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Birthday Wishes
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It was the one day of the year Grissom dreaded the most. While it held a certain amount of signifigance for most people, he was indifferent to it. August 17th; his birthday. While most people made wishes, some of them granted, his only wish never came to be. He had resigned himself to this fact many years ago, thusly, he stopped wishing and began dreading. He dreaded the efforts that his team members went to in order to try and cheer him up; all this day meant to him was that he was 1 year older and 1 year closer to death. He was morbid that way.
As he sat in his office awaiting the inevitable, his co-workers were setting out the gifts and tokens along with the usual; cake, beverages, etc. He hid in his office for most of the shift, under the guise of tackling the mounting pile of paperwork he needed to complete. Several members of his team tried, in vain, to get him out of his office; he would not budge. That was until he received a page from Greg letting him know that his results had come in. He rose from behind his desk and, approaching the door, he poked his head out of his doorway, making sure the coast was clear. Seeing that all was well, he made his way to the DNA lab. As he walked down the hall, he could see that the lighting was unusually low for Greg to perform his duties. Then it hit him, they were conspiring. He quickly turned to return to his office when he was met by Nick and Warrick. They stood behind him like a brick wall. They approached him and he took a few steps back. They looked at him, knowing what he was trying to do.
"You can't fight it, man." Nick said
Warrick smiled.
"You can either come peacefully, or we can carry you. It's up to you." Warrick stated, looking very imposing.
Grissom sighed deeply and turned back around and walked into the lab. As soon as he hit the door, the lights came on and he could see streamers hanging from everything that was nailed down. On the table in the corner of the room he saw several gifts that had been wrapped and a cake that read, "Happy ??th Birthday, Grissom." He cracked a smile at the question marks on his cake, they knew he hated to be reminded of his age.
Cake was served and a bottle of champagne had been brought. Brass held the bottle, attempting to remove the cork, and applying a bit too much pressure, the cork flew out of the bottle and hit Nick right in the eye. Nick covered his eye and walked to the small freezer and removed a cold pack, placing it over his eye.
"Man, were you aiming for me, or what?" Nick asked, cringing from the pain
"Sorry 'bout that.." Jim said, genuinely apologizing for the incident
They all sat around the table as Grissom opened his gifts. Warrick had given him a new set of dusting brushes. Nick had given him tickets to a Pink Floyd reunion concert. Catherine and Lindsay had given him a Gaboon Viper, from Ebay and some Black Widow spders. As he reached for the last gift, which was actually a card, he noticed that Sara was nowhere to be found. He opened the card and read it to himself.
"To the Birthday Boy, May all your wishes come true. Love Always, Sara." "PS, use it wisely."
Grissom noticed that there was something else in the envelope, apart from the card. He tipped it over and a key slid out and landed in the palm of his hand. He quickly pocketed it and closed the card and slipped it into his back pocket. Then it hit him, it was her day off, that's why she was not there. But what did the key mean? Was it to her place? He didn't know. He would call her and thank her for the card and see if the topic of the key came up. All in all, it was not as bad as he thought it would be. The only thing that troubled him was Sara's card.
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Grissom sat at his desk and contemplated calling Sara. He looked at his watch and noted that the time was 23:00hrs. She should still be awake. He picked up the receiver and dialed. The phone rang.
"Sidle."
"Hey, Sara."
"Hey, Birthday Boy. Did they humiliate you again this year?"
"It wasn't as bad as last year, but it was a bit uncomfortable."
"Well, at least you got through it in one piece, I would hate for you to be too stressed out." she said, sweetly. "Did you get my card?"
"Yes, I did. Thank you."
He paused for a moment before asking about the key.
"Sara, what's they key for?"
He could hear her softly laughing on the other end before responding.
"You're a grown man, use your imagination." she said playfully
"Um..Oh." he said
Thoughts ran through his head. Thoughts he was not sure he should be having. His breathing increased and his heart felt as if it were going to jump out of his chest. She must have picked up on some of this, as her next comment was dead on.
