Chapter 4
Sara was still steaming about the state of her neck after Jim and Charlotte left. Grissom just bared the brunt and sat on the couch watching her rant and pace. He knew if he just let her get it out of her system, she wouldn't hurt him, as much, at least he hoped.
"How the hell am I going to go into work and explain this!?" He heard her say on a breathless gasp. She sighed and dropped down on the couch beside him. "I just, can't believe you." She groaned, dropping her face into her hands.
Grissom let the small smile that had threatened to show slip onto his bemused face and looked at her neck from his vantage point by her side. There were a few marks, bruises, lovebites, covering a portion of her luscious neck. It was temping to just lean over and complete the pattern and cover what looked like the only untouched patch of flesh.
"Polo neck!" She exclaimed from no where, snapping Grissom from his wandering thoughts.
"Polo neck?" He asked, but soon understood. "No!" He shook his head adamantly and stood. "It's like 80 degrees outside Sara, you can't wear a polo neck in this heat, let alone tonight."
"This is all your fault." She partially yelled, but giggled.
Grissom turned to her and grinned. He knelt in front of her knees and took her hands away from her neck. "I know." He smiled. "And, I'm sorry." He shrugged. "I didn't realise and I... suppose I just got carried away."
She nodded and sighed. "But how am I going to hide these now, let alone any other time you get carried away in marking me?"
Thinking this over, but not really concentrating hard enough, he pulled on her hands so she leaned forward. "I..." He began, but quickly forgot what he was going to say and started nuzzling the patch of skin he couldn't keep away from.
Sara sighed with a smile as she tipped her head back. "This isn't going to solve the problem Gil."
Groaning into her neck at the sound of his given name float off her tongue, he started to manoeuvre them until he lay across her body on the couch.
Night time in Vegas
Jim looked up from his notepad as he jotted down the details of the current crime scene. He saw Grissom approach with his field case in one hand and the over, he guessed, resting on Sara's lower back.
"Good evening." Jim smirked, moving to stand beside Sara. "Hey, how you feeling tonight?"
Sara smiled and adjusted her case into her other hand so she could adjust her scarf. "You can't see them, can you?" She asked, looking Jim in the eyes, daring him to lie to her.
He shook his head and turned around to follow Grissom's movement's as he walked away from them. "Everything ok?"
"What do you mean?" She asked, slightly confused, but as she followed his eyes, she smiled and nodded. "Oh yeah, he's fine, I'm fine, everything's fine."
"You two talk?" Jim asked, moving to follow her as they headed further towards the yellow crime scene tape that strategically marked off the body, keeping those who shouldn't be there, out.
Grissom turned a deaf ear away from the attention he seemed to be getting from the two officers that were standing off to the side. He snapped his head up when Jim touched his arm. "Sorry." He murmured. "I was thinking." He common excuse for not listening was met by raised eyebrows and his old friends, 'liar' look.
CSI Headquarters
Nick made his way down the corridor to meet up with Warrick in the break room. On his entry, he collided with Sara. "Oh, hey Sidle." He grinned, side-stepping out of her way. Sara reached up to grab her scarf as it began to fall. Nick smiled knowingly and scratched his chin as well as pointed to her neck. "You ok, cause you're wearing a scarf in like 80 degrees. Coming down with something or covering something up?" He teased.
Sara glared at him as was about to snapped back something that would send him fleeing, when Greg came running out of his lab and through the blocked doorway.
"Sorry, Coming Through!" He yelped, bashing into Sara and pushing her into the door post.
That did it. The scarf fell to her shoulder and the evidence was plain at the eye can see.
Jim stopped on his way past and raised curious brows. "Sara." He called and when she looked away from Nick's, Warrick's, Catherine's and Greg's wide eyes. "There wasn't that many this morning."
Clenching her jaw, she growled and pushed past them all to stalk down the corridor, leaving a bustling cloud of dark energy in quake.
Everyone that now stood in the doorway to the break room, were eyeing Jim with surprised eyes.
"You and... Sa-" Nick stammered. "But-" Greg stuttered. "The Rumo-" Catherine asked. "Wow!" Warrick breathed.
