grin spread across his face when the name came up.
"Hello." He said quietly.
Opening the e-mail he chuckled.
**EMAIL**
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la I hope you're paying attention Doctor Gil 'pain in the ass' Grissom.
Me is so board, Why did you have to make me travel to the other side of the world, just for a week of conferences and why? Why did you add a week of vacation to that? You realise I'm hating you right now?
Why oh why did I let you talk me into this? You tricked me that's how. Sleaze!
Gotta go.
You are so dead when I get home in 13 ½ days. Watch your back BUGMAN.
From a really peeved Sara
**END**
"Hey, what's got you so happy?" Catherine asked dropping down in one of the visitor seats.
Grissom looked up as he clicked the 'reply' icon. "Sara."
Catherine laughed. "Oh, I see. She enjoying the conferences?"
He shook his head. "Nope." He chuckled.
Laughing again she tossed the file she brought in for him on his desk and stood. "You are so dead when she gets home you know that don't you?" She informed him from the corridor.
"I do. I've already got my first death threat." He shouted.
Popping her head back around the door she grinned. "Expect plenty more Gil? She didn't want to go in the first place. You bribed her remember?"
He nodded and his face turned serious. "She's going to cut me up in little pieces isn't she?"
"Oh yeah." Catherine stretched the words as she disappeared from his office.
"Well, lets see if we can do some damage control then." He started writing his reply, but deleted it. He tried again, but didn't think it was what he wanted to say so he deleted it. Sighing he removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Say hi to Sara for me." Nick shouted at Grissom as he ran past the door.
"I will." Grissom shouted back. "Aha." He replaced his glasses and began writing.
**REPLY**
Nick, Catherine, Warrick, Greg, Brass, Archie and Bobby said to say hello, also I'm saying hello.
Sara, You wouldn't really kill me just because I made you take a vacation? I was looking out for you.
Please, leave me in one peace and I'll make it up to you.
From a very sorry and very attached to my life Grissom.
**SEND**
Standing he sighed. "I need a bodyguard before she comes home."
"You got that right."
The captain's voice boomed through the room making Grissom jump. "Jesus Brass, make some noise before you scare the living daylights out of someone." He said clutching his chest.
Brass laughed. "I can mention some names for you to get in contact with, but Sara would devour them."
Grissom smirked and nodded at the truth of his words. "I'm a dead man."
Brass and Grissom started walking for the car park. "At least you got her to the airport without a scratch."
He shook his head. "It was like showing a cat bath water."
Laughing, Brass climbed into his car. "I'll meet you at the scene."
Grissom nodded, got into his car and followed.
Chapter 2
'YOU'VE GOT MAIL'
**EMAIL**
You thought that would make everything right? Oh so wrong Bugman. You should have realised that when I said no I meant no, but oh no not you. You had to push the red button for time delayed self-destruct. The next time you see this angry, pissed off CSI, you'll be wishing you sent me to another planet.
Oh and by the way, say hi to everyone and tell them I'm getting great gifts. You my little friend will have to wait a little longer until I figure out what exactly to do with you.
Conference is boring, but I saw a very rare butterfly and a great specimen of a piglet in a jar. Shame, I thought this would be your sort of thing not mine. I might take photos and tease you later. Hahahahaha.
See you in 12 ½ days buddy.
From a slowly chilling out Sara. He he he
**END**
"When's she coming home?" Warrick asked sitting down in the break room. Grissom looked at his laptop and turned it towards him. Warrick cringed. "She's counting the days for you, not good."
Nodding in agreement he sighed. "I've apologised and said that I'd make it up to her, but she's not buying it." Grissom closed his laptop and stood as he walked towards the door he mused aloud. "Maybe I should see Doc Robbins and sort my coffin out now." Warrick burst out laughing as the older CSI dragged his sorry butt towards his office.
**REPLY**
Sara, I'm getting to the stage were I'm not sure I should have sent you, maybe I can send Greg out to you, just to keep you company.
I hope your enjoying the sun, baring in mind you burn like a crisp within 10 minutes of standing in it. Be careful.
