Grissom opened his eyes; he was in the back of a limo scene, looking out the window at the scenery of Rhode Island. Bryant was driving, doing his job. Gil had no doubt been told to keep to himself by either Roger or Lillian. He entertained himself by looking out the window. It was amazing really; this place looked exactly same as it did even since Gil was a kid.
Grissom noticed that Bryant was slowing down the car. He knew that they must be approaching Beechwood Manor. He looked around for some familiar settings that Beechwood Manor was nearby, but didn't see any, as Beechwood Manor was surrounded by the forest.
Gil then realized that the car was turning, he saw the pair of iron-wrought gates that had been the entrance to Beechwood Manor for decades, they were already open and Gil knew that his home was coming quite soon. There were more trees that covered Beechwood Manor from all, outside, the canopy of trees provided a sense of eeriness to Grissom, and the trees had always and probably always would cover Beechwood Manor. The car was driving along a paved driveway through the dark forest.
Then, as Gil saw, there was Beechwood Manor in all of its glory. Beechwood Manor was a large, 3 story mansion that had a brick exterior. Gil saw that it never changed; it was the same as it was the same as it always was and would be. Gil saw servants outside tending to the grounds, something that was also traditional. There were scrubs, trees, and bushes all around the manor, and there was a small, decorative pond that Gil had fallen into when he was 4 years old and had resulted in his father firing the nanny that was supposed to be watching him.
Gil opened the car door to a surprised looking butler standing there about to open the door for him. "I can open a door by myself, thank you." Gil said. "Of course, sir," said the butler. He was home, he had arrived home to Beechwood Manor that sense of familiarity had taken over, and he had a sense of security that he hadn't felt in a long time from his small apartment in Las Vegas.
However, there was one aspect he wasn't comfortable with. Servants, butlers, cooks, maids, nannies, Grissom had grown up with them, but never felt comfortable with them. He had gotten used to taking care of himself, and he enjoyed it in some ways. Even though it was a part of his heritage, and his early life, Gil was happy that nobody at CSI knew the truth of that heritage. He didn't even want to imagine there reactions if they did discover the truth. Something that he didn't like about being from a blue-blood family was that it isolated you from other people.
Grissom then snapped back into reality, he had been lost in his thoughts. He saw that Bryant had retrieved his luggage and was in process of taking it into the manor. Grissom saw a woman standing by the doors, he recognized her at once. He walked over and greeted his sister-in-law.
"Lillian," was all Gil could think to say. Lillian Webber-Grissom came from a family quite similar to the Grissom's. The Webber family had there heritage deep in New England, and Lillian and her siblings had grown up in a mansion not far from Beechwood Manor. Gil also saw that like Beechwood Manor, Lillian had changed very little. However, Gil could tell that she had gone to great lengths to be stay the same. Gil always remembered that Lillian was one to worry constantly with the styles, and with her looks and her hair. Gil could tell that Lillian had dyed her hair; she looked blonder than Gil remembered. It also appeared that she had resorted to botox.
"Gil, at last. You have finally come to visit us! How long has it been? 5 years?" Lillian asked while embracing Gil in a hug. "At least," Gil responded. "You know, Gil, that overly competent CSI team of yours can survive a little while without you" Lillian said smiling. "Yeah, they can," he replied. Together, Gil and Lillian walked further into the house.
"So, do tell me all about your CSI team, Gil." Lillian asked. "I do hear good things about your team constantly. It is one of the best CSI's in the nation isn't it?" Lillian asked coy fully. "Yes, it is." Gil responded. The last thing he wanted to do was discuss work with his sister-in-law. He liked to keep work and family as far apart and separate from each other as possible. Also, how did Lillian know those things about CSI? Most people only paid attention to police officers. However, Lillian more than likely had her sources that could inform her about CSI.
"So, where is Roger?" Gil asked. "Oh, Roger is at work, you know how he is, always working." Lillian replied. That was true; Roger was a workaholic if there was ever one. Roger was even more work-obsessed than Gil was, and that was saying something.
"So, Lillian, when is Susan going to be here?" Gil asked. Susan was Gil's older sister. His sister that lived in New York City in a Manhattan penthouse. Susan was his only other sibling that had experienced deafness like Gil had. "Susan called this morning and said that she would be here in two days," Lillian said, smiling. "And how's mother?" Gil asked. Lillian smiled faintly and said: "Oh, Gil, she's fine, it's just hard to see her in that condition, you of all people should know that," she said rather tartly.
"Now, Gil" Lillian said. "Let's not talk about such sad things. Since you and I are here alone, let's have lunch on the terrace, it's such a beautiful day outside." "All right, Gil replied.
