Part Three
Catherine looked up as a black Tahoe pulled up next to hers. She glanced at her watch, then Ian. The detective turned to the two that climbed out of the Tahoe with a small knowing smile and a shake of the head. Grissom walked towards the scene with his case in hand and a very stern look on his face directed at Catherine, then his son in law. Sara avoided all eyes as she pulled her field kit from the car.
Grissom stopped beside Catherine and ignored her questioning eyes. "Does it match the Crimble and Fowler Cases?" He asked, turning his head to look at his long time friend.
She nodded and a slow smirk broke across her face. "Lipstick." She coughed lightly as she pointed to her neck covertly.
Grissom looked around him and placed his case at his feet calmly. He turned back to Catherine as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped at his neck. Catherine smiled widely and nodded. "So?" He cleared his throat and pushed the stained fabric into his pocket.
"There are some commonalties." She shared.
Sara walked towards them and sighed. "I can see head trauma and she's tied in the same position the other two were found in." She looked down at her case and shook her head.
Catherine reached out and squeezed her shoulder. "You know how it goes Sara. It's only a matter of time." Sara nodded in agreement and turned back to start processing. Catherine turned to Grissom as she pushed her sunglasses on. "I'm heading back, check in with me?"
Grissom narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses and reluctantly nodded. Although Catherine worked for him, he still discussed cases and assisted like he was still supervisor. The only difference was that he could choose his case or no case at all as long as they are on his desk at the end of shift for him to read and sign. Nothing changes. He turned to watch his wife put herself out once again for a case. She needs sleep, he thought with a frustrated breath.
Ian sat on the bonnet of his car with his cell phone held to his ear. His eyes were glued on his mother in law while he talked to his wife. "She looks fine, Jordan."
"Of course she 'looks' fine Ian, but how's dad?"
Ian turned his head to find his father in law, but couldn't see him. "Actually, I can't find him. Stay on the line babe." He held the cell to his chest as he slid off the bonnet and walked a few steps towards Sara. He furrowed his brows in confusion and looked over at the Tahoe. Lifting the cell to his ear, he sighed. "He's watching mom."
"I TOLD YOU!"
"Calm down honey." He pleaded softly. "There's nothing we can do. Dad's watching Mom. He knows how the deal."
"Ok, I know. I'm just worried. Call me if he starts acting weird."
He nodded with a small grin and chuckled lightly. Like when didn't he act weird? "I promise. Get some rest and kiss Matthew for me."
The office was dimly lit and the only light source was the lamp on the desk. On the desk were the photos from the latest crime scene. In the leather chair, sat Sara's tired body. She was leaning against the desk, but didn't seem to be moving. In the doorway, stood her husband, watching her with concern plastered across his face.
Taking a deep breath, he walked into the office. "Ok honey, time to go home."
She jumped and sleepily looked up at him. "Huh?"
He sighed and turned her chair. Grasping her hands, he pulled her up. "You and me are going home."
Sara tried to pull her hands free, but he wouldn't let up. "Not yet Gil, please."
"Not this time Sara. We both need rest." He tried to get across that he was just as tired.
"Let me go over the case notes one more time, then I'll leave the lab." She promised, but he wasn't having any of it.
His patience was wearing thin. "I'm sorry Sara, but I'm not going to stand by and watch while you beat yourself up over this. You know the drill. It's been nearly three days and I haven't even been home yet. I want to sleep and I want to hold you when I do." He stressed.
Sara stared at his back as he walked towards the door. Her strength to argue was gone. She knew he was right and she really needed sleep. "Ok." She whispered.
Grissom turned his head and closed his eyes with a sigh of relief. He pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her waist as he led the way out of the lab and towards their car.
Jordan returned Matthew to his playpen after changing him. She smiled down at him and watched him play with his book. Ian popped his head around the bedroom door and grinned. "You better change honey."
"I know. I just figured he'd be happier playing when the babysitter gets here." She sighed.
Ian nodded and watched his wife stand and step back from their son. He smiled at her and walked towards her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. "He's gonna be fine. The babysitter has our cell number and mum and dads number, just in case. Don't worry. He's probably excited about meeting a new face." He assured her. This was Matthew's first babysitter. Her name is Joanna and she's 19. Jordan was given the teenagers number at work and was encouraged to give it a try. Ian was happy that they would be able to get out and have dinner at a nice restaurant without a baby, but he was still unsure himself at leaving his son at home.