Grissom strolled down the hall and came to a stop when a rather large shadow fell across his file that he was reading. He looked up and saw all his CSI's, bare one female brunette and a red faced lab tech, he narrowed his eyes. They were all staring at him like he was left out of the loop and they felt sorry for him. "What?" He asked quietly, flinching at the sound of his voice echoing through the silent hallway.
Jim stepped up and sighed. "It's out."
Grissom stared at him. "It's out?" He repeated.
Jim nodded. "I'm afraid so, just..." He looked at the four standing in front of them. "Not what they think."
Grissom turned and looked at Catherine, trying to find answers from his second in command. She shook her head dumbly and shifted her eyes to Jim.
"Sara." Jim clarified, receiving an 'oh' from Grissom and a chuckle. "Yeah." He smiled.
"Sara." He repeated and chuckled again. "How angry is she?" He asked the group.
Nick shrugged, Greg kept his mouth shut, Catherine opened her mouth, but closed it and Warrick gave them the reply they all agreed with. "Fuming." Everyone nodded and breathed out a heavy sigh.
Grissom sighed and turned to head to his office. He needed to get rid of the file he held in his hands before seeking out his angry lover.
Catherine snapped out of her thoughts and stepped away from the huddled group as Jim started explaining about Sara, but she broke away and followed Grissom. Jim tried to stop her, but ended up following with Greg, Nick and Warrick trailing behind. Catherine barged through her supervisors door, nearly knocking him over in mid rant. "Alright, Gil! This has got to stop. Sara has hickeys and damnit, Jim gave them to her. Are you going to do something about this?"
Grissom just stands there staring at the mad blonde. This wasn't going to happen, not in his office, not in the lab and not tonight. He pushed past all his CSI's, one lab tech and one amused police captain.
Locker Room
Sara was sitting on the bench in front of her locker. She held the scarf in her hands, twisting it in thought and grumbling slightly to herself. That's how Grissom found her anyway.
"Honey?" He stepped into the room wise deliberate slowness.
"It's stupid, why the hell, am I angry?" She asked herself as Grissom moved to sit beside her. "I mean, it's good right?"
They looked at each other before Grissom asked. "What's good sweetheart?"
Sara looked away and sighed . "Us."
Grissom smiled. "Of course it's good."
"That's what I think." She grinned and turned to straddle the bench like he had. "But-"
"It's nothing we can't straighten out Sara." He reassures her as he brushes her hair from her eyes.
She nodded. "But they think-"
Grissom drops his head and sighs. "I'm sorry, about the bruises."
Sara slapped him on the shoulder. "So you should be you dope."
Grasping her hand, he pulled her close and covered her mouth with his. Resistant at first, Sara tried to pull back, but his grip on her tightened as the kiss deepened.
"Gil." Sara managed to gasp before being persuaded otherwise.
The door to the locker room slammed open, like the door to Grissom's office did as the same blonde hared woman barged through it on a mission in mind to give hell. The whole group had followed Catherine as Jim tried to talk to her, but she wasn't having any of it.
Both Grissom and Sara pulled apart quickly. Catherine's jaw would have hit the floor if it was physically possible. Warrick, Nick and Greg just stared and Jim tried to stop himself from laughing at the extremely red faces of the two who were trying to straighten out their clothing and hair. Was anything more embarrassing than being caught by your co-workers, making out in the locker room, where who knows what else could have happened if they weren't interrupted.
Trying to ignore the stares and questioning glances towards Jim and Sara, Grissom slowly got up and took Sara's hand. "We-" He began to explain, but Catherine interrupted.
"You gave her those-?" She pointed to Sara's neck and her lips turned up into a mischievous grin. "Bugbite's"
Grissom turned another shade of red and turned begging eyes to Jim.
Jim shrugged. "They would let me explain." Sara smiles shyly and follows Grissom out as he tugged on her hand and squeezed through the crowd hogging the doorway.
"Bugbite's?" Jim asked Catherine
She grinned unashamedly. "I just love seeing him nervous and blushing. It's sweet."
Nick chuckled and patted Warrick on the shoulder. "They sure fooled us."
Warrick snorted. "Yeah, right. You were placing bets on Brass and Sara."
Nick scowled at his tall friend and smacked his arm. "Hey, you took that bet."
