I Do Not Own CSI

"Are you ok," Sara asked as she and Gil slowly walked. It was time for Gil to start putting weight on his leg, so here they were in the physiotherapy room, Gil in a walking cast, a sling around his arm and bandages around his stomach.

"Peachy, just peachy"

"Do you want to stop?"

"Yes and no," he said, wincing as he took another step, pain shooting through his leg.

"Mr. Grissom, if you're in pain you can take a breather for a minute and relax. We're in no hurry down here," the physiotherapist said.

"No, I want to keep going. We're almost done anyways right?"

"You just have a little more to walk and then, yes, we'll be done."

"Then I'm going to keep going."

"You're really stubborn, you know that," Sara said by his side as Gil took another baby step.

"But you love me for it or else you wouldn't be here."

"Very true.

Your mom and I were talking this morning," Sara said, trying to take his mind off the pain in his leg.

"If she was talking about grandkids again…,"

"She wasn't, don't worry. We were actually talking about how we met, your mom and I."

"That was interesting to say the least."

"But it was fun."

"Gil," Marie said with a smile on the front steps of his condo.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

"I had some free time from the art gallery and I thought I would take a drive up and surprise you. Surprise!"

"Yeah, you sure did."

"Well are you going to invite your mother inside or just leave me on the porch all day?"

"Oh sorry, here let me take your bag."

"Thank you, ohhh something smells good. What's cooking?" She headed towards the kitchen.

"Mom, wait before you go in," Gil said but it was already too late. Marie was already in the kitchen where Sara stood at the stove in only Gil's dress shirt.

"Hey Gil, who was at the doo…" Sara said, looking up and seeing the same eyes as Gil staring back at her.

"Well hello, I didn't know my son had someone here or else I would have called first," she said, extending her hand.

"Marie Grissom"

"Sara Sidle, nice to meet you, Mrs. Grissom," she said as Gil came up to stand beside Sara.

"Call me Marie, the Mrs. Grissom thing makes me feel a lot older.

So Gil, why haven't you said anything to me before about having a woman in your life," Marie said with a raised eyebrow.

'Not now, Mom' Gil signed.

"Why are you signing, Gil," Sara asked.

"Because I can't hear, Sara, but if you look at me when you talk I can read lips very well," Marie explained.

"Oh God, I'm sorry I didn't know. You didn't talk any differently."

"That's because I wasn't always deaf," she said as Sara finally looked down at herself, realizing she only had on Gil's shirt.

"Oh God, I think I'm going to go put some more clothes on. Gil, can you keep stirring this please," Sara asked as Gil gave her a smirk as she left.

"Are you hungry, Mom?"

"Stop trying to avoid my question, Gilbert. Why haven't you said anything about there being a woman in your life?"

"Because I'm trying not to screw it up"

"She's young"

"She is, but she doesn't seem to mind that I'm older then she. And no she's not after me for money, Mom," Gil said as Marie was about to say something again.

"You sure"

"Positive, Mom she matches my intelligence without even trying. She thinks my tarantula is a fun pet. She doesn't get grossed out by my bugs, and she doesn't mind the job. She's a CSI too."

"Ok"

"Ok?"

"Gil, your forty years old, I don't think I can tell you who you can and can't date, and I can already see by the look in your eyes that you have fallen for her."

"Yeah, I have," Gil whispered, looking back at the stove so his mother couldn't see his lips.

"Well, I don't feel so drafty now," Sara said, coming back in with a smile as she took over her stove again.

"As comfy as those shirts can be they are always a little thin," Marie said, getting a smile out of Sara.

"Mom, that's a little too much information."

"Gil, I don't think I have to explain to you that in order for you to come into this world I did have to have sex with your father."

"Yes, I know that but that's not something I really want to think about," he said, getting a snort from Sara.

"What?"

"I just find it funny that your mom just caught me in your kitchen half naked and she's not at all embarrassed but just the thought of your parents making love grosses you out."

"I think I'm going to go set the table now. I'll leave you to talk. Play nice, Mom."

"I will because I like you already, Sara," Marie said with a smile.

"You never did tell me what you talked about when I left."

"You. She told me some embarrassing baby stories and I told her some embarrassing stories of my own, we bonded."

"Over me, I feel loved."

"Oh Gil, you are loved," Sara said as they came to the end of the room.

"How do you feel?"

"Actually, a lot better now that my mind was taken off the pain, thank you."

"Anytime, bugman," Sara finished with a kiss to his lips, letting it linger just a bit.

"Ahh hem," someone said, making the two break apart only to see Marie standing to the side with a smirk on her face.

"I took a cab over and your nurse informed me that you were here."

"We just finished, actually. Sara was just helping me keep my mind off the pain," Gil said as his wheelchair was brought over so he could sit.

"I'm sure she was," Marie replied with Gil's trademark smirk and raised eyebrow.

TBC

Griss and Sara seem to have the worst luck sometimes, lol, getting caught by brass and marie. At least marie didn't see Griss rounding third like Brass.

What's a better medication then to have someone you love kissing you better to take the mind off the pain.

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