I'd like to see the photo's you've taken, especially the piglet in the jar. Is it similar to mine? What sort of rare butterfly did you see?
Make sure you sleep and have fun, don't forget to play nice with the other kiddies at the conference. I don't want to here that you killed someone and I have to investigate the cause of death.
See you soon, Grissom.
**SEND**
Sipping his coffee he couldn't help but think about what Sara was doing right now. It is, he looked at his watch, 3 in the morning then it must be around late afternoon there.
'YOU'VE GOT MAIL'
Cringing at the screen, he put his coffee down and groaned. "This might not be good." He said opening the e-mail.
**EMAIL**
Well well well, I was wondering when you were going to get back to me. I'm taking precautions against the sun, so thank for your rare concern.
Also if you even think about sending Greg here I'm going to bury you myself after I do horrible things to your body. Have I every mentioned that I use to watch horror movies to study the different torture methods? You'll see.
I have many photos, I thought about scanning them, but decided to let everyone wait. That piglet was grouse and looks like yours, but smaller. The butterfly was that rare and old I can't even comprehend how you say the name, sorry.
Moving on. Does that mean if I maim or kill someone out here you're going to come and investigate. Would that mean you're not afraid of what I'd do to you if you came within a 3metre radius of my person? You may be making up for this little vacation from hell for a very very very long time Grissom and that has nothing to do with how protective your going to be of your little insects when I come home.
Oh look only 11 ½ days left. I hope you're counting down the days with me Grissom.
From Sara.
**END**
Closing his laptop for the night he leaned his elbows on the desk and dropped his head in his hands. He groaned and cursed the heavens for making him so stupid.
"Did I ever mention that I love life?" He asked looking at his spider climbing the walls of its tank.
"I don't think you've actually mentioned that." A voice said from the doorway.
I can't make up my mind where Sara's gone at the moment, so I'll keep thinking and you'll find out when she gets back. Look out for clues if there's any.
Chapter 1
Grissom was searching the net for information on a new scientific method to discover blood on surfaces not seen with the naked eye when a screen starts flashing in the middle.
'YOU'VE GOT MAIL'
He looked at the words in surprise and clicked the envelope icon that was flashing. A huge grin spread across his face when the name came up.
"Hello." He said quietly.
Opening the e-mail he chuckled.
**EMAIL**
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la I hope you're paying attention Doctor Gil 'pain in the ass' Grissom.
Me is so board, Why did you have to make me travel to the other side of the world, just for a week of conferences and why? Why did you add a week of vacation to that? You realise I'm hating you right now?
Why oh why did I let you talk me into this? You tricked me that's how. Sleaze!
Gotta go.
You are so dead when I get home in 13 ½ days. Watch your back BUGMAN.
From a really peeved Sara
**END**
"Hey, what's got you so happy?" Catherine asked dropping down in one of the visitor seats.
Grissom looked up as he clicked the 'reply' icon. "Sara."
Catherine laughed. "Oh, I see. She enjoying the conferences?"
He shook his head. "Nope." He chuckled.
Laughing again she tossed the file she brought in for him on his desk and stood. "You are so dead when she gets home you know that don't you?" She informed him from the corridor.
"I do. I've already got my first death threat." He shouted.
Popping her head back around the door she grinned. "Expect plenty more Gil? She didn't want to go in the first place. You bribed her remember?"
He nodded and his face turned serious. "She's going to cut me up in little pieces isn't she?"
"Oh yeah." Catherine stretched the words as she disappeared from his office.
"Well, lets see if we can do some damage control then." He started writing his reply, but deleted it. He tried again, but didn't think it was what he wanted to say so he deleted it. Sighing he removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Say hi to Sara for me." Nick shouted at Grissom as he ran past the door.
"I will." Grissom shouted back. "Aha." He replaced his glasses and began writing.
**REPLY**
Nick, Catherine, Warrick, Greg, Brass, Archie and Bobby said to say hello, also I'm saying hello.
Sara, You wouldn't really kill me just because I made you take a vacation? I was looking out for you.
