Alright, here's another short one. I'm afraid that sometimes life gets in the way of fiction. I promise I will end this soon; I don't want to babble on forever. I'm just having so much fun with this. Thanks to every wonderful person who has read and or reviewed. I love you guys.
Chapter Fifteen
Finally satisfied with his kitchen clean up, Grissom strolled over to the sofa to where Sara was perusing through his latest copy of Applied Forensic Science. "Sara, I'm going to take a shower; I think I smell like a mix of garlic and soy sauce."
She glanced up at him, still in his cute little now wet apron, and let out a slight chuckle.
"What? Do you like the smell of garlic and soy sauce Miss Sidle?"
"It's the apron; it's got such a June Cleaver quality to it. Maybe next you can bake me some chocolate chip cookies with some nice warm milk."
He gave her that typical "Grissom Smirk" and headed towards the bathroom. Stopping midway down the hall he shot back at her, "Sara, you can turn the music off if it's disturbing your reading."
"Wouldn't dream of it. I'm actually enjoying all these cheesy songs. Maybe later you can sing along to a few of them for me."
Grissom just shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom.
During his shower, Grissom thought of the last forty-eight hours. He felt as though he was losing control. He thought his head was going to explode. 'What am I doing here? I'm nearly fifty years old, and I'm undeniably smitten with her.''
He finished his shower, dried off, and realized he was finally ready. He knew that he wanted, needed Sara in his life. He also knew he had to tell her; no, he had to show her how he felt.
After getting dressed, Grissom headed back to the living room. When he reached the sofa, he found Sara sound asleep, forensic journal still in her hands. He smiled at the perfect picture of beauty before him. He tenderly lifted her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom. Carefully, he placed her on the bed, covered her up, and kissed her forehead. "Sleep tight, honey."
TBC
Grissom making dinner: $35. Grissom wearing an apron $20. Grissom wearing nothing but an apron: Priceless...Ok REALLY CORNY. I know what your thinking, are they gonna ever? Sara really needed to sleep, and I needed to collect my thoughts. Thanks for reading.