Disclaimer: CSI, and its characters belong to Anthony Zuiker, and a whole bunch of other people. All other characters and the story belong to Maisy.
A/n: Okay, aso this chapter is short and fluffy, but I'm going to be wrapping this up in the next few chapters, and felt the need to add a little GSR, as requested by Aussie. So blame her. lol!
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Chapter 14
Grissom closed the door and started down the hall. He figured that Sara was still asleep and he hoped he could slip in beside her and watch her as she slept. He'd never believed he was a very romantic man, but each day with Sara opened new vistas for him to follow, and he was continually shocking himself with the things he came up with. Take waking up for instance. There was a time, back in the lonely days, that when his alarm clock sounded, he'd wake up and go directly to the shower. He couldn't remember ever just lazing about in bed. And no, to him being in bed with a migraine didn't count as lazing. Now, well now mornings were his favorite time. He'd wake before the alarm, and lie there watching her sleep. The first thing he thought of wasn't the case he was working on, and how to go about solving it, but of her, and how to go about pleasing her. It had actually turned out to be quite an easy thing to do. It took so little to please her that he found it interesting to find as many ways to please her as he could. But, the mornings, well the mornings were for him.
Easing the bedroom door open, he closed it behind him with a quiet click. Slipping off his shoes, he bent down and picked them up, carrying them to the closet. He quickly undressed, and slowly pulled the covers back and slipped into bed. Smiling, he pulled the sheet back from over the form on the other side of the bed and gazed into a beautiful pair of brown eyes. Before he could blink, he was on the receiving end of a very sloppy kiss. Grissom laughed. "Good morning Bruno, where's mama?" Bruno just cocked his head and whined. Sitting up, Grissom looked around and found what he'd missed in his rush to slip into bed. A note was propped up on the table on his side of the bed. Picking it up, he read. 'Surprise! It's time for you to pay up. Your first order is to open the closet, and put on what's hanging there. You'll also find further instructions.' Smiling, he took out the hanger. As he turned it around, his eyebrows climbed his forehead. He looked over to where Bruno was stretched out on the bed. "Well this should be interesting."
Catherine climbed into her car and sighed. The morning was cool, but she knew it wouldn't take long for the sun to heat it to blistering. Glancing at her watch, she decided to treat herself to a caramel frappuccino from Starbucks. Waiting in the drive-thru, she let her mind wonder over the facts of the case. Wendy had said that she'd finished processing the semen samples, and now all they could do on that front was wait. Picking up her drink from the window, she thought of her list of whys. Number one was why was Samantha Lawrence with Jake Bass on the day of the killing. Why was she killed by a much more complicated means, one that was most definitely pre-meditated? Could Jake Bass have just gotten caught up in a situation and the murder had nothing to do with him, or the burglary? A viable scenario would be that Samantha had come to see him in some sort of legal capacity. She could have been followed by someone meaning to do her harm, and Jake just got caught in the middle. But, what reason would she have for seeing him? They didn't know what she'd been doing in the last few years. Maybe she'd changed her life and her name to get away from what she'd been. But, why would her blood be on the mantle? And who would want to kill her if she'd changed her life, and why would they choose that particular place to do it? She pulled into her driveway with the beginnings of a headache. Every one question she asked, revealed two more. Taking a sip of her drink, she beeped her horn. What she needed was to not think about it for a while. After all, as Grissom said, it was no good getting ahead of the evidence. She smiled as Lindsey got into the car. "You ready for school?"
"Yeah." She muttered as she slipped on her headphones, and started flipping through the songs on her I-Pod. Shaking her head, Catherine backed the car into the street. Just what she needed, a dose of reality.
Sara walked back into the house two hours after she'd left. Sounds coming from the kitchen assured her that Grissom and followed at least part of her instructions. She couldn't wait to find out if he'd followed all of them. Carrying her bags down the hall, she peeked into the kitchen and smiled. She watched as he scurried around the kitchen, going from the recipe book set up on the counter, and the stove, to stir something in the sauté pan. And he'd certainly complied with her command, to the letter. She watched as he stood at the stove stirring something in a pot. With each rotation of his arm, he tush giggled slightly. Too bad the apron she'd picked out covered him to his knees in front, but the back was more than adequate. He hadn't heard her, so she softly turned around and headed toward the bedroom. She had her own outfit to put on.
TBC...