Please, leave me in one peace and I'll make it up to you.
From a very sorry and very attached to my life Grissom.
**SEND**
Standing he sighed. "I need a bodyguard before she comes home."
"You got that right."
The captain's voice boomed through the room making Grissom jump. "Jesus Brass, make some noise before you scare the living daylights out of someone." He said clutching his chest.
Brass laughed. "I can mention some names for you to get in contact with, but Sara would devour them."
Grissom smirked and nodded at the truth of his words. "I'm a dead man."
Brass and Grissom started walking for the car park. "At least you got her to the airport without a scratch."
He shook his head. "It was like showing a cat bath water."
Laughing, Brass climbed into his car. "I'll meet you at the scene."
Grissom nodded, got into his car and followed.
Chapter 2
'YOU'VE GOT MAIL'
**EMAIL**
You thought that would make everything right? Oh so wrong Bugman. You should have realised that when I said no I meant no, but oh no not you. You had to push the red button for time delayed self-destruct. The next time you see this angry, pissed off CSI, you'll be wishing you sent me to another planet.
Oh and by the way, say hi to everyone and tell them I'm getting great gifts. You my little friend will have to wait a little longer until I figure out what exactly to do with you.
Conference is boring, but I saw a very rare butterfly and a great specimen of a piglet in a jar. Shame, I thought this would be your sort of thing not mine. I might take photos and tease you later. Hahahahaha.
See you in 12 ½ days buddy.
From a slowly chilling out Sara. He he he
**END**
"When's she coming home?" Warrick asked sitting down in the break room. Grissom looked at his laptop and turned it towards him. Warrick cringed. "She's counting the days for you, not good."
Nodding in agreement he sighed. "I've apologised and said that I'd make it up to her, but she's not buying it." Grissom closed his laptop and stood as he walked towards the door he mused aloud. "Maybe I should see Doc Robbins and sort my coffin out now." Warrick burst out laughing as the older CSI dragged his sorry butt towards his office.
**REPLY**
Sara, I'm getting to the stage were I'm not sure I should have sent you, maybe I can send Greg out to you, just to keep you company.
I hope your enjoying the sun, baring in mind you burn like a crisp within 10 minutes of standing in it. Be careful.
I'd like to see the photo's you've taken, especially the piglet in the jar. Is it similar to mine? What sort of rare butterfly did you see?
Make sure you sleep and have fun, don't forget to play nice with the other kiddies at the conference. I don't want to here that you killed someone and I have to investigate the cause of death.
See you soon, Grissom.
**SEND**
Sipping his coffee he couldn't help but think about what Sara was doing right now. It is, he looked at his watch, 3 in the morning then it must be around late afternoon there.
'YOU'VE GOT MAIL'
Cringing at the screen, he put his coffee down and groaned. "This might not be good." He said opening the e-mail.
**EMAIL**
Well well well, I was wondering when you were going to get back to me. I'm taking precautions against the sun, so thank for your rare concern.
Also if you even think about sending Greg here I'm going to bury you myself after I do horrible things to your body. Have I every mentioned that I use to watch horror movies to study the different torture methods? You'll see.
I have many photos, I thought about scanning them, but decided to let everyone wait. That piglet was grouse and looks like yours, but smaller. The butterfly was that rare and old I can't even comprehend how you say the name, sorry.
Moving on. Does that mean if I maim or kill someone out here you're going to come and investigate. Would that mean you're not afraid of what I'd do to you if you came within a 3metre radius of my person? You may be making up for this little vacation from hell for a very very very long time Grissom and that has nothing to do with how protective your going to be of your little insects when I come home.
Oh look only 11 ½ days left. I hope you're counting down the days with me Grissom.
From Sara.
**END**
Closing his laptop for the night he leaned his elbows on the desk and dropped his head in his hands. He groaned and cursed the heavens for making him so stupid.
"Did I ever mention that I love life?" He asked looking at his spider climbing the walls of its tank.
"I don't think you've actually mentioned that." A voice said from the doorway.