Chapter 03: From the Frying Pan

As Gil & Aaron walked through the office door into the reception area, Gil overheard the conversation Sara was finishing with her. "So Dr. Irey had a cancellation, right after Aaron's appointment? Good. Look we know that Gil hasn't been to the dentist in 2 years. Not since Aaron's birth, could Gil take Aaron's appointment and Aaron take the cancelled appt.?"

"Yes, Mrs. Grissom. We've been trying for several months to get Dr. Grissom in. But you know how he feels about doctors. I know he had a rough time the last time he was here; but it wasn't intentional. Dr. Irey would like to check the caps, do x-rays; the whole 9 yards"

"Well he is here now." Sara didn't have to turn around to know Gil had just walked in the door. "Gil-Bert Grissom. Front & center. You have an appt."

"Sara. You double-crossed me."

"Little pitchers, Gil" She replied, glancing over to Aaron. "You promised to set a good example for Aaron today"

"But, you double-crossed me?"

"Daddy, are you mad at Mommy?" Aaron asked. Then Aaron started signing to his Dad; he was just about to sign a word his father didn't think he could possibly know when he grabbed his son's hands. "Aaron, don't ever sign that again. Your mom will kill us both."

"And no one find us. Right?" The littlest Grissom cooed.

"Sometimes, my little Bugman you are too smart."

"Ok, Sara. I'll go in. Aaron, sit down and wait for Mom. Ok. Sara, you still…"

At that moment, Sara walked up to her husband and whispered something in his ear. His eyebrows went up, he started to bite his tongue and a faint red blush began creeping up his neck. "Ok, tonight then?" She whispered before placing a small peck on his earlobe.

Gil gulped once and answered back. "Ok, tonight." He took a deep breathe and steeled himself to walk into the inner office. What no one had noticed was Aaron. He was very perceptive of his father's moods. He could tell his Dad was not happy. He also knew how much his Dad loved insects. So he took one of cicadas from his pocket and put it on his dad's sleeve. It will keep him company, Aaron thought. Just like his stuffy at home.

So Gil walked in as the cicada crawled up his sleeve. Of course, Aaron hadn't been entirely truthful to his Dad. Aaron's pockets were full of cicadas. He had stuffed several in his pockets at home before his mom came in to get him dressed. He had been collecting them for a week; he had been putting them in his dad's little 'frig in the insectariums his father had setup. He knew cold made "bugs" sleepy. He didn't know why 'cause warm things made him sleepy. He would ask his daddy later. He did know that the "bugs" were waking up and soon his mommy would notice that something was up. Aaron had forgotten the noise the cicadas would start to make as they woke up.