"You've got the right idea. I can hear it." she said. "Listen, I have to go, I've...um....got something in the...oven. Yeah, that's right. I'll see you later, right?"
And before his mind could tell him to say no he found himself saying,
"Yes."
"Great. Whenever you're done and ready, come on over." she directed.
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Grissom sat at his desk watching the clock on the wall and comparing it's time to that on his watch. He was wrestling with if he should go to Sara after shift was over. For the last 4 years that had been his one and only wish; to be with Sara, even if only for one night. In past years, he had hoped too hard and wished too often. Now it seemed as though he might actually get his wish. He could not help but think about how it would effect their working relationship if they ventured down that particular road. Now he was being given the chance, and by God, he was going to take it.
He looked down at his watch again and saw that it was just under an hour before shift end. He would tell Catherine he was leaving and then go to Sara. He found Catherine in the break room, playing paper football with Warrick, Nick was sprawled out along the couch, dead to the world.
"Catherine, I'm going to head out."
"Ok, Gil. Happy Birthday." she said
Grissom left the lab and headed to his truck. While on his way, he realized that he had no protection to speak of. He stopped at a drug store and picked up several items; a large box of condoms, a package of contraceptive film, and some Astro-Glide, just in case. He thought he might be being a bit too overly optimistic, but hell, it was his birthday and he wasn't going to miss out because he was ill prepared.
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He arrived at Sara's apartment moments later. He shut off the engine to his truck, grabbed his bag of contraceptives and ascended the steps to her apartment. He raised his hand to knock, then he remembered he had a key. He removed it from his pocket and tried to slip it into the doorknob. Not only did the key not fit, but the lower lock, on the knob, was unlocked. He turned the knob, but the door would not open. He, then tried the deadbolt and he heard a click, then the door opened. He quietly pushed the door open and was surprised to see that the apartment was laden with lit candles and a red velvet ribbon leading from the front door to what he knew was Sara's bedroom door. Her bedroom door was closed, but the ribbon continued on through the doorway.
He slowly opened the bedroom door and peeked his head in. The room was lit by sparsely placed, lighted candles. He saw the ribbon across the floor and leading up to the bed, seeming to stop at Sara's sleeping form. He took one of the candles in his hand and walked over to his sleeping beauty. As he held the candle above her, he noticed that she was wearing, what appeared to be nothing, save for a big red bow in the middle of her back. He smiled as he gazed down at her glorious form. He thought to himself that she was so beautiful and peaceful looking while she slept.
He set the candle back on the night table and began to undress. When he had removed all his clothing, save for his boxer shorts, he climbed into bed and scooted up behind her, draping his right arm around her waist. She did not move. He took this time to soak in all the beauty that she held, within her and externally. After an hour or so of gazing, he fell asleep. It was the most restful sleep he had had in quite some time.
He woke during the afternoon and was surprised to find that Sara was still asleep. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes before making his way to the bathroom. He did his business and returned to bed, slipping carefully beneath the covers and lay on his back, head turned to admire Sara as she continued to doze. After about an hour, she began to stir. She lay on her stomach and turned her head to find that she was not alone in her bed. She blinked her eyes several times, trying to focus on the man next to her. Her vision cleared and she smiled.
"Good morning, birthday boy." she said sleepily
"Good afternoon, sleeping beauty." he responded in kind
He looked at her as she woke and she rolled onto her side, her head resting on Grissom's chest. He draped his left arm around her shoulders and placed a kiss atop her head. He smiled at her and drew her a bit closer to him.
"So, what's my present?" he asked playfully
She smiled and responded playfully.
"Well, Its thin and about 5 feet 10 inches long, with a big red bow on it. I ran out of wrapping paper so I just went with the bow."
Grissom dropped his hand from her shoulder and removed the bow from her bare back. He reached around her and took the bow in his right hand.
"Oh, you mean this bow?" he asked, jokingly
Sara looked at the bow in his hand and smiled.
"That would be it." she said, from behind a rather large grin.
