Part 3
Ian closed the passenger door and walked around to the drivers sides. "We'll see you at the weekend mom."
Sara smiled and waved to Jordan through the window. "Ok Ian, drive safe."
Watching them drive off, Sara turned to her husband and grasped his hand as he tried to adjust his glasses. "Kids have gone." He reminded mischievously.
Sara laughed and pulled on his hand. "True, but we have washing up."
"Oh damn it." He groaned and followed her back into the house.
After washing up and cleaning up the kitchen, Sara turned to find Grissom had disappeared. Knowing exactly where he was, she left the cloth in the sink and made her way to the study. She watched him scratch his right ear whilst doing paperwork. She pulled a chair over to sit beside him and picked up a pen. He smiled and pushed a small pile towards her. An hour later, Sara placed her pen down and leaned back to stretch. Grissom yawned and removed his glasses. Closing the last file, he pushed away from the desk and stood. Grasping his wife's hand, he led her out of the room and upstairs.
They both stripped and donned their night clothes. Grissom in his boxers and Sara her panties and one of his shirts. Crawling into bed, Grissom wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest. Both fell into a well deserved sleep in each others arms.
When morning came, Grissom rubbed his eyes sleepily and rolled onto his side. His arm automatically reaching out for Sara. Feeling nothing, he smiled and stretched. He showered and dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. After grabbing a coffee, he stood in the doorway of the patio doors and watched as Sara pottered around the garden. Years ago, she discovered that gardening was relaxing. It was one of her favourite diversions from the long list she had made up over the years. Grissom didn't know what it was that made her get up early and begin to potter in a white strappy t-shirt and shirts on a hot day and get all muddy and sweaty, but he never complained. The sight of watching her move around the garden in a strappy top and shorts mixed with dirt and sweat was one of his morning diversions.
Sitting on one of the wooden patio chairs with his coffee, he lifted his feet to the chair beside him and watched his wife work out her thoughts as she re-potted a geranium.
Sara looked up and smiled. "Morning sleepyhead."
Grissom squinted his eyes against the sun and smiled back. "Morning."
"Jordan called earlier. She's convinced Ian to trade in his car for a truck." Sara said turning back to potting another plant.
Grissom stood and walked up behind her. His arms slipped around her waist as his chin rest on her shoulder. "It's a good thing she did, because I was going to blow the thing up before it did it itself." He murmured.
Sara laughed and leaned back against him. Her hands stilled on the ceramic pot as he kissed her neck. "He loves that car Gil. I remember a few years ago when a particular CSI workaholic wouldn't trade his BMW for a larger car. Something about loosing his masculinity." She giggled as his teeth lightly nipped her shoulder.
"Point taken." He mumbled into her hair. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. His cheek brushed against her silky brown hair as she continued to work.
"Do you think we should pass our case to days?" She asked suddenly.
Grissom dropped his head to her shoulder and sighed. "I don't know."
"I don't know?" She asked curiously. "Honey, you should because you're the co-ordinator for the department. If you don't, then who else will?"
Pursing his lips, he kissed her cheek and backed away from her. Heading back inside for the phone, he reappeared and sat down to finish his coffee. Dialling the familiar number, he waited for an answer. Covering the mouthpiece, he grinned at Sara. "You think I can kidnap you and we can both run away to forget about work for a week?"
Sara patted her hands together and brushed the dirt away. She smiled at him lovingly and wiped her hands on a cloth. "Not this week Gil. We're back logged and besides. The only way you'd get me out of this city is by throwing me over your shoulder and carrying me out."
Raising a considering eyebrow, he smirked. "That." He pointed out. "Can be arranged you know?"
Sara smiled widely and sat down opposite him. "Not within the next few weeks."
He nodded and turned his attention to the phone as someone picked up. "Well, you sound tired." He licked his lips in thought at the frustrated voice. "Erm, well I was gonna talk about work, but go ahead."
'Something wrong?' Sara mouthed.
Grissom sighed and nodded. "Hold up Catherine. I said no such thing. If you remember I told you she could finish her third year and then do some interning at the lab, not before hand."
Sara smiled. 'Lindsey.'
