A/N Cybro and Danese what would I do without you guys? Sigh
Chapter 8
Laura looked up from the small work area she used just off the kitchen. She took in her daughter's appearance as she leaned against the doorless entrance. She silently thanked herself that she had invested the money to remove all traces of lead paint in the building.
"How much do you guys have sex? What are you up to? Three times a day?"
Sara's rolled her eyes. "Mother please."
"What? I can't help what I see. You have that red glow and it's nearly blinding on Gil. My goodness I thought I might give him something for virility but he certainly doesn't need that."
"Mom please." Sara tried again.
"Do you guys have this much sex at home?"
I will not do this to my daughter, Sara silently vowed. "No, we don't have this much sex at home."
Laura dropped her head and went back to pummeling some pink hued leaf. "How much do you have?"
Sara shrugged and stared at the jars that lined the walls. "I don't know. I guess once a day."
"Who would have thought, a man his age? Wow. If I could find a man that could have sex twice a week I might start dating again."
"What happened to Leon?"
"All talk. No action and I do mean no action. I think it's a curse having a sex drive at my age. I might have to do a Demi Moore though I really don't want to. I want to date someone that is actually old enough to remember the Beatles on Ed Sullivan."
Sara felt bad. Her mother deserved a little romance. Not for the first time she thought of Jim Brass and wondered about his sex drive. "Mom I can't believe that you look like that and you can't find a date."
Laura smiled. "Thank you sweetheart. I think you made my year." Laura stopped what she was doing and leaned back. She blew a few blonde strands from her view.
"I am glad you didn't turn out flakey like me."
"You aren't flakey and if you are I am flakey too."
"No dear. You and your Grissom are very straight and narrow and reasonable. You have important jobs and you do important work. Very important. I am very proud of you."
Sara shook off tears. "Your work is important too. Why do you think I became a scientist?"
Laura eyed the pretty mother to be. How had she produced such a sane, smart creature? "Honestly because it's the farthest thing from what I am. You were exactly right."
"No. Because of what I saw you do. You just knew. You knew what made what work. You didn't need any books or recipes. I wanted to know like you knew."
"That's it kid. You made my decade."
OOOOOOOO
Sara was very proud of her composure. The man she loved had just told her that he leaving, going back to their home without her and she had not raised her voice. She had not cursed or bellowed. All and all she was doing quite well.
"You are not leaving me here," she said a little too softly.
"Exactly. I am not. I am going to work this case then I am back." Grissom lied. "You need time with your mother. I will be back in exactly seven days. Seven. Maybe before."
"You are not leaving us here. You are not Grissom. I go where you go and you go where I go. That's it. Now close my damn suitcase and take it to the car while I kiss my mother goodbye."
He walked to where Sara had tossed in the last outfit that Laura had bought for the baby and took her face in his hands. "For just a second imagine this is a case."
"Don't you even…"
"Just listen. If there was a man. An older guy. Let's call him, I don't know, Griffith. Everyone calls him Griffith. His first name is Gary."
Sara eyed him suspiciously. "Okay"
"He's around 50, smart. Maybe he specializes in infectious diseases."
Sara raised an eyebrow. Grissom mirrored her adding a mocking expression.
"Something other people just don't get. He is actually a well known expert in the field."
Sara shoulders relaxed.
"The thing is that there is this woman. There has been this woman. There has been this woman for a long time. Since he was much younger. Since his hair was mostly black and he didn't' have to worry about his cholesterol. In the course of this case we find out that they have been sleeping together fairly regularly. He's old but not dead."
His voice was low and soft now. He kissed her quickly and softly. "So there's this old guy."
"Point of clarification." Sara said. "Mature."
"Noted and appreciated." He took a breath and continued. "So they start doing the dirty. Her brother went missing for few days and the stress of it all. Well it just unleashed all these emotions. Emotions he had been squashing with work and what he convinced himself were good intentions. And the after her brother gets out of the hospital they all get a little crazy, drink a little too much and he does everything he always wanted to do. This leads to that and pretty soon they are sleeping together regularly."
"We, Grissom and Sara, uncover that they are doing so exclusively. We talk to their friends and co-workers and everyone is of the mind that he has been crazy about her for ages."
"What about her?"
"Well they think she's crazy about him but he's much more obvious. Openly drools and such."
"I like him."
"Yeah, well you would."
"Why are we investigating them?"
"A vial of a deadly influenza strand has gone missing. The FBI had him under surveillance. Utterly boring at first until they see him and this minx of his and they think there may be more to him than meets the eye. Perhaps the mild mannered scientist is really a spy. He certainly isn't very mild mannered considering how he behaves when she's around."
"She into diseases too?"
"Her specialty is Black Death."
"I like her even more. She must be a genius too."
"Of course."
"Why are we called in?" She was enjoying the game.
"We're called in because he lives in Vegas."
"You two should know one another. I thought all the geniuses met once a month."
"Met him a couple times in court but I didn't like the way he looked at you."
"Ah."