TBC?--
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Birthday Wishes
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It was the one day of the year Grissom dreaded the most. While it held a certain amount of signifigance for most people, he was indifferent to it. August 17th; his birthday. While most people made wishes, some of them granted, his only wish never came to be. He had resigned himself to this fact many years ago, thusly, he stopped wishing and began dreading. He dreaded the efforts that his team members went to in order to try and cheer him up; all this day meant to him was that he was 1 year older and 1 year closer to death. He was morbid that way.
As he sat in his office awaiting the inevitable, his co-workers were setting out the gifts and tokens along with the usual; cake, beverages, etc. He hid in his office for most of the shift, under the guise of tackling the mounting pile of paperwork he needed to complete. Several members of his team tried, in vain, to get him out of his office; he would not budge. That was until he received a page from Greg letting him know that his results had come in. He rose from behind his desk and, approaching the door, he poked his head out of his doorway, making sure the coast was clear. Seeing that all was well, he made his way to the DNA lab. As he walked down the hall, he could see that the lighting was unusually low for Greg to perform his duties. Then it hit him, they were conspiring. He quickly turned to return to his office when he was met by Nick and Warrick. They stood behind him like a brick wall. They approached him and he took a few steps back. They looked at him, knowing what he was trying to do.
"You can't fight it, man." Nick said
Warrick smiled.
"You can either come peacefully, or we can carry you. It's up to you." Warrick stated, looking very imposing.
Grissom sighed deeply and turned back around and walked into the lab. As soon as he hit the door, the lights came on and he could see streamers hanging from everything that was nailed down. On the table in the corner of the room he saw several gifts that had been wrapped and a cake that read, "Happy ??th Birthday, Grissom." He cracked a smile at the question marks on his cake, they knew he hated to be reminded of his age.
Cake was served and a bottle of champagne had been brought. Brass held the bottle, attempting to remove the cork, and applying a bit too much pressure, the cork flew out of the bottle and hit Nick right in the eye. Nick covered his eye and walked to the small freezer and removed a cold pack, placing it over his eye.
"Man, were you aiming for me, or what?" Nick asked, cringing from the pain
"Sorry 'bout that.." Jim said, genuinely apologizing for the incident
They all sat around the table as Grissom opened his gifts. Warrick had given him a new set of dusting brushes. Nick had given him tickets to a Pink Floyd reunion concert. Catherine and Lindsay had given him a Gaboon Viper, from Ebay and some Black Widow spders. As he reached for the last gift, which was actually a card, he noticed that Sara was nowhere to be found. He opened the card and read it to himself.
"To the Birthday Boy, May all your wishes come true. Love Always, Sara." "PS, use it wisely."
Grissom noticed that there was something else in the envelope, apart from the card. He tipped it over and a key slid out and landed in the palm of his hand. He quickly pocketed it and closed the card and slipped it into his back pocket. Then it hit him, it was her day off, that's why she was not there. But what did the key mean? Was it to her place? He didn't know. He would call her and thank her for the card and see if the topic of the key came up. All in all, it was not as bad as he thought it would be. The only thing that troubled him was Sara's card.
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Grissom sat at his desk and contemplated calling Sara. He looked at his watch and noted that the time was 23:00hrs. She should still be awake. He picked up the receiver and dialed. The phone rang.
"Sidle."
"Hey, Sara."
"Hey, Birthday Boy. Did they humiliate you again this year?"
"It wasn't as bad as last year, but it was a bit uncomfortable."
"Well, at least you got through it in one piece, I would hate for you to be too stressed out." she said, sweetly. "Did you get my card?"
"Yes, I did. Thank you."
He paused for a moment before asking about the key.
"Sara, what's they key for?"
He could hear her softly laughing on the other end before responding.
"You're a grown man, use your imagination." she said playfully
"Um..Oh." he said
Thoughts ran through his head. Thoughts he was not sure he should be having. His breathing increased and his heart felt as if it were going to jump out of his chest. She must have picked up on some of this, as her next comment was dead on.
