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Grissom was sat on the edge of the bed watching Sara sleep. She'd
been asleep nearly three hours and it was getting close to lunchtime
as she began to stir.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.,"
he whispered as she stretched out.
"You didn't." smiled Sara
sitting up. Her colour was a lot better now.
"How you
feeling?"
"Hungry." replied Sara with a smile.
"How
about some toast?" he asked pulling her to her feet.
"How
about pancakes?"
"Sara, you've been sick.," said
Grissom looking at her like a disapproving parent.
"I feel
fine," she countered getting dressed. "You've packed." she
said nodding towards his suitcase as she slipped her jeans on.
"Well
it's not as good if you'd have done it."
"Wow. I see your
taking the entire Las Vegas library." mocked Sara picking up a
textbook he had in there.
"Just some light reading." he said
taking it off her and putting it away.
"Light! Gil! They're
going to charge you extra for the weight!" laughed Sara as Grissom
dragged her away into the kitchen.
"Be quite and eat your
pancakes." he mocked getting ingredients out the cupboard.
"Aren't
you supposed to be at work? Aren't I, come to mention it?" said
Sara noticing the time.
"I phoned and told them you're ill and
all I'd be doing was paper work. Can't start a case if I'm not
going to finish it." he winked at her, tipping the pancake mixture
into the frying pan.
"Want to see me toss it?" he smiled at
her, waving the frying pan around.
"Hang on," With that
Sara took a recipe book from the sideboard and held it over her head.
"Okay go for it!" she laughed.
"Alright!" Grissom
discarded the frying pan and leapt for Sara, who had already made a
run for it.
"GIL!" she screamed as he chased her into the
hallway.
"Insult my cooking will you!" he announced cornering
her.
"No!" she laughed as he put one hand either side of her
face and kissed her.
"I think my pancakes are burning." smiled
Sara as he pulled away.
"I think we may have to go out for
breakfast." he smiled.
"It's twelve thirty. I think
breakfast's been and gone" said Sara following him back into the
kitchen and taking the car keys while he turned the ring off and
threw the frying pan into the sink.
"It's Vegas. I'm sure I
can find you pancakes." smiled Grissom passing her a coat.
"Yes,
but I was picturing somewhere other than a strip joint." she
teased, making Grissom blush red as their neighbour starred at them
while watering her flowers.
"Well done. Her curtains are going
to be twitching forevermore." smiled Grissom getting in the
car.
-
Ten minutes later had they arrived at a small
diner near Grissom's apartment. Well, their apartment.
"Are
you sure your okay?" asked Grissom as Sara pondered the
menu.
"I will be if you stop asking me." she smiled "I
want pancakes. With syrup." she smiled as Grissom went to order. It
was going to be strange not spending time with him. With them working
together they'd spent nearly twenty four hours a day with each other
and surprisingly, it had only caused a few arguments, several of them
about the fact someone had used all the hot water- just little
things.
"Your pancakes will be here soon." said Grissom
sitting back down. "What are you smiling at?" asked Grissom after
Sara had been sat grinning at him for nearly a minute "You're not
going to paint the kitchen pink while I'm away are you?"
"PINK?
I think you know me better than that. I was just thinking."
"About
what?"
"About how last year me having breakfast with you would
have sent your pulse rate through the roof."
"It still does."
smiled Grissom as their breakfasts were brought; Sara's pancakes
and Grissom's bacon bun.
"That's disgusting." said Sara as
Grissom tucked into his sandwich.
"I don't get meat at home.
You have to allow me little pleasures."
"Oh I do." winked
Sara almost causing him to choke on his next bite.
"It's no
wonder my pulse rate is so high." he replied.
-
Fifteen
minutes later and they had finished breakfast/dinner and had decided
to go for a walk.
"Hey Grissom is that who I think it is?"
asked Sara, pointing to a group of girls coming towards
them.
"Lindsey? Isn't it a school day?"
"If we have
to take her back Cath's going to have a fit."
It was clear
Lindsey had seen them as she was trying to convince her friends to go
the other way.
"Hi Gil." muttered Lindsey as they met "Sara."
she said not looking up as if hoping they wouldn't see
her.
"You're, erm, not at school today?" asked Sara trying
not to sound accusing.
"It's lunchtime. Mom doesn't like me
to go out."
"Oh, that's okay. Where're you going?" Sara
asked, hoping not to drop Lindsey in it.
"Diner." smiled
Lindsey "So your not going to tell my mom?"
"As long as you
don't tell her you saw us." replied Grissom. "We're supposed
to be helping with paperwork before shift."
"Okay." smiled
Lindsey, holding her hand out and shaking it with Grissom.
"Oh,
and try the pancakes." Sara added as Lindsey ran to catch up with
her friends.
"Hey." Sara said, turning her attention back
to Grissom. "I never knew you were good with children, or that
you made deals with thirteen year olds." She laughed.
"Lindsey's
not exactly a child. Treat her like a adult and she responds."
"You
sound like a textbook." mocked Sara. "And if Cath finds out,
she'll castrate you." smiled Sara as they went back to the
car.
-
Twenty minutes later an Grissom was dragging
his book-laden case to the car with a unhappy Sara straggling along
behind him.
"I'll be back before you notice I'm gone."
smiled Grissom nearly dropping the suitcase as he struggled to get it
in the car.
"Two nights without you!" called Sara getting in
the drivers seat.
"You'll have the place to yourself."
smiled Grissom half-heartedly trying to cheer her up. The truth was,
he was going to miss her more than he realised.
He'd become so
used to having her around and he wasn't exactly the most sociable
person. He'd probably spend the entire conference by himself.
He
was going to miss having someone to talk to who didn't look at him
not understanding a word he was saying or just looking at him like he
was mad when he started describing the life span of a bug he'd
recently seen.
-
"Sara, please don't pout." pleaded
Grissom as they finally found a parking space at the airport.
"I
am going to miss you. It's not like we spend that much time
apart."
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder." said Grissom
while wrestling with the handle on his suitcase.
"Or it makes
you realise you were better of on you own." said Sara, her dry
humour not really lightening the mood. In fact by the time Grissom
had reached check in he wasn't too sure if Sara was about to cry or
just that her eyes were shinning as light reflected off them.
"We'll
I guess I'll see you on Tuesday." said Grissom when they reached
the gate. He wasn't to sure how to handle this. Fortunately, Sara
did. She threw her arms round him, which surprised him greatly
because Sara wasn't one for public displays of affection.
"Bye,
my love." said Grissom patting her back and kissing her before
disappearing.
Sara was now left alone, wiping at her eyes and
scolding herself for getting so emotional. That wasn't something
she usually did, especially around him.
TBC….
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