Jim cleared his throat and clipped both around the head. "I'm still standing here guys."
Catherine watched the two young men rub their heads as Greg bounded towards the door and leaned out to sneak a look at the back of the two walking away. Catherine smiled and touched his shoulder, making him jump. "Sorry Greggo." She smirked. "What you doing?"
Greg furrowed his brows and sighed. "Where they going?
CSI Headquarters Car Park
"You did that on purpose." Sara accused.
Grissom snapped his head up and narrowed his eyes. "What!? I did no such thing."
"You did. You kissed me right in front of the whole lab."
Shaking his head, he stepped closer to her as they descended down the steps. "It wasn't the whole lab and I kissed you because you were teasing me."
Elbowing his ribs, she scoffed. "Yeah, right."
"It's true. You were teasing me."
Sara stopped and stared at him with a smile. He was grinning and staring at the ground. "Is that so?" He nodded and she continued. "I tease you?"
"All the time." He admitted, feeling his collar tighten slightly under his blushing face and neck.
"You did these on purpose, didn't you?" She accused, bringing his attention to her neck that was concealed beneath her scarf.
Grissom cleared his throat and glanced away. "No." He said slowly.
"You tell me now and promise you won't do it again or I'll spread the word about your boxers Gil Grissom." She warned, though with a playful smile and glistening amused eyes.
"Fine." He sighed and started walking towards his car.
"Where are we going anyway?" Sara asked as they reached the rear end of the car.
"I want to check out an old crime scene that Warrick and Nick were working at. They need some insect analysis."
Three Months Later
"You were drunk." Jim laughed, placing his coffee mug on the table in front of him.
"Not that much." Grissom protested.
"You climbed up to her balcony." The police captain snickered.
Grissom sighed and rubbed his face. "Ok, I was just, but you climbed up as well."
"Only so you didn't fall on me."
Catherine sat down in a chair beside Grissom and leaned back with her fresh cup of Starbucks coffee. "So, what you two been talking about?"
Both men looked at each other and stood. "Baseball." They both replied and left their coffees on the table to escape the questions from the blonde.
Two Months Later, Break Room
Sara smiled at Nick and shrugged. "Got a doctors appointment, can't."
Nick nodded. "Why?" He asked after a second, hoping he could persuade her to help him on his case.
"What do you mean why?" She asked, confused.
"Why are you going to the doctors?"
"Yeah." Grissom's voice backed up the young Texan from the doorway.
Sara turned and sighed. "I don't know. I don't feel well and want to see a doctor. Is that ok with you two?"
Grissom moved further into the room and touched her face. Nick was still shocked by his bosses displays with Sara and hers to him, but he only looked away or left them room, but his curiosity got the better of him this time.
"Something wrong? You didn't tell me you weren't feeling well." Grissom asked her softly, noticing her pale face, but like the past few weeks, figured it was exhaustion.
"I'm just a little under the weather, nothing big. Catherine suggested I go for a check up. I haven't had one in a while." She explained as if it were nothing.
Nodding, Grissom stepped away and turned to Nick. "How you progressing with your case?"
Nick snapped his head to his supervisor and started stuttering out a response as Sara made her escape.
Later That Evening
"Come on Sara, spit it out. You still don't look too good, what did the doctor say?" Nick moaned.
Although they hadn't noticed the two walking by the break room door, Sara blurted out the words that made the Entomologist's world stop. "I'm going to have a baby."
Grissom hits the floor.
Jim stares at his friends body. "I'll be damned, he fainted."
After a few silence panicked minutes, Grissom begins to regain consciousness. His eyes open to worried brown's staring down at him. He sat up carefully and asks. "You're pregnant?"
Jim and Nick helped Grissom stand and watched as him and Sara stared at each other nervously.
"Yes, we're going to have a baby." She smiled slightly and waits.
Grissom's face suddenly broke out into a huge bright grin. "I am going to be a father!" He hugs Sara very tightly before pulling away slightly to put his hand on her belly, rubbing gently. "A baby." He whispers in awe. "Wow!" He exclaimed, chuckling and pulling her into his arms once again as a crowd started to form in the hallway, watching the pair in stunned, amused and happy silence.
