Chapter Two
Really Short Random Thoughts
Disclaimers et al. See first Chapter.
Prompts from ProWriter11: Peaches, steak, air conditioner, penis ring, and prickly heat.
"I've always heard that the best peaches were grown in Georgia." Grissom couldn't believe they were arguing over something so mundane.
He hated the taste of peaches, springing from an incident from his childhood when he and his cousin happened upon an orchard of peaches, while exploring the woods near his uncle's home. The two 8 year olds had eaten peaches until both puked. And then puked some more. And did it again.
The thought of eating one now, nauseated him.
"No, I'm telling you , they are grown in California." Sara smirked as she bit into the full ripeness.
What Gil Grissom really wanted to order was a steak.
Yeah, a big, fat, juicy, sirloin or a rare T-bone or a filet.
But he was on a date with a co-worker who was a vegetarian. She wasn't just someone from work. Sara Sidle was the woman that he'd been secretly or not so secretly in love with for years. She was so much more.
She didn't eat meat. Because she'd sat with him and watched a pig rot. It didn't bother him at all, he could eat anything.
So he ordered the grilled portabella mushrooms instead.
In Las Vegas when the air conditioner goes out in one's automobile in the middle of July as the heat inched toward the all time high of 117 degrees, it was considered a bad omen.
Sara drove to work anyway, over heated with windows down, hair blown, gritty, and was more than a little irritated.
Walking toward the showers in order to cool down, she noticed her boss already in his office. Sara couldn't stop the tightness in her chest when she noted he was not alone.
The tall blonde sat almost in his lap.
Bad omens indeed, she thought.
His flight had been delayed by a penis ring.
Yes, a man wearing a metal cock ring had tried to go through security and pass undetected. Homeland Security was not amused.
"But we were only going to join the mile high club." The man's explanation hadn't helped his cause, as the Federal agents lead the man toward the interrogation area.
Grissom immediately thought of Sara when the infamous society was mentioned and felt his own cock stir.
In approximately 5 hours he'd be back in Vegas. Then he'd know if she would allow him back in her bed.
"I just can't believe the baby could get prickly heat, now in the winter. She was born in the middle of summer in the rainforest, she should have developed an immunity to it, don't you think?"
"Sara, there is no immunity to diaper rash."
"We should have used some of the over-the-counter ointments."
"Sara, Alaia is a perfect child, with a bit of redness on her bottom. It's okay. Don't worry. Having diaper rash is not a blemish on your motherhood record." Grissom took the three month old, nestling her in his arm, then leaned over and kissed his wife.
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