Dropping his head into his hand, he sighed lightly. "Fine. We can talk about that later, but work is what I rang about." He waited for Catherine to stop the tirade of begging him to let Lindsey intern at the lab for the summer. Silence was granted him and he pushed on. "Thank you. Sara and I can't find any more to go on with the Halls case. I'll be by later to pass it to days and let them deal. I'm also ringing to tell you, Lindsey has already talked to me about interning and I said I'd think about it. See you later Cath." He hung up and breathed out deeply. "Mothers."
Sara swatted his knee and sunk back in her chair. "You didn't tell me about Lindsey."
Grissom nodded. "She rang, oh a week ago. I probably forgot at the time. Sorry, but she begged me for an hour. I nearly caved, I'll admit. She's like her mother, when she wants something she goes for it."
Leaning forward to take his coffee. She drank some and smiled. "Gil Grissom nearly caved?"
He gave her a large grin and took his coffee from her. "Nearly is the word and remember that."
She pushed herself up and walked around the back of his chair. She leaned down and kissed his ear. "I do, but it doesn't always work."
"Yes it does. I don't cave." He protested, but his wall was definitely caving as her tongue traced his ear. Her hands pushed down his chest and back up.
"You caving yet?" She purred.
"Nope." He groaned when she took his ear into her mouth.
Smiling smugly, she round the chair and straddled his thighs. His eyes were closed and remained so as Sara leaned into him and trailed kisses over his cheek, chin and lips. He didn't move. His hands remain planted on the sides of the chair, but tightened as she moved closer to him, brushing him hard with her centre. He groaned and leaned forward to kiss her, but Sara pulled back. His eyes opened and locked with hers.
"Give up?" She asked quietly as her eyes dropped to his lips briefly.
Grissom shook his head. "Uh no. Not yet."
Sara went to stand, but fell back when his hands grabbed her waist and pulled her roughly to him. "Weakling." She whispered into his mouth.
He bit her lip and chuckled. "We'll see."
His hands splayed across her back as hers wrapped around his neck. Moving lower, his fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her bare thighs, making her moan and squirm slowly. Sara's chest pressed against his as the kiss deepened.
Ian closed the passenger door and walked around to the drivers sides. "We'll see you at the weekend mom."
Sara smiled and waved to Jordan through the window. "Ok Ian, drive safe."
Watching them drive off, Sara turned to her husband and grasped his hand as he tried to adjust his glasses. "Kids have gone." He reminded mischievously.
Sara laughed and pulled on his hand. "True, but we have washing up."
"Oh damn it." He groaned and followed her back into the house.
After washing up and cleaning up the kitchen, Sara turned to find Grissom had disappeared. Knowing exactly where he was, she left the cloth in the sink and made her way to the study. She watched him scratch his right ear whilst doing paperwork. She pulled a chair over to sit beside him and picked up a pen. He smiled and pushed a small pile towards her. An hour later, Sara placed her pen down and leaned back to stretch. Grissom yawned and removed his glasses. Closing the last file, he pushed away from the desk and stood. Grasping his wife's hand, he led her out of the room and upstairs.
They both stripped and donned their night clothes. Grissom in his boxers and Sara her panties and one of his shirts. Crawling into bed, Grissom wrapped his arms around her as she laid her head on his chest. Both fell into a well deserved sleep in each others arms.
When morning came, Grissom rubbed his eyes sleepily and rolled onto his side. His arm automatically reaching out for Sara. Feeling nothing, he smiled and stretched. He showered and dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. After grabbing a coffee, he stood in the doorway of the patio doors and watched as Sara pottered around the garden. Years ago, she discovered that gardening was relaxing. It was one of her favourite diversions from the long list she had made up over the years. Grissom didn't know what it was that made her get up early and begin to potter in a white strappy t-shirt and shirts on a hot day and get all muddy and sweaty, but he never complained. The sight of watching her move around the garden in a strappy top and shorts mixed with dirt and sweat was one of his morning diversions.
Sitting on one of the wooden patio chairs with his coffee, he lifted his feet to the chair beside him and watched his wife work out her thoughts as she re-potted a geranium.
Sara looked up and smiled. "Morning sleepyhead."
Grissom squinted his eyes against the sun and smiled back. "Morning."
