Title: For Honor and Glory
Chapter: 4/?
Author: Brutal Howell E-Mail: Brutal_Howell@hotmail.com Category: Drama/Romance/Angst/General Pairing: Grissom/Original Character Summary: Grissom gets to confront Brian and the CSI's come through for their boss and friend. Grissom and Moira reveal the secrets they have been withholding - but only to each other. Spoilers: Chapters 1-3 of this story. Feedback: In the immortal words of Doctor Sam Beckett, "Give it to me, baby!" Good or bad.no matter. Disclaimer: See Ch 1. Author's Notes: Glad to see people are liking it so far. Again, I need at least 4 reviews to release Chapter 5 from my custody. And again, words appearing between (**) are things Moira and Grissom are signing to each other. Now that the CSI's have a better idea what is happening to Gris, Look for them to have a bigger part in this. I've always believed that Jim Brass is an underused character, so he will have more to do too. But lets be honest folks.this is Grissom and Moira's story. If this story goes as well as I hope - I may continue it in other stories. I still have a lot of homework, carrying a double load on classes. So be patient with me.
For Honor and Glory
By
Brutal Howell
QUEEN TO KING 5..CHECK!
It took Robbins an additional two hours to suture all of Moira's wounds. Sara and Catherine threw the men out of the autopsy bay and got her dressed in some of Grissom's sweats. Brass paced the halls with Grissom. Sean stood like a sentry over the whole scene.
"Sean, are things always like this for you two? Is this normal?" The CSI vaguely wondered what he was getting himself into. The tall Irishman snorted.
"Anytime Victor Tamatsura is involved, NOTHING is normal." That didn't seem to be the response Grissom was looking for. "Mr. Grissom, this isn't just about your battle anymore. M and Mr. Brass have their own history with him. You being targeted is forcing her to take risks she normally wouldn't. This is the type of result you can expect when you take risks in this business." He noticed Gil retreating into himself. Brass recognized the inner battle his friend was going through.
"Gil, we're playing by a different set of rules with Tamatsura. These risks Sean was talking about.they are completely necessary." He noticed Grissom was still hesitant about talking in front of Sean. "Sean, could you go see how much longer the ladies are going to be?" He asked the big man. Sean knocked on the autopsy bay door before going in. "Don't leave her hanging here, she wouldn't leave you." Brass confronted his friend. The direct approach always worked better for them. For some reason, Gil found himself getting defensive.
"Jim, you don't understand. I'm dealing with." Brass cut him off.
"Your hearing. Yeah, I know." Grissom was taken aback. That wasn't what he was going to say, and he thought he had been doing a good job at hiding it. "I might not sign like M does, but I can tell when a man is working hard to read lips. And even harder at keeping it from his friends." He paused when he saw his friend trying to regain some of his famous composure. "Is it the same thing your mom had?" he asked gently. Gil nodded. Brass placed a hand on his shoulder. "Gil, I know you're dealing with a lot. And martyr that you are," he teased, "You want to try and shoulder everything yourself. You have a lot of friends here, you really should let us in sometimes. These kids would do anything for you, you know that." He did. And he knew he was blessed with the friends he had. "Just don't close yourself off from us, OK? Especially my cousin." Grissom blushed and Jim laughed. "She's crazy about you, you know." Brass was shocked when Grissom's eyes widened in surprise. "You didn't know?" He could feel the tension of a migraine beginning behind his eyes.
"Jim, I've never felt like this. I don't know what to make of it. I saw her laying there, covered head to toe - all that blood.I've never been so scared of losing something in my life. Not even my hearing." Now it was Jim's turn to be surprised. Was he saying what Brass thought he was? "I know I haven't known her very long.but I can't imagine my future without her in it." Grissom sighed, in for a penny.in for a pound. The doors opened before Brass could respond.
"I'm going to go get the truck. Mr. Grissom, M's awake. She wants to talk to you and Mr. Brass." Sean smiled as both men practically ran into the autopsy bay. Jim immediately went to her side. Grissom pulled up short and looked at her lying on that Autopsy Table. A shudder went through him, thinking of what could have happened tonight. Moira hugged her cousin, but never took her eyes off of Grissom.
**You scared me** he signed. Catherine, Jim and Sara helped her get up from the table. She stood on shaky legs and started to limp over toward the CSI boss.
**I know, I'm sorry. But I had to make sure the job was done. They couldn't be around to hurt you, later** she signed back to him. She stopped about five steps in front of him, waiting for him to make the choice. She knew this night had been rough on him. And they would only get worse until Tamatsura was dead. She was giving him the chance to walk away. Jim crossed his fingers - what Moira was doing was immensely brave. He silently prayed his friend would do the right thing. Sara and Catherine didn't have a clue as to what was going on. But they recognized it as something important. Moira and Grissom stood at an impasse for at least a minute before either one moved. This decision was life altering - and Gil Grissom wasn't about to let this amazing woman get away from him without a fight. He closed the distance between them and stopped right in front of her.
"You aren't going to get rid of me that easy." He told her as he opened his arms. She stepped into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his waist. He held her, trying to be mindful of her injuries.
"Sean is going to drive you both back to Grissom's house." Catherine informed them. "I already sent Nick and Warrick on ahead. Greg and Sara will relieve them in a couple of hours. And Jim and I will be there a few hours after that." She had this all worked out. Moira would run things regarding Grissom's protection, but she had to see how important she had become to him. Besides, they had to convince her that her and Sean didn't have to do all the work by themselves.
"I have to." Moira began. The tiny CSI cut her off.
"I talked to Robbins.we both know you're not going to give yourself the recovery time you need. So we want two days. No hunting dangerous men for two days. You need the rest, Moira. We can look after our own for two days. Then he's all yours." She smiled up at Grissom. The bodyguard looked at Gil.
"Is she always this demanding?" she asked him. She smiled when he nodded. She looked at Brass and he nodded too. She had a feeling this woman meant business. Gil would have a crowd of people around him while she took it easy. Two days seemed fair enough. She leaned into Grissom as he wrapped his arms around her. "All right, Catherine. You got your two days." The CSI hadn't expected her to give in so easily.
"Oh, good. Then that's settled, you guys can get going." She started maneuvering Moira and Grissom toward the door. The Irish woman was still limping on her injured leg. She stopped and looked at Brass standing in the back of the room.
"Jimmy, can you give me a little help here." She asked her cousin. She knew he wanted her to be happy, but he was afraid it might be at the cost of their own relationship. And that was something she didn't want to happen. She looked at Gil and they shared a smile. 'Good, he understood,' she thought. She put one arm around Brass' shoulders and smiled when she felt Grissom grab her hand on the other side.
"I thought you didn't need me," he was playing. But Moira Kelly knew her cousin well enough to know that there was also a hint of truth to his statement. She kissed his cheek.
"I always need you, Jimmy." When he heard this, Jim stood a bit taller, and felt a lot stronger. Despite the fact that Victor Tamatsura was still out there, Gil Grissom considered himself a blessed man. He had no idea why Moira Kelly would have the slightest interest in him. But there was no way he was going to ruin the chance he was being given.
GIL GRISSOM'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON
It had taken some considerable arm-twisting on everyone's part to get Moira to rest. And she immediately balked when Grissom suggested she take his room.
"M, Mr. Grissom is right. A night in a comfortable bed could do you some good." Sean chimed in. She considered the faces all around her: Nick, Warrick, Sean and last but not least, Grissom. She could tell his mind was rolling something around.
"How about a compromise? You take my bed for a few hours, and I'll wake you up when I'm ready to go to sleep. Deal?" he offered. He knew he had no intentions of pulling her from the comfortable bed. But he didn't have to tell her that. Besides, she was injured.she needed it more than he did. Moira agreed to the compromise and headed up the stairs to Grissom's room. Nick waited for the door to close before he questioned his boss.
"You have no intention of reclaiming your bed, do you?" He chuckled when Gil shook his head.
"Those injuries are just going to cause her more pain if she tries to cram herself on my couch." He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind giving up my bed for a few days." Sean knew he liked this guy. Moira didn't have anyone that ever put her needs first. She was always the one to give up things for others. Now, it was clear that was about to change. And it was starting with a small, considerate gesture. "I'll look in on her later. Take her some dinner." Grissom added. Sean smiled inwardly, 'Mr. Brass was right, this guy is a keeper.' Nick decided to give lunch a go and disappeared into the kitchen. Sean resumed his post against the wall by the front door. Grissom went to one of his shelves and pulled one of the many crossword books. He got a pencil and settled on the couch for the long haul. Warrick considered his boss' taste in reading. He saw a few things he wouldn't mind checking out.
"Gris, may I?" he felt he needed permission to touch anything in this house. Gil nodded when he pointed at the book. Warrick pulled the texts and sat on one of the chairs. Grissom was finding it difficult to concentrate. His thoughts kept straying to the woman resting upstairs. The woman, who despite the tough exterior she exuded, had a wounded and gentle soul. Warrick looked up when he heard the frustrated sigh.
"You ok, Grissom?" he asked his boss.
"Hmmmmm?"
"Robbins said she'd be OK," he clarified. Grissom's eyes snapped up to meet his. Warrick couldn't help but laugh at the surprise he saw there. "Come on, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that you care about her. It's only fitting. She's about as easy to get to know as you are." He teased him. Sean was used to people forgetting he was there. It was part of the business. He became part of the furniture, and they carried on conversations around him. He never really noticed - or cared - about what they talked about. Until now.
"It's not over," Grissom said, ominously. "Moira almost died, and the worst is still to come. And God help me, Warrick, I don't know what to do." Warrick had never seen his boss this scared about anything. And his fears were justified. He shrugged - trying to play this down.