Jordan had taken her mother's advice and phoned a babysitter to look after Matthew for a few hours. Although she wasn't sure, she listened to her mother who had told them to trust the babysitter. Her mother was right about one thing, they needed to get out and have a change of scenery. Sara explained that she knew how hard it was to leave your child at home with someone you barely know, but once she put her trust in the babysitter, her life became that less hectic. She was able to get out to see her friend's and do things she had to stop when she was pregnant, that also meant spending more time with her husband.
"Time to go." Ian called from the front door as Joanna walked up the drive. "Hey Jo. You ok to put Mike to bed?"
Joanna smiled. "Of course, don't worry Mr. Fields."
Ian nodded and turned to call out to his wife again. "I'm coming." She interrupted him. Jordan pulled on her coat and greeted Joanna as she stepped out the door. "Matthew's in his playpen. You can put him down in half an hour. He should sleep ok." She smiled warmly at the teenager.
"You two have some fun and relax." Joanna watched them walk down the drive. Hearing Matthew's coos and gurgling, she closed the door and went to check on the youngster before pulling out her course work.
Sara ran her fingers through her husband's hair as he slept soundly beside her. She smiled at his light snoring and closed her eyes once again. She had already been asleep for 7 hours and knew she could do with some more. Lifting the sheet to slide closer to the warmth of the man beside her, she sighed as he sleepily mumbled into his pillow and swung his arm around her.
The night day had snuck away and it was late in the evening when Grissom roused from sleep. He pulled his arm closer to his body as he turned onto his back and at the same time, he smiled as his wife snuggled closer to him. He knew she could have gotten up during the day, but he was pleased she hadn't. He looked at that clock on the nightstand and sighed. They had an hour to get ready for work. Even though they needed more sleep and some time to relax, it wasn't going to happen until this case was closed.
His arms wrapped around his wife as she moved to lay her head on his chest. She moaned lightly and turned to kiss his skin. "Hey." She whispered sleepily.
"Hi." He smiled and hugged her. "We need to get up." He regrettably told her as his smile faded.
Sara sighed against him and shifted until her head was lying on his shoulder. "I've got the samples from the third site to go over." She whined.
Grissom nuzzled her hair lightly and dropped several kisses. "I know. I'll help, but Catherine want's to see me for some unknown reason."
Catherine looked up as a black Tahoe pulled up next to hers. She glanced at her watch, then Ian. The detective turned to the two that climbed out of the Tahoe with a small knowing smile and a shake of the head. Grissom walked towards the scene with his case in hand and a very stern look on his face directed at Catherine, then his son in law. Sara avoided all eyes as she pulled her field kit from the car.
Grissom stopped beside Catherine and ignored her questioning eyes. "Does it match the Crimble and Fowler Cases?" He asked, turning his head to look at his long time friend.
She nodded and a slow smirk broke across her face. "Lipstick." She coughed lightly as she pointed to her neck covertly.
Grissom looked around him and placed his case at his feet calmly. He turned back to Catherine as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped at his neck. Catherine smiled widely and nodded. "So?" He cleared his throat and pushed the stained fabric into his pocket.
"There are some commonalties." She shared.
Sara walked towards them and sighed. "I can see head trauma and she's tied in the same position the other two were found in." She looked down at her case and shook her head.
Catherine reached out and squeezed her shoulder. "You know how it goes Sara. It's only a matter of time." Sara nodded in agreement and turned back to start processing. Catherine turned to Grissom as she pushed her sunglasses on. "I'm heading back, check in with me?"
Grissom narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses and reluctantly nodded. Although Catherine worked for him, he still discussed cases and assisted like he was still supervisor. The only difference was that he could choose his case or no case at all as long as they are on his desk at the end of shift for him to read and sign. Nothing changes. He turned to watch his wife put herself out once again for a case. She needs sleep, he thought with a frustrated breath.
Ian sat on the bonnet of his car with his cell phone held to his ear. His eyes were glued on his mother in law while he talked to his wife. "She looks fine, Jordan."
"Of course she 'looks' fine Ian, but how's dad?"
Ian turned his head to find his father in law, but couldn't see him. "Actually, I can't find him. Stay on the line babe." He held the cell to his chest as he slid off the bonnet and walked a few steps towards Sara. He furrowed his brows in confusion and looked over at the Tahoe. Lifting the cell to his ear, he sighed. "He's watching mom."
"I TOLD YOU!"
"Calm down honey." He pleaded softly. "There's nothing we can do. Dad's watching Mom. He knows how the deal."
