Who Drabbled What?
Chapter Four
By MSCSIFANGSR and JellyBeanChiChi

Drabbles from last chapter written by JellybeanChiChi: 22, 23, 28; by MSCSIFANGSR: 21,24, 25, 26, 27, 29, 30

Prompts given by Microgirl8225: 31. Dog 32. Cereal 33. Tire 34. Blanket 35. Sky
Prompts given by Jenstogner: 36. Persian Rug, 37. Voicemail 38. Scrapbook 39. Card Table 40. Cream Colored Paint

The reader who came the closest to naming the correct drabble author was SylvieT. Mon Congrats!

"The dog did it!" Grissom exclaimed while under interrogation by his wife.

"You can't blame that smell on Hank, what kind of experiment do you have running?"

Gil made no attempt to answer and avoided Sara's eyes.

"So, what are hiding?"

Still Gil remained silent.

"I'm going to find out."

"No experiment, okay? I've become a carnivore again, since you've been in Vegas."

"So that smell is...?"

"Burnt Hachis Parmentier."

"French Shepherd's Pie? Was it good?"

"Sara, I burnt it. I didn't eat it."

"What did you eat instead?"

"Salad."

Sara wrinkled her eyes and smirked, "Serves you right."

Greg reveled in the attention he received from Sara and Catherine as they critiqued his Halloween costume.

Sara examined the different boxes with bloody knives sticking out of them glued to Greg's lab coat. "Lucky Charms... Honey Bunches of Oats... Cheerios... Kix...."

"A Cereal Killer," Catherine said. "Clever, Greg."

Grissom entered the breakroom for a cup of coffee.

"Bossman," Greg said. "When you dress up the ladies notice."

"I dressed up."

"How?" Sara asked.

He pointed to a sticker on his polo shirt. Sara read it aloud. "'Don't look at me.' Gris, I don't get it."

"I'm the invisible man."

Jack Dawson smiled at the two men in front of him. Under suspicion of a brutal crime, Dawson showed no remorse. His arrogant demeanor taunted the cop and CSI.

"Anymore questions?" Dawson said, barely containing his chuckle.

Detective Vega wanted nothing more than to strangle the son-of-a-bitch, but Grissom knew he could get more out of the suspect.

"Why did you take Mr. Sanje's body from the back of the store all the way to your car, dismember him there and then leave his wife's body behind."

"What can I say," Dawson said in a sardonic tone. "I tire easily."

The man smiled at the vision under the old blanket that had been handmade by his grandmother before she'd married. It warmed his heart, his soul to know he and Sara shared in making what was under the blanket.

She was the very image of her mother in miniature: 'Alaia' meant sublime, with dark brunette hair,a long limbed beauty; but she did happen to carry a slight cleft in her chin that was completely inherited from him. He'd loved her at first sight; as he had her mother. Alaia was his first child, but not his last.

Chelsea Landon sexed up three different high rollers. When she went missing, there were three natural suspects, all of whom were mum during questioning.

Warrick and Sara scoped Chelsea's two other love nests, and now worked the third.

Warrick found several books on the nightstand. "Sar?" He yelled. "You remember seeing any self-help books at the other places?"

"Nope," she answered from the living room. Sara found paint stencils and paint swatches with shades of blue from sky to cobalt. "Hey, you find one for expectant mothers?"

Warrick approached with a book. "Who's your daddy?"

"Yeah. That's what she said."

It was Greg's fourth scene after making CSI 1, and the last thing he wanted to do was ask for a favor.

"Hey Sar. You mind finish processing the living room?"

Sara shot him a look. "What's left?"

Greg gulped. "Just the floor."

Sara left the bathroom to see all the work Greg did. All that was left to process was a large Persian rug on the floor. She saw Greg getting pale. "You OK?"

"Did I ever tell you the time I caught Papa and Nana Olaf having sex," Greg shuddered at the memory. "I really hate those rugs.

He asked her to check his voicemail while he showered. Although no new messages, Sara hit "1" out of habit, which started three saved messages.

The first: a flirtatious message Sara left four days ago. The second: a three-month-old message where Sara asked if he was OK after a migraine.

Then the third. "Hi... it's... it's Sara. ... I... I didn't mean to dump my past on you, but ... it felt good, and you were ... a good friend. So... yeah... thanks."

He kept that message for more than a year.

Grissom reemerged. "Any messages?"

"Yes. I love you."

Grissom entered the morgue as Doctor Al Robbins snapped a photo of the victim on his slab.

"A new entry for the scrapbook?"

"Keith Stuart. He played the ever-loving Hooper Crawford on the soap opera, 'Our Bold Hearts,''' Robbins said of the deceased.

"Al, why do you know that?"

"What do you mean, 'Why?'" Robbins said. "It's the most-watched soap for 30 years. My wife loves it."

"Oh," Grissom chucked. "Your wife does..."

"Yes, I have watched it on occasion," Robbins admitted. "Beats the hell out of looking at beetles."

"You haven't seen the right beetles."

Grissom quickly assembled the card table in his living room.

He had vacillated for a long time on the viability of allowing his poker buddies access to his townhouse, but in the end, former sheriff Montgomery had the last word.

"Gil, you ain't married, son. We don't care if your house is messy. See you next Tuesday."

Of the four men coming to his house tonight, three had criminal pasts. It made for an interesting night of anecdotes and cards.

The doorbell rang, Grissom opened the door expecting his guests or the caterer, but instead found a forlorn Sara Sidle.

Some things always looked familiar. The look of passion in his eyes. The way his mouth curved to the left as he entered her fully.

And other things, while familiar, go unnoticed.

As Sara reveled in Grissom's touches and his breath upon her neck, her eyes followed the path of the sunbeams peeking through the curtains.

Right up to the bedroom walls.

Sara's uncontrollable laughter caused Grissom to stop.

"Honey? What?"

"Cream-colored paint," she said between snorts. "Just like the old joke... beige... I think I'll paint the walls beige."

Grissom's confusion only made Sara laugh more.

TBC

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