Chapter 4
Sara immerged from her home office with bare feet and blood shot eyes. Grissom handed her a glass of wine and bade her to sit. Gily was glued to something involving red puppets and high-pitched squealing. "I ordered pizza and made a salad."
She put her head down on the counter. "What kind of pizza?"
Gily turned spoke from the living floor his eyes rolling. "What kind do you think mom, half veggie and half pepperoni. Me and daddy are..." He looked at his father.
"Carnivores."
Sara nodded as she put her head down on the counter. Gil regarded her face.
"You're exhausted."
"How can I be exhausted you're the one who's been playing mister mom all day?"
He smiled down her. "Okay so we're both exhausted. I think I'm going to write a book."
The cool marble felt good on cheek. "You already wrote a book."
His hands found the back of her neck. "No this one is going to be more practical."
"What's it going to be about?"
"A self help book for old dads, I have some of the chapters named already, Bengay is your friend or, She's young. She's hot. She's fertile."
He felt a soft laugh ripple through his body. Gil had been in San Diego for a week. The Family Leave Act allowed for time off and he was taking every hour of it.
Her hair had fallen away from her neck and Gil wanted to kiss her there. Gily's hands reaching up proffering his cell phone interrupted his thoughts. Grissom took it from him.
"Well hello there friend of nearly two decades. What the hell is this about extended leave and what's this about you and some kid that look's like you spit him out at the conference?"
Grissom had not thought of anything or anyone but Sara and Gily, trying to make right all the wrong that had been done to them.
Sara sat up and gave him a gap toothed grin as she heard Catherine's voice through the phone. "Cath I'm sorry I should've called. Are you having to take up my slack?"
"Are you kidding? I'm through with night shift. Sofia is doing her time. I think she likes it actually. Put Sara on the phone."
He shook his head and passed the phone. Sara listened.
"Please please tell me that you have run off that shrew of a wife."
Grissom left as he heard the doorbell ring.
"I don't think it was me."
"Okay so you and miniature Gil whatever whoever I don't care. He is just like him?"
"Oh yeah."
"I guess I'll get the details later. Email me pictures and I'll see you soon."
"Oh I'm not planning on going to the Boston thing."
"I wasn't talking about Boston. Gil Grissom is not letting you and that boy out of his sight. It's a good thing you can work wherever you want. Not that it would matter."