A/N: I don't own them, but in a perfect world, I would. Plot and subordinate characters are mine, the rest belong to Anthony Zuicker and company. Special thanks to my husband and my beta readers, Ash and Anne. Without those three, I would never have the courage to continue writing.
Chapter 10
"What can I get you lovelies," the waitress asked with a thick Cockney accent.
"I'll have the Ploughman's lunch, please," Sara ordered. "And a bottle of water."
"And I'll have Bangers and Mash, with the blood pudding. And a pint of Guinness, please. Thank you." Grissom watched Sara make a face at his selection. "What, I happen to enjoy blood pudding. It's very tasty."
"Blood pudding. Don't you see enough of that at work?" Sara quipped.
"Nope. Besides, didn't your mother ever tell you not to knock it if you've never tried it?"
"Naw, she just would say something about how the cosmic flavors of the universe would eventually come together, or something like that."
"What?"
"Mom is a hippie. Dad too. She is always saying something about karma or cosmic something or others. I've learned to just look at her with an intent look on my face and nod every so often. Works every time."
"That explains a lot."
"Does not!"
"Does too, now eat your lunch and we'll go to the wax museum."
"Alright, Sean Connery here I come," Sara said as she ate her cheese and bread.
TBC