Author's Note: This was written for Lori, a whipper fan and a friend, in the spirit of fun sometime after the airing of "Living Doll," the season seven finale.
Disclaimer: I do not own the show CSI, or it's characters.
Grissom's cell phone rings. He's not going to answer, but he looks at the caller ID display and sees that it's Cath so he flicks open the phone. "Grissom."
"I realize that you probably couldn't care less anymore, but I thought I'd pass on the word…Sara's missing."
"Again?"
"Yup."
"Hand it off to days. Let Ecklie find her."
Cath laughs, "Gil, Ecklie couldn't hit water if he fell out a boat."
"Let's hope he doesn't disappoint this time. Don't call me again today Cath okay? I'm on vacation."
"You are on vacation? Really? It's about time. Where are you?"
"Someplace wonderful Cath, absolutely wonderful."
"Well enjoy... and...say hi to Heather for me; wherever you two are."
"Who told you that Heather's with me?"
There's a brief pause on the phone line and then she says; with a trace of laughter in her voice, "You just did Gil."
"Sneaky woman!"
She laughs. "Have fun, and remember to hide the evidence if things get REALLY fun. I'm hanging up now."
"Good. See ya in a few days Cath."
He hangs up; puts his phone away and then leans back into the soft cushions of a chaise lounge, placing a hand behind his head and crossing his bare feet at the ankles. He stares up into the green eyes of the woman standing beside him. She is handing him an ice cold beer. He smiles contentedly and accepts the drink. "Catherine says Hi." She nods without comment and studies him a moment.
"So... We're on vacation; are we Mr. Grissom?" He sees one perfectly arched eyebrow go up.
"Yes, my lady; we most certainly are."
She uses one knee to nudge his thigh, indicating that his should scoot over and make room for her beside him. He does so and she settles in; pulling his arm around her as she snuggles close. She tilts her head to look up at him, smiles, takes his beer from him and then takes a long pull from the bottle as she looks around the patio in her own backyard. "But, Gil we haven't gone anywhere."
He puts a finger to her lips. "Shhh... that's a secret. Don't tell anyone."
She places a hand on her chest and asks, "Who? Me? Give away your secrets, and spoil whatever delicious plans your making? Not a chance. I won't say a word."
He twists away from her without letting go and sets the beer bottle on a nearby table, then touches her face as he leans in close. "Good." He whispers the instant before their lips touch.