"Yeah, Gris. But she was doing this alone before. Now that we're here." The older CSI appreciated what he was trying to do. But he was not a fool. They would help as much as they could. But when it came down to it. This would be between Moira and Tamatsura. And she would indeed be alone. Sean could see that Mr. Grissom knew exactly what the score was. And how the game was going to play out. And his respect for the man increased exponentially.
"Thank you." Grissom got up from the couch and headed for the kitchen. For a moment, Warrick thought he had said something wrong. Sean put his fears at ease.
"It isn't you, Mr. Brown. I'm sure they appreciate all of you being here. But when it comes down to it, this will be between Moira and Tamatsura. And there will be nothing we can do to help. Victor will see to that." Sean explained. The CSI shivered at the coldness and surety in the big Irishman's voice.
"Soup's on!" Nick called out from the kitchen. Warrick decided to let things be, for now. He got up to join his friends for lunch.
GRISSOM'S HOUSE - 5 HOURS LATER
Sean drew his weapon before he checked to see who was knocking. Seeing Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders, he replaced it and disarmed Moira's trap on the door. He only opened it wide enough to allow them to enter - no further. Both came in carrying paper bags.
"We come bearing dinner!" Greg announced to the occupants. Grissom had been in the kitchen and hearing the young man's voice, he came into the living room cautiously. He wasn't sure that Greg wanted to even speak to him. Nick came forward in a hurry to take the bag. Greg snatched it back and cradled his in his good arm. "Uh-Uh! This one is for Moira. Yours is in Sara's bag." He looked up to see his boss leaning against the wall. "Hey, Grissom." He gave the CSI boss a genuine smile, trying to convey that he didn't have any hard feelings about getting shot.
"How are you, Greg?" There were times in the past, that he found this kid genuinely exasperating. The gentle kindness in the young man's eyes was something he wasn't sure he knew how to deal with. The fact that Greg was willing to come here was reason enough for him to try.
"I'm good. No worries." He held up his casted arm that rested snugly in its sling. "Eight weeks and I'll be good as new." He passed the bag over to Grissom. "It's Thai food, for Moira. Kind of a thank you for saving my butt. Brass said those are her favorites. There's some Sweet & Sour Chicken in there for you too." He gave the kid a smile of admiration. This was an extremely thoughtful gesture.
"Thank you," he held up the sack, but Greg knew it wasn't just for the food. He didn't want his boss to feel guilty for his getting shot. He couldn't help the contract that had been placed on his life. And he wanted the man to know he didn't blame him. They all returned to the kitchen and Warrick and Grissom began getting down plates and silverware. Grissom got a tray down and began placing the contents of the sack Greg had given him on it.
"You guys rock. I don't know if I could have endured another 'Nick Stokes' specialty meal." Warrick chided his friend, and he got the desired result.
"Hey!"
"It was interesting, Nicky." Grissom replied, getting into the teasing. "What was that supposed to be again?" The corners of his mouth quirked in an almost smile.
"It was SUPPOSED to be 5 bean soup.but you only had 3 beans." Nick replied defensively. Sean watched Grissom pull silverware out of the drawer.
"She likes to use chopsticks," he informed him. The older man flashed him a grateful smile. "And tea - green, if you have it." Grissom wasn't sure why the big Irishman was helping him, but he wasn't going to question it. It took him a few minutes and he had everything ready to take upstairs.
"If you'll excuse me while I take this up to Moira." He told everyone before he disappeared upstairs.
"How's he doin'?" Sara asked quietly, as they all sat down. Warrick just shook his head.
"He's scared - not for him, for Moira. This one was bad, he says the next one is gonna be worse." He told his friends. Nick and Sara both shuddered, having seen exactly how bad this had been.
"Sean, is Moira going to be able to pull this off?" Nick asked. Sean watched as all eyes came to fall on him, awaiting his answer.
"Yes," he replied - not missing a beat. "She'll get the job done. Tamatsura won't be able to come after Mr. Grissom anymore. If you're asking me if she'll be here to enjoy the fruits of her efforts, I honestly can't answer that." He figured these people deserved his complete honesty. They would, after all, be the ones helping Mr. Brass and Mr. Grissom through this if she were killed.
GRISSOM'S BEDROOM
Moira's eyes snapped open when she heard the soft knocking on the door. A quick glance at the bedside clock told her she had been asleep for roughly five hours.
"Come in." She smiled when Grissom entered. "Ready to claim your bed?" That was their deal, but he just shook his head.
"No, Greg brought dinner. Says it's a thank you for saving his life. Thai Food: Tom-Yum Soup, Chicken Fried Rice - extra spicy and Sour Papaya Salad." He read off the order from the slip. "Thought you might be hungry." He set the tray on the stand and sat down on the other side of the bed. He turned to grab the tray and set it between them. "I made some tea, but if you want something else." he started to get up, but Moira grabbed his hand.
"No, tea is perfect. Join me, please?" She really didn't want to eat alone. He cursed himself for leaving his dinner on the counter downstairs. He was about to tell her as much when there was a soft knock on the door. He opened it to find Sean handing him his dinner and a bottle of water.
"Thank you, Sean." He turned to hold the carton up, "I left my dinner downstairs." He returned to the other side of the bed. "How are you feeling?" He braved as she began to dig in to her meal. He marveled at her ability to maneuver a pair of chopsticks. He never was able to use the things.
"Sore, but rested. Thank you." She replied before taking another bite. They ate in silence for a few minutes. "Gil?" She was a bit nervous about approaching this conversation. But she wanted to have it, in case she didn't get a chance to later.
"Hmmmm?"
"I'm sorry for scaring you." Her soft voice was like a balm to his nerves. "It's just all so new." They both knew she was referring to their feelings - not the work. Grissom let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding.
"It's alright. It's going to get worse, before it gets better. Isn't it?" She had been honest with him from the beginning; she wasn't about to start lying to him now. He gave a nervous gulp when she nodded her head. "I thought so. I don't know how to do this, Moira. I don't know to come to terms with my desire to live, and my caring for you. Every fiber of my being is saying protect you - but I'm not foolish enough to think I can survive this without your help. What do I do?" She dropped her chopsticks back into the carton she was holding and trailed the fingers of her free hand the length of his jaw.
"I don't know, Gil. I don't have any answers - at least not about us. It's been years since I even wanted to get to know someone." She mumbled through her embarrassment. Grissom thought it was beautiful.
"This isn't just an assignment - or a favor to Jim - anymore, is it?" his heart soared when she shook her head.
"I can only promise one day at a time. But what about you? Are you really ready to get involved with someone who has an expiration date?" His breath caught in his throat when she removed his glasses. "There.Gil Grissom, you deserve so much more than this battle hardened, extremely angry young woman."
"That's all any of us can promise." He paused to collect his thoughts.
**I have been hiding from people my entire life, Moira.** he signed to her. **I feel like I've been hiding for so long - even from myself - that I've lost the man I really am. ** It felt oddly liberating telling her this. She leaned over and brushed her lips across his in a chaste kiss. Pulling back reluctantly, she grinned.
"For the record, the man that I see, I adore," she whispered, and laughed softly when he blushed. He cast a nervous glance down at his lap, feeling the electricity between them rise even further. She put a finger under his chin, lifting so that his eyes would meet hers. "If I survive this, what do you say we take time to find each other?" She offered. Moira wanted this more than she wanted anything in a long time. The emotions in his beautiful eyes were saying the words he couldn't say.
"I.I'd like that.more than you can imagine." He smiled shyly. She reached out and placed her palm flat against his cheek. She smiled when he pressed into her hand.
"You have the most expressive eyes," she chuckled when he flushed at the compliment. He was so different than her Colm. Sure, she recognized the similarities: age, demeanor (when she could get Gil to talk). Colm didn't have Gil's shyness, or his gentle spirit. And she felt herself falling hard for the gentleman in front of her. In a sudden bout of shyness herself, she picked up the chopsticks, and began eating again. She offered him half of the sour papaya salad and laughed when he made a 'yuck' face at her. "Come on, don't be a baby," she teased. "Just try a bite, you'll be surprised." When he still shook his head she pouted at him, and played her trump card. "Please? For me?" With a resigned sigh, he speared a large bite on his fork, and put it in his mouth, positive he would regret it. She watched him with a sly smile, waiting for his response. Grissom didn't know what was in it, but he liked it, quite a bit.
"All right, I concede the point," he admitted with a shy smile, and laughed when she thrust her arm in the air in victory. They finished the meal in companionable silence, both just content to bask in the other's company. He cleared the tray away, setting it on the dresser as she settled back into the pillows. "I should let you get some more rest," he said softly, not really wanting to leave. He watched Moira seem to roll something over in her mind, and turned toward the dresser to grab the tray and leave.
"Stay with me," his eyes widened slightly in surprise when he heard her soft plea. He turned around to face her again, meeting her gaze to see if he had heard her correctly. He nodded when she smiled at him. He returned to the bedside, and sat down next to her. Toeing off his shoes, he felt her light hand on his shoulder, guiding him to lie down. It was an unspoken command that he gladly followed. When he got settled on his back, she nestled into his good side, laying her head on his shoulder. For the first time in his life, Gil Grissom felt as if he had come home. Wrapping his arms around her, he allowed sleep to claim him.
SHERIFF'S OFFICE - 5 HRS LATER
Moira was in the passenger seat while Sean drove. Grissom looked at her intently as the large Irishman parked the SUV and turned off the engine.
"Are you ready for this?" She asked him. He shook his head regretfully.
