I Do Not Own CSI

"Mmmm, Gil, if you don't stop that we're going to be late," Sara said as she bent her head at the side to give Gil better access for the wonderful things he was doing to her neck.

"I say we skip it," he mumbled out.

"As much as I would love to, we have to go, my job."

"I know, you need the credits," he said, taking a step back to see a flushed Sara.

"Just let me change real quick and we can go, ok."

"Sounds good." She went to the mirror to fix her hair and clothes, only to see a purple mark on her neck.

"Gilbert Grissom, you gave me a hickey!"

"I did not."

"Yes, you did, take a look," she said as Gil came back into the room.

"Oops," he replied, trying to hold back his smile.

"This is not funny. I can't wear a top to cover it because I didn't bring one. And it's a little obvious."

"Just wear your hair down."

"You can still see it."

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not," Sara smiled back as she tried to cover it up with make- up.

"Ten bucks says they're late," Greg said.

"I'll take that, man," Nick said.

"Give me a piece of that, too," Warrick added. The first conference was going to start in five minutes and the team were all sitting in the auditorium, holding two seats for Grissom and Sara.

"I'm with Greg, they're going to be late," Catherine agreed.

"What do you think, Jim?"

"I think that they better gets their butts in this room soon," he said, watching as the instructor started to pull his papers together.

"Good day, everyone, my name is John Deed," the professor started.

"Pay up guys," Catherine and Greg said as they held out their hands. Just then the auditorium door opened. Sara and Gil walked in with embarrassed smiles on their faces as they took their seats with the team.

"Well, now that everyone is here," Professor Deed said pointedly as he looked as Sara and Gil,

"We can get started."

"Hey, Sara," Catherine said.

"Yeah"

"Nice hickey."

"I'll be back in a minute, I just want to talk to John for a second," Gil said as the lecture ended.

"Ok," Sara said with a smile.

"So, I'm guessing by that mark on your neck that you had a decent night," Catherine asked.

"Sure did; twice, then twice again this morning."

"Sure," Catherine said sarcastically as Sara gave her an 'I am serious' look.

"Really?"

"Yeah, and if we didn't have to come here this morning we probably would have gone another round and then slept. Then do it all over again.

"You know, eavesdropping isn't always a good thing. I didn't need to know how much sex you two have had," Nick said with a shudder.

"John," Gil said with a smile.

"Hey Gil, how are you doing? I heard you went off and got yourself married."

"Last week, actually."

"And you're here why?"

"Sheriff's orders"

"Wait, that woman that came in with you, Sara Sidle I think her name was, you didn't."

"She's a Grissom now."

"Well, it's about time. You two were always inseparable at the conferences where I saw you. Barely gave me the time of day."

"Well, don't expect much to change," Gil said as Sara and the team came down.

"Sara, you remember John Deed."

"I believe we met back in San Francisco last year," she said as she held out her good hand.

"We did, congrats on marrying this old fool."

"Old no, fool only sometimes."

"Hey," Gil said.

"Just kidding"

"Anyway, John, these are my teammates; Nick, Warrick, Jim, Catherine and our newest addition, Greg."

"Nice to meet all of you," he said, looking at his watch.

"I have to run, Gil. I have another lecture to give in an hour and I have to move my stuff from one room to another. Will I see you at the banquet?"

"We'll be there."

"So Griss, what's there to do in Boston? We all have a free night after the last lecture this afternoon."

"Well, what are you guys in the mood for," Sara asked.

"Dancing"

"Drinking"

"Anything but another lecture!" Was all said aloud.

"Griss, why don't we go to that little bar, I can't remember the name of it but it had that nice slow jazz music, kind of rustic," Sara said as the memories of the last time they were in that bar came flooding back into her mind. They only had had one drink before they had to leave and they really only made it to the backseat of Gil's rental car.

"That sounds like a good idea, I'm always up for some good jazz music," Warrick said as they left the auditorium.

"Think we'll actually make it back to the hotel this time," Gil snickered out.

"Ewww! Seriously, I have to stop overhearing other people's conversations," Nick said as he felt somewhat grossed out.

"Gil," said a redhead down the hall.

"Oh God," Gil mumbled as he looked up and saw her.

Uh Oh, who do you think is calling Grissom??

Sorry for the no post yesterday, it's thanksgiving weekend in Canada and yesterday was our thanksgiving. That and i only managed two hours sleep!

So i'll try and post again later on today, so stay tuned for more

Katie