Part Four

Together

My head is killing me. My back is killing me. I must have sprained my body. I am not surprised to see intelligent blue eyes. These eyes are just too low. Yelps are heard all around and I shake the original owner of those eyes whose only response is to mumble and pull my sprained body closer to his.

"Gris, Jonathan is up."

"M'kay," he mumbles.

Another shake, Grissom pulls me closer. Is that a banana in his pocket? "Gris he's in here."

"Wha…Shit."

Don't curse in front on him, I think. Jonathan seems oblivious to it all. Or maybe not, cause he's laughing at his grandfather's bare ass and pointing. "Poppop's booty. Boody. Boody. A lady Popopp don't have no pants on. Gotta put you pants on. Poppop boooooody."

With all that comes what can best be described as a Johnathan booty dance. He's quite good actually. Every time he says booty she shakes his. There's also some John Travolta move that something tells me Grissom taught him. His cheeks are flushed and he's batting those blue eyes. If a professional career isn't in the cards for him he'd do well as a Chippendale.

Thandie stalks passed us through the open door and scoops up the half laughing, half singing child.

"Come here, you little con artist. Leave your grandfather alone." She turns, half looking at us at first. This scene has been replayed a million times, although I am sure only with a pajama clad, solo Grissom.

"Dad…sorry. I didn't know. Sara I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Her is apology is coupled with the booty pretty lady refrain. It's more than mildly humorous. Though my companion in mockery doesn't seem to think so.

Grissom has gotten it together enough to pull a sheet over his booty. "Thandie, out!"

She stares at her father, blinking what I now realize are very dark blue eyes. She's probably never heard him raise his voice. "You don't have to yell, Gil."

Tough. I like her.

Grissom looks at me. I am half covered by pure Egyptian sheets and a barrel-chested man. Actually I am pretty good. I give him my best 'you shouldn't have done that' look. It took a year to perfect. Grissom doesn't like to be verbally challenged in front of suspects.

"I think I get to raise my voice if my daughter and my grandson have seen parts the sun hasn't seen in nearly five decades. So please."

Thandie winks at me and whisks Jonathon out of the room. Even with the door closed you can still hear the sing songy voice.

Grissom collapses back in bed and stares at the ceiling. "I don't even remember coming home."

"We took a cab."

"How much did we drink?"

"Lots. That VIP suite is something else. I like it." After a few hours screwing and then screwing for another few hours. We decided to take chances with our lives. Or maybe it's just one life now. I called in sick and Grissom called in sick. Ecklie didn't buy any of it for a second, but what could he do?

"Did I win anything?"

"You lost $500 hundred. I won $500."

"Figures."

He reaches a hand up and scratches his forehead. Thandie knocks on the door. A highly polished band made of some heavy white metal catches my eye. I pull my own hand from under the sheet. Mine has diamonds. Seven of them set in the same white metal. There is much staring and smiling and kissing.

"I love you," he says.

"This is crazy."

"I love you."

"We really going to do this, Grissom?"

"It's done and I love you."

Thandie's voice fills the room. "You staying for breakfast, Sara?"

END