"No, but it has to be done. And I need answers from Brian." He admitted, sharing a difficult truth with her.
"Well, that's it then, let's go," she said, giving him a reassuring smile. Getting out of the SUV, Moira leaned heavily on the cane Jimmy had provided. The rest had helped immensely, but she was in a great deal of pain. Every step on her injured leg was agony. Sean guarded over the pair of them as they made their way inside. Getting to the Sheriff's office, the secretary moved to stop them from walking by her, but was silenced by one look from Moira. They stepped into the office and Sean closed the door behind them, standing sentinel over the door, allowing M to get the answers Mr. Grissom so desperately needed.
The sheriff looked up from his desk, his brow furrowed at the sudden appearance of Gil Grissom and his bodyguard.
"If you want a word with me." he began, but Moira cut him off.
"We'll talk now." She finished, her tone of voice brooking no argument. She looked to Grissom, letting him know it was time for him to ask his questions. Gil's face darkened as he turned to the sheriff.
"Brian, you bugged my phone. Why?" he asked simply. Straight and to the point. Moira noticed the sheriff curse under his breath. So, he wasn't aware they had discovered his hand in this yet.
"Gil."
"Why?!" Grissom asked louder. She smirked when the other man looked at her, the fear clear in his eyes. Apparently he knew of her, and what she was capable of.
"Answer him," she growled dangerously.
"You have to understand, we didn't know. I had no way of knowing that Michael Lee would react like this," he explained in a shaky tone. The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place for Moira, and she saw red.
"You son of a bitch." she said, and the sheriff gave an audible whimper in fear. He reached for the phone on his desk in reflex, but jumped away when it shattered and flew off of his desk. He looked up at Moira, and found himself looking down the barrel of her gun. Grissom was lost at her sudden flash of anger, and places a gentle hand on her shoulder, an unspoken request for answers to what was going on. Without taking her eyes off the sheriff, or lowering her gun, she explained. "He used you as bait. To lure out Michael Lee." Allowing her fury to over rule the protestations of her injured body, she took two steps forward, and slammed her gun into the side of Brian's head. He crumpled to the floor and curled in a fetal position. Grabbing him by his tie, she pulled him up and slammed her fist into his nose with a sickening crunch. "You stupid bastard! If you had done your homework, you would know Michael Lee's arrest would have done nothing for your career! He's an ex-Tong hunted by his own people! The real power lies in his brother in law." She growled and brought her gun down again, splitting the skin at his eyebrow. "You brought the wrath of the Yakuza down on a scientist, an innocent, simply to further your career!" Grissom, oddly enough, knew he had to stop Moira. Not because he gave a damn about Brian, but he didn't want to lose her to the fury welling up inside of her. She became oddly still, and when the sheriff gathered what was left of his courage, he saw his own death in her eyes, and lost control of his bladder. She pressed the barrel of her gun to the skin between his eyes, and he whimpered. "You sold out your own, people you had a responsibility to protect, for personal gain. Give me one reason I should allow you to continue breathing," she demanded. Even as furious as she was, Grissom's soft voice cut through to her as easily as a hot knife through butter.
"Moira," when she didn't look at him, he called her again. She turned her head slightly, still not moving her gun. Grissom pointed to a picture on Brian's desk. It was a photo of the sheriff and his wife, and their two young children. She closed her eyes briefly, as if in agony, and Grissom knew he had gotten through to her in time. Pulling her gun back, she reholstered it and glared at Brian, her green eyes still sparkling in anger.
"Leave town. You're done here. Resign, or don't, I don't care. For the sake of your children, you get to live for today. I'll be back in one week. If you're still here, I assure you even they won't be enough to save you. Am I clear?" It wasn't really a question.
"C-crystal," came the fearful reply. She stepped closer to Grissom and turned back to face the prone form of the man she nearly killed. She felt his soothing touch between her shoulder blades and allowed her muscles to begin to uncoil.
"Ironic isn't it? You have your victim to thank for your life." She pointed out to the man she despised. "Brian, I meant what I said. And know that I live my life in stealth. So no matter what backup you call in, I will always be able to get to you. Save yourself the agony and just follow orders." She ordered. He gave her a barely perceptible nod. She turned to face Grissom. "You get the answers you needed," he nodded and she gave him a relieved smile. "Come on, let's get you home." Slowly, they made their way out of the sheriff's office. Sean followed them silently out to the SUV. Once they got in, he waited until the vehicle was moving before asking.
"How did it go?" sensing the tension still coursing through M. He wasn't really surprised when his answer came from the back seat.
"Brian apparently set me up. He wanted to use me to get to Michael Lee, not realizing there was a much more dangerous man behind him." Grissom explained, feeling oddly calm. He knew he should be furious, and a little frightened at Moira's display of force in there. But oddly enough, he wasn't. He didn't see the point.
"Gobshite," Sean growled, cursing the foolish sheriff. "Fool stirred up more than a hornet's nest."
"Don't worry about the sheriff," Moira said, finally trusting her voice now that she was calming down. "He'll be leaving town shortly," she said. Sean just nodded, knowing the sheriff's hasty departure had been at M's insistence. What he found interesting was normally, she didn't allow these types of men to live. He noted with some amusement that Gil Grissom must have more influence over his boss than he had originally thought.
GRISSOM'S HOUSE
Moira had been worried about Grissom the entire ride back to the house. Until now, there had been an understandable edge in his stance that she had always been able to pick up on. Now, it was gone, and she didn't know whether to be relieved, or frightened. When Sean closed the door behind them, and re-engaged the traps, Grissom stepped behind her and helped her take of her jacket. As if sensing her worry over him, he put both hands on her shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze.
"You want to talk," it wasn't a question, more like a statement of fact. With his help, she got up the stairs, her injured body protesting every step. They went into his bedroom, leaving Sean downstairs as their first line of defense. She sat down on the bed to rest, and looked up to see the concern radiating in his blue eyes. Captivated by his gaze momentarily, she admitted ruefully to herself that this must be what a snake must feel like, being hypnotized by its master. Worried at her silence, Grissom took a knee in front of her. "How are you feeling?" He asked, cupping her cheek in his hand. "I don't imagine that action in Brian's office helped."
"No, it didn't. But I meant what I said. If he's there when I go back, he's mine. And not even you will be able to save him." She said intensely. Grissom leaned back on his heels and signed to her.
**I know you did. And I don't care what happens to Brian. As far as I'm concerned he brought it on himself. I intervened because I was scared. You were so lost in your anger, and I didn't know if I could get you back.** She was touched by his statement, and leaned forward. Slowly, she pressed her lips to his, moving them back and forth across his lips until he responded. He felt her tongue tease at his bottom lip and opened for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Grissom felt as if his blood were on fire, and moaned into her mouth. He pushed himself up on and angle, not trusting his shaky legs to bear his weight. Without breaking contact, he placed a knee on the bed, guiding Moira down onto her back, gently. Settling next to her, they broke the kiss when oxygen became a necessity.
"It's always the quiet ones that take your breath away," she teased him, and was pleased when he blushed at the compliment. It took several minutes for Grissom to reconnect the pathways in his brain. Once he could remember who he was, and where he was, he decided to try and find his voice again. Looking down into her beautiful face, he trailed his fingers down her cheek. "You have access to a part of me I keep hidden from everyone. You'll never lose me like that." She told him, capturing his hand in hers. She pressed his palm to her heart. "Because I hear you..here." Words failing him, he leaned onto his side, and drew her hand to his chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath her hand. "Is that me?" she asked, needing to hear it from him. Since the first kiss they shared in his office over a day ago, doubts about his feelings toward her plagued her mind. But feeling his heart racing, and knowing she had caused it. That was different.
"It is," he said simply, but she read what he couldn't say in his blue eyes.
"I could drown in your eyes," she practically moaned, when his body rolled to half cover her. When she went to draw his head down to her, he pulled back slightly.
"As much as I want to do this, we can't. You're hurt," he reminded her gently. His body was railing against his words, but he clamped down on it with an iron will. He'd choke on his lust before he hurt her anymore. She smiled, undoing the top few buttons on his shirt.
"I don't feel anything but you," she admitted, opening the next two buttons. She could see he was hanging on by a thread, and needed one final push. Finally getting his shirt open, she ran her hands over his smooth chest. "I'll be fine, though you may have to do all of the work." She added with a wry smile. She sat up slowly, and lifted her shirt over her head. He nearly got tears in his eyes seeing the large white bandage wrapped around her forearm. He closed his eyes, trying to push away the image of his own hand pulling the large knife from her arm. Grissom felt his shirt tails being pulled from his slacks, and pushed off his shoulders. He opened his eyes to meet her gaze. The trust and love he saw there was almost staggering. Moira reached up a hand, trailing her fingers lovingly through the hair at his temples. "I know you won't hurt me. I trust you," she whispered, and she saw the last thread he had been holding onto, snap. She nearly gasped when his pupils dilated in arousal. The blue she loved so much nearly disappearing. Grissom reached a shaky hand toward the front closure of her bra, and paused to clench his fingers, trying to stop the tremors. Moira grabbed his clenched fist and gently opened his hand, placing a kiss on his palm. She brought his hand to the closure, and slid hers up his arm as he released her.
"What have you done to me?" he whispered, worshipping her with his gaze.
