Spoilers: Grave Danger
CHAPTER 12
Grissom and Sara had moved to the living room and were bare except that Sara was wearing Grissom's shirt and Grissom had another pair of boxers on. They were snuggling and watching tv when they heard noise outside the door.
"Gil, what was that?"
"I don't know, Catherine and them were supposed to call me so that I could pick them up when they were done."
Just then the door opened to reveil a very wet and dirty Greg, who, as soon as he looked up saw a very exposed and close couple. Greg's mouth went into the form of an 'O' and he just stood there.
Grissom was very very grateful for the blanket Sara had grabbed, and Sara covered herself fully with the blanket and pressed her forehead to Grissom's chest, which was also, thankfully, covered by the blanket.
Grissom got his senses back and asked Greg, "How did you get back here?"
"I, uhhh, I...I..uhh, grabbed, the, uhh, shuttle, uhh, bus back, uhmm, Cath and the guys are, uhh, coming back, a, uhh, a little later. I'm just, uhh, going to, uhh, grab my bag and, uhh, take a, uhh, a shower, up, uhh, upstairs." As Greg rambled on he skirted to his bag and grabbed it before running upstairs and closing the bathroom door behind him.
"Is he gone?" Sara mumbled into Grissom's chest.
"Yeah, he said that he's going to take a shower."
"I think that we should take a shower and then talk to Greg."
"Sara, I don't think that we should take a shower together while Greg is here."
"Gil, are you forgetting something?" Sara raised her leg and looked back at him, "I can't stand and wash by myself.
"Huh, you right." He murmured, helping her up and into his room, which was equiped with a bathroom, and removing the little clothes that they had on and the wrap on Sara's ankle, they stepped into the shower.
Thirty minutes later Sara was sitting on Grissom's bed getting her ankle wrapped up. He then helped her go downstairs were they found Greg sitting on one of the couches and watching tv.
"Greg," he looked up as Sara spoke, "We'd like to talk to you."
"It's okay guys, I know, mouth shut." He answered, making a zipping motion along his lips.
"We know you know that, Greg, you've done an awesome job about keeping your mouth shut, and thats what we would like to thank you for," Sara continued. Greg looked genuinly shocked.
"Greg, look, I know that I've been hard on you, but I want to thank you for not telling everyone about us, it's really important to us," Grissom ended.
"Look, I know how private you guys are, and that when you are ready you'll tell everybody. I've seen you guys go through a lot of shit throughout the years, and want you to know that I support you guys no matter what you do," Greg looked between the two, looking anxious.
"Greg," Grissom said, "That has to be the smartest thing I think I've ever heard you utter."
Greg beamed. Sara smiled and hugged him.
"Now I get questions, right?"
"Ask away Greg," Sara returned.
"When did this start?"
"After Nick, I kept thinking about what would have happened if Sara was in that box, and I wouldn't be able to reach her. That's when I realized I couldn't live without her."
"What's that! like a year and a half?! And I'm the only one who knows?" Greg whistled, "I thought you made better investagators, Griss. One day me, Sara, and Nick were at a crime scene and Sara accidentally called you Gil. I'm the only one who picked it out." Greg beamed again.
Grissom turned towards Sara, "What, it was an accident!" She defended.
He turned back towards Greg.
"Okay, so, why keep this all a secret? Why can't you tell anyone?"
Sara took this question," We just don't want the fiasco at the lab. Ecklie would surely put up a mess, and we don't want any trouble."
"Oh okay, but it's okay that I know?"
"You've proved that you can keep quiet. But you finding out lost me the bet." Grissom said.
"What bet?"
Sara answered, "When we first started dating, we made a bet about who would find out first. I bet that it would be you or Nick, but Gil bet it would be Catherine or Doc Robbins."
"Cool, what did ya win?" Greg became interested that his boss bet.
Sara pursed her lips and Grissom blushed slightly. Greg looked expectantly at them until he got the point, "Ohh," he winced, starting to turn red himself.
"So, uhh, we were just watching tv, would you care to join us," Grissom said after a while, easing the tension and leaning back.
"Sure," Greg said turning back towards the tv and sinking into the couch. Grissom had put his feet up on the coffee table and had his arms around Sara as she snuggled into his chest, wrapping her arms around to his back and sitting on his lap with her head resting on his shoulder.
After the movie they were watching finished, she streched and went to get up. That's when she noticed that Grissom was sleeping. She lightly nudged Greg with her toe so that he looked over.
"He's asleep," She whispered," Can you help me up?"
"Sure," Greg said, getting up and moving over to her so that she could put an arm around his neck.
"Where to, my lady?"
"I just need help going up the stairs so I can go to the bathroom."
"And you want me to join you? I don't think your dear Grissom would approve?" Greg said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Sara giggled as they made their way up the stairs.
On his way back down, Greg heard Grissom's phone ringing. He found it on the coffee table and answered.
"Grissom's phone."
"Hello? Who is this?"
"His page boy, Greg Sanders. Who, may I ask is calling?"
"Is Gil there?"
"He can't talk right now."
"Oh, well can you tell him that Terri called and sayed yes."
"Yes? To what?"
"I'm afraid that I can't tell you that."
Greg looked over at the sleeping form. What was going on? Greg new of the Tales of Terri Miller involving Grissom, but what was this about? Was he cheating on Sara? Why would he do that? Greg thought that Grissom loved Sara, why would he hurt her like that bastard Hank?
"Yeah, sure I'll tell him," Greg said, hanging up. He sat there for a few minutes until he saw Sara hopping down the stairs. She should know shouldn't she? Sara was like his best friend, shouldn't he tell her? She had a right to know that Griss was cheating on her, if he was.
"Greg what's wrong, you look pale?" Sara asked.
"I, uhh, I think I might be sick, I'm, uhh, gonna go to bed."
"Okay, well, you can use mine and Catherine's right now since your's is currently taken," Sara gestured towards Grissom.
Greg made his way upstairs as Sara made her way towards the couch, limping all the while. She placed a kiss on Grissom's head and sat down next to him, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels.
