Disclaimer: We Don't Own Them
Spoilers: any and all epis are fair game
Authors: Jacquie and Sassy
Beta: SidleChick (Good work, KC) and thanks again.
Chapter 8
Grissom soothed Sara as best he could, even though he was mentally cursing whoever was interrupting. Glancing at his pager , he began dialing Brass's number. "What is it, Jim?"
"DB. Bugs guts. seemed like your cup of tea"
Sara lay in bed pouting. Grissom glanced over at Sara. "What's the address?" Sara rolled her eyes at him.
"56 oak hill Summerlin."
"I'm on my way."
Grissom hung up the phone before looking apologetically at Sara. Sara rolled over on her side away from him pulling covers with her. "Job comes first. I know that I really do, but still I wish work could go away for awhile and I could have you all to myself"
Grissom leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."
"Sure." Sara pushed herself out of bed and headed to put her clothes on. She was upset, and just wanted to go home. She dressed and without looking back walked from the room and out the door to her car. She was outside before she remembered that she didn't bring her car. She sat down on his steps.
Grissom followed her out a moment later. Looking at him sheepishly she replied, "I guess that's what I get for pouting, huh?"
Grissom took Sara into his arms. "I'm sorry you're upset, sweetheart."
"I know. Do you want me to come along with you to your Buggy Body? Seeing that I am not doing anything else. I can help"
"I'd love that, sweetheart." Grissom kissed her hair.
"Good. Can I borrow a clean shirt? Nick and Warrick are bound to know that I haven't been home when I come in wearing the same clothes. We probably won't have time to come home and change before shift. We only have an hour or so anyway."
"Sure."
Grissom got Sara a shirt. He gave her a kiss before saying, "I'm just going to start the car."
"Don't want to help me put it on?" she tempted him.
He walked down the steps and got into the driver seat. He stuck the keys in the ignition...hearing the ticking too late. The Tahoe blew up in a large, hot, fireball.
A/N: Please don't hate us...we just wanted to get a cliffhanger in there like the rest of you wonderful fic writers...you know what we want--Jacquie and Sassy