"Help me lay back," she responded with an enigmatic smile. Grissom wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the bed entirely. He knew it was foolish to hold her as if she were made of glass, she was probably the toughest - most dangerous person he knew. Moira, for her part, loved it. And loved him more for treating her so delicately. For a few hours, she didn't have to be the tough one. It made her feel.feminine, and cared for. Pulling back the duvet with one hand, he settled her gently in the center, her head resting on the pillows. With each reassuring touch, his movements became more confidant. By the time he reached for the snap on her pants, his hand was no longer trembling. Worming his fingers under the waistband, he drew her panties down along with her pants. Pausing to carefully work the garments past her injured leg, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt knowing she got these injuries protecting him. Those thoughts were wiped clear of his mind by the beauty lying on his bed.
"So beautiful," he whispered in awe. She snorted in amusement.
"Gil, from the neck down my body is marred by too many damned scars. It's a vision of a patchwork quilt." She admitted, self-depricatingly. He shook his head adamantly.
"No. See, I'm looking from here," he held his hand over his heart, echoing her earlier sentiment. He smiled, surprised at the depth of caring he felt for this woman. When he saw the tears well up in her eyes, he didn't worry. His confession had touched her. He shook his head, amazed at his incredible luck. That this amazing woman chose him to allow into her heart. Without taking his eyes off of her, his own hands went to his belt, and he quickly shed the rest of his clothes. He couldn't help the shiver that ran up his spine under the heat of her gaze. When he got close to the bed, she opened her arms and he settled in, puling the sheet over them. He was surprised by his own body's reaction to Moira Kelly. He had been with four women in his life, and normally needed time to prepare. He was ready for her body and soul. Reaching down gently, he shifted her injured leg open, and looked up at her questioningly. She just grabbed his shoulders and drew him on top of her. Wrapping both arms around his neck, she drew his head down, moaning loudly when he gave into her demand and his passion. After several minutes, he pulled his head back slightly, needed to look in her eyes. He felt his heart skip a beat at the glazed intensity he saw there. She looked as if she wanted to devour him. Holding her gaze, he reached down and placed his tip at her opening.
"Now," she demanded in a husky voice. He pushed forward with his hips, slowly; both of them groaning at the fire that flared in them at their joining. He started to move in long, luxurious strokes, losing himself in the woman below him. For several minutes neither of them blinked. It was as if they were looking into each other's souls, trying to learn everything. "Yessssssss.." She moaned, wrapping her good leg around his hip. "Right there." she arched her back in bliss when he hit a particularly delicious spot. Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, he reached a hand between them and circled her nubbin with his thumb. Their harsh breathing and breathy cries sounded out through the room. Grissom bent his head and thrust his tongue past her lips in an imitation of the motions of their lower bodies. "Gil.." She whimpered, feeling her muscles begin to flutter around him.
"Let go," he rasped in her ear. "Come with me," he added tightly. Moira gasped hard, her back arching almost hard enough to throw him off the bed. She clutched at his slick shoulders hard enough to bruise. Grissom felt her inner muscles clamp down on him so hard, he nearly blacked out. Barely catching his weight on his elbows in time, his release seemed to go on forever. He hung his head, trying to catch his breath, groaning softly as the aftershocks continued to run through him. When he felt her running her fingers through his damp hair, he lifted his head and gave her a loving smile. "Wow," he whispered, leaning up to give her a long, lingering kiss. He couldn't help the stupid, satisfied grin that crossed his handsome face when she laughed softly.
"The resident genius is at a loss for words," she teased, but he didn't mind. He could see the contentment in her eyes, and knew he had put it there. Even now, she was so different than the hard, angry woman that had arrived weeks ago. He pulled out and rolled onto his back feeling deliciously sated. Without even thinking about it, he gathered her into his arms, smiled when he felt her lay her head on his shoulder. She started to say something, but he softly cut her off.
"Go to sleep, Moira." He told her.
"Yes, dear." She replied. They both laughed at her statement. They both knew who was the boss here, but to her credit, she let him have his moment. It just proved to Grissom once more that she had a giving spirit. They both gave happy sighs before allowing themselves to drop off to sleep. Neither Grissom nor Moira was stupid enough to forget about the danger that awaited them in the outside world. But for a few hours, they were willing to pretend, and just be in the moment.
CSI LAB - FOLLOWING NIGHT
Grissom made his way into the building with a very alert Moira at his elbow, and Sean's large frame behind them. He looked down the hall and saw Catherine talking with Greg and Nick, but turned when he heard Moira laugh. At the other end of the hall, was Conrad Ecklie, and the color had drained from his face at the sight of the woman next to him.
"Be nice," he chided her, but the corners of his mouth pulled up into a grin.
"I am," she responded, innocently. "He's still breathing," she blew Ecklie a kiss and had to bite back a laugh when the annoying man jumped, and hurried to find an alternative route out of the building. Nick and Catherine walked up to the pair, Nick was wearing a cheshire cat grin.
"He's been doing that for the last hour. It's a neat trick. The color drains from his face and he practically runs every time he sees one of us," He laughed. "Have I mentioned how much I love having you here?" he asked Moira. While Nick was oblivious to the change in Grissom and Moira, Catherine could practically read it in her old friend's face.
"Grissom, can I have a word?" She watched, slightly amused when he turned to look at Moira, and with a slight nod, he motioned toward his office, seemingly unaware that Sean was following them. He closed the door, leaving the large Irishman right outside the office.
"What's on your mind, Catherine?" he asked, taking a seat behind his desk. He shuffled a few of the papers on his desk, waiting for her to collect her thoughts.
"So that's it then, you belong to her?" she asked, and smiled when his eyes shot up to meet hers. She arched an eyebrow at the surprise on his face. "Come on, Grissom. We've known each other how long? You're absolutely glowing in the face of looming danger. I know a case didn't put that sparkle back in your eye. My money would be on the woman out in the hall being the culprit. So give, do you belong to her now?" she asked, happy that her friend managed to find this for himself. Thinking her question deserved the truth, Grissom considered everything carefully before answering.
"No, we belong to each other," he answered.
"You love her?" she asked surprised. She had known Grissom over ten years, and it had taken her nearly eight of them to get under his defenses and learn something about this good man. And Moira Kelly had laid claim to his heart in less than ten weeks. She must be a hell of a woman.
"I just want to take things carefully, Catherine. There's a lot you don't know." he sighed and looked up at his old friend. "She lost her husband a two brothers to her work years ago. I don't want to rush her into this."
"It's okay, it's clear she isn't going anywhere. She even broke Ecklie's arm for you," she teased him, trying to lighten his mood. She grinned when he laughed.
"I know, I wish I would have seen it," he admitted.
"It was hillarious. He insulted us, like he always does. And he was ready to come in here and read you the riot act, but Moira wouldn't let him pass." Grissom listened to her tell the story with an intensity she had only seen him use on cases. "He poked her in the chest with his finger. He thought she was a new CSI. Idiot, he didn't even notice the $2000 watch on her wrist, or that the clothes she has would cost one month's salary for us." She smirked. "He poked her a second time, and it all happened so fast. Before I could blink, I heard the bones snap and he was face down on the floor." She laughed, remembering the details in her own mind. "Jim introduced them, said what ever problem he had with you, get over it, or put it in a memo, because Moira wouldn't be so forgiving next time." Grissom laughed loudly at that, picturing everything Catherine had told him. "She's good for you. You're smiling a lot more." She said with a sudden insight. "So I take it you're rethinking you previous stance?"
"Which is?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Not allowing yourself to get too close."
"Regarding cases, no. I still feel that way," he confessed.
"Yes, but just remember, you started off as a case for her," she pointed out, waiting for it to sink in.
"Touche'" he admitted ruefully. They both looked up when they heard a knock at the door. Nick was standing in the doorway.
"Brass just called, we got bodies," he watched carefully as the older CSI's got up and headed towards him at the door. "Gris..you got your kevlar?" he asked, a bit uncomfortable. But Moira had insisted that if they wanted to help her, nothing was ever to be forgotten regarding their boss. Grissom, touched by the young man's concern, opened the top button of his shirt, revealing the vest underneath. Making their way out to the hall, Catherine hurried along, and touched Moira at the elbow to get her attention. She wanted to say something to the Irishwoman before the men got there.
"Thank you," Catherine said, sincerely.
"For what?" she asked, curious as to what she did now.
"For him," she looked back down the hall to Grissom. "For giving him something to fight for. I was worried about him for awhile," she said. "He's like a different man. He has more life in him." Moira was a bit taken aback by the smaller woman's candor.
"Ah, you're welcome. But you do know that there is still one very dangerous, significant hurdle still to face?" she asked, reminding the CSI of Victor Tamatsura's impending arrival.
"I know. I won't lie, and say all of this doesn't scare me. But you know we're all here for him," she began but quickly ammended her statement. "For both of you if you need us."
"Thank you for that, Catherine." She managed to get in, before Grissom and Nick joined them followed by Warrick and Sara.
"How are you feeling?" Warrick asked, remembering what Nick had told him about the woman's injuries.
Good, thank you," she answered honestly. Truthfully, her body still ached and throbbed and she felt every injury acutely. But the lightness of her spirit over ruled the injuries, and put a spring in her step that had not been there before. Her eyes fell on the cause of that lightness.
** I take it we have their blessing? ** she signed to him, with a smile.
** It would seem so, ** he signed back. Moira felt honored to not only be a part of this man's life, but to be accepted so easily by the people that cared for him was truly mind boggling. She was no longer 'the bodyguard,' but had become a friend. Someone they wanted to include. The group made their way out to the SUV's, Grissom and Catherine getting into Moira's heavily protected vehicle. Grissom leaned up and passed the address to Sean, and the large man programmed it into the GPS. They pulled out of the parking lot, leading the way to the first case of the night.
Authors note: Apologies that this one is shorter than the others. But in the time that is passed, I made some changes to my original plan for this story. Don't worry, I think all of you should like it.
