Chapter 19

[Spoilers: Anonymous. References to Paul Milander]

"And how are my favourite honeymooning couples on this fine day?" came Jenkins voice over the sound of clinking glasses at lunch.

"We're just fine." Grissom answered, placing his hand over Sara's partly to show that no more sessions with the good doctor would be needed and partly because his inner alpha-male had kicked in and he wanted to make the point that Sara was his.

Since their early morning 'encounter' both Grissom and Sara had been fighting to keep the smiles off their faces, but Sean and Allison were still not convinced that everything was okay.

"Excellent, excellent." Jenkins beamed, "Glad to hear it. I'll be at the bar if anyone needs me." he offered.

-Yeah, we need you- Grissom thought, -To tell us what the hell is going on so we can go home. Home, god do I really want to go? Everything is different there-

"Actually, I think I'll join you." Allison spoke up. She needed to talk to him, but wanted to keep it informal. "Anyone want a drink?"

"Orange juice for me," Sara replied, "How about you Gil?"

Grissom smiled at the sound of his name on her lips. She had been calling him it for a while now, but it still made him smile.

"No thanks, I'm fine." he answered, never taking his focus off Jenkins.

-Just because he looks innocent, doesn't mean he is- Grissom thought, remembering the Paul Milander incident years before. -You can never be too careful-

Anyone but Sara would have been offended by his lack of attention but she knew he wasn't being rude, he was being... Grissom!

As they approached the bar, Allison called her order to the bar tender, who was too good looking for his own good and knew it.

"I'm glad I got you alone Dr. Jenkins. I wanted to talk to you." she started.

"Please call me Ian. I like to keep things informal outside of sessions." he informed her.

Back at the table, Grissom was tense. Sara knew he would never admit it, but he was worried about Allison being alone with the doctor.

Resting her head on his shoulder, she whispered "relax" into his ear. "Even if he is the guy, he wouldn't be stupid enough to do anything here."

Sean just smiled at the couple and looked away not wanting to interrupt the intimate moment.

"Okay Ian," Allison continued, "I'm not sure if I should talk to you about this. I mean, it's not really about me, but I'm worried."

"Go on." he urged, moving closer to eliminate the possibility of being overheard.

"It's Gil," she revealed. "I'm worried he may be in trouble. He's always sneaking off to make phone calls and there's been a cop hanging around. He says it's work, but who does work on their honeymoon?"

"So, you have reason to believe he's lying?" Jenkins questioned, trying not to sound too analytical.

"Well, not really, it's just a feeling." Allison admitted, accepting the drinks from the bar tender. "What do you suggest?" she asked.

"Well," he pondered. "I can't tell you what to do, but I would suggest that you don't confront him. If you're wrong, you'll be ruining a good friendship. Gil seems like a good man, and I'm sure it really is just work. It's difficult to escape sometimes, no matter how hard you try."

"I guess you're right." Allison smiled, beginning her walk back to the table. "I'm just being silly."

"I'm always telling my patients that 'life is to be lived'. Actually, many of them have started lives afresh somewhere and left their old ones behind. I can't say it's what I had in mind when I suggested starting, but it seems to help them. I get post cards from some of them, it's quite sweet really."

Not realising that what she had just been told could be important to the couple she was rejoining, Allison set the drinks on the table and gave a guilty smile to Gil, as a sort of silent apology for doubting him.

"Thanks for your help." she said to Jenkins as he placed the rest of the drinks on the table, knowing that he and Sean would understand the double meaning of the statement.

"No problem." he answered leaving the table.

"So, what do you guys want to do today?" Sean asked.

Grissom could think of many things, but none of them were appropriate to mention in present company. He looked at Sara and caught a smile, knowing she was having similar thoughts.

-We should really work on the case- He thought. -We need to keep close to Jenkins somehow-

"I'm up for anything." Sara answered. "How about we check out the rest of the complex? Gil and I haven't had a chance to explore properly yet?" she said sipping her juice.

-Good thinking Sara. Stay close to the crime scene, so to speak. God you're so cute. Where did that thought come from?- He asked himself. -Must keep focused on the case- He reminded himself. -God this is going to be hard-

"Sounds good." The other couple agreed. "Where shall we start?"

-Excellent question- Sara thought, but thinking about the case. It was time to do some more snooping around and hopefully they would stumble across something of interest pertaining to the case.

"How about the path down by the tennis courts? We can see where it leads us." Grissom suggested, knowing that it was the closest to Jenkins room and they might catch a glimpse of him there.

He smiled at Sara and stroked her hair, knowing that she would understand what he was thinking, she always did, and they'd been completing each others sentences for years now.

"The path it is then." Allison smiled, watching this exchange. -Why was I ever worried? They're the cutest couple ever-

"How long until Griss and Sara get back?" Nick asked as he looked down the scope trying to match lands and grooves.

"A couple of days."Catherine answered from across the table. "And I can't wait. If I have to deal with the sheriff one more time, I'm going to go crazy."

"Now you know how Griss feels." Nick laughed.

"Yeah, it'll be nice to get them back and put things back to normal, or as normal as things ever get around here." she added as Greg walked by wearing what appeared to be a dress over his lab coat.

"Wonder what bet he lost this time?" Nick asked. "Oh, and we have a match! The suspect is going down." he called, moving away from the scope to show Catherine.

"Excellent." she smiled, "Finally things are looking up."

-In all respects- She thought, meaning the Grissom and Sara situation, which was going even better than even she could imagine.

Ambling by the tennis courts, the two newly weds chatted, holding their respective partner's hands in the cool breeze and the hot sunshine.

Sara and Allison both wore wraps around their swimwear. Allison in a bikini and Sara in a one peace swimsuit. The two men, though it as hot weather, wore what they felt comfortable in and for Sean that was cream combat shorts and for Grissom that meant light colour slacks.

Grissom remembered the conversation in the bathroom after himself and Sara had concluded 'frisky behaviour' in the workplace. Though it was too early to get into anything more, especially on work time, it was now a mutual agreement that 'this, something' was going to have to be approached, but slowly.

The girls stopped to talk to one of the hotel reps, while Sean and Grissom chatted and 'observed' the tennis courts.

A rather fine, bikini wearing team of females were volleying a tennis ball with gusto.

Grissom's eyes drifted up to the hotel balconies beyond the court to the one that would be the doctors and for a moment it took him time to count the rows in and the stories up until he spotted the good doctor on his cell phone, laughing and talking animatedly.

"Damn." Sean sigh wistfully as one of the tennis players bent to tend to her laces.

Grissom smirked, and then chuckled when Allison smacked her husbands arm.

"Hey! Eyes on me buster, only me." Allison scolded, turning her husband to poke him in the chest.

Sara smiled at them as she walked over to Grissom. "Want to go for a swim?" She asked, half listening to the teasing couple behind them.

"I'll go up to our room for some towels." He offered, taking the key card from his pocket.

"That's ok Hun, I'll go. I need to find my sun lotion anyway." Sara plucked the card from his hand and kissed his chin, before his lips, hanging on to his arm before propelling herself away from him. "I won't be long."

Not sure if she should be going alone, Grissom nodded and looked up briefly to spy the doctor was still standing on his balcony talking into his cell phone. -If I stay put, I can make sure he doesn't leave my sight before Sara gets back-

"Let's go wait by the pool." Allison suggested, talking Sean's hand and looping her arm through Grissom's, much to his surprise.

-Maybe not- He sighed, glancing now and then up at the doctor's room.

TBC