"You've got the right idea. I can hear it." she said. "Listen, I have to go, I've...um....got something in the...oven. Yeah, that's right. I'll see you later, right?"
And before his mind could tell him to say no he found himself saying,
"Yes."
"Great. Whenever you're done and ready, come on over." she directed.
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Grissom sat at his desk watching the clock on the wall and comparing it's time to that on his watch. He was wrestling with if he should go to Sara after shift was over. For the last 4 years that had been his one and only wish; to be with Sara, even if only for one night. In past years, he had hoped too hard and wished too often. Now it seemed as though he might actually get his wish. He could not help but think about how it would effect their working relationship if they ventured down that particular road. Now he was being given the chance, and by God, he was going to take it.
He looked down at his watch again and saw that it was just under an hour before shift end. He would tell Catherine he was leaving and then go to Sara. He found Catherine in the break room, playing paper football with Warrick, Nick was sprawled out along the couch, dead to the world.
"Catherine, I'm going to head out."
"Ok, Gil. Happy Birthday." she said
Grissom left the lab and headed to his truck. While on his way, he realized that he had no protection to speak of. He stopped at a drug store and picked up several items; a large box of condoms, a package of contraceptive film, and some Astro-Glide, just in case. He thought he might be being a bit too overly optimistic, but hell, it was his birthday and he wasn't going to miss out because he was ill prepared.
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He arrived at Sara's apartment moments later. He shut off the engine to his truck, grabbed his bag of contraceptives and ascended the steps to her apartment. He raised his hand to knock, then he remembered he had a key. He removed it from his pocket and tried to slip it into the doorknob. Not only did the key not fit, but the lower lock, on the knob, was unlocked. He turned the knob, but the door would not open. He, then tried the deadbolt and he heard a click, then the door opened. He quietly pushed the door open and was surprised to see that the apartment was laden with lit candles and a red velvet ribbon leading from the front door to what he knew was Sara's bedroom door. Her bedroom door was closed, but the ribbon continued on through the doorway.
He slowly opened the bedroom door and peeked his head in. The room was lit by sparsely placed, lighted candles. He saw the ribbon across the floor and leading up to the bed, seeming to stop at Sara's sleeping form. He took one of the candles in his hand and walked over to his sleeping beauty. As he held the candle above her, he noticed that she was wearing, what appeared to be nothing, save for a big red bow in the middle of her back. He smiled as he gazed down at her glorious form. He thought to himself that she was so beautiful and peaceful looking while she slept.
He set the candle back on the night table and began to undress. When he had removed all his clothing, save for his boxer shorts, he climbed into bed and scooted up behind her, draping his right arm around her waist. She did not move. He took this time to soak in all the beauty that she held, within her and externally. After an hour or so of gazing, he fell asleep. It was the most restful sleep he had had in quite some time.
He woke during the afternoon and was surprised to find that Sara was still asleep. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes before making his way to the bathroom. He did his business and returned to bed, slipping carefully beneath the covers and lay on his back, head turned to admire Sara as she continued to doze. After about an hour, she began to stir. She lay on her stomach and turned her head to find that she was not alone in her bed. She blinked her eyes several times, trying to focus on the man next to her. Her vision cleared and she smiled.
"Good morning, birthday boy." she said sleepily
"Good afternoon, sleeping beauty." he responded in kind
He looked at her as she woke and she rolled onto her side, her head resting on Grissom's chest. He draped his left arm around her shoulders and placed a kiss atop her head. He smiled at her and drew her a bit closer to him.
"So, what's my present?" he asked playfully
She smiled and responded playfully.
"Well, Its thin and about 5 feet 10 inches long, with a big red bow on it. I ran out of wrapping paper so I just went with the bow."
Grissom dropped his hand from her shoulder and removed the bow from her bare back. He reached around her and took the bow in his right hand.
"Oh, you mean this bow?" he asked, jokingly
Sara looked at the bow in his hand and smiled.
"That would be it." she said, from behind a rather large grin.
TBC?--