Chapter: 4/?
Author: Brutal Howell E-Mail: Brutal_Howell@hotmail.com Category: Drama/Romance/Angst/General Pairing: Grissom/Original Character Summary: Grissom gets to confront Brian and the CSI's come through for their boss and friend. Grissom and Moira reveal the secrets they have been withholding - but only to each other. Spoilers: Chapters 1-3 of this story. Feedback: In the immortal words of Doctor Sam Beckett, "Give it to me, baby!" Good or bad.no matter. Disclaimer: See Ch 1. Author's Notes: Glad to see people are liking it so far. Again, I need at least 4 reviews to release Chapter 5 from my custody. And again, words appearing between (**) are things Moira and Grissom are signing to each other. Now that the CSI's have a better idea what is happening to Gris, Look for them to have a bigger part in this. I've always believed that Jim Brass is an underused character, so he will have more to do too. But lets be honest folks.this is Grissom and Moira's story. If this story goes as well as I hope - I may continue it in other stories. I still have a lot of homework, carrying a double load on classes. So be patient with me.
For Honor and Glory
By
Brutal Howell
QUEEN TO KING 5..CHECK!
It took Robbins an additional two hours to suture all of Moira's wounds. Sara and Catherine threw the men out of the autopsy bay and got her dressed in some of Grissom's sweats. Brass paced the halls with Grissom. Sean stood like a sentry over the whole scene.
"Sean, are things always like this for you two? Is this normal?" The CSI vaguely wondered what he was getting himself into. The tall Irishman snorted.
"Anytime Victor Tamatsura is involved, NOTHING is normal." That didn't seem to be the response Grissom was looking for. "Mr. Grissom, this isn't just about your battle anymore. M and Mr. Brass have their own history with him. You being targeted is forcing her to take risks she normally wouldn't. This is the type of result you can expect when you take risks in this business." He noticed Gil retreating into himself. Brass recognized the inner battle his friend was going through.
"Gil, we're playing by a different set of rules with Tamatsura. These risks Sean was talking about.they are completely necessary." He noticed Grissom was still hesitant about talking in front of Sean. "Sean, could you go see how much longer the ladies are going to be?" He asked the big man. Sean knocked on the autopsy bay door before going in. "Don't leave her hanging here, she wouldn't leave you." Brass confronted his friend. The direct approach always worked better for them. For some reason, Gil found himself getting defensive.
"Jim, you don't understand. I'm dealing with." Brass cut him off.
"Your hearing. Yeah, I know." Grissom was taken aback. That wasn't what he was going to say, and he thought he had been doing a good job at hiding it. "I might not sign like M does, but I can tell when a man is working hard to read lips. And even harder at keeping it from his friends." He paused when he saw his friend trying to regain some of his famous composure. "Is it the same thing your mom had?" he asked gently. Gil nodded. Brass placed a hand on his shoulder. "Gil, I know you're dealing with a lot. And martyr that you are," he teased, "You want to try and shoulder everything yourself. You have a lot of friends here, you really should let us in sometimes. These kids would do anything for you, you know that." He did. And he knew he was blessed with the friends he had. "Just don't close yourself off from us, OK? Especially my cousin." Grissom blushed and Jim laughed. "She's crazy about you, you know." Brass was shocked when Grissom's eyes widened in surprise. "You didn't know?" He could feel the tension of a migraine beginning behind his eyes.
"Jim, I've never felt like this. I don't know what to make of it. I saw her laying there, covered head to toe - all that blood.I've never been so scared of losing something in my life. Not even my hearing." Now it was Jim's turn to be surprised. Was he saying what Brass thought he was? "I know I haven't known her very long.but I can't imagine my future without her in it." Grissom sighed, in for a penny.in for a pound. The doors opened before Brass could respond.
"I'm going to go get the truck. Mr. Grissom, M's awake. She wants to talk to you and Mr. Brass." Sean smiled as both men practically ran into the autopsy bay. Jim immediately went to her side. Grissom pulled up short and looked at her lying on that Autopsy Table. A shudder went through him, thinking of what could have happened tonight. Moira hugged her cousin, but never took her eyes off of Grissom.
**You scared me** he signed. Catherine, Jim and Sara helped her get up from the table. She stood on shaky legs and started to limp over toward the CSI boss.
**I know, I'm sorry. But I had to make sure the job was done. They couldn't be around to hurt you, later** she signed back to him. She stopped about five steps in front of him, waiting for him to make the choice. She knew this night had been rough on him. And they would only get worse until Tamatsura was dead. She was giving him the chance to walk away. Jim crossed his fingers - what Moira was doing was immensely brave. He silently prayed his friend would do the right thing. Sara and Catherine didn't have a clue as to what was going on. But they recognized it as something important. Moira and Grissom stood at an impasse for at least a minute before either one moved. This decision was life altering - and Gil Grissom wasn't about to let this amazing woman get away from him without a fight. He closed the distance between them and stopped right in front of her.
"You aren't going to get rid of me that easy." He told her as he opened his arms. She stepped into his embrace and wrapped her arms around his waist. He held her, trying to be mindful of her injuries.
"Sean is going to drive you both back to Grissom's house." Catherine informed them. "I already sent Nick and Warrick on ahead. Greg and Sara will relieve them in a couple of hours. And Jim and I will be there a few hours after that." She had this all worked out. Moira would run things regarding Grissom's protection, but she had to see how important she had become to him. Besides, they had to convince her that her and Sean didn't have to do all the work by themselves.
"I have to." Moira began. The tiny CSI cut her off.
"I talked to Robbins.we both know you're not going to give yourself the recovery time you need. So we want two days. No hunting dangerous men for two days. You need the rest, Moira. We can look after our own for two days. Then he's all yours." She smiled up at Grissom. The bodyguard looked at Gil.
"Is she always this demanding?" she asked him. She smiled when he nodded. She looked at Brass and he nodded too. She had a feeling this woman meant business. Gil would have a crowd of people around him while she took it easy. Two days seemed fair enough. She leaned into Grissom as he wrapped his arms around her. "All right, Catherine. You got your two days." The CSI hadn't expected her to give in so easily.
"Oh, good. Then that's settled, you guys can get going." She started maneuvering Moira and Grissom toward the door. The Irish woman was still limping on her injured leg. She stopped and looked at Brass standing in the back of the room.
"Jimmy, can you give me a little help here." She asked her cousin. She knew he wanted her to be happy, but he was afraid it might be at the cost of their own relationship. And that was something she didn't want to happen. She looked at Gil and they shared a smile. 'Good, he understood,' she thought. She put one arm around Brass' shoulders and smiled when she felt Grissom grab her hand on the other side.
"I thought you didn't need me," he was playing. But Moira Kelly knew her cousin well enough to know that there was also a hint of truth to his statement. She kissed his cheek.
"I always need you, Jimmy." When he heard this, Jim stood a bit taller, and felt a lot stronger. Despite the fact that Victor Tamatsura was still out there, Gil Grissom considered himself a blessed man. He had no idea why Moira Kelly would have the slightest interest in him. But there was no way he was going to ruin the chance he was being given.
GIL GRISSOM'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON
It had taken some considerable arm-twisting on everyone's part to get Moira to rest. And she immediately balked when Grissom suggested she take his room.
"M, Mr. Grissom is right. A night in a comfortable bed could do you some good." Sean chimed in. She considered the faces all around her: Nick, Warrick, Sean and last but not least, Grissom. She could tell his mind was rolling something around.
"How about a compromise? You take my bed for a few hours, and I'll wake you up when I'm ready to go to sleep. Deal?" he offered. He knew he had no intentions of pulling her from the comfortable bed. But he didn't have to tell her that. Besides, she was injured.she needed it more than he did. Moira agreed to the compromise and headed up the stairs to Grissom's room. Nick waited for the door to close before he questioned his boss.
"You have no intention of reclaiming your bed, do you?" He chuckled when Gil shook his head.
"Those injuries are just going to cause her more pain if she tries to cram herself on my couch." He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind giving up my bed for a few days." Sean knew he liked this guy. Moira didn't have anyone that ever put her needs first. She was always the one to give up things for others. Now, it was clear that was about to change. And it was starting with a small, considerate gesture. "I'll look in on her later. Take her some dinner." Grissom added. Sean smiled inwardly, 'Mr. Brass was right, this guy is a keeper.' Nick decided to give lunch a go and disappeared into the kitchen. Sean resumed his post against the wall by the front door. Grissom went to one of his shelves and pulled one of the many crossword books. He got a pencil and settled on the couch for the long haul. Warrick considered his boss' taste in reading. He saw a few things he wouldn't mind checking out.
"Gris, may I?" he felt he needed permission to touch anything in this house. Gil nodded when he pointed at the book. Warrick pulled the texts and sat on one of the chairs. Grissom was finding it difficult to concentrate. His thoughts kept straying to the woman resting upstairs. The woman, who despite the tough exterior she exuded, had a wounded and gentle soul. Warrick looked up when he heard the frustrated sigh.
"You ok, Grissom?" he asked his boss.
"Hmmmmm?"
"Robbins said she'd be OK," he clarified. Grissom's eyes snapped up to meet his. Warrick couldn't help but laugh at the surprise he saw there. "Come on, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that you care about her. It's only fitting. She's about as easy to get to know as you are." He teased him. Sean was used to people forgetting he was there. It was part of the business. He became part of the furniture, and they carried on conversations around him. He never really noticed - or cared - about what they talked about. Until now.
"It's not over," Grissom said, ominously. "Moira almost died, and the worst is still to come. And God help me, Warrick, I don't know what to do." Warrick had never seen his boss this scared about anything. And his fears were justified. He shrugged - trying to play this down.
