Chapter Ten:
Epilogue:
Sara's hand gently traced the bruised area on his forehead.
He glanced over and wiped her cheeks.
"You promised," he whispered. "No more tears."
"I'm sorry," she whispered back. "I really hurt you."
"I have to admit, I didn't think you would throw that last rock," he said.
"Neither did I," she said.
He stared at her. "Then why did you do it?"
"I remembered Lady Heather," she said.
"Good thing you didn't remember her after the shot below the knee," he said.
She glanced down at his body. "Me too."
She slowly kissed each bruise.
"If I knew you were going to do that then maybe I wouldn't have minded if you hit me there… Sara, I was just kidding," he teased as she straddled his waist.
"No more backsliding?" she asked.
"I've learned my lesson," he said. "I don't want to face off with you again."
She smirked as she leaned down and kissed him. "Do you remember everything?" he asked.
"Yes, I do," she said nibbling at his chest.
"Everything?" he asked again.
"I remember this," she said smiling up at him.
"Good," he said.
"Maybe the details are a little fuzzy," she said.
His lips took hers and she felt her body molding into his. Her foot rubbed his leg and he groaned.
Her hand pressed on his chest as she attempted to position herself only to find another sore spot.
"Sorry," she whispered.
"Let me," he said as he grabbed her reversing positions and she suddenly found herself flat on her back. He deepened the kiss and she moaned. He groaned as his knee made contact with the bed.
Their eyes locked.
"Is there some spot that doesn't hurt?" she asked.
"Here," he pointed to his lips.
She kissed them.
"Sara?"
"Hmmm?"
"What did you do with that rock?" he asked.
"It's in a safe place," she said.
"I'm not going to backslide," he said.
"Just try it," she said with conviction.
He flinched when he tried to roll to his side.
"Did Doc give you something for the pain?" she asked.
"I'm fine Sara," he said.
"You never should have followed," she said. "Really Grissom, where could I have gone? I was heading out into the desert."
"I wanted to talk with you…explain…"
"Should have let me cool down," she said. "I hope you got something out of this…disagreement."
"If this was a disagreement, I'm not sure I can survive a fight….but yeah, I did. Never fight with you in the desert where there's a steady supply of rocks and never gamble that you might miss," he said.
"Ever regret teaching me how to shoot?" she asked.
"Today when that last rock nailed me…tomorrow…no," he said.
Her hand caressed the lump.
"Does it really hurt?" she whispered.
He caressed the lump on the back of her head.
"Does it really hurt?" he whispered back.
They both shook their heads.
"Griss?"
"Hmmm?" he responded as he kissed her neck.
"Do you think Brass will tell anyone about our disagreement?" asked Sara.
"It was a fight Sara," he said. "God, I hope not. Doc is still chuckling over it. I had to sit through a lecture of how not to piss off your spouse. According to Jim and Doc, I have a lot to learn."
"Spouse?" she asked.
"Well, yeah. You see Jim and the officer were talking about married life and pointing out all of the things I was doing wrong."
"Spouse?" she asked again.
"I didn't think I did anything wrong…until you hit me with that first rock," he said. "I guess I should have just stopped but then I was too angry…"
"Spouse?" she asked louder.
"I wanted nothing more than to get my hands on you and…"
"Gilbert!"
It got his attention.
"Spouse?" she asked.
"You still want to be married don't you?" he asked sounding worried.
"Spouse?" she asked but then added "married?"
"I thought you said you remembered everything?" he asked.
Her eyes widened.
"Sara, stop," he said. "This is not funny. You said you remembered everything."
The look of shock continued.
"We settled for plain gold bands. We said the rings would be a symbol of our love. When you came in the next shift I had left my wedding band in the shower stall. You noticed it immediately. I told you that it didn't change anything but you…"
"You mean….we're really…married?" she managed to get out.
He was quiet for a moment but then he slowly smirked and she felt the bed shake with his laughter.
"Gotcha!" he said.
He grimaced from the blow to the stomach.
She struggled out of the bed as he reached for her.
"Sara….wait! Where are you going? Don't get that rock!"
"I have something better," she said. "My revolver!"
"You have any idea what I've been going through these last few days?" he asked.
