November 04, 2012
I totally thought I uploaded this two weeks ago! My bad. Sorry about that guys. I already have the next one ready so it will go up this week.
Cheers.
Twenty minutes later Gil and Sara found themselves on the road again barreling down the highway towards Nevada. Sara opened her window and grinned at Grissom from where she sat in the driver seat.
"You look like Medusa," he commented catching a stray lock of brown hair in his hand and pushing it behind her ear. "This was great. I really enjoyed myself, Sara."
"Oh," her mouth curved upwards, "The sex. The vacation sex?" she asked, laughing softly.
"That certainly was an outstanding feature… but I enjoy sex at home too, don't you?"
"There is no cheesecake in the home sex," she shrugged, offering him a teasing grin.
"There can be…" Grissom suggested taking her hand.
"I'll hold you to that."
"…and anything else you want," he added.
Sara sighed, "I want everything that we talked about to actually happen. You career change, our communication, the family part."
"Me too," Grissom nodded. "We'll have one, two… ten."
She laughed, "Alright. I'll have the first two and you can have the other eight."
Grissom laughed too, squeezing her hand.
"I wonder what we will have. Do you have a preference?" She asked taking her eyes off the road to look at him.
"Anything as long as it comes from you," his hand let go of hers and found it's way to her stomach where he caressed it lovingly, allowing himself to imagine a time when it would be heavily swollen with his child. When his mind drifted back to the present, to the reality of its true shape, concave under his hand he almost sighed. "What do you say we pick up those potatoes?" he asked hopefully.
"Good idea. I'm starving," Sara made a sharp left and pulled into a family restaurant. Unbuckling her seatbelt she opened her door and slid out of the car for him to follow.
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"I'll have the baked potato, loaded, without the bacon, and a glass of Milk," Sara ordered handing her menu back to an unimpressed looking waitress who looked as though she hadn't smiled in decades. "Please," Sara added, offering a smile of her own.
The older woman wrapped in a lilac coloured apron adorned with lace merely rolled her eyes and turned to Grissom who ordered the same with bacon. When the waitress was gone Sara grinned at her husband barely holding back a laugh. Picking up her water she crosses her legs and slipped one of her flats off, using the opportunity to run one bare foot up the length of Grissom's calf.
She watched under heavy lids as his lip twitched, the only sign of his arousal. Tracing his shin back down Sara used her big toe to lift the hem of Grissom's pant leg.
"Sara," he hummed, his voice low, warning her to stop though his eyes begged the opposite.
Pretending to be ignorant of her affect on him Sara's toe traced upwards again along the inside of his thigh.
"Sara," he hissed, going hard beneath the table. He grabbed for a napkin and dropped it onto his lap.
She slid out of the booth. "I have to go to the bathroom," her words were punctuated with a wink, turning away from him she walked towards the bathroom, throwing a sway into her hips for good measure. When he didn't follow she stopped at the bathroom door and motioned for him. He shook his head and she grinned at the sweat building up at his hairline and the redness creeping up his throat as he pointed to his lap.
Her grin widened and she motioned again, stepping to the side as he rushed past her into the bathroom muttering something that included the words evil and vixen.
Laughing she followed him in, banging the door shut behind her and flipping the lock. Pouncing on top of him she attacked his mouth, sliding her tongue easily into his mouth. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she cried out when he slammed her against the wall but didn't protest though the edge of the towel bar dug deeply into her back. It was completely forgotten when his fingers slipped under the waistband of her pants.
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"You're a tease and you're still turning me on," Grissom told her around a mouthful of potato after they had cleaned up and made their way back to the table. He nodded to the vacant spot beside him on his side of the booth.
Looking at him a little surprised Sara uncrossed her legs and slid in beside him, pressing herself as close to his side. 'We're practically defying the Pauli Exclusion Principle', she thought, then almost laughed at the thought. Crossing her legs again she slid her plate across the table towards her.