"Yeah, Gris. But she was doing this alone before. Now that we're here." The older CSI appreciated what he was trying to do. But he was not a fool. They would help as much as they could. But when it came down to it. This would be between Moira and Tamatsura. And she would indeed be alone. Sean could see that Mr. Grissom knew exactly what the score was. And how the game was going to play out. And his respect for the man increased exponentially.
"Thank you." Grissom got up from the couch and headed for the kitchen. For a moment, Warrick thought he had said something wrong. Sean put his fears at ease.
"It isn't you, Mr. Brown. I'm sure they appreciate all of you being here. But when it comes down to it, this will be between Moira and Tamatsura. And there will be nothing we can do to help. Victor will see to that." Sean explained. The CSI shivered at the coldness and surety in the big Irishman's voice.
"Soup's on!" Nick called out from the kitchen. Warrick decided to let things be, for now. He got up to join his friends for lunch.
GRISSOM'S HOUSE - 5 HOURS LATER
Sean drew his weapon before he checked to see who was knocking. Seeing Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders, he replaced it and disarmed Moira's trap on the door. He only opened it wide enough to allow them to enter - no further. Both came in carrying paper bags.
"We come bearing dinner!" Greg announced to the occupants. Grissom had been in the kitchen and hearing the young man's voice, he came into the living room cautiously. He wasn't sure that Greg wanted to even speak to him. Nick came forward in a hurry to take the bag. Greg snatched it back and cradled his in his good arm. "Uh-Uh! This one is for Moira. Yours is in Sara's bag." He looked up to see his boss leaning against the wall. "Hey, Grissom." He gave the CSI boss a genuine smile, trying to convey that he didn't have any hard feelings about getting shot.
"How are you, Greg?" There were times in the past, that he found this kid genuinely exasperating. The gentle kindness in the young man's eyes was something he wasn't sure he knew how to deal with. The fact that Greg was willing to come here was reason enough for him to try.
"I'm good. No worries." He held up his casted arm that rested snugly in its sling. "Eight weeks and I'll be good as new." He passed the bag over to Grissom. "It's Thai food, for Moira. Kind of a thank you for saving my butt. Brass said those are her favorites. There's some Sweet & Sour Chicken in there for you too." He gave the kid a smile of admiration. This was an extremely thoughtful gesture.
"Thank you," he held up the sack, but Greg knew it wasn't just for the food. He didn't want his boss to feel guilty for his getting shot. He couldn't help the contract that had been placed on his life. And he wanted the man to know he didn't blame him. They all returned to the kitchen and Warrick and Grissom began getting down plates and silverware. Grissom got a tray down and began placing the contents of the sack Greg had given him on it.
"You guys rock. I don't know if I could have endured another 'Nick Stokes' specialty meal." Warrick chided his friend, and he got the desired result.
"Hey!"
"It was interesting, Nicky." Grissom replied, getting into the teasing. "What was that supposed to be again?" The corners of his mouth quirked in an almost smile.
"It was SUPPOSED to be 5 bean soup.but you only had 3 beans." Nick replied defensively. Sean watched Grissom pull silverware out of the drawer.
"She likes to use chopsticks," he informed him. The older man flashed him a grateful smile. "And tea - green, if you have it." Grissom wasn't sure why the big Irishman was helping him, but he wasn't going to question it. It took him a few minutes and he had everything ready to take upstairs.
"If you'll excuse me while I take this up to Moira." He told everyone before he disappeared upstairs.
"How's he doin'?" Sara asked quietly, as they all sat down. Warrick just shook his head.
"He's scared - not for him, for Moira. This one was bad, he says the next one is gonna be worse." He told his friends. Nick and Sara both shuddered, having seen exactly how bad this had been.
"Sean, is Moira going to be able to pull this off?" Nick asked. Sean watched as all eyes came to fall on him, awaiting his answer.
"Yes," he replied - not missing a beat. "She'll get the job done. Tamatsura won't be able to come after Mr. Grissom anymore. If you're asking me if she'll be here to enjoy the fruits of her efforts, I honestly can't answer that." He figured these people deserved his complete honesty. They would, after all, be the ones helping Mr. Brass and Mr. Grissom through this if she were killed.
GRISSOM'S BEDROOM
Moira's eyes snapped open when she heard the soft knocking on the door. A quick glance at the bedside clock told her she had been asleep for roughly five hours.
"Come in." She smiled when Grissom entered. "Ready to claim your bed?" That was their deal, but he just shook his head.
"No, Greg brought dinner. Says it's a thank you for saving his life. Thai Food: Tom-Yum Soup, Chicken Fried Rice - extra spicy and Sour Papaya Salad." He read off the order from the slip. "Thought you might be hungry." He set the tray on the stand and sat down on the other side of the bed. He turned to grab the tray and set it between them. "I made some tea, but if you want something else." he started to get up, but Moira grabbed his hand.
"No, tea is perfect. Join me, please?" She really didn't want to eat alone. He cursed himself for leaving his dinner on the counter downstairs. He was about to tell her as much when there was a soft knock on the door. He opened it to find Sean handing him his dinner and a bottle of water.
"Thank you, Sean." He turned to hold the carton up, "I left my dinner downstairs." He returned to the other side of the bed. "How are you feeling?" He braved as she began to dig in to her meal. He marveled at her ability to maneuver a pair of chopsticks. He never was able to use the things.
"Sore, but rested. Thank you." She replied before taking another bite. They ate in silence for a few minutes. "Gil?" She was a bit nervous about approaching this conversation. But she wanted to have it, in case she didn't get a chance to later.
"Hmmmm?"
"I'm sorry for scaring you." Her soft voice was like a balm to his nerves. "It's just all so new." They both knew she was referring to their feelings - not the work. Grissom let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding.
"It's alright. It's going to get worse, before it gets better. Isn't it?" She had been honest with him from the beginning; she wasn't about to start lying to him now. He gave a nervous gulp when she nodded her head. "I thought so. I don't know how to do this, Moira. I don't know to come to terms with my desire to live, and my caring for you. Every fiber of my being is saying protect you - but I'm not foolish enough to think I can survive this without your help. What do I do?" She dropped her chopsticks back into the carton she was holding and trailed the fingers of her free hand the length of his jaw.
"I don't know, Gil. I don't have any answers - at least not about us. It's been years since I even wanted to get to know someone." She mumbled through her embarrassment. Grissom thought it was beautiful.
"This isn't just an assignment - or a favor to Jim - anymore, is it?" his heart soared when she shook her head.
"I can only promise one day at a time. But what about you? Are you really ready to get involved with someone who has an expiration date?" His breath caught in his throat when she removed his glasses. "There.Gil Grissom, you deserve so much more than this battle hardened, extremely angry young woman."
"That's all any of us can promise." He paused to collect his thoughts.
**I have been hiding from people my entire life, Moira.** he signed to her. **I feel like I've been hiding for so long - even from myself - that I've lost the man I really am. ** It felt oddly liberating telling her this. She leaned over and brushed her lips across his in a chaste kiss. Pulling back reluctantly, she grinned.
"For the record, the man that I see, I adore," she whispered, and laughed softly when he blushed. He cast a nervous glance down at his lap, feeling the electricity between them rise even further. She put a finger under his chin, lifting so that his eyes would meet hers. "If I survive this, what do you say we take time to find each other?" She offered. Moira wanted this more than she wanted anything in a long time. The emotions in his beautiful eyes were saying the words he couldn't say.
"I.I'd like that.more than you can imagine." He smiled shyly. She reached out and placed her palm flat against his cheek. She smiled when he pressed into her hand.
"You have the most expressive eyes," she chuckled when he flushed at the compliment. He was so different than her Colm. Sure, she recognized the similarities: age, demeanor (when she could get Gil to talk). Colm didn't have Gil's shyness, or his gentle spirit. And she felt herself falling hard for the gentleman in front of her. In a sudden bout of shyness herself, she picked up the chopsticks, and began eating again. She offered him half of the sour papaya salad and laughed when he made a 'yuck' face at her. "Come on, don't be a baby," she teased. "Just try a bite, you'll be surprised." When he still shook his head she pouted at him, and played her trump card. "Please? For me?" With a resigned sigh, he speared a large bite on his fork, and put it in his mouth, positive he would regret it. She watched him with a sly smile, waiting for his response. Grissom didn't know what was in it, but he liked it, quite a bit.
"All right, I concede the point," he admitted with a shy smile, and laughed when she thrust her arm in the air in victory. They finished the meal in companionable silence, both just content to bask in the other's company. He cleared the tray away, setting it on the dresser as she settled back into the pillows. "I should let you get some more rest," he said softly, not really wanting to leave. He watched Moira seem to roll something over in her mind, and turned toward the dresser to grab the tray and leave.
"Stay with me," his eyes widened slightly in surprise when he heard her soft plea. He turned around to face her again, meeting her gaze to see if he had heard her correctly. He nodded when she smiled at him. He returned to the bedside, and sat down next to her. Toeing off his shoes, he felt her light hand on his shoulder, guiding him to lie down. It was an unspoken command that he gladly followed. When he got settled on his back, she nestled into his good side, laying her head on his shoulder. For the first time in his life, Gil Grissom felt as if he had come home. Wrapping his arms around her, he allowed sleep to claim him.
SHERIFF'S OFFICE - 5 HRS LATER
Moira was in the passenger seat while Sean drove. Grissom looked at her intently as the large Irishman parked the SUV and turned off the engine.
"Are you ready for this?" She asked him. He shook his head regretfully.
