I Do Not Own CSI
"Hey Sara, when does Grissom come back," Warrick asked as the gang, plus Harold waited in the break room for Catherine to come in with assignments.
"His flight lands in the morning, thank God."
"Starting to miss the bug man," Greg teased, wiggling his eye brows.
"Yes! In more ways than one," Sara muttered under her breath, not realizing Warrick heard her until he laughed under a cough, smiling as he looked at Sara.
"So, Grissom will be at work on Saturday," Harold asked with a smile.
"No, not until Monday. Catherine was nice enough to give me a couple days off so Gil and I can have some alone time."
"Meaning you just want to have lots of sex, right," Nick snickered.
"Well that is a perk of having a husband and being a newlywed, now isn't it," Catherine said as she came into the break room, assignments in tow.
"Excited to have Gil home soon?"
"Yes"
"Well me, too. I hate all the paperwork. I would love to give some back to Gil.
Ok boys and girls, Nick, you have a solo."
"Sweet," Nick said, taking the slip.
"Not so sweet, a decomp."
"Sorry, Nicky, it's your turn."
"No it's not, Greg."
"I took the last one, you're next because Sara can't go out into the field anymore."
"You're lucky you're pregnant, Sidle."
"That's Grissom now, and I doubt you could go a day in my shoes. Sore back, swollen ankles, being nauseous and then craving something weird and totally out of the blue the next. Not to mention my boobs hurt and…"
"Okay, I get it. I wouldn't survive, I'll take the decomp," Nick said, walking away as Sara laughed.
"Greg, Warrick and Harold you have a double at the casino at the private black jack tables. Not really sure what happened yet. Detective Diles is there."
"Haven't seen Chris in awhile," Warrick said.
"He took a little time off to see Mom at the hospital. He was only working a few shifts a week."
"Is she doing better?" Nick asked.
"A lot better. She's starting to walk a little bit again and regaining more of her motor skills."
"That's good"
"Okay guys, hop to it."
"What do you have tonight, Catherine?" Sara asked.
"A B&E and then personnel reviews that Ecklie insists I have done before Gil comes back on Monday. As for you, take your pick of labs."
"I think I'll go see Archie again tonight, he has comfier chairs." Sara stood up, only to sit quickly as a dizzy spell hit her again.
"I hated that." Catherine handed Sara a glass of water.
"They always catch me of guard," Sara said as she slowly stood up again.
"Better?"
"Yeah"
"Just take it easy, okay?"
"Have fun at your scene, Catherine," Sara said leaving the room. Catherine quickly sent a text message.
Archie,
Watch Sara closely tonight. Make she eats and drinks something and doesn't push herself to hard. Just don't hover and make it obvious.
"Hey Chris, how you doin', man," Warrick asked, shaking the man's hand.
"A lot better, thanks."
"So what do we have," Greg asked as he and Harold came to flank Warrick.
"Two males, both forty- five years old, single. It looks like they were having a night on the town."
"Tourists?" Harold asked.
"Yeah, from New York."
"Any ideas about what happened?" Warrick asked as the three went to take a look at the bodies. Super Dave was already there checking them over.
"Dave"
"Hey guys, rigor hasn't set in yet so they've only been dead about four hours."
"We clear to touch the bodies?"
"Yeah, go ahead," Dave said as Greg and Warrick went to work checking over the bodies as Harold started processing the scene, pocketing a couple poker chips without anyone noticing.
"AAAchhhooo" Greg sneezed into a Kleenex after they got back to the lab.
"I'll be back," he said, trashing the Kleenex and gloves and going to get his allergy medicine.
"So, is this what the dark side of gambling looks like?" Harold asked.
"Yeah, Vegas attracts bookies from all over the country."
"Gotta love the guys who think they can win the big bucks."
"It's not impossible."
"You know from first hand experience, right? You have a gambling problem."
"Had a gambling problem."
"Yeah, but you had the likes of judges and cops eating from your hand; getting you to make their bets. I bet that came in handy when you needed something done, like getting a warrant."
"I didn't do anything like that."
"Until Holly Gribbs, right?"
"How do you…"
"Lab gossip, this lab really likes to talk about everything."
"And you just happen to listen to everything. You should know all the facts before you open your mouth, man," Warrick huffed, walking to the locker room. He banged on the locker door before sitting on the bench.
"Whoa, what did the locker do to you," Greg asked.
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing."
"Didn't sound like nothing. What's up?"
"People around here, do they still think I have bookies? Do they think I'm still a runner, have a gambling problem?"
"Bookies or being a runner, no. Everyone around here knows that if Grissom caught you in that mess he's have your badge this time. As for you having a gambling problem, I don't think so. I think everyone here knows that if they want to place a bet they know to ask you for advice on how to bet. Or if they want to play blackjack they know they can ask you for advice. But I think everyone knows that you don't have a problem, anymore at least. Why are you asking this now?"
"Just this case, I guess. These guys were runners from New York. I dunno, but thanks for the pep talk, Greg."
"No worries."
"So I guess we'll see you and the bug man on Monday," Greg said as the team stood in the locker room gathering their things.
"Looks like," Sara said with a smile on her face.
"We could catch a bite on Sunday. We could go for dinner, Rick, you should bring Tina along," Nick said.
"We'll see," Warrick said as Sara grabbed her purse and dabbed just a little lip gloss on.
"Bye, guys. Call me about dinner," Sara yelled as she scurried out the locker room.
"Someone's going to have a very fun weekend."
"Sara," Gil yelled, spotting her form as she stood near the exit. He had a smile on his face. There was a matching one taking over Sara's as she spotted her clean shaven husband.
"Gil!"
It took less than twenty seconds for the pair to meet, pushing through people as they reached one another.
"God, I missed you," Gil said softly, cradling Sara's head in his hands as he leaned down and softly laid his lips upon hers. It wasn't until someone bumped into Gil's back walking by that the couple broke a part, both with large smiles on their faces.
"I missed you, too," Sara whispered as she leaned her forehead against Gil's. She smiled as his hand was placed on her stomach and feeling a slight kick.
"They missed you, too."
"I missed them."
"Come on, let's go home so I can show you how much I really missed you," Sara said, linking their fingers as she dragged Gil out of the airport.
TBC
OK Grissom's back! Yay, but that's not the end of Harold!
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Katie
