I do not own these characters…Stephenie Meyer, CBS, and Jerry Bruckheimer do :(
Chapter 4: Sleepy Time for Sara
Bella's POV
Edward and I were "discussing the national debt" when we heard someone say, "Ok, I'll catch you later, I gotta talk to Griss I think he's in his office."
Edward sat up and mumbled an almost incoherent "Shit" before grabbing the walkie-talkie.
"Shopaholic, this is Masochistic Lion…we have a problem!!"
Alice's POV
"Shopaholic, this is Masochistic Lion…we have a problem!!"
"Great plan Jazzy!!" I said snapping out of one of my visions.
"Chill Mr. Masochistic Lion, we have the file and everything is under control. Go back to making out with your wife," I shouted, I knew human Bella would be blushing beet red at my last comment.
My walkie-talkie crackled but then grew silent. I rolled my eyes knowing that Edward couldn't come up with a good comeback.
"Jazzy we have about ten seconds before Sara walks through that door, so turn off the lights, get in position, and follow my lead."
Just as I predicted Sara knocked lightly and then opened the door. She flipped on the light and gasped. Jasper was standing on Grissom's chair dancing to a non-existent hula beat, while I lounged quietly on his desk arguing with a non-existent fairy.
"Oh, hi Sara my name is Princess Pixiedust, and this is Chief Squatonrock," I said pointing to jasper and trying to suppress a giggle that was threatening to escape.
"Ummm, I'm going to call security," she said turning an odd shade of red and backing towards the door.
"WAIT!!!--" I yelled "—my friend Fairydust wanted to tell you something. She sees you and that Grissom man getting married and living in a house with a white picket fence," I said giving Jasper the signal with a subtle nodding of my head.
Before Sara could say anything, Jasper sent a wave of calm so big she dropped like an over worked horse. After picking her up and setting her on the couch we left.
"Goodnight Judy," we said as we waltzed out the door.
I finally let out my pent up giggles when we heard Grissom enter his office.
"Sara?"
"Oh my goodness Griss, I just had the strangest dream about hula dancers and fortunetelling pixies!!!"
The last thing we heard as we walked away from the building was, "Okay Sara, I'm sure it was fascinating, now let's get you home."
"Yeah and how about we go home as well," Rosalie said linking her arm with Emmett's.
