See Chapter One for Disclaimer and Other Notes

NOTES: Weekly CSIPrompts Challenge 4: Must start with the line: Most men brought her roses. Only he would think to bring her daisies. Topic: May Flowers. Random Prompts (use or don't use - it's up to you): dress, tuxedo, clown feet, border collie.

A/N 2: Thank you to csigeekfan for the EARLY prompts this week….And thanks to everyone who has been reading and reviewing this story. I love your comments. Thanks to the Ramones. I used one of your songs without permission, so if you wanna sedate me, you can. :) And without BeckyCSI, I don't know how I would get anything that's canon, correct.

Chapter 4

Most men brought her roses. Only he would think to bring her daisies.

Wendy Simms smiled as she walked into the DNA lab, where the arrangement sat, unexpectedly on her desk.

She had once confessed to a group of her co-workers while they had casually taken break that she thought daisies were far more romantic than roses.

And today, she had daisies awaiting her. The colorful bouquet of gerbera daisies were splashed in happy pinks, oranges, purples and yellows. It screamed "cheerfulness".

Only he would think to bring her daisies. As thoughts of the previous night permeated her brain, the man in question entered the DNA lab.

"Good morning, Miss Simms," he said quite cheerfully.

"Good morning, yourself, but I seem to recall that we have already exchanged morning pleasantries," she blushed.

"You are more than right, as usual, Miss Simms, but I do not think it's wise to exchange those type pleasantries here at the lab, although…." He slightly blushed at his own barb.

"I'll see you in the morning, after shift?" She questioned as he turned to leave.

"Most definitely," his thousand watt smile lit the room.

Sara loved it when Grissom dressed in a tuxedo; there was definitely something about that man when dressed such as he was now: standing before her looking like James Bond.

Gil loved it when Sara wore evening appeal; he admired her luscious curves as the dress clung to her, accentuating her very pregnant stomach; she looked very much like the mythological fertility goddess, Artemis.

They stared at each other hungrily, lustfully before Grissom spoke, "We really need to leave, now. We don't want to be late."

Sara smirked and unconsciously stroked her prominent stomach. "Are you sure about that?"

"Sara, we have all the time in the world to do what we are both thinking about right now, but darling, we really need to make at least an appearance at this function, