"BOOK I"
Titled: The One You Love
Author: Moggie
Chapter Fifteen
Grissom walked into the lab with a pink and white box under his arm, his briefcase in one hand and a pile of brown file folders in the other. He walked straight to his office and placed all but the box down on his desk. He looked at his watch and headed towards the tech labs, placing the box next to the lab tech he was looking for and turned down the loud music.
Greg looked up, then at the box. Grissom slid the box towards him and Greg opened it. A huge grin formed as he reached in and picked up one of his favourite donuts. He was about to thank Grissom when the DNA machine bleeped and spat out the results it was processing. Greg ignored it and turned back to Grissom who still stood there trying to put the words in order before he spoke. "Greg, remind me to put your name down for the next field assignment we get. I'll need an assistant while Sara's recuperating." Greg couldn't believe his ears. Grissom patted Greg on the shoulder and just before he left, he turned and cranked up the music. "Thanks Greggo."
Catherine and Warrick were sitting in Lab 3, reading over the night before case notes. Catherine was reading some highlighted bits while Warrick was trying to match a sliver of tough fabric to a suspects watch strap. Nick had gone down to chat with Doc Robbins while he waited for his DNA results to come back from Greg. Doc was about to explain how he and Grissom once boiled a head to get evidence, when Nick's bleeper went off.
"Cool! Sorry Doc. Greg's got the DNA results back. I'll catch you later. I still wanna hear more about the boiled head, sounds so cool." Nick left the Doc to an awaiting autopsy to collect the results and then head off to find Catherine and Warrick. He found them easily and shared the new information, which would close the case.
"Hey guys, did someone bring in donuts for Greg and not get us any?" They all looked at each other and shook their heads. Nick conintued. "Well, he said that it was a thank you present and that he wasn't sharing them. He hid the box, so unfair man. I'm starving."
Catherine chuckled and nudged Warrick with her elbow. He looked up. "There from Grissom. He's been trying to thank Greg about all that warning info he gave us and I suppose that was the best he could do. I think it's pretty un- Grissom, but he's trying."
Warrick nodded in agreement and turned to Nick. "Yeah dude. Grissom's whipped, so let it go." He matched the fabric with the watchstrap and jumped from his stool, knocking it back against the wall. "BINGO!"
"Let's get Brass and make the arrest. I wanna get home to Lindsey before she goes to school." They all gathered the evidence and went in search of Brass.
While they were making the arrest, Grissom was sat at his desk doing paperwork. A little less than a day and look what happens; paperwork falls from the heavens and demands signing. Grissom sighed and got on with the monstrosity of a pile in front of him. Two hours into the dreadful mess and he was still no where near finishing. When his phone rang, his whining thoughts were lost.
"Grissom?"
"Hey." The familiar voice sounded tired and a little croaky.
"You should be resting, but I'm glad for the distraction. How are you feeling?" Grissom put his pen down and pushed the offending file away from him as he leaned back in his chair to put his feet on his desk.
"I am resting, but I think I've caught a cold. Funny isn't it? I'm in hospital, trying to get better and I catch something at the same time." She coughed and sniffled.
"You poor thing. I'll be by later to pick you up. Want me to grab something from the chemist?" Grissom ran his fingers through his hair, thinking that with a cold. she's going to need more time to recover and he's not sure how much longer he can take her not being at work with him.
"I'm fine, really, but it may not be a good idea for you to pick me up-"
Grissom interrupted before she could finish, suddenly very worried. "What? Why?"
"Griss, let me finish will you?" Sara coughed for a few seconds and recovered again. "I don't want you getting ill too."
Grissom breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't care if I get sick Sara. I just want to get you home and into bed." Sara snickered, bringing Grissom to realise what he said. "I mean, uh, sorry. I meant, to keep you warm and." This didn't help anything, it just made the snickering increase into laughter and Grissom could do nothing but smile. "Sara, you'd better stop laughing so hard, you may pop a stitch.or something."
Silence and everything stopped. She considered this carefully. She didn't want to do that again, it hurt enough the first time round, which of course, Grissom didn't know about, so she thought.
"You're right. So, you gonna pick me up, whether its good for you or not and I can't talk you out of it?"
"Sara, how else are you going to get home? And no, you're not getting a cab. I'll see you at 9, so be packed and ready to go." Grissom sat back up and rubbed his head, knowing he was going to have to finish the paperwork that was mocking him on his desk.
"Ok, see you later."
"Bye."
"Bye."
They both hung up at the same time and sat staring at the phone, waiting for them to ring again. When it didn't, Sara slept and Grissom finished his worse nightmare.