"Jordan called earlier. She's convinced Ian to trade in his car for a truck." Sara said turning back to potting another plant.
Grissom stood and walked up behind her. His arms slipped around her waist as his chin rest on her shoulder. "It's a good thing she did, because I was going to blow the thing up before it did it itself." He murmured.
Sara laughed and leaned back against him. Her hands stilled on the ceramic pot as he kissed her neck. "He loves that car Gil. I remember a few years ago when a particular CSI workaholic wouldn't trade his BMW for a larger car. Something about loosing his masculinity." She giggled as his teeth lightly nipped her shoulder.
"Point taken." He mumbled into her hair. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. His cheek brushed against her silky brown hair as she continued to work.
"Do you think we should pass our case to days?" She asked suddenly.
Grissom dropped his head to her shoulder and sighed. "I don't know."
"I don't know?" She asked curiously. "Honey, you should because you're the co-ordinator for the department. If you don't, then who else will?"
Pursing his lips, he kissed her cheek and backed away from her. Heading back inside for the phone, he reappeared and sat down to finish his coffee. Dialling the familiar number, he waited for an answer. Covering the mouthpiece, he grinned at Sara. "You think I can kidnap you and we can both run away to forget about work for a week?"
Sara patted her hands together and brushed the dirt away. She smiled at him lovingly and wiped her hands on a cloth. "Not this week Gil. We're back logged and besides. The only way you'd get me out of this city is by throwing me over your shoulder and carrying me out."
Raising a considering eyebrow, he smirked. "That." He pointed out. "Can be arranged you know?"
Sara smiled widely and sat down opposite him. "Not within the next few weeks."
He nodded and turned his attention to the phone as someone picked up. "Well, you sound tired." He licked his lips in thought at the frustrated voice. "Erm, well I was gonna talk about work, but go ahead."
'Something wrong?' Sara mouthed.
Grissom sighed and nodded. "Hold up Catherine. I said no such thing. If you remember I told you she could finish her third year and then do some interning at the lab, not before hand."
Sara smiled. 'Lindsey.'
Dropping his head into his hand, he sighed lightly. "Fine. We can talk about that later, but work is what I rang about." He waited for Catherine to stop the tirade of begging him to let Lindsey intern at the lab for the summer. Silence was granted him and he pushed on. "Thank you. Sara and I can't find any more to go on with the Halls case. I'll be by later to pass it to days and let them deal. I'm also ringing to tell you, Lindsey has already talked to me about interning and I said I'd think about it. See you later Cath." He hung up and breathed out deeply. "Mothers."
Sara swatted his knee and sunk back in her chair. "You didn't tell me about Lindsey."
Grissom nodded. "She rang, oh a week ago. I probably forgot at the time. Sorry, but she begged me for an hour. I nearly caved, I'll admit. She's like her mother, when she wants something she goes for it."
Leaning forward to take his coffee. She drank some and smiled. "Gil Grissom nearly caved?"
He gave her a large grin and took his coffee from her. "Nearly is the word and remember that."
She pushed herself up and walked around the back of his chair. She leaned down and kissed his ear. "I do, but it doesn't always work."
"Yes it does. I don't cave." He protested, but his wall was definitely caving as her tongue traced his ear. Her hands pushed down his chest and back up.
"You caving yet?" She purred.
"Nope." He groaned when she took his ear into her mouth.
Smiling smugly, she round the chair and straddled his thighs. His eyes were closed and remained so as Sara leaned into him and trailed kisses over his cheek, chin and lips. He didn't move. His hands remain planted on the sides of the chair, but tightened as she moved closer to him, brushing him hard with her centre. He groaned and leaned forward to kiss her, but Sara pulled back. His eyes opened and locked with hers.
"Give up?" She asked quietly as her eyes dropped to his lips briefly.
Grissom shook his head. "Uh no. Not yet."
Sara went to stand, but fell back when his hands grabbed her waist and pulled her roughly to him. "Weakling." She whispered into his mouth.
He bit her lip and chuckled. "We'll see."
His hands splayed across her back as hers wrapped around his neck. Moving lower, his fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her bare thighs, making her moan and squirm slowly. Sara's chest pressed against his as the kiss deepened.