THE END
Sara was still steaming about the state of her neck after Jim and Charlotte left. Grissom just bared the brunt and sat on the couch watching her rant and pace. He knew if he just let her get it out of her system, she wouldn't hurt him, as much, at least he hoped.
"How the hell am I going to go into work and explain this!?" He heard her say on a breathless gasp. She sighed and dropped down on the couch beside him. "I just, can't believe you." She groaned, dropping her face into her hands.
Grissom let the small smile that had threatened to show slip onto his bemused face and looked at her neck from his vantage point by her side. There were a few marks, bruises, lovebites, covering a portion of her luscious neck. It was temping to just lean over and complete the pattern and cover what looked like the only untouched patch of flesh.
"Polo neck!" She exclaimed from no where, snapping Grissom from his wandering thoughts.
"Polo neck?" He asked, but soon understood. "No!" He shook his head adamantly and stood. "It's like 80 degrees outside Sara, you can't wear a polo neck in this heat, let alone tonight."
"This is all your fault." She partially yelled, but giggled.
Grissom turned to her and grinned. He knelt in front of her knees and took her hands away from her neck. "I know." He smiled. "And, I'm sorry." He shrugged. "I didn't realise and I... suppose I just got carried away."
She nodded and sighed. "But how am I going to hide these now, let alone any other time you get carried away in marking me?"
Thinking this over, but not really concentrating hard enough, he pulled on her hands so she leaned forward. "I..." He began, but quickly forgot what he was going to say and started nuzzling the patch of skin he couldn't keep away from.
Sara sighed with a smile as she tipped her head back. "This isn't going to solve the problem Gil."
Groaning into her neck at the sound of his given name float off her tongue, he started to manoeuvre them until he lay across her body on the couch.
Night time in Vegas
Jim looked up from his notepad as he jotted down the details of the current crime scene. He saw Grissom approach with his field case in one hand and the over, he guessed, resting on Sara's lower back.
"Good evening." Jim smirked, moving to stand beside Sara. "Hey, how you feeling tonight?"
Sara smiled and adjusted her case into her other hand so she could adjust her scarf. "You can't see them, can you?" She asked, looking Jim in the eyes, daring him to lie to her.
He shook his head and turned around to follow Grissom's movement's as he walked away from them. "Everything ok?"
"What do you mean?" She asked, slightly confused, but as she followed his eyes, she smiled and nodded. "Oh yeah, he's fine, I'm fine, everything's fine."
"You two talk?" Jim asked, moving to follow her as they headed further towards the yellow crime scene tape that strategically marked off the body, keeping those who shouldn't be there, out.
Grissom turned a deaf ear away from the attention he seemed to be getting from the two officers that were standing off to the side. He snapped his head up when Jim touched his arm. "Sorry." He murmured. "I was thinking." He common excuse for not listening was met by raised eyebrows and his old friends, 'liar' look.
CSI Headquarters
Nick made his way down the corridor to meet up with Warrick in the break room. On his entry, he collided with Sara. "Oh, hey Sidle." He grinned, side-stepping out of her way. Sara reached up to grab her scarf as it began to fall. Nick smiled knowingly and scratched his chin as well as pointed to her neck. "You ok, cause you're wearing a scarf in like 80 degrees. Coming down with something or covering something up?" He teased.
Sara glared at him as was about to snapped back something that would send him fleeing, when Greg came running out of his lab and through the blocked doorway.
"Sorry, Coming Through!" He yelped, bashing into Sara and pushing her into the door post.
That did it. The scarf fell to her shoulder and the evidence was plain at the eye can see.
Jim stopped on his way past and raised curious brows. "Sara." He called and when she looked away from Nick's, Warrick's, Catherine's and Greg's wide eyes. "There wasn't that many this morning."
Clenching her jaw, she growled and pushed past them all to stalk down the corridor, leaving a bustling cloud of dark energy in quake.
Everyone that now stood in the doorway to the break room, were eyeing Jim with surprised eyes.
"You and... Sa-" Nick stammered. "But-" Greg stuttered. "The Rumo-" Catherine asked. "Wow!" Warrick breathed.
