A/N: This little morsel (haha – pun intended) is a drabble-y response to PiperGrissom's challenge on GSRForeverOnline. I hope you enjoy it!
First Thanksgiving
"Sara …"
Sara clenched her teeth for a moment, then sighed. She knew that tone. "You don't want to come."
"I didn't say that."
"Your tone did. Grissom, you have to come home for Thanksgiving! They don't even have Thanksgiving in Paris!"
"Exactly. Without Thanksgiving, there's no Thanksgiving break. I have class. I'd have to –"
"Do it," Sara interrupted.
"Do what?"
"I don't know. Cancel class. Call off sick. Do whatever you have to do. It's our first Thanksgiving as a married couple. I want us to spend it on the same continent."
Our first Thanksgiving as a married couple. It made Grissom smile. How could he say no to her – to his wife? "All right."
"All right?" Sara had been prepared for a serious battle. "That's it?"
"That's it." His smile widened. "You're right; I need to come home. I don't have anyone to make turkey for in Paris."
She smiled. "You don't in Vegas, either. You married a vegetarian."
"Well, there's always Hank."
Sara giggled. "True. So … I'll pick you up at the airport?"
"I'll book my flight right now." He paused. "Sara … I can't wait to see you."
She grinned. "I can't wait, either."
