Jackson and Greta are my original characters, but I don't own CSI.
This actually happened to my brother-in-law a few years ago, and I thought it would make a cool story. Not much of a description, but I do hope you enjoy...and pretty please review!
Sara Sidle looked onto the lake and happily sighed. It had been two years since she and her husband Gil Grissom got back together. While she still worked occasionally with her extended family at the crime lab, she was more than happy to just be with her husband. So, after helping her team with a difficult case the past week, Sara was more than happy to have dinner with her husband and take a relaxing sail on Lake Mead.
She'd just poured a glass of Chardonnay and leaned back, just admiring the view. Gil smiled at his beautiful wife. They planned to take a sail and just take some vacation time for the next few days.
Sara sighed contently and closed her eyes, just enjoying the breeze and letting herself relax. She leaned into Gil's arms as he gently massaged her shoulders, just enjoying the evening and each other.
As she was just about asleep, Sara's cell phone rang. She opened her eyes and groaned.
"You don't have to answer that," Gil said.
Sara sighed softly and smiled at her husband. He smiled gently as she begrudgingly pulled her cell phone from her pocket. Without looking at the caller ID, she answered. "Do not tell me I have to come in for someone."
Silence was on the other end of the line. Sara narrowed her eyebrows. "Hello?"
Soft breathing was heard on the other end. "Who..." Sara started.
"Ah!" and a soft sigh was said on the other end. Then the line disconnected.
Sara pulled her phone away from her ear and frowned. "Wrong number?" Gil asked.
Shaking her head, Sara looked at the caller information. She looked perplexed as she called the number she knew so well.
TBC...