Grissom strolled down the hall and came to a stop when a rather large shadow fell across his file that he was reading. He looked up and saw all his CSI's, bare one female brunette and a red faced lab tech, he narrowed his eyes. They were all staring at him like he was left out of the loop and they felt sorry for him. "What?" He asked quietly, flinching at the sound of his voice echoing through the silent hallway.
Jim stepped up and sighed. "It's out."
Grissom stared at him. "It's out?" He repeated.
Jim nodded. "I'm afraid so, just..." He looked at the four standing in front of them. "Not what they think."
Grissom turned and looked at Catherine, trying to find answers from his second in command. She shook her head dumbly and shifted her eyes to Jim.
"Sara." Jim clarified, receiving an 'oh' from Grissom and a chuckle. "Yeah." He smiled.
"Sara." He repeated and chuckled again. "How angry is she?" He asked the group.
Nick shrugged, Greg kept his mouth shut, Catherine opened her mouth, but closed it and Warrick gave them the reply they all agreed with. "Fuming." Everyone nodded and breathed out a heavy sigh.
Grissom sighed and turned to head to his office. He needed to get rid of the file he held in his hands before seeking out his angry lover.
Catherine snapped out of her thoughts and stepped away from the huddled group as Jim started explaining about Sara, but she broke away and followed Grissom. Jim tried to stop her, but ended up following with Greg, Nick and Warrick trailing behind. Catherine barged through her supervisors door, nearly knocking him over in mid rant. "Alright, Gil! This has got to stop. Sara has hickeys and damnit, Jim gave them to her. Are you going to do something about this?"
Grissom just stands there staring at the mad blonde. This wasn't going to happen, not in his office, not in the lab and not tonight. He pushed past all his CSI's, one lab tech and one amused police captain.
Locker Room
Sara was sitting on the bench in front of her locker. She held the scarf in her hands, twisting it in thought and grumbling slightly to herself. That's how Grissom found her anyway.
"Honey?" He stepped into the room wise deliberate slowness.
"It's stupid, why the hell, am I angry?" She asked herself as Grissom moved to sit beside her. "I mean, it's good right?"
They looked at each other before Grissom asked. "What's good sweetheart?"
Sara looked away and sighed . "Us."
Grissom smiled. "Of course it's good."
"That's what I think." She grinned and turned to straddle the bench like he had. "But-"
"It's nothing we can't straighten out Sara." He reassures her as he brushes her hair from her eyes.
She nodded. "But they think-"
Grissom drops his head and sighs. "I'm sorry, about the bruises."
Sara slapped him on the shoulder. "So you should be you dope."
Grasping her hand, he pulled her close and covered her mouth with his. Resistant at first, Sara tried to pull back, but his grip on her tightened as the kiss deepened.
"Gil." Sara managed to gasp before being persuaded otherwise.
The door to the locker room slammed open, like the door to Grissom's office did as the same blonde hared woman barged through it on a mission in mind to give hell. The whole group had followed Catherine as Jim tried to talk to her, but she wasn't having any of it.
Both Grissom and Sara pulled apart quickly. Catherine's jaw would have hit the floor if it was physically possible. Warrick, Nick and Greg just stared and Jim tried to stop himself from laughing at the extremely red faces of the two who were trying to straighten out their clothing and hair. Was anything more embarrassing than being caught by your co-workers, making out in the locker room, where who knows what else could have happened if they weren't interrupted.
Trying to ignore the stares and questioning glances towards Jim and Sara, Grissom slowly got up and took Sara's hand. "We-" He began to explain, but Catherine interrupted.
"You gave her those-?" She pointed to Sara's neck and her lips turned up into a mischievous grin. "Bugbite's"
Grissom turned another shade of red and turned begging eyes to Jim.
Jim shrugged. "They would let me explain." Sara smiles shyly and follows Grissom out as he tugged on her hand and squeezed through the crowd hogging the doorway.
"Bugbite's?" Jim asked Catherine
She grinned unashamedly. "I just love seeing him nervous and blushing. It's sweet."
Nick chuckled and patted Warrick on the shoulder. "They sure fooled us."
Warrick snorted. "Yeah, right. You were placing bets on Brass and Sara."
Nick scowled at his tall friend and smacked his arm. "Hey, you took that bet."
