Post-Butterflied
Disclaimer: I still don't own CSI and get no profit from writing these stories…yadda yadda yadda.
Chapter 19
"Oh my God, Sara, what's in this box?" Nick asked as he lifted a box from her living room.
"Mostly books," Sara grinned, "I hope it's not too heavy for you."
"Too heavy? No way. Next time, spread them out though," Nick shook his head and made the trek back down to the parking lot where everyone was helping load up Sara's belongings.
Greg and Warrick came back up from carrying a load down.
"What's next?" Greg asked.
"The couch I guess," Sara gestured at the nearly empty room.
For the most part, no one was allowing Sara to help carry anything. She insisted that she could walk just fine, but they told her she had to just give orders. Grissom, Nick, Warrick and Greg had showed up to help her move all of her stuff out of the apartment. Catherine had promised to try and stop by later.
"Wow, you guys move fast," Catherine noted as she looked around the apartment.
"It might be even faster if I was allowed to help," Sara rolled her eyes, "I've been ordered not to help carry anything."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Brass announced from behind Catherine.
"It is, I feel bad because you guys are all doing the heavy work and I'm just standing around watching," Sara crossed her arms, "I feel useless."
"You're not useless dear," Grissom said, "looks like we're almost done. You showed up right on time Catherine."
"Hey, I have a kid, do any of you have young children at home?" Catherine defended.
"I was kidding," Grissom laughed, "calm down."
"Looks like there's only a few things left," Nick observed, joining the crowd.
"Yeah, but then we get to unload everything again at the house," Greg reminded them.
"You guys all knew what you were getting into when you said you'd help you," Sara told him.
"True," Greg shook his head, "who'd think one woman would have so much stuff though."
"It's mostly books," Nick teased.
"So what? I like to read," Sara said defensively.
"Maybe you would be better if you spent more time reading, Nicky," Grissom suggested.
"Okay people, let's get down to business, shall we?" Catherine said loudly.
"Yeah, only a few more boxes, and then I have to be going," Brass said.
"Got a hot date?" Greg asked.
"Excuse me?" Brass shot Greg the nastiest look.
"I didn't say anything," Greg laughed nervously.
"That's what I thought," Brass narrowed his eyes again.
"Let's get this done so you guys can help out Gil before you all have to go to work," Sara agreed.
"Oh man, we have to help him too," Nick complained.
"So you're willing to help out Sara, but not me?" Grissom pretended to be upset.
"I told you we were both moving," Sara added.
"I was joking," Nick smiled, grabbing a box and heading out of the room.
Everyone else followed suit and grabbed the last few boxes. Sara locked the apartment behind them. She would return later when they were settling into the new house and do the rest of the cleaning and last check to make sure nothing was left behind. Grissom and Sara rode to the new house in their rented truck with all of Sara's belongings. Everyone else followed, except for Brass who had to leave.
The unload was pretty quick because they just took everything in the house and put it down. Sara and Grissom would have plenty of time to sort things out later.
"Well, do you guys want to just to my place and get this over with, or should we go out to lunch first?" Grissom asked.
"I think lunch is a good idea," Sara said.
"I'm not going to argue with food," Greg laughed.
"Me either," Nick agreed.
"All right. Because you guys are helping us, I'm buying," Grissom told them, "and there's no room for argument."
"Free food?" Greg asked, "not getting any argument from me."
"Of course you wouldn't argue," Warrick teased.
"So, what sounds good to everyone?" Grissom asked.
"What's close to here?" Catherine asked.
"I don't know, we just moved in," Sara smiled.
"Very funny," Catherine replied.
The rest of the day went by quickly. They had lunch and had just enough to help Grissom load his furniture and stuff into the moving truck. Then everyone else had to get ready to go to work. That left Grissom and Sara to drive back to the new house and unload everything.
"Well now you're going to have to let me help," Sara announced triumphantly.
"I guess you're right," Grissom smiled, "I know you are more than capable of helping me honey."
"Then why wouldn't you let me do anything earlier?" Sara asked.
"I don't know, I just thought we had more than enough people helping us out. I figured you deserved to take it easy," Grissom explained.
"Let's get moving, I want to get everything inside so we can at least set up the bedroom," Sara said, "we need to at least have somewhere to sleep. I have the feeling it's going to take a while to get settled in here."
"Yeah, but it's going to be worth it," Grissom said, "just think, every day we come home from work, we can be together."
"I know," Sara wrapped her arms around him, "it's going to be great."
"I love you, Sara," Grissom kissed her.
"I love you too," Sara said, "but we should really start moving your stuff."
"You're right," Grissom turned and opened the truck.
"This should be fun," Sara eyed all of Grissom's boxes.
"The sooner we're done getting everything inside, the sooner we can get organized and head to bed," Grissom said.
"Today's been a long day, it will be nice to just lay down and go to sleep," Sara said as she grabbed a box, "let's do this."
A/N: I don't know about any of you, but I've moved a few times in life. It's never fun, but then it is always nice to get settled into the new house. I'm still not sure what kind of pet to give Grissom and Sara, but I appreciate all of your input so far. I have a dog at home, but I desperately want a cat. I love animals! That's why I'm studying to be a veterinarian. Thank you as always for reading.