When they both had finished their dinner Sara sat absentmindedly playing with the salt shaker, sipping her milk. Her thoughts were interrupted when Grissom leaned in, looking up she realized the grumpy waitress had returned and was standing over their table. "What? Pardon?"
"I asked if you wanted some cheesecake."
Sara eyes opened slightly and she clamped her mouth shut, clearing her throat, looking down at her lap she tried to hide the furious blush she could feel heating her face.
Grissom smiled amusedly and thanked the waitress, passing on the dessert. When she was gone he laughed, "Drawing some associations dear?"
When she had enough control over herself Sara leaned in close, pressing her lips against his ear, "Get some to go, there is a rest stop about an hour away and I think I might need a fu- snack." Climbing out of the booth Sara slid her sunglasses down over eyes and wandered outside mumbling about potato's in Idaho being awesome.
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Sara's eyes were definitely becoming blurry. Grissom had taken up camp in the back seat, his head resting against one door, his feet propped up on the other. Hank and Jenny had been banished to the far back where they too had gone to sleep. Her snoozing family left Sara alone with her thoughts and the darkness that overcame the car in the long distances between street lights and the headlights of oncoming cars. Yawning again she wiped her eyes and cracked her window, hoping some fresh air would wake her up. The unease that she had felt earlier had settled in her stomach again. Trying to figure out where it could be coming from she narrowed her eyes against the darkness that was shadowing everything around her.
She hadn't realized the sound the road rushing beneath them had faded away until she was jerked to alertness by tires squealing and the weight of Grissom draped over her shoulder, steadying the wheel.
"Please hit the breaks," he instructed guiding the car off the road when she slowed. "Put the car in park."
Pushing her hair off her face with a shaking hand she looked over at Grissom who had gotten out the car and opened her door. "Get in the back Sara."
Nodding, she swung her legs out and stood, feeling as though they had turned to jello. Making sure she was tucked in Grissom slammed the door and got in behind the wheel. He sat in silence for several moments before starting the car and driving.
"Did you sleep okay?" She asked when she found her voice, though her hands still shook violently. Wrapping her arms around her stomach she pressed her hands trying to stop the ache there.
"Yes, rather rude awakening though," he glanced at her in the rear view mirror.
"Sorry," Sara mumbled.
"Don't do it again."
Nodding the brunette curled up further around her abdomen and tucked her head down against her chin, biting her lip.
"I love you, honey," Grissom told her feeling guilty for acting so sharply when she was obviously in shock.
"I tried to wake you but you didn't wake up so I figured you were really tired. You're upset."
"Of course not."
She nodded, feeling relief rush over her, however, it was short lived when her stomach cramped again beneath her hand. Whimpering into the seat padding she closed her eyes and willed for sleep to come- soon after, it did.
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When they arrived home Grissom lifted his still sleeping wife out of the back seat. Though his knees protested he carried her inside and up to their bedroom. He tucked her in and adjusted the house temperature before getting the pets and bags. Once everything was secure he joined her in bed, welcoming her when she slid towards him then under him as far as she could get. Smiling at their little routine Gil rubbed her arm soothingly, enjoying her softness.
The moment was interrupted prematurely when Grissom's phone on the bedside table began to vibrate. Picking it up before whoever it was calling had a chance to disturb Sara he flipped it open, "Grissom."
Paling slightly as the caller informed him about and filled him in on the details Gil pushed his hair back and puffed his cheeks, breathing out, "Is he okay?" he interjected when Catherine paused to take a breath.
Nodding he finished the call and looked down at Sara wrapped up in slumber. It seemed that their lives had somehow been caught up in a cycle of one unfortunate incident after another and he could only hope that by quitting the lab that they would be able to break away from it. Shaking Sara's shoulder lightly he called her name. It wasn't until she had elicited an unhappy grumble and rolled over that he spoke, "Sweetheart…. I have some bad news."
When she didn't respond right away he tried again, "Sara, I-"
"What happened?" Sara demanded sitting up and pulling herself off the mattress. She stood beside the bed waiting, her arms crossed over her stomach, pale in the mid morning sun.
