The Truth About Tina
Disclaimers: Still don't own them. But maybe one day!
"So Warrick, when are we going to meet Tina!" asked Greg earnestly.
Nick chimed in with a laugh. "C'mon man, we promise to eat with utensils and everything when your bring her to breakfast."
Warrick laughed back, mostly because he was happy to see Nick in such high spirits. "Look man, we just got married, I want to wait a while before I expose her to you all."
Nick slapped Warrick on the back…"Dude, if you consummated the marriage, she's going to have a hard time annulling it because she doesn't like your friends."
Grissom walked into the locker room. "If you guys are done tormenting Warrick, we have some work to do. Nick, you Warrick and Greg have a 419 in Summerlin. Catherine and I are doing a 422 at the Bellagio. Lets get moving."
Greg looked around. "Hey, where's Sara?"
Grissom smirked. "She has the next two nights off. And for once she's taking it. Now get going Greg, or you will soon have every night off."
With some groaning, the investigators went about their work
With daybreak the shift finally ended. Thankfully everyone's case had been rather simple and all cases were able to wrap up. At the end of the night, Catherine, Greg, and Nick were chatting in the break room. Warrick came into the break room and wished everyone a good evening.
Nick piped up. "Hey man, want to go to the diner with us?"
Warrick shook his head. "No, I've gotta get home."
Nick laughed. "Oh…Can't keep the little woman waiting." Behind Nick, Greg made a whipping sound.
Warrick shook his head with an easy grin. "Yeah…something like that." Pretending not to notice the sad look on Catherine's face, he headed home.
When Warrick arrived at his house, he noticed candles lit everywhere and the smell of cinnamon buns wafting from the kitchen. The table was set with flowers, fresh fruit salad, and warm cinnamon pecan buns with the icing at just the right melty consistency.
In the Kitchen was his wife. Since her back was to him, the first thing he noticed was her long legs, and curly brown hair, adorably attired in what looked like one of his button down shirts and nothing else, save a tiny silky thong.
He walked up to his wife, slid his arms around her slender waist and began kissing her neck. She turned around and kissed him back with passion. Then she spoke.
"We can play later. Let's have breakfast while the icing is still warm."
Warrick laughed. "Sweet girl, I can think of a lot of uses for that icing."
She laughed and kissed him, "I know baby, but you look famished." Warrick leaned her back and kissed her again. While part of him wanted to lift his wife up and take her on the kitchen counter…he had to admit that those cinnamon pecan rolls smelled really good. So he smiled and led her to the table, holding the chair out for her.
"Warrick Richard Brown…you spoil me."
Warrick smiled. He found it sexy when she called her by his whole name. "Well you deserve it, Sara Christina Sidle."
End
A/N: This started as a one shot drabbly kind of thing, but I don't know…I think there could be more. Warshippers, please let me know.
I know I still am behind on "Dominion of the Butterfly". But between the pregnancy thing wearing me out, and the people at my job insisting I work during work hours, things can be slow.