Disclaimer: I do not own CSI : (
AN: okay, I was asked to write this all the time so I finally started it. This is the sequel to "the favor".
Yes I do know that it's insane to start a third WIP, but I should be able to update all my fan fics once a week. : )
Warning: FLUFF all the way. Well also angst, due to the fact that there'll be a lot of Sara/Laura Sidle interaction etc. Don't say you haven't been warned. : )
Summary: One year later, Christmas and this year Sara "jumped over her shadow" and invited her mother and brother over to spend x-mas with her, Grissom and Gretchen.
Home sweet home
chapter 1
Totally tired Sara took seat on one of the chairs in the break room, relieved thanks to the final chance to rest for at least five minutes. The last weeks had been a torture. Christmas shopping, Christmas decorating, Christmas cards writing, this whole Christmas stuff was starting to piss her off.
She hadn't cared about it at all before, but this year was special! This was the first Christmas that she and Grissom would spend together as a real couple. Real. Not like last year. No this year it was special, this year they were together, for almost exactly one year they were together now.
And she wanted this day to be special. Wanted it to be special because for the first time in her life she would spend Christmas with a loving family, her family. Yes, that was what they were now, she and Grissom, a little family. They were only two humans and a dog, but still… this was more than she had ever dared to dream about.
And there was something else that was special about this year's Christmas. Actually two things and she didn't know what was making her more nervous, what was making her more anticipated…
Her mother and brother would come to Las Vegas, for the first time in almost 15 years Sara would meet her mother again, she would not only see her mother, no together with her brother, Grissom and Gretchen, they would have dinner on the twenty-fifth, they would spend the whole evening together and this was driving her crazy.
And all this because of 'thing number two'. And this filled her with so much positive anticipation that it almost let her heart explode.
Her heart was jumping every time that she looked at the ring on her ring-finger. The small, shining diamond, the white-golden band…
And on that evening, during dinner, she and Grissom would tell their families about their engagement. Sara hadn't seen any importance to tell her mother about it, but Grissom had convinced her that she needed to tell her mother and not only on the phone. And somehow Sara also started to feel as if she needed to tell her mother about it. They had never had a loving relationship, one that is usual between mother and daughter, such a bond had never existed between them, but now… now Sara's life had changed. In this one year a life, of that Sara had thought that it could never meet the image that an average person has of a 'happy life', turned into a life that made Sara feel as if she was in heaven, every single day, every single minute. And Sara hoped that maybe her relationship with her mother could also change, at least a bit. She wanted her mother to attend the wedding ceremony, she wanted her mother to be there, just like most women want their mothers to be there at their wedding!
A soft smile flashed over her lips when the thought of coming home tonight ran through her mind. She wanted, needed nothing else but to lie in his arms on their sofa, watching TV together or listening to some music. Feeling him holding her, letting her hands run over his chest, kissing him…
She opened her cell phone, dialed and waited for him to answer her call with her heart beating fast in her chest. Like it always did when she thought of him.
"Yeah?" His sleepy voice sounded through the phone.
"Hey." She said softly and sweet.
"Hey." He answered with the same sweetness.
"Are you already back at home?"
"Why back?" He asked a little surprised.
"From the airport… How is your mother? I hope her flight wasn't too stressing."
"My …mother… damn!"
"Don't say that you forgot to pick up your mother."
"I… I slept until the sound of my ringing cell phone woke me up…I …"
Sara rolled with her eyes. "Great." She said with a slight angry undertone in her voice. "Her plane was scheduled to land at three thirty PM. It's almost five now." Her voice turned slightly desperate.
"Can't you pick her up?"
"Me?" A laugh of frustration escaped her. "You don't honestly want me to drive to the airport now, after working a double shift, after…"
"But you're off the clock from five PM on, it's way faster from the lab to the airport than from here to the airport."
"You do mean this…" She sighed in frustration. "I've been working all day…"
"…I've been working too."
She rolled with her eyes again. "Oh yeah, I forgot, you've been teaching three hours at university today, what a tough work." The sarcasm in her voice was there on purpose.
"Honey…" He was about to start his soft plea.
"…you know you'll have to…"
"…make this up to you. I know."
She could imagine the grin on his lips.
"I love you."
She couldn't help but forget about the anger that had been rising up in her. "I love you too." She whispered softly.
"Are you nervous?" He changed the subject.
"Like hell." She confessed.
"Don't worry honey." His voice turned soft again. "I promise that everything will be alright."
"I'm scared. I… I don't know if I will manage to pick them up tomorrow…I… I mean I talked to her on the phone three weeks ago and that was it, I… "
"I will pick them up if you want me to." He offered.
A soft smile of relieve built up on her lips. "Thanks." She whispered.
"We'll see each other after you picked my mother up then, I guess."
She nodded. "I hate it when we see each other for so little time… I wish you'd still be working here."
"Don't hate it, don't be sad my love. Just look forward to come home tonight, to fall asleep in my arms, to…"
She grinned and she knew that he knew it too.
"Drive carefully."
"You know I will."
"And when my mother should start talking about the 'grandchild' theme you know what you have to say?"
"I know what I have to say." She chuckled softly.
"Good."
"Good." She grinned and closed her cell phone, grabbed her purse and left the break room to get her jacket from her locker.
TBC
yeah I know maybe somehow boring... there'll be more action in the next chaptersI promise!