Disclaimer: I work for the Police. That means I deal with idiot nut cases all day. If I were to claim that I owned CSI, that would mean I was going nuts as well. As I don't feel like sharing the cells with the nuts we put there, I'm going to have to say that I don't own anything to do with CSI.
A/N: Sorry to everyone who may have thought the last chapter really didn't fit, but I felt we needed to give the rest of the team a look in. This time you've got a mix of Grissom and Sara with it - I can hear you cheers already!
Chapter 13
"Yoh donth ma bag panthakes fo ah gah." Sara commented around a mouthful of pancakes and banana, making it come out sounding very strange.
Grissom looked across the breakfast table at her with a lone raised eyebrow.
"I'll take it that was 'You don't make bad pancakes for a guy' "Grissom replied. "And don't talk with your mouth half full."
Sara swallowed and grinned.
"Fill it right up instead." She said, and laughed at the look she got in return. "I take it your Gran never said that to you?" She queried.
"No she didn't - yours did?" Grissom asked.
"All the time." She stopped to take another bite of her pancakes, swallowing this time before she continued. "Do you need my help getting any stuff together for the day?" Sara asked.
"No, I don't think so." Grissom said. "Today is about you. It's about you relaxing and enjoying yourself and getting you better. Just relax and enjoy the day ok?"
"Ok."
"Have you had your meds for this morning?"
Sara got up and went over picking up her prescription bottle from the counter. After she'd opened it and taken her morning dose, she replied, "I have now."
"Good girl. Go and curl up on the couch for awhile and I'll do the dishes and get some stuff together, ok?" Grissom said. Looking at her, she looked almost on the point of collapse already.
Sara smiled gratefully and went though to the living room after putting her plate in the sink. The fact that she didn't argue with him and just went and did as he asked showed that she still wasn't well at all.
'Even going out it would have to be a quiet day. Just a picnic lunch and maybe a gentle walk.' He thought as he took care of their breakfast dishes.
"I wonder how Greg got on last night." Sara called out from the living room.
"He'll have done all right." Grissom replied. "Warrick will have organized good people to work with him."
"Yeah. I just have a feeling that Ecklie will have saved all the really bad cases for them." Sara said.
"Don't worry about him." Grissom answered. "Or the rest of the lab. You're on leave Sarwhich means you're supposed to forget about work for a week. I know that's hard for you, me as well, but just try ok."
"Ok, ok. "Sara said. "But I hate not knowing what's going on."
"That applies to both of us honey." Came the reply, slightly muffled by the fact that his head was buried in the fridge.
Eventually, Sara decided not to fight the rest her body still so desperately needed, and leaned back against the couch closing her eyes.
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About half an hour later Grissom shook her shoulder gently.
"Wake up Sara." He said softly.
"Huh?" Came a groggy reply as she blinked a few times. "Oh, sorry Griss - I must have dozed off."
"No worries." He replied. "Ready to go?"
"Sure." She said sitting up and running her fingers through her hair so that it didn't resemble a bird's nest quite as much.
They closed up and house and got in the car. Pulling out of the driveway, they started heading out of Las Vegas and into the surrounding desert.
"Shall we stop somewhere and go for a walk before lunch?" Grissom asked.
"Why not?" Sara replied, "as you pointed out its not like we have to worry about work - the day is ours."
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Meanwhile
"I'm glad we gave Linds the burgs," Greg said when Jake and himself got back to the lab about five in the morning.
"Yeah, that hanging was really interesting - if that's the right word," Jake replied. "Even if we do both reek of de comp." He paused for a minute. "How awake are you feeling?"
"Pretty energized actually." Greg answered
"Well, when it becomes sort of daylight, do you want to take some over time and maybe about 0700hrs head out to our could be body in the mud?"
"Why not? I don't normally go to bed until about mid day, and I've got no plans for the morning. Would be great to be able to hand that file back to Ecklie with all the cases completed as well for that matter."
"Cool. Let's have a two hour break. Then head out."
"Sure thing - want to order in some breakfast?"
"Why not?"
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When Grissom parked they left their picnic things in the car and headed down one of the walking tracks at a gentle pace so as not to wear Sara out, just enjoying each others company. They talked about the team, how they both wanted everyone back together, and funny incidents that had happened in the lab recently.
About ten minutes down the path Grissom completely shocked Sara when he reached over and took her hand, linking his fingers through hers. She was even more surprised that he didn't let go, instead continuing to hold her hand as they walked, enjoying the day.
But after her shock, she thought. 'What the hell.'
'I could so get used to this" Was her final thought on the matter.
A bit further along the track they heard laughter coming from off the right among some of the growth. And one laugh sounded very familiar.
"Does that sound like Greg to you?" Sara asked.
"Well, let's go and find out," Grissom replied. In saying so, they headed off the path and followed the laughter until they came across one exceptionally familiar CSI in full swing of a mud fight with another very mischievous looking guy.
"What the hell" Sara said.
"Oh hi!" the unknown person said. "I'm Jake. You're Sara Sidle aren't you?"
"Ah yeah, I am" Sara replied. "What on earth are you guys doing?"
"Looking for a body." Greg answered.
"Really." Grissom stated raising an eyebrow.
"Well …" Greg began, "It goes like this…."
(tbc..)
A/N: I know, probably not the best place to end this chapter - but if I didn't it was going to go on forever. Hope you're all still enjoying the ride - please let me know what you think.