"You have any idea where I want to shove that last rock?" she sneered. "I'll give you a clue you're sitting on it!"
"Sara…"
"This disagreement…fight was your fault!" she yelled. "If you hadn't been so pig headed…"
He silenced her with a kiss.
"If you hadn't…" She was silenced by another kiss followed by another.
"Griss?"
"Hmmm?"
"Could we always make up like this?" she whispered after he made love to her.
"Marry me," he whispered.
She tried to slow her breathing.
"I think we could be good at married life," he whispered.
"Chapel of Burning Love huh?" she teased.
"We could just drive down the strip and…Sara, we're never going to leave if you keep doing that…don't stop," he whispered.
Next day:
Grissom sat there as the others quietly looked at him.
He glanced up and met their stares. "What?" he finally asked.
"What happened to you?" asked Nick.
Grissom's hand flew up to his forehead and winced at the bruised knot.
"Nothing," he said.
"That looks bad," said Catherine. "Did you have that looked at by a doctor?"
"Yes…I did," he said.
Nick and Warrick exchanged looks.
Greg and Sara rushed into the room and sat down.
"Sorry we're late," she said out of breath. "We were finishing up on that…"
"Wow, she really did nail you with that rock?" blurted out Greg.
Sara's face turned red and Grissom's head shot up.
He glanced at Sara as she mouthed "sorry."
"Wait, someone hit you?" asked Nick.
"Were you working a case?" asked Warrick.
"I never heard about it," chimed in Catherine.
"It uhm was a misunderstanding," said Grissom.
Sara's eyes dropped to her hands in her lap.
His right hand quickly sought hers.
"Sara hit him with a rock," piped up Greg.
All eyes shot to Sara.
"I remembered," she said. "I remembered what made me mad."
"Grissom," they said in unison.
She nodded.
"It figures," said Catherine.
"So Sara, you really hit Grissom with a rock?" asked Nick.
She nodded.
The guys smirked.
"Grissom said it was a misunderstanding," said Warrick. "What did he misunderstand?"
"To duck," said Greg.
Nick chuckled followed by the others.
"Had your fun?" asked Grissom.
"Yeah….no," said Warrick as he continued to laugh.
Sara fidgeted.
"Told you she had a temper," said Greg to Nick.
"I do not!" Sara yelled as she punched Greg in the arm.
Greg rubbed his arm and slid away.
"Sara is going to be gone for awhile," said Grissom.
"You're suspending her, aren't you?" asked Greg.
"I'm taking off as well," he said. "Catherine is going to be in charge."
Catherine smiled.
"Wait, both of you are taking off at the same time?" asked Catherine.
"Yes, we're going to follow in the footsteps of Darwin," he said with glee.
The others looked confused.
"We're going on a honeymoon," said Sara.
"Why there?" asked Greg.
"It was Penny's idea. It was her final way of shoving it in the writer's face as to their idea of a GSR ending."
"What's GSR?" asked Greg.
"It's something CBS never understood but we don't care anymore. We're married, going on a honeymoon and I heard that we usually have a son named Matthew," said Grissom.
Sara's mouth dropped.
"A baby?" asked Sara.
"Yeah, what is it about the name Matthew?" asked Nick. "She names the kid Matthew every time."
"Penny should name it after one of us," said Greg.
"She did once or twice," said Brass with a grin as he stepped inside the room.
"Oh go ahead. Rub it in….so the kid was named after you a few times," said Warrick.
"That's because Penny likes him best," whined Greg.
"What can I say?" chuckled Brass.
"Why can't it be a girl and name it after me?" asked Catherine.
"Wait…who said anything about a baby?" asked Sara.
"I believe there were twins in one of her stories," said Grissom. "We had our hands full."
"Hey, I liked that story! I was Sara's father," said Brass.
"Wait, what about a baby?" asked Sara. "Penny didn't say anything about a baby in this story!"
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Final note from author:
Okay, so I couldn't resist poking fun at my own stories…LOL. Thanks for reading along. I hope it made you smile a little. Keep happy thoughts about our favorite couple. I am off to get ready for a ghost trip… Keep me in your thoughts these next few weeks. I am in Kentucky this weekend and then New Orleans in mid November but I will try to post another story next week….
Take care,
Penny