I Do Not Own CSI
"Well, that's it," Grissom said, closing the folder at the conference room table.
"That's it," Greg asked.
"Case closed. Our serial killer is behind bars."
"And you're officially retired," Nick said softly.
"I am. Don't look so grim, guys. It's not like we're never going to see one another again."
"But you're not going to be around every day," Catherine added as Grissom's phone started to jingle.
"No, I won't be. Grissom."
"Hey."
"Guys, I have to take this," Grissom said, leaving.
"Too bad he's retiring. I think I could have learned a great deal from him," Langston said, watching Grissom retreat.
"He's the best," Greg muttered.
"Hey," Grissom said, taking the phone call as he left.
"Where are you?...Really, how did I not notice that?...My CSI skills are still sharp!" Grissom chuckled as he opened his office door.
"Hi."
"Hi back," Sara said, getting up from her chair with a smile.
"When did you get in," Gil asked, closing the door.
"About an hour ago, I came right here. I snuck in the back and bypassed everyone, luckily," Sara said as Gil slowly walked closer to her, to the point where their foreheads were touching.
"I missed you."
"I missed you, too. I'm ready to start a new life, with you," Gil said, brushing a tendril of hair out of her eyes.
"I am, too," Sara said just before their lips touched.
"Gil, feel," Sara said, bringing his hand down to her four and a half month pregnant belly.
"When did it start moving?"
"A few weeks ago, I wish you could have been there."
"Me, too," Gil said, a little forlornly.
"Hey, the past is the past. Now we're living for the future and this for one," Sara said with a soft smile. "You get to be there when I can't see my feet or tie my shoes."
"I'll be around forever, Sara."
"Do you have everything you're taking?"
"All I need is Miss Piggy."
"We can't forget her."
"Of course not,'" Gil said, grabbing the radiated foetal pig. "I'm ready to go."
"Are you?"
"More than," Gil said, opening his office door and putting his arm around Sara's neck, as the two strolled out of CSI, with smiles and laughs.
"Is that..." Greg asked, watching as Gil and Sara came out of his office.
"She's back," Nick added with a smile.
"Who's that," Langston asked.
"She's hot," Riley put in.
"Figures, hey they're leaving," Catherine said, snapping Nick and Greg out of their trance. The three tried to catch up before they left, but had no success. Gil and Sara were already pulling out of CSI when they got to the parking lot.
"Son of a..., you think they're still in town," Nick asked.
"Shift's over, I say we grab our stuff and go over to their place. Greg, why don't you call Jim? Tell him to meet us over there."
"You got it, boss."
"That was mean, you know that, right," Gil asked as he came up in between Sara's legs, as she sat on the kitchen counter.
"Not that mean, you know they'll be over here shortly. I just didn't want to stay at CSI."
"Neither did I, there would be too much time for Hodges to find a cake and make a big deal out of my leaving."
"He envied you," Sara said as Gil's hands wrapped around her, finding a place on the top of her butt.
"I've missed this," Gil said softly as their lips touched. Sara's arms wound around his neck, while her legs did the same around his waist.
"GILBERT GRISSOM, YOU DO NOT JUST LEAVE CSI WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE, ESPICALLY NOT WHEN SARA'S ON YOUR ARM," Catherine said as she, Nick, Greg, and Jim all ploughed their way through the townhouse's front door, Hank barking at their feet.
"Are we interrupting," Jim asked with a smirk.
"Yes," Gil and Sara both answered.
"Hank down, come here," Gil commanded as the dog came running towards his masters.
"Hey guys," Sara said, hopping off the counter, her tiny baby bulge showing.
"Sara!" Greg ran to her and gave her a giant hug.
"Hi, Greg. Miss me?"
"More than you know," he said, releasing her, just as Nick came up and gave her a giant bear hug.
"Nick, I have to breath, precious cargo."
"Huh?"
"I knew it," Catherine said, slapping Gil's arm with a smile.
"Knew what?"
"That that was more than just being bloated."
"Who's bloated," Greg asked.
"No one's bloated."
"Then what are we talking about," Jim asked.
"This" Sara said, taking Jim, Nick and Greg's hand to her belly where a tiny flutter could be felt.
"You old dog," Jim said with a smile.
"Hey, that's my husband."
"You're married," Catherine said, shocked.
"Yeah," Gil answered, as Sara put his hand back on her fluttering belly.
"We got married a year ago, right before I left."
"Why didn't you say anything," Greg said, a little hurt.
"Because I was still going through my own stuff, Greg, then I left, and Warrick. It just didn't seem like the right time," Sara answered. "But you know now."
"So, married and a baby," Nick clarified.
"Yep!"
"Boy or girl," Jim asked.
"No idea," Sara answered as she scooted back up on the counter.
"And you left without saying goodbye," Catherine admonished, slapping Gil again.
"Catherine, what's with the hitting?"
"You deserve it for keeping secrets like this!"
"We're sorry, and I wasn't going to leave without saying goodbye. I knew once you saw Sara, you would follow us here. We just didn't want to be the center of attention at CSI."
"Fair enough."
"So, how long are you two staying in Vegas before you go back to San Francisco," Jim asked.
"A week; just to finish packing up the last of the house. Then we're gone," Gil replied.
"And you know, if you ever have some holidays stored up, we would love some company. Our house is right by the water, great for swimming."
"Surfing," Greg asked.
"You bet," Gil answered.
TBC
So there are six chapters to this story, short i know!
The next chapter, Greg goes to San Fran for a visit!!
Let me know what you think, reviews are greatly appreciated!
Katie