Jim cleared his throat and clipped both around the head. "I'm still standing here guys."
Catherine watched the two young men rub their heads as Greg bounded towards the door and leaned out to sneak a look at the back of the two walking away. Catherine smiled and touched his shoulder, making him jump. "Sorry Greggo." She smirked. "What you doing?"
Greg furrowed his brows and sighed. "Where they going?
CSI Headquarters Car Park
"You did that on purpose." Sara accused.
Grissom snapped his head up and narrowed his eyes. "What!? I did no such thing."
"You did. You kissed me right in front of the whole lab."
Shaking his head, he stepped closer to her as they descended down the steps. "It wasn't the whole lab and I kissed you because you were teasing me."
Elbowing his ribs, she scoffed. "Yeah, right."
"It's true. You were teasing me."
Sara stopped and stared at him with a smile. He was grinning and staring at the ground. "Is that so?" He nodded and she continued. "I tease you?"
"All the time." He admitted, feeling his collar tighten slightly under his blushing face and neck.
"You did these on purpose, didn't you?" She accused, bringing his attention to her neck that was concealed beneath her scarf.
Grissom cleared his throat and glanced away. "No." He said slowly.
"You tell me now and promise you won't do it again or I'll spread the word about your boxers Gil Grissom." She warned, though with a playful smile and glistening amused eyes.
"Fine." He sighed and started walking towards his car.
"Where are we going anyway?" Sara asked as they reached the rear end of the car.
"I want to check out an old crime scene that Warrick and Nick were working at. They need some insect analysis."
Three Months Later
"You were drunk." Jim laughed, placing his coffee mug on the table in front of him.
"Not that much." Grissom protested.
"You climbed up to her balcony." The police captain snickered.
Grissom sighed and rubbed his face. "Ok, I was just, but you climbed up as well."
"Only so you didn't fall on me."
Catherine sat down in a chair beside Grissom and leaned back with her fresh cup of Starbucks coffee. "So, what you two been talking about?"
Both men looked at each other and stood. "Baseball." They both replied and left their coffees on the table to escape the questions from the blonde.
Two Months Later, Break Room
Sara smiled at Nick and shrugged. "Got a doctors appointment, can't."
Nick nodded. "Why?" He asked after a second, hoping he could persuade her to help him on his case.
"What do you mean why?" She asked, confused.
"Why are you going to the doctors?"
"Yeah." Grissom's voice backed up the young Texan from the doorway.
Sara turned and sighed. "I don't know. I don't feel well and want to see a doctor. Is that ok with you two?"
Grissom moved further into the room and touched her face. Nick was still shocked by his bosses displays with Sara and hers to him, but he only looked away or left them room, but his curiosity got the better of him this time.
"Something wrong? You didn't tell me you weren't feeling well." Grissom asked her softly, noticing her pale face, but like the past few weeks, figured it was exhaustion.
"I'm just a little under the weather, nothing big. Catherine suggested I go for a check up. I haven't had one in a while." She explained as if it were nothing.
Nodding, Grissom stepped away and turned to Nick. "How you progressing with your case?"
Nick snapped his head to his supervisor and started stuttering out a response as Sara made her escape.
Later That Evening
"Come on Sara, spit it out. You still don't look too good, what did the doctor say?" Nick moaned.
Although they hadn't noticed the two walking by the break room door, Sara blurted out the words that made the Entomologist's world stop. "I'm going to have a baby."
Grissom hits the floor.
Jim stares at his friends body. "I'll be damned, he fainted."
After a few silence panicked minutes, Grissom begins to regain consciousness. His eyes open to worried brown's staring down at him. He sat up carefully and asks. "You're pregnant?"
Jim and Nick helped Grissom stand and watched as him and Sara stared at each other nervously.
"Yes, we're going to have a baby." She smiled slightly and waits.
Grissom's face suddenly broke out into a huge bright grin. "I am going to be a father!" He hugs Sara very tightly before pulling away slightly to put his hand on her belly, rubbing gently. "A baby." He whispers in awe. "Wow!" He exclaimed, chuckling and pulling her into his arms once again as a crowd started to form in the hallway, watching the pair in stunned, amused and happy silence.
THE END