Title: Recurring Nightmares
Rating: M, just to be on the safe side
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by CBS and their creators even the show has finished. But let's face it. It still goes on for us fans, especially GSR.
Some dialogs are taken from episode 13x15 (Forget Me Not)
A/N:
So this is my first time to write a story after a very, very long time (11 years to be exact). My first ones were also published here under another name (but I won't tell what it is because those stories suck). This story has been going on in my mind for quite some time now. And I just couldn't let it go so I decided to finally write this. I figured it would be published just in time for Sara's birth month as it is incorporated in the plot. It took me a while, though, because I have to watch the saddest episode of the entire series over and over again. And it was really hard.
Lastly, this is my first time to write smut (oh yes, there will be smut) so bear with me. Though, I openly accept kind criticisms.
This was not beta'd so I take full responsibility for all mistakes in this chapter. Enjoy!
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"Nothing happened."
"He's setting me up. He set me up at the hotel and he's setting me up now."
"He is the one behind this. You know I didn't do this."
"You're done, Ronald! This time for real."
Sara finally opened her eyes, finding it damp from tears that never fell. She carefully wiped her eyes hoping that her actions go unnoticed. Relief flooded through her as she realized she was alone lying on the berth in the cabin of Grissom's boat. From the sound the boat was emitting, the constant vibration she felt on the bed, and the mild waving motion against the sea indicated that they were on the move. She rolled over to her back stretching out her muscles, tensed from maintaining an uncomfortable position from sleep and maybe from the bad dream she just had. She sighed deeply and closing her eyes, remembering the vivid scenes.
'I guess it's that time of the year again,' she thought with dread.
She opened her eyes again and looked around the small compact cabin bathed somehow in soft light emanating from the tinted windows. The cabin of Ishmael offered only little space for both Grissom and her. On one corner held different electronic equipment, gadgets, and their laptops they needed to communicate with the rest of their team and small stacks of folders containing information regarding different missions during their voyage across the sea. The other corner stood a small stove and a sink. At the end of the bed was a simple bathroom designed for their basic necessities. Their baggage and other personal stuff were crammed under the bed.
Actually, Grissom had his berth expanded a bit so it could better accommodate them both. But it did little to the space. But Sara didn't mind, telling him that, "We've spent a lot of nights in spaces a lot smaller than this," adorning that seductive smile that Grissom find so hard to resist and her hands around his neck, remembering those steamy nights spent on a simple cot strong enough to support both their weights in the middle of a hot and humid climate of the rainforest.
Life was actually going great for the couple. It had been almost a year since they reunited and sailed into the seas. Almost a year since he resurfaced in her life after that serendipitous encounter in Las Vegas, not knowing back then that it was her final big case that she would be working on. But she was grateful for this chance. Another chance that was given to them to reassure themselves that they never really stopped loving each other even after several years of being apart.
They got married again weeks after getting back together and has been continuing Grissom's mission as a watcher and protector of the seas under Oceanpeace. Sara met his fellow advocates and she was warmly welcomed by them to the organization. Since then, they journeyed across the oceans catching fishermen and raiding their shipping vessels that go about violating marine laws and became somewhat, as they both amusedly call themselves, CSIs of the sea.
They currently finished multiple 'operations' somewhere in the Pacific near Alaska and Larry, the leader of their team, was so pleased with their consecutive busts that they were given a break from their voyage at sea. Technically, a month of vacation to spend just by themselves. And here they are, Grissom currently navigating their boat to a place unknown to Sara, saying that it was a surprise.
Sara smiled and was pulled out of her reverie as she decided to go greet the subject of her musings. She finally got up, got dressed, and went to meet Grissom at the helm. She found him staring into the distance, steering in a straight direction, a silhouette of a skyline barely visible at a distance. Sara silently walked up to Grissom and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. He turned his head at his shoulder, a ghost of a smile on his face, and placed a hand on top of hers before looking back ahead.
"I didn't want to wake you up," he greeted.
"It's okay," she replied, "I just missed you in bed."
He smiled at her reply. "I prepared breakfast for you. It's downstairs right by the stove. You should fill yourself up. We got a whole day waiting for us."
Sara leaned her cheek on Grissom's shoulder and continued staring into the nearing horizon blanketed by a few clouds and the brightness of the midmorning sun. "Where are we headed anyway?"
He grinned mischievously. "You'll see soon enough."
After a moment, Sara squinted at the distance and was able to slowly familiarize a certain bridge. "Is that the Golden Gate Bridge?"
Grissom turned to her with a sweet smile on his face, "Welcome back to The Bay, honey."
He was rewarded with her megawatt smile, showing the gap between her two front teeth. Sara put her hands on the side of his face and kissed him with such passion that took his breath away.
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"How long did you plan this?" Sara looked around the car as she was seated at the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt, still could not hide her elation from being where they are at the moment. She was also thinking Grissom could have not pulled all these off easily as they were nowhere near California for the past few weeks. When they parked Ishmael on the docks, this rented car was already waiting for them at the nearest parking lot as if someone had arranged it for them and knew they were coming.
As Grissom was reversing into the main road, he refused to meet Sara's eyes with a hint of reluctance. But she put her hand on his on the gear and squeezed gently. He glanced at her quickly and replied, "Maybe I was kind of planning something for your birthday."
"But it's not until two weeks from now," she retorted as they drove on forward.
"I know. But it's still your birth month. So…"
"How did you pull this off?"
"Well, aside from being busy with our bust in Alaska, I was working on an extra-curricular at the side."
"I kind of figured that out," she chuckled. "But I was with you. And we were at the ocean."
"I have many connections," he winked at her.
She laughed in agreement. "Yes, you do." Sara slowly shook her head, still in disbelief. "I had no idea."
"Well, it will not be a surprise if you knew it then, won't it?"
She smiled softly at him and squeezed his hand again. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet. We are just getting started."
"Still."
Grissom opened his hand and laced his fingers with hers, offering a small sweet smile, saying nothing.
Then Sara turned back to the road, looked around the familiar buildings and landmarks. "So, what hotel are we staying at?"
Grissom slightly tensed at her question but recovered instantly. "Well, we are not staying at a hotel."
Sara turned to him with a confused look, "Then where?"
"You'll see," Grissom replied, kissing her hand, hinting no more.
