Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: but if I did, we would have gotten more than we did at the end of "One to go", but who is complaining of what we did get! I also don't own any of the artists or songs I have used.
A/N: Hey everyone thanks for reading. Leave me reviews; they make me happy, like Sara makes Grissom happy. I wasn't planning on updating this story for a little while, but "One to go" made me so happy, I had to. Thank you TPTB! Also Sully is the name of the pilot of the plane that recently landed on the Hudson, so here's a shout out to him, and what happens to the plane is actually what happened to me on my way back to Boston one time. Again thanks for reading!
On the plane Grissom could not sit still. He made 3 trips to the bathroom within an hour. He was thankful he had an aisle seat.
"This is your Pilot Sully again, just wanted to give you an update. It is raining in San Francisco and control has just told us to join in a holding pattern with about 11 other planes. It is probably going to be a 45 minute delay. We are very sorry for the inconvenience."
Just great, just fucking great
Sara was sitting in the Airport anxiously awaiting the arrival of Grissom. She checked her watch and glanced up at the TVs that display the flight numbers.
Flight 905, Flight 905…DELAYED! You have to be kidding me!?!
Grissom, along with the other 166 passengers, settled in with another round of peanuts and soft drinks.
He forced himself to eat them because he had not eaten anything in a while.
After knocking back his water wishing it was vodka, Grissom closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.
"Sir, we are landing, you need to put your seatbelt on" said the flight attendant.
Grissom just nodded. He glanced at his watch and realized he slept for 30 minutes.
Wow that is longer than I have slept in days.
As the plane made it way down, Grissom got butterflies in his stomach and his ears started to pop. All of a sudden the plane changed directions and started to ascend again.
"Hey folks, Pilot Sully again, I am sorry, but we missed our approach and now have to go to the end of the line. Again very sorry"
Grissom just looked upward.
Will you quit playing games with me? Land the damn plane already!
Circling one last time, Pilot Sully finally put the damn plane on the ground.
"Connecting flights to Phoenix: Gate 4C, flights to Seattle: Gate 11A, and luggage can be picked up on Concourse D. Thank you for flying on West-Northeast Airlines, Have a nice day" chirped the flight attendant.
Grissom hopped up, almost whacking his head on the luggage compartment. He grabbed his bag and made his way to the front of the plane.
"Bye, Buh-Bye now, Bye, Good bye, Bye, Thank you Bye, Goodbye now" repeated the perky stewardess.
"Thank you" said Grissom, as exited the plane. He really wanted to say something else to the woman, but he knew better.
Racing down the terminal he headed to Concourse D.
Finally arriving, he quickly scanned the various people for Sara. Then he saw her. She was off in a corner with her back towards him, but he knew that backside, that was his favorite feature of her. He stood there breathless for several moments and thought of a plan.
Grissom slowly walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She jumped, but then relaxed into Grissom's strong arms. Something was different about her. And he just couldn't put his finger on what.
"Hmm… You smell like Sara Sidle" he whispered as he buried his nose in her hair
"You taste like Sara Sidle" he said as he licked that spot behind her ear she loved
"You feel like Sara Sidle" he quipped as he groped her breast.
"Gilbert Grissom…" she threatened.
"You certainly sound like Sara Sidle" he answered "But you are not the Sara Jane Sidle I know!"
She turned in his arms and gave him a loving peck on the lips and hugged him tightly.
"Let's go Gilbert; I can't wait to get you alone" she smirked
"Umm, honey, are we going to talk about this" he asked as he waved up and down her body.
"Yes, in the car, don't worry your adorable head of grey hair, honey" she answered as she ran her hands through his hair.
After grabbing his luggage, they walked hand in hand out of the airport.
The weather was cool and rainy, much different than the dry, blistering heat of Las Vegas. He liked San Francisco already.
Grissom stole a kiss from Sara as they entered the car.
"So… why didn't you tell me?"
"I really don't know, I guess by the time I decided it was the right time to tell you, I thought of this idea and thought you would like this surprise more."
"Dear, surprised is an understatement! How many months along are you?"
"I am about 5 months along and I also know what the sex is."
Boy, boy, please say boy.
"It's a little girl"
Grissom's eyes teared up, he was going to be a Daddy and he was loving it already
"I love you Sara, this is so unexpected, but it is the best surprise ever."
"Are you happy, honey?" he said, his voice cracking a little.
"Aww baby, come here don't cry." she said as she hugged him close "This is the best thing that has ever happened. I have a piece of you inside me; it is the greatest feeling in the world"
"Okay, as along as you're happy, I will be forever happy"
"I love you" she said "Let's go home"
"I love you too, take me home"
Grissom held Sara hand as she drove towards her apartment. He loved the scenery of San Francisco, but he had something even better to look at.
He studied her profile and they laughed when she caught his eye contact and he glanced away like he wasn't looking at her.
Occasionally Grissom would slip his hand over her expanded mid-section and caress her belly. He felt the need to pinch himself because he could swear he was dreaming.
Ouch, nope, I'm awake.
"Honey, do you mind if I put on some music?" asked Grissom
"Nope, go right ahead stud."
Fiddling with the knob he finally got a station to come in.
"Magic 143.9, playing all you're favorites all day long. Here is one from Natasha Bedingfield…."
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas
But what if it don't?
What happens in my head stays in my head
But sometimes it won't
What if you knew what I was thinkin
Would it make you like WOHHHHH!
Dont wanna risk puttin' my foot in it
So ill keep my mouth closed!
All you hear is...
Mmm mmm m m m m
Gonna button my lip
So the truth dont slip
Mmm mmm m m m m m
Gotta beep out what I really wanna shout
Woops Did I say it out loud, did you find out
I wanna have your babies
Get serious like crazy
I wanna have your babies
I see 'em springin up like daisies
Turning down the volume, Grissom laughed, "This is an ironic song, isn't it"
"Sure is, except I don't have to want, I AM having your babies"
"Hmm, babies, huh, how many are you thinking?" Grissom smirked.
"Welllll… I might have left out a small…, tiny…, little… detail before…" Sara cringed, looking away from him.
"Sara." Grissom warned.
"It's, it's… TWINS!!!"
Grissom felt his eyes roll back in his head and nothing much after that.