CHAPTER THREE: ARE YOU TAKING THAT ON HOLIDAY WITH YOU?
"Sara!" Grissom called through to the bathroom. "Are you almost finished in there? I want us to make our list before we go to bed, in case we forget when we get up for work."
Sara opened the bathroom door, whilst simultaneously fastening her bathrobe. "Bathroom is now vacated," she replied. "What's the hurry?"
Grissom ignored the question, and instead eyed the robe. "You know you don't have to wear that around the house, don't you?"
Sara slapped his arm. "I think I might get a chill, don't you? Besides, I don't want to spoil your surprise." She pointed at the coffee table, where two sheets of paper and two pens sat. "Come on buster, I thought we were making our destination list."
The two of them sat at the couch. Grissom handed paper and pen to Sara, and picked up his. "No conferring, though. I don't want to be responsible for influencing your decision."
Grissom and Sara scribbled away on the paper, and were finished within half a minute. It was evident that they both knew where they were going. "Swap papers," Sara instructed.
"God, this feels like a school test," Grissom commented as he handed his sheet to Sara and accepted hers.
"We both chose Disneyland," Sara replied, somewhat disappointed. "And we both chose Santa Barbara beach."
Grissom nodded. "Great minds think alike," he commented. "What made you choose those two?"
Sara shrugged. "Ah, Disneyland's synonymous with having a good time, and chances are that everyone else chose it. Santa Barbara, because before I went to Harvard, three girlfriends and I had our 'goodbye party' there. We had a great time. Nice place to get a tan." She looked at Grissom. His face suggested that he was in a state of bliss, no doubt contemplating what Sara would look like in a tan and bikini. "What about you?" She asked.
"Me? Disneyland equals rollercoasters. I look forward to being able to share them with you. Santa Barbara? It's not too full of tourists. It's still a quiet place. And I love my saints. Don't forget, I come from Santa Monica." He put the pen and paper down on the table, and Sara copied his movements. "So, what's this surprise?"
"Under the bathrobe? Oh, just the clothes you'd wear in a bath," Sara answered Grissom's and her own question.
Grissom replied with a puzzled frown. "But you don't wear clothes in the bath," he said.
Sara rolled her eyes. "Exactly my point. God, you may be clever, but you certainly are clueless sometimes." She stood up, and the bathrobe parted slightly at the leg, revealing a nice shot of thigh for Grissom to contemplate. She nudged his arm. "I wouldn't look at it if I were you. It feels a lot better than it looks," Sara told him. She looked at his sceptical expression. "Hey," she said in defence. "Don't just take my word for it. Sample some for yourself." She turned and walked to the bedroom.
"I think I will," Grissom muttered under his breath as he followed her.
TBC