Titled: The One You Love
Author: Moggie
Chapter Fifteen
Grissom walked into the lab with a pink and white box under his arm, his briefcase in one hand and a pile of brown file folders in the other. He walked straight to his office and placed all but the box down on his desk. He looked at his watch and headed towards the tech labs, placing the box next to the lab tech he was looking for and turned down the loud music.
Greg looked up, then at the box. Grissom slid the box towards him and Greg opened it. A huge grin formed as he reached in and picked up one of his favourite donuts. He was about to thank Grissom when the DNA machine bleeped and spat out the results it was processing. Greg ignored it and turned back to Grissom who still stood there trying to put the words in order before he spoke. "Greg, remind me to put your name down for the next field assignment we get. I'll need an assistant while Sara's recuperating." Greg couldn't believe his ears. Grissom patted Greg on the shoulder and just before he left, he turned and cranked up the music. "Thanks Greggo."
Catherine and Warrick were sitting in Lab 3, reading over the night before case notes. Catherine was reading some highlighted bits while Warrick was trying to match a sliver of tough fabric to a suspects watch strap. Nick had gone down to chat with Doc Robbins while he waited for his DNA results to come back from Greg. Doc was about to explain how he and Grissom once boiled a head to get evidence, when Nick's bleeper went off.
"Cool! Sorry Doc. Greg's got the DNA results back. I'll catch you later. I still wanna hear more about the boiled head, sounds so cool." Nick left the Doc to an awaiting autopsy to collect the results and then head off to find Catherine and Warrick. He found them easily and shared the new information, which would close the case.
"Hey guys, did someone bring in donuts for Greg and not get us any?" They all looked at each other and shook their heads. Nick conintued. "Well, he said that it was a thank you present and that he wasn't sharing them. He hid the box, so unfair man. I'm starving."
Catherine chuckled and nudged Warrick with her elbow. He looked up. "There from Grissom. He's been trying to thank Greg about all that warning info he gave us and I suppose that was the best he could do. I think it's pretty un- Grissom, but he's trying."
Warrick nodded in agreement and turned to Nick. "Yeah dude. Grissom's whipped, so let it go." He matched the fabric with the watchstrap and jumped from his stool, knocking it back against the wall. "BINGO!"
"Let's get Brass and make the arrest. I wanna get home to Lindsey before she goes to school." They all gathered the evidence and went in search of Brass.
While they were making the arrest, Grissom was sat at his desk doing paperwork. A little less than a day and look what happens; paperwork falls from the heavens and demands signing. Grissom sighed and got on with the monstrosity of a pile in front of him. Two hours into the dreadful mess and he was still no where near finishing. When his phone rang, his whining thoughts were lost.
"Grissom?"
"Hey." The familiar voice sounded tired and a little croaky.
"You should be resting, but I'm glad for the distraction. How are you feeling?" Grissom put his pen down and pushed the offending file away from him as he leaned back in his chair to put his feet on his desk.
"I am resting, but I think I've caught a cold. Funny isn't it? I'm in hospital, trying to get better and I catch something at the same time." She coughed and sniffled.
"You poor thing. I'll be by later to pick you up. Want me to grab something from the chemist?" Grissom ran his fingers through his hair, thinking that with a cold. she's going to need more time to recover and he's not sure how much longer he can take her not being at work with him.
"I'm fine, really, but it may not be a good idea for you to pick me up-"
Grissom interrupted before she could finish, suddenly very worried. "What? Why?"
"Griss, let me finish will you?" Sara coughed for a few seconds and recovered again. "I don't want you getting ill too."
Grissom breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't care if I get sick Sara. I just want to get you home and into bed." Sara snickered, bringing Grissom to realise what he said. "I mean, uh, sorry. I meant, to keep you warm and." This didn't help anything, it just made the snickering increase into laughter and Grissom could do nothing but smile. "Sara, you'd better stop laughing so hard, you may pop a stitch.or something."
Silence and everything stopped. She considered this carefully. She didn't want to do that again, it hurt enough the first time round, which of course, Grissom didn't know about, so she thought.
"You're right. So, you gonna pick me up, whether its good for you or not and I can't talk you out of it?"
"Sara, how else are you going to get home? And no, you're not getting a cab. I'll see you at 9, so be packed and ready to go." Grissom sat back up and rubbed his head, knowing he was going to have to finish the paperwork that was mocking him on his desk.
"Ok, see you later."
"Bye."
"Bye."
They both hung up at the same time and sat staring at the phone, waiting for them to ring again. When it didn't, Sara slept and Grissom finished his worse nightmare.