Sara and Grissom woke the next morning after hours of confirming their love for one another. Grissom opened his eyes to see a pair of chocolaty orbs staring back at him.
"Good morning beautiful." He whispered. Sara smiled and snuggled closer to him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that, would you mind repeating it?" she smirked, closing her eyes again.
Grissom wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the corner of her mouth. "I said good morning beautiful. If you didn't hear it that time you can hear it again tomorrow morning and the morning after that and every other morning if you want."
She pressed her lips to his. "I do want. Very much. You know what else I want?"
"Enlighten me, honey."
"Food! I'm starving and I'm pretty sure that it's your fault." She grinned and jumped out of bed.
Grissom rolled onto his back and closed his eyed. "It takes two to tango you know." He mumbled.
Sara gazed at his sleepy form while she got dressed. "Well then I must say," she walked to his side of the bed and stroked his face. "you are an excellent dancer. Now get your butt up and come and get breakfast." And with that she waltzed out of the bedroom.
Half an hour later when Grissom had finally gotten up and had a shower, he walked into the kitchen to find Sara washing up and Carrie heaving a large suitcase along the floor.
"Here, Carrie, let me help you with that." Grissom said, picking up the suitcase and nearly dropping it again from the weight of it. "Damn! What've you got in here?"
Carrie laughed and helped him tug the suitcase down the hall to the front door. "It's just clothes and things. I didn't know how long I was going to stay so I packed everything but the kitchen sink." She smiled.
Grissom looked confused again. "Don't you live here?"
Carrie smiled at him. "No, I live about an hour away. Sara and I used to be roommates before she moved in here. I live with this woman now, she's a cop. I don't like her much, bit of a man eater ya' know? She's blonde and she shows it. Sofia something or other." She opened the door and Grissom dragged the suitcase out to her car. Once it was hauled into the boot, Sara joined them outside.
"I wondered where you'd gone." She said.
Grissom kissed her and smiled. "Carrie was just telling me about her new best friend."
Carrie snorted. "Hardly! I was telling him about Spork."
Sara laughed and hugged Carrie. "Thank you for everything, Carrie. I love ya' sis!"
"Me too." She turned to Grissom and embraced him too. "Nice to have met you Gil. I know you'll make Sara happy." She got into her car and started the engine. "Hey Sara, we have to get together again before the wedding." She called.
Sara looked confused. "Who's wedding?"
Carrie just smiled, winked and drove off. Sara looked at Grissom, who just wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. "Why did Carrie call her new roommate 'Spork'?"
Sara giggled. "Well I came up with it. Carrie was complaining how Sofia never did anything like washing or cooking and I said she was like a Spork, you know, those little spoon-forks you get with small tins or cartons of fruit salad. The name's just stuck since then. Obviously, Spork is totally oblivious to it."
Grissom just smiled and kissed her again. "We should get going soon." They started walking back to the house. "What're you going to do with the house?" he asked Sara.
"Well, I thought I'd keep it. Maybe rent it our or something, but I don't want to sell it. Then I could pass it down to our…um…" she stopped talking and busied herself with opening the door, rushing through it and hurrying up the stairs. Grissom followed her and found her in the bedroom packing the final things into her bag. He sat on the bed next to her and watched her.
"You were going to say kids weren't you?" he asked after a while. Sara froze and looked at him.
"Would that freak you out?" she asked, carefully.
He thought for a moment. He saw images of himself with a little baby wrapped in a blue blanket in his arms. It had his curly brown hair and Sara's eyes and mouth. Then he saw himself playing baseball with his son and Sara cradling another baby in her arms, this time in a pink blanket. Finally, he saw his son receiving a Nobel prize for accomplishments in forensics, while his daughter got a grant to study Entomology. He smiled at Sara.
"Not in the slightest." He said.
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