"No, but it has to be done. And I need answers from Brian." He admitted, sharing a difficult truth with her.
"Well, that's it then, let's go," she said, giving him a reassuring smile. Getting out of the SUV, Moira leaned heavily on the cane Jimmy had provided. The rest had helped immensely, but she was in a great deal of pain. Every step on her injured leg was agony. Sean guarded over the pair of them as they made their way inside. Getting to the Sheriff's office, the secretary moved to stop them from walking by her, but was silenced by one look from Moira. They stepped into the office and Sean closed the door behind them, standing sentinel over the door, allowing M to get the answers Mr. Grissom so desperately needed.
The sheriff looked up from his desk, his brow furrowed at the sudden appearance of Gil Grissom and his bodyguard.
"If you want a word with me." he began, but Moira cut him off.
"We'll talk now." She finished, her tone of voice brooking no argument. She looked to Grissom, letting him know it was time for him to ask his questions. Gil's face darkened as he turned to the sheriff.
"Brian, you bugged my phone. Why?" he asked simply. Straight and to the point. Moira noticed the sheriff curse under his breath. So, he wasn't aware they had discovered his hand in this yet.
"Gil."
"Why?!" Grissom asked louder. She smirked when the other man looked at her, the fear clear in his eyes. Apparently he knew of her, and what she was capable of.
"Answer him," she growled dangerously.
"You have to understand, we didn't know. I had no way of knowing that Michael Lee would react like this," he explained in a shaky tone. The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place for Moira, and she saw red.
"You son of a bitch." she said, and the sheriff gave an audible whimper in fear. He reached for the phone on his desk in reflex, but jumped away when it shattered and flew off of his desk. He looked up at Moira, and found himself looking down the barrel of her gun. Grissom was lost at her sudden flash of anger, and places a gentle hand on her shoulder, an unspoken request for answers to what was going on. Without taking her eyes off the sheriff, or lowering her gun, she explained. "He used you as bait. To lure out Michael Lee." Allowing her fury to over rule the protestations of her injured body, she took two steps forward, and slammed her gun into the side of Brian's head. He crumpled to the floor and curled in a fetal position. Grabbing him by his tie, she pulled him up and slammed her fist into his nose with a sickening crunch. "You stupid bastard! If you had done your homework, you would know Michael Lee's arrest would have done nothing for your career! He's an ex-Tong hunted by his own people! The real power lies in his brother in law." She growled and brought her gun down again, splitting the skin at his eyebrow. "You brought the wrath of the Yakuza down on a scientist, an innocent, simply to further your career!" Grissom, oddly enough, knew he had to stop Moira. Not because he gave a damn about Brian, but he didn't want to lose her to the fury welling up inside of her. She became oddly still, and when the sheriff gathered what was left of his courage, he saw his own death in her eyes, and lost control of his bladder. She pressed the barrel of her gun to the skin between his eyes, and he whimpered. "You sold out your own, people you had a responsibility to protect, for personal gain. Give me one reason I should allow you to continue breathing," she demanded. Even as furious as she was, Grissom's soft voice cut through to her as easily as a hot knife through butter.
"Moira," when she didn't look at him, he called her again. She turned her head slightly, still not moving her gun. Grissom pointed to a picture on Brian's desk. It was a photo of the sheriff and his wife, and their two young children. She closed her eyes briefly, as if in agony, and Grissom knew he had gotten through to her in time. Pulling her gun back, she reholstered it and glared at Brian, her green eyes still sparkling in anger.
"Leave town. You're done here. Resign, or don't, I don't care. For the sake of your children, you get to live for today. I'll be back in one week. If you're still here, I assure you even they won't be enough to save you. Am I clear?" It wasn't really a question.
"C-crystal," came the fearful reply. She stepped closer to Grissom and turned back to face the prone form of the man she nearly killed. She felt his soothing touch between her shoulder blades and allowed her muscles to begin to uncoil.
"Ironic isn't it? You have your victim to thank for your life." She pointed out to the man she despised. "Brian, I meant what I said. And know that I live my life in stealth. So no matter what backup you call in, I will always be able to get to you. Save yourself the agony and just follow orders." She ordered. He gave her a barely perceptible nod. She turned to face Grissom. "You get the answers you needed," he nodded and she gave him a relieved smile. "Come on, let's get you home." Slowly, they made their way out of the sheriff's office. Sean followed them silently out to the SUV. Once they got in, he waited until the vehicle was moving before asking.
"How did it go?" sensing the tension still coursing through M. He wasn't really surprised when his answer came from the back seat.
"Brian apparently set me up. He wanted to use me to get to Michael Lee, not realizing there was a much more dangerous man behind him." Grissom explained, feeling oddly calm. He knew he should be furious, and a little frightened at Moira's display of force in there. But oddly enough, he wasn't. He didn't see the point.
"Gobshite," Sean growled, cursing the foolish sheriff. "Fool stirred up more than a hornet's nest."
"Don't worry about the sheriff," Moira said, finally trusting her voice now that she was calming down. "He'll be leaving town shortly," she said. Sean just nodded, knowing the sheriff's hasty departure had been at M's insistence. What he found interesting was normally, she didn't allow these types of men to live. He noted with some amusement that Gil Grissom must have more influence over his boss than he had originally thought.
GRISSOM'S HOUSE
Moira had been worried about Grissom the entire ride back to the house. Until now, there had been an understandable edge in his stance that she had always been able to pick up on. Now, it was gone, and she didn't know whether to be relieved, or frightened. When Sean closed the door behind them, and re-engaged the traps, Grissom stepped behind her and helped her take of her jacket. As if sensing her worry over him, he put both hands on her shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze.
"You want to talk," it wasn't a question, more like a statement of fact. With his help, she got up the stairs, her injured body protesting every step. They went into his bedroom, leaving Sean downstairs as their first line of defense. She sat down on the bed to rest, and looked up to see the concern radiating in his blue eyes. Captivated by his gaze momentarily, she admitted ruefully to herself that this must be what a snake must feel like, being hypnotized by its master. Worried at her silence, Grissom took a knee in front of her. "How are you feeling?" He asked, cupping her cheek in his hand. "I don't imagine that action in Brian's office helped."
"No, it didn't. But I meant what I said. If he's there when I go back, he's mine. And not even you will be able to save him." She said intensely. Grissom leaned back on his heels and signed to her.
**I know you did. And I don't care what happens to Brian. As far as I'm concerned he brought it on himself. I intervened because I was scared. You were so lost in your anger, and I didn't know if I could get you back.** She was touched by his statement, and leaned forward. Slowly, she pressed her lips to his, moving them back and forth across his lips until he responded. He felt her tongue tease at his bottom lip and opened for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Grissom felt as if his blood were on fire, and moaned into her mouth. He pushed himself up on and angle, not trusting his shaky legs to bear his weight. Without breaking contact, he placed a knee on the bed, guiding Moira down onto her back, gently. Settling next to her, they broke the kiss when oxygen became a necessity.
"It's always the quiet ones that take your breath away," she teased him, and was pleased when he blushed at the compliment. It took several minutes for Grissom to reconnect the pathways in his brain. Once he could remember who he was, and where he was, he decided to try and find his voice again. Looking down into her beautiful face, he trailed his fingers down her cheek. "You have access to a part of me I keep hidden from everyone. You'll never lose me like that." She told him, capturing his hand in hers. She pressed his palm to her heart. "Because I hear you..here." Words failing him, he leaned onto his side, and drew her hand to his chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath her hand. "Is that me?" she asked, needing to hear it from him. Since the first kiss they shared in his office over a day ago, doubts about his feelings toward her plagued her mind. But feeling his heart racing, and knowing she had caused it. That was different.
"It is," he said simply, but she read what he couldn't say in his blue eyes.
"I could drown in your eyes," she practically moaned, when his body rolled to half cover her. When she went to draw his head down to her, he pulled back slightly.
"As much as I want to do this, we can't. You're hurt," he reminded her gently. His body was railing against his words, but he clamped down on it with an iron will. He'd choke on his lust before he hurt her anymore. She smiled, undoing the top few buttons on his shirt.
"I don't feel anything but you," she admitted, opening the next two buttons. She could see he was hanging on by a thread, and needed one final push. Finally getting his shirt open, she ran her hands over his smooth chest. "I'll be fine, though you may have to do all of the work." She added with a wry smile. She sat up slowly, and lifted her shirt over her head. He nearly got tears in his eyes seeing the large white bandage wrapped around her forearm. He closed his eyes, trying to push away the image of his own hand pulling the large knife from her arm. Grissom felt his shirt tails being pulled from his slacks, and pushed off his shoulders. He opened his eyes to meet her gaze. The trust and love he saw there was almost staggering. Moira reached up a hand, trailing her fingers lovingly through the hair at his temples. "I know you won't hurt me. I trust you," she whispered, and she saw the last thread he had been holding onto, snap. She nearly gasped when his pupils dilated in arousal. The blue she loved so much nearly disappearing. Grissom reached a shaky hand toward the front closure of her bra, and paused to clench his fingers, trying to stop the tremors. Moira grabbed his clenched fist and gently opened his hand, placing a kiss on his palm. She brought his hand to the closure, and slid hers up his arm as he released her.
"What have you done to me?" he whispered, worshipping her with his gaze.
