This Is Not Goodbye
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Last chapter (I'll be slowing down my writing as I've just had shoulder surgery, I tore the tendon off the bone).
Chapter 12
The following morning the honeymoon began, all one week of it. It was spent in a cabin on the beach in Hawaii, surf, sand and walks in the forest. At least that had been the original plan. Neither of them got out of bed for the first days, with the exception of using the bathroom or ordering food. A newly married couple and now they could indulge in every sexual experience they'd ever wished for, no phones, no late night visitors, no being interrupted, they were in heaven for a week. The story of Sara Sidle and Gil Grissom had begun in tragedy at Berkeley, gone through the years, nearly ending in tragedy again, then finally admitting how they felt, Sara ran, only to find he ran after her. Now she was through running, now she was walking hand in hand with the man she loved, and he walked hand in hand with the woman he loved. Nothing would separate them now, nothing but death ever could.
As they rolled over and made love again that night there was only the simple passion involved, not an animalistic lust, they had reached their equilibrium with two days left on their honeymoon. Tomorrow was a nature walk, followed on the last day surfing and swimming.
A very peaceful week. Then Gil's phone rang, it was only to be used for emergencies, so what was so important now, if it was Ecklie, then Grissom would resign on the spot.
"Dr Grissom I presume? I'm Fred Harrows, Hawaii state police. Would you mind very much sir if we could have a word?"
"I'll be free this afternoon."
"Dr Grissom, now would be good since I'm outside your door."
Grissom , in his bathrobe, opened the door to find several police and a detective standing there.
"How may I help you gentlemen?"
"Sir we have a problem, a body has been found with considerable insect activity, and my boss asked for you, but then we discovered you were already here."
"Yes, on my honeymoon."
"Oh I'm so sorry Dr Grissom, but we are short in the CSI department, I have one on suspension, two others out on medical leave."
"I guess we could take a look, you have enough equipment for two?"
"Two Sir?"
"Yes two, my wife is a CSI level 3, let's get this over and done with quickly. Out of bed and get dressed honey, the Hawaii police need our help."
"Oh $%^&, on our honeymoon no less, still no rest for the wicked, let's do this and go home."
The body had been lying in the forest for only two days, but already they could see the basic COD, and Gil figured out the TOD by the insect activity. Sara diligently photographed the scene and inspected the area and body for trace and fibres.
"This isn't a body dump Grissom, he was shot here and left, he crawled about ten feet before he died. He has ligature marks on his wrists, suggesting he was tied up first, shipped here alive and then shot, but why untie him? Moreover the restraint marks closely resemble handcuff marks. I'd be suggesting check on any known arrests from his fingerprints and DNA, then work backwards."
Fred Harrows smiled appreciably, these two were good, very good. "I had the fingerprints run, he was Jason Bates, priors for burglary, assault and rape and he isn't a Hawaiian native, he's from Nebraska originally, then moved to Nevada, then here. There are no known live associates, only dead ones. No suspects either.
Sara went into the Hawaii Crime Lab and ran the few fibres she had, they came back as a match to something in the data base. It was shocking, but it made sense, all they needed now was a person to match it to.
"Fred, Gil, the fibres came back as a match to a police windbreaker, now we've done all we can do, the rest is really up to you guys. Find your man, check his windbreaker and cuffs, also his weapon and go from there. We are going home, feel free to let us know your results."
Sara and Gil literally boarded the first plane out of Hawaii and went home to Vegas, no one knew they were home yet, one day early, but that was alright, they had some time to themselves and Hank.
The Hawaii police had arrested one of their own for murder, tissue on his cuffs matched Jason Bates, his windbreaker was torn, and he finally confessed to ridding the world of a scumbag. His motive was not divulged and Sara and Gil didn't ask.
That night as they lay in bed, Gil had to ask the question he needed an answer to.
"Sara, have you buried your ghosts? Is there anything else you need to do, go anywhere, change anything? Or do your think you can come back to work? I am only asking because where you go, I go, if you really can't go back I'll understand."
"Gil, our time in Hawaii gave me some clarity, I love being with you, having you make love to me, but when the call came I was eager to get back in the saddle again. I think I missed it. My ghosts are gone, my fears are gone, I have my life back and am sharing it with the one I love. I'm ready to go back and if I feel it overpowering me again, I'll tell you and back off for a bit. Satisfied?"
"Only as long as you are honey, now come here and let me feel every inch of your body once more before work, I need to remember every laugh line on your face, every scar on your body, every freckle, every hair on your head. Everything that isn't seeable, I'll just feel around for."
That is what they did, all that last night, they groped and explored each other's bodies, made sweet passionate love for hours until they finally fell asleep exhausted. Tomorrow was work, tomorrow was another day, and they were no longer saying goodbye, but hello again Vegas!
THE END!
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A/N When time permits I'll start on another story, hopefully a sequel to Dreams Can Come True.
TBC
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