Sara vs. the Turkey

By: Prairie24 and Moochiecat2009

Disclaimers: We own nothing concerning CSI, and we're certainly not being monetarily compensated. If we owned CSI, things would be very different, for sure, for sure, LOL!

Tags: Humor, Holiday, Romance, Season 10, G. Grissom & Sara S.

Rating: M for Chapter 2. Chapter 1, anyone can read it.

Thanksgiving Day, Las Vegas ,2009:

Sara Sidle was so excited. Her husband, Gil Grissom, had two whole weeks off from his duties as a guest Lecturer at The Sorbonne . And he'd gotten his bow-legged self to Las Vegas, ASAP.

He arrived in the early hours of Thanksgiving Day. 2am, to be precise. It was the last flight into McCarran for the night/morning. Sara spotted him the second he came through the arrival door. He sent her his mega-watt smile; the one he reserved only for her. {Ahem, readers, we're giving them a bit of privacy here Let's say, the greeting was intense}.

Several hours later, Sara awoke and stretched her happy, sleek body. And panicked. "Oh, my God, I've got to do the dinner. I've invited everyone to dinner, at six. Oh, my God, what was I thinking!?"

Sara slewed herself out of bed, glanced back at her sleeping husband (and dog) and went to shower, dress, and start her T-day preparations.

"Okay, okay, I can do this," Sara mutters to herself. It's just turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans. Cath is bringing the cranberry sauce, and her mom, Lily, is doing pumpkin and mince pies. So, don't panic, Just deal with the turkey."

Sara gets the turkey out of the spare fridge. She reads the instructions; a half hour per pound. The turkey is 21 pounds. So, that baby needs to be in the oven, NOW!

Sara gets the bird in the oven. And returns to the bedroom. Gil has awakened, and even with jet lag, he's missing his lady. He reaches up to grab Sara's hand and she responds…." (Imagination, readers, imagination).

Ten hours later, it's just about time for every one to join them for T-Day dinner. Sara is pretty sure she has it all under control…

All the guests are pretty mellow, courtesy of a variety of wines, and other intoxicants.

Sara goes to get the turkey out of the oven. It looks wonderful; browned, and crackling. The side dishes are ready, the desserts are ready, everything is set.

The turkey is absolutely…raw

Authors' Note: The second and final chapter will be up tomorrow. Enjoy!

-Moochiecat and Prairie