"Help me lay back," she responded with an enigmatic smile. Grissom wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the bed entirely. He knew it was foolish to hold her as if she were made of glass, she was probably the toughest - most dangerous person he knew. Moira, for her part, loved it. And loved him more for treating her so delicately. For a few hours, she didn't have to be the tough one. It made her feel.feminine, and cared for. Pulling back the duvet with one hand, he settled her gently in the center, her head resting on the pillows. With each reassuring touch, his movements became more confidant. By the time he reached for the snap on her pants, his hand was no longer trembling. Worming his fingers under the waistband, he drew her panties down along with her pants. Pausing to carefully work the garments past her injured leg, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt knowing she got these injuries protecting him. Those thoughts were wiped clear of his mind by the beauty lying on his bed.
"So beautiful," he whispered in awe. She snorted in amusement.
"Gil, from the neck down my body is marred by too many damned scars. It's a vision of a patchwork quilt." She admitted, self-depricatingly. He shook his head adamantly.
"No. See, I'm looking from here," he held his hand over his heart, echoing her earlier sentiment. He smiled, surprised at the depth of caring he felt for this woman. When he saw the tears well up in her eyes, he didn't worry. His confession had touched her. He shook his head, amazed at his incredible luck. That this amazing woman chose him to allow into her heart. Without taking his eyes off of her, his own hands went to his belt, and he quickly shed the rest of his clothes. He couldn't help the shiver that ran up his spine under the heat of her gaze. When he got close to the bed, she opened her arms and he settled in, puling the sheet over them. He was surprised by his own body's reaction to Moira Kelly. He had been with four women in his life, and normally needed time to prepare. He was ready for her body and soul. Reaching down gently, he shifted her injured leg open, and looked up at her questioningly. She just grabbed his shoulders and drew him on top of her. Wrapping both arms around his neck, she drew his head down, moaning loudly when he gave into her demand and his passion. After several minutes, he pulled his head back slightly, needed to look in her eyes. He felt his heart skip a beat at the glazed intensity he saw there. She looked as if she wanted to devour him. Holding her gaze, he reached down and placed his tip at her opening.
"Now," she demanded in a husky voice. He pushed forward with his hips, slowly; both of them groaning at the fire that flared in them at their joining. He started to move in long, luxurious strokes, losing himself in the woman below him. For several minutes neither of them blinked. It was as if they were looking into each other's souls, trying to learn everything. "Yessssssss.." She moaned, wrapping her good leg around his hip. "Right there." she arched her back in bliss when he hit a particularly delicious spot. Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, he reached a hand between them and circled her nubbin with his thumb. Their harsh breathing and breathy cries sounded out through the room. Grissom bent his head and thrust his tongue past her lips in an imitation of the motions of their lower bodies. "Gil.." She whimpered, feeling her muscles begin to flutter around him.
"Let go," he rasped in her ear. "Come with me," he added tightly. Moira gasped hard, her back arching almost hard enough to throw him off the bed. She clutched at his slick shoulders hard enough to bruise. Grissom felt her inner muscles clamp down on him so hard, he nearly blacked out. Barely catching his weight on his elbows in time, his release seemed to go on forever. He hung his head, trying to catch his breath, groaning softly as the aftershocks continued to run through him. When he felt her running her fingers through his damp hair, he lifted his head and gave her a loving smile. "Wow," he whispered, leaning up to give her a long, lingering kiss. He couldn't help the stupid, satisfied grin that crossed his handsome face when she laughed softly.
"The resident genius is at a loss for words," she teased, but he didn't mind. He could see the contentment in her eyes, and knew he had put it there. Even now, she was so different than the hard, angry woman that had arrived weeks ago. He pulled out and rolled onto his back feeling deliciously sated. Without even thinking about it, he gathered her into his arms, smiled when he felt her lay her head on his shoulder. She started to say something, but he softly cut her off.
"Go to sleep, Moira." He told her.
"Yes, dear." She replied. They both laughed at her statement. They both knew who was the boss here, but to her credit, she let him have his moment. It just proved to Grissom once more that she had a giving spirit. They both gave happy sighs before allowing themselves to drop off to sleep. Neither Grissom nor Moira was stupid enough to forget about the danger that awaited them in the outside world. But for a few hours, they were willing to pretend, and just be in the moment.
CSI LAB - FOLLOWING NIGHT
Grissom made his way into the building with a very alert Moira at his elbow, and Sean's large frame behind them. He looked down the hall and saw Catherine talking with Greg and Nick, but turned when he heard Moira laugh. At the other end of the hall, was Conrad Ecklie, and the color had drained from his face at the sight of the woman next to him.
"Be nice," he chided her, but the corners of his mouth pulled up into a grin.
"I am," she responded, innocently. "He's still breathing," she blew Ecklie a kiss and had to bite back a laugh when the annoying man jumped, and hurried to find an alternative route out of the building. Nick and Catherine walked up to the pair, Nick was wearing a cheshire cat grin.
"He's been doing that for the last hour. It's a neat trick. The color drains from his face and he practically runs every time he sees one of us," He laughed. "Have I mentioned how much I love having you here?" he asked Moira. While Nick was oblivious to the change in Grissom and Moira, Catherine could practically read it in her old friend's face.
"Grissom, can I have a word?" She watched, slightly amused when he turned to look at Moira, and with a slight nod, he motioned toward his office, seemingly unaware that Sean was following them. He closed the door, leaving the large Irishman right outside the office.
"What's on your mind, Catherine?" he asked, taking a seat behind his desk. He shuffled a few of the papers on his desk, waiting for her to collect her thoughts.
"So that's it then, you belong to her?" she asked, and smiled when his eyes shot up to meet hers. She arched an eyebrow at the surprise on his face. "Come on, Grissom. We've known each other how long? You're absolutely glowing in the face of looming danger. I know a case didn't put that sparkle back in your eye. My money would be on the woman out in the hall being the culprit. So give, do you belong to her now?" she asked, happy that her friend managed to find this for himself. Thinking her question deserved the truth, Grissom considered everything carefully before answering.
"No, we belong to each other," he answered.
"You love her?" she asked surprised. She had known Grissom over ten years, and it had taken her nearly eight of them to get under his defenses and learn something about this good man. And Moira Kelly had laid claim to his heart in less than ten weeks. She must be a hell of a woman.
"I just want to take things carefully, Catherine. There's a lot you don't know." he sighed and looked up at his old friend. "She lost her husband a two brothers to her work years ago. I don't want to rush her into this."
"It's okay, it's clear she isn't going anywhere. She even broke Ecklie's arm for you," she teased him, trying to lighten his mood. She grinned when he laughed.
"I know, I wish I would have seen it," he admitted.
"It was hillarious. He insulted us, like he always does. And he was ready to come in here and read you the riot act, but Moira wouldn't let him pass." Grissom listened to her tell the story with an intensity she had only seen him use on cases. "He poked her in the chest with his finger. He thought she was a new CSI. Idiot, he didn't even notice the $2000 watch on her wrist, or that the clothes she has would cost one month's salary for us." She smirked. "He poked her a second time, and it all happened so fast. Before I could blink, I heard the bones snap and he was face down on the floor." She laughed, remembering the details in her own mind. "Jim introduced them, said what ever problem he had with you, get over it, or put it in a memo, because Moira wouldn't be so forgiving next time." Grissom laughed loudly at that, picturing everything Catherine had told him. "She's good for you. You're smiling a lot more." She said with a sudden insight. "So I take it you're rethinking you previous stance?"
"Which is?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Not allowing yourself to get too close."
"Regarding cases, no. I still feel that way," he confessed.
"Yes, but just remember, you started off as a case for her," she pointed out, waiting for it to sink in.
"Touche'" he admitted ruefully. They both looked up when they heard a knock at the door. Nick was standing in the doorway.
"Brass just called, we got bodies," he watched carefully as the older CSI's got up and headed towards him at the door. "Gris..you got your kevlar?" he asked, a bit uncomfortable. But Moira had insisted that if they wanted to help her, nothing was ever to be forgotten regarding their boss. Grissom, touched by the young man's concern, opened the top button of his shirt, revealing the vest underneath. Making their way out to the hall, Catherine hurried along, and touched Moira at the elbow to get her attention. She wanted to say something to the Irishwoman before the men got there.
"Thank you," Catherine said, sincerely.
"For what?" she asked, curious as to what she did now.
"For him," she looked back down the hall to Grissom. "For giving him something to fight for. I was worried about him for awhile," she said. "He's like a different man. He has more life in him." Moira was a bit taken aback by the smaller woman's candor.
"Ah, you're welcome. But you do know that there is still one very dangerous, significant hurdle still to face?" she asked, reminding the CSI of Victor Tamatsura's impending arrival.
"I know. I won't lie, and say all of this doesn't scare me. But you know we're all here for him," she began but quickly ammended her statement. "For both of you if you need us."
"Thank you for that, Catherine." She managed to get in, before Grissom and Nick joined them followed by Warrick and Sara.
"How are you feeling?" Warrick asked, remembering what Nick had told him about the woman's injuries.
Good, thank you," she answered honestly. Truthfully, her body still ached and throbbed and she felt every injury acutely. But the lightness of her spirit over ruled the injuries, and put a spring in her step that had not been there before. Her eyes fell on the cause of that lightness.
** I take it we have their blessing? ** she signed to him, with a smile.
** It would seem so, ** he signed back. Moira felt honored to not only be a part of this man's life, but to be accepted so easily by the people that cared for him was truly mind boggling. She was no longer 'the bodyguard,' but had become a friend. Someone they wanted to include. The group made their way out to the SUV's, Grissom and Catherine getting into Moira's heavily protected vehicle. Grissom leaned up and passed the address to Sean, and the large man programmed it into the GPS. They pulled out of the parking lot, leading the way to the first case of the night.
Authors note: Apologies that this one is shorter than the others. But in the time that is passed, I made some changes to my original plan for this story. Don't worry, I think all of you should like it.