"Ok, I know. I'm just worried. Call me if he starts acting weird."
He nodded with a small grin and chuckled lightly. Like when didn't he act weird? "I promise. Get some rest and kiss Matthew for me."
The office was dimly lit and the only light source was the lamp on the desk. On the desk were the photos from the latest crime scene. In the leather chair, sat Sara's tired body. She was leaning against the desk, but didn't seem to be moving. In the doorway, stood her husband, watching her with concern plastered across his face.
Taking a deep breath, he walked into the office. "Ok honey, time to go home."
She jumped and sleepily looked up at him. "Huh?"
He sighed and turned her chair. Grasping her hands, he pulled her up. "You and me are going home."
Sara tried to pull her hands free, but he wouldn't let up. "Not yet Gil, please."
"Not this time Sara. We both need rest." He tried to get across that he was just as tired.
"Let me go over the case notes one more time, then I'll leave the lab." She promised, but he wasn't having any of it.
His patience was wearing thin. "I'm sorry Sara, but I'm not going to stand by and watch while you beat yourself up over this. You know the drill. It's been nearly three days and I haven't even been home yet. I want to sleep and I want to hold you when I do." He stressed.
Sara stared at his back as he walked towards the door. Her strength to argue was gone. She knew he was right and she really needed sleep. "Ok." She whispered.
Grissom turned his head and closed his eyes with a sigh of relief. He pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her waist as he led the way out of the lab and towards their car.
Jordan returned Matthew to his playpen after changing him. She smiled down at him and watched him play with his book. Ian popped his head around the bedroom door and grinned. "You better change honey."
"I know. I just figured he'd be happier playing when the babysitter gets here." She sighed.
Ian nodded and watched his wife stand and step back from their son. He smiled at her and walked towards her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. "He's gonna be fine. The babysitter has our cell number and mum and dads number, just in case. Don't worry. He's probably excited about meeting a new face." He assured her. This was Matthew's first babysitter. Her name is Joanna and she's 19. Jordan was given the teenagers number at work and was encouraged to give it a try. Ian was happy that they would be able to get out and have dinner at a nice restaurant without a baby, but he was still unsure himself at leaving his son at home.
Jordan had taken her mother's advice and phoned a babysitter to look after Matthew for a few hours. Although she wasn't sure, she listened to her mother who had told them to trust the babysitter. Her mother was right about one thing, they needed to get out and have a change of scenery. Sara explained that she knew how hard it was to leave your child at home with someone you barely know, but once she put her trust in the babysitter, her life became that less hectic. She was able to get out to see her friend's and do things she had to stop when she was pregnant, that also meant spending more time with her husband.
"Time to go." Ian called from the front door as Joanna walked up the drive. "Hey Jo. You ok to put Mike to bed?"
Joanna smiled. "Of course, don't worry Mr. Fields."
Ian nodded and turned to call out to his wife again. "I'm coming." She interrupted him. Jordan pulled on her coat and greeted Joanna as she stepped out the door. "Matthew's in his playpen. You can put him down in half an hour. He should sleep ok." She smiled warmly at the teenager.
"You two have some fun and relax." Joanna watched them walk down the drive. Hearing Matthew's coos and gurgling, she closed the door and went to check on the youngster before pulling out her course work.
Sara ran her fingers through her husband's hair as he slept soundly beside her. She smiled at his light snoring and closed her eyes once again. She had already been asleep for 7 hours and knew she could do with some more. Lifting the sheet to slide closer to the warmth of the man beside her, she sighed as he sleepily mumbled into his pillow and swung his arm around her.
The night day had snuck away and it was late in the evening when Grissom roused from sleep. He pulled his arm closer to his body as he turned onto his back and at the same time, he smiled as his wife snuggled closer to him. He knew she could have gotten up during the day, but he was pleased she hadn't. He looked at that clock on the nightstand and sighed. They had an hour to get ready for work. Even though they needed more sleep and some time to relax, it wasn't going to happen until this case was closed.
His arms wrapped around his wife as she moved to lay her head on his chest. She moaned lightly and turned to kiss his skin. "Hey." She whispered sleepily.
"Hi." He smiled and hugged her. "We need to get up." He regrettably told her as his smile faded.
Sara sighed against him and shifted until her head was lying on his shoulder. "I've got the samples from the third site to go over." She whined.
Grissom nuzzled her hair lightly and dropped several kisses. "I know. I'll help, but Catherine want's to see me for some unknown reason."