"So we know they have the hots for on one another and seem to be doing a pretty good job of dousing the flames. A few weeks into the investigation you notice something."
"I do?"
"You do. She is starting to wear bulky sweatshirts. I think it changing seasons. Turns out that the old guy…"
"Mature gentleman." Sara corrected.
"Sorry. The mature gentleman is packing a bit of a punch. He managed to get her knocked up. Much to the chagrin of several young stud FBI agents. One of them by the name of Grant. Wild hair. Funny guy. Does a lot of undercover work at raves."
"I like him."
"You would. So she's pregnant with his baby and he is over the moon. He's got the woman of his dreams and a baby on the way and it's more than he could have ever hoped for but he starts acting suspiciously."
"How can you tell?" Sara snickered.
"Well. He's willing to be without her for longer than three hours."
"Maybe he's just scared." Sara said sadly.
"He was scared at first. With the baby and this wonderful woman."
"What's her name. This woman?"
Grissom thought for a moment. "Her name is Samantha. Samantha Stewart. They are having a girl."
"Name her yet?"
Again he considered. "Ava."
He waited for Sara to say something else. He continued. "If he was really as scared as he should be, how do you suppose he would act?"
Sara's watched him uneasily. "He would retreat. Stop talking to her like he did in the past. Not share with her."
"But he's still sharing, even met her mother."
She looked down at her hands a back up at him again. "It seems for the first part of this relationship you were saying sorry and now I am saying I am sorry."
He held up a finger. "I not finished with the case madam."
"Sorry," Sara replied.
"So he's not doing any of that. He's meeting her mother and trying to share with her all his fears but he's sneaking about a bit."
"What about their friends?"
"They know something is amiss. They are after all very smart people. You can't really hide Ava. He just wants to do something special for her in front of them for all the times he hid his feelings."
"She knows that I'm sure."
"So why would he want to be away from this wonderful woman for more than a few hours?"
"He must be hiding something from her." Sara clapped her hands. "A surprise. Why can't I come? I won't be nosey. I promise."
He laughed at loud at that. "Sara Sidle you can't help it. It's in your marrow."
"Yeah" she agreed. "I suppose. I do like spending time with my Mom. It's nice."
"Just give me a few days. Please." He pleaded.
"Okay."
OOOOOOOO
Gil Grissom leaned his head against the cool wood of his front door. He closed his eyes. Leaving Sara was a dumb idea. He wanted to turn round and pick her up. He was considering doing just that when he caught sight of the luggage that lined the front hall. Six perfectly matched pieces of Loius Vatton luggage. A pattern they only sold in Italy. Shit. Maria Louisa Bonacelli Grissom.
18 years later
NoahsAdvance: Where the heck have you been? Did you get my text? I sent it five hours ago.
PalindromeOne: Sorry but I was you know acclimating myself to a new country, unpacking, buying books, sleeping, recovering from jetlag.
NoahsAdvance: I can't believe you left me here with them.
PalindromeOne: Them being Mom and Dad
NoahsAdvance: Who else?
PalindromeOne What's up?
NoahsAdvance: I came home early from practice. There was a bomb threat and Chad's mom was waiting so she just dropped me off and …I can't even say it
PalindromeOne?
NoahsAdvance: I think they were having sex.
Silence.
NoahsAdvance: Hello!
PalindromeOne: Sorry I had to go puke. What were they doing when you got back?
NoahsAdvance: Well there were dollar bills in the hallway. Actually there were dollar bills, some fives, a couple of tens and a bunch of 20s
PalindromeOne: Which I am sure you pocketed.
NoahsAdvance: You wouldn't?
PalindromeOne: Go ahead.
NoahsAdvance: So I am standing in the hall counting the money at that cherry table thingy. I am going to go and tell them I am home and ask if I can keep the money. I figured it fell out of Mom's purse or something.
PalindromeOne: K
NoahsAdvance: So I hear this jazz music and I hear Mom giggling and Dad is talking all low.
PalindromeOne: Yeah.
NoahsAdvance: Dumb me I think nothing of it so I round the corner. And there is Mom in her underwear. Not Mom underwear but black with high heels.
PalindromeOne: Ew
NoahsAdvance: Dad is sitting there on the bed wearing his boxers. I think I screamed. I locked myself in my room. I am never coming back out. Mom left my dinner outside but I will starve before I look them in the face again.
PalindromeOne: Did you think they didn't have sex?
NoahsAdvance: Dad is old as dirt and Mom is well my mom.
PalindromeOne: Humans are some of the only species that mate for life.
NoahsAdvance: Gee that makes me feel better.
PalindromeOne: Well at least they weren't actually have sex…
NoahsAdvance: True
PalindromeOne: Yeah you have to leave your room sometime.
NoahsAdvance: No I don't. I'll order pizza and they can deliver it to my window. I can do my homeschooling online. It won't be so bad.
Palindrome: I have to go. There's a welcome thingy downstairs.
NoahsAdance: Bye
PallindormeOne: Love ya
NoahsAdvance: Ditto