Post-Butterflied

Disclaimer: I still don't own CSI and get no profit from writing these stories…yadda yadda yadda.

Chapter 18

Sara was very happy to finally have her hard cast removed. She would still have to wear a special boot for a couple weeks to help keep the weight off the foot while it was rehabilitated. She was more than happy to wear the boot if it meant she was no longer confined to the lab. The doctor explained to her that she could remove it to bathe and gave her some basic physical therapy exercises that she could do at home.

"Oh now that's sexy," Grissom teased when she came outside to where he had been waiting.

"Be quiet," Sara smacked him playfully, "just remember, I'm more mobile now and I could beat you up."

"You would hurt me?" Grissom pretended to be shocked.

"If you pick on me, I just might," Sara laughed.

"I'm glad you can start working in the field again. It will be good to have an extra, experience pair of hands. Greg will be disappointed though, he is probably going to spending more time in the lab now," Grissom said.

"I keep telling him, as soon as he finds a replacement, he can focus on the fieldwork," Sara shook her head, "I wouldn't think it would be so hard to find a DNA lab technician."

"It is, that's why I made that stipulation. I figured that way he really can really commit to being a CSI if it's what he wants," Grissom explained.

They got into Grissom's SUV and drove back toward Grissom's townhouse. Grissom pulled off the road and parked at the end of a street.

"What are we doing?" Sara asked.

"Wait a minute," Grissom hopped out and ran over to open Sara's door for her, "can you walk for a little while?"

"Yes," Sara said suspiciously.

"I just thought we could go for a little walk and maybe go get some lunch," Grissom explained, "you know because you've been on crutches, I haven't been able to just walk along and hold your hand."

"Oh," Sara let Grissom take her hand.

"It's nice isn't it?" Grissom asked as they walked.

"Yeah, it is," Sara agreed, a genuine smile on her face, "I just got a great idea."

"What?" Grissom asked.

"We should get a pet, after we move in together. I think we need a dog or a cat or something," Sara suggested.

"That was out of nowhere," Grissom turned to her, "what brought that on?"

"See over there," Sara pointed to a woman walking a puppy, "I want a puppy. Or a cat, whatever. I think it'd be really nice to have a pet together."

"Okay, if that's what you want honey," Grissom said.

"If you don't want a pet, we don't have to get one, I just thought it might be fun," Sara told him.

"No, no, sweetie, I want a pet if you do. I promise," Grissom kissed her, "we just have to wait until we get settled in."

"Of course," Sara smiled, "but for now, let's go eat, I don't know about you, but I'm hungry for lunch."

"Yes I am," Grissom agreed, "let's get something to eat."

"Then maybe we have time to go back to your place and take a nap before work," Sara suggested.

"Good idea. Your doctor's appointment interrupted our sleep," Grissom elbowed her gently.

"Hey, I thought you were enjoying my being able to walk again," Sara shot back.

"Oh I am," Grissom told her, "I am looking forward to you being fully recovered."

Sara was surprised, "What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Grissom grinned, "you'll just have to wait and find out."


Catherine and Lindsey were enjoying another day off together when someone knocked on their door. Lindsey jumped up to answer the door and revealed Warrick.

"Mom, it's Warrick," Lindsey announced.

"Hi Warrick," Catherine smiled, "what do you have there?"

"Oh," Warrick produced a bouquet of flowers, "some pretty flowers for a couple of pretty ladies."

"You brought Mom flowers?" Lindsey gasped.

"Not just your mother, they're for you too," Warrick added.

"Wow, no one has ever given me flowers before," Lindsey eyed the flowers.

"Here, why don't you put these in a vase," Catherine handed the flowers to Lindsey.

"Okay," Lindsey grabbed the flowers and went in search of a vase.

"You didn't have to do that Warrick," Catherine told him when Lindsey was out of earshot.

"I wanted to. I know you two had a rough couple days and I thought the least I could do was bring you some flowers," Warrick waved it off.

"It was very nice of you, thanks," Catherine smiled, "why don't you come in, make yourself more comfortable."

"Oh I don't want to impose," Warrick started.

"No, Lindsey and I were just getting ready to have lunch, I'm sure she won't mind if you join us. She likes you, you know that," Catherine told him.

"I like her too," Warrick said, "how is she doing by the way?"

"The broken arm doesn't seem to slow her down at all, but the ribs are really hurting her, I can tell. Overall, I think she's okay though. Her legs are pretty bruised, but she seems to be walking just fine, so I'm not too worried about her."

"Yeah, Lindsey's a tough kid. She's got a tough Mom to model herself after," Warrick noted.

Lindsey came back in, carrying the vase with flowers in it now, "Where should I put these?"

"It's up to you sweetie, on the kitchen table or wherever you want," Catherine replied.

"I think they should go on the coffee table, that way if anyone comes over they can see them," Lindsey placed the flowers on the table.

"Looks good, Lindsey," Warrick complimented.

"Thank you. And thanks again for the flowers," Lindsey carefully gave him a hug. It was hard to do so without upsetting her broken ribs.

"So, who's ready for lunch?" Catherine asked.

"Oh, Warrick, are you staying for lunch?" Lindsey asked.

"Sure," Warrick replied, "what's on the menu?"

"Actually, I don't feel like making anything, who's up for fast food?" Catherine asked.

"All right," Lindsey smiled, "this is going to be a great day."

A/N: Okay, so I'm going to ask for reader opinion. This isn't a matter of terrible urgency, but I want to know if you see Grissom and Sara with a dog, a cat or something else entirely. Let me know what sort of pet you guys think they should get.