"Nick was shot a few days ago at his crime scene."
Pain erupted from her abdomen as though someone had punched her and Sara was surprised she had remained upright. Eyes widening she looked at Grissom for more answers, sputtering an, "Is he okay." Desperate for the answer to be affirmative.
"He's still at the hospital. The bullet got his hip and shattered it, he's stable though and doing okay."
"I want to see him," Sara was already changing clothes.
Grissom nodded. "I'll take you to the hospital… are you okay?"
Sara didn't answer as she left the room and started down the hall.
They didn't speak again until Grissom had joined her in the car and they were halfway to the hospital. He had kept a steady watch on her out of the corner of his eye as she worried her bottom lip and played the hem of her shirt.
"What happened?"
Looking over at her again to make sure she had actually spoken Grissom found her brown eyes looking at him intensely. "A suspect returned to the scene and shot him," he wracked his brain, sure they had gone over this.
"When?"
"Four days ago, Sara. He's doing pretty well now, according to Catherine, but they haven't done replacement surgery yet."
"When will they?"
"I don't know, a few days probably."
Her arms wrapped themselves around her protectively and his ached to hold her.
They arrived at the hospital a few short minutes later and Grissom stopped outside the ambulance bay to let Sara out. She found out Nick's information quickly and texted it to Grissom then found her way to the Texan's room.
Tapping on the doorframe she let herself in, forcing a smile at her friend who was propped up on a hospital bed, a book open on his lap.
"Hey!" He greeted when he saw her. Grinning Nick put a hand out to her to encourage her further into the room.
"How are you doing?" Sara asked taking his hand and lowering herself onto the chair beside his bed. Sweeping her eyes over him she noted the i.v and the morphine pump, which meant he was in pain, at least some of the time.
"Better now that you're here." He closed his book.
"What happened, Nicky," the brunette eyed the sheet where she knew his shattered hip lay beneath the blanket.
"I got shot."
"No shit."
Nick's handsome face spread into an all too cheery grin, "Eloquent, Mrs. Grissom."
"Gil said you need a hip replacement…. When?" She asked when her friend nodded.
"A few days… although judging by the way you're walking you might need one too. How much sex have you had the last couple days?"
Sara rolled her eyes, "I need to get some less observant friends… can I get you anything?"
"Nope," Nick grinned.
"Has someone called your family?"
He nodded, "….Sara…."
"Are the nurses taking care of you? Have people been visiting?"
"Sara, shush," she opened her mouth to speak again and he shook his head. Slamming it shut she rolled her eyes. "How have you been?"
"Better than you."
"Where'd you go? What'd you do?"
Deciding he looked genuinely curious Sara decided to humour him. "Washington, we did nothing… everything... everywhere…." Her mouth curved into a half smile.
Nick grinned and the wrinkles on her forehead deepened. Reaching across him she fiddled with his iv wires, trying to straighten them.
"Sara, stop fussing. I'm fine," one large hand wrapped around her wrist and pushed her hand away.
"You're hurt," the female argued.
"So are you, judging by the way you're walking."
Brown eyes rolled, "Not the same thing. Do you need anything to drink? Or eat?"
"No, I just want to chat with my favourite girl."
Sara's smile crossed her face again, this time more real and relaxed. "Are you in any pain?" When he didn't answer she dropped her head. When she finally raised it again it was to look him square in the eyes. "I'm sorry I wasn't here."
"I'm glad you weren't. I'm glad you were off doing everything everywhere with your husband and not here to see this."
"I wish I had been here to help you…"
"Don't start that, Sara," Nick shook his head. "Don't you dare feel any guilt."
Sara tilted her head. "I'll be here to help you now, okay? You can stay with Gil and me if you want."
"Are your rooms soundproof?"
Sara shook her head, blushing.
"That's a good shade on you Sara," he teased.
"I'm serious, Nick. You're welcome to stay with us. In fact, I would insist on it."
The Texan nodded a thank you, "So when are you coming back to the lab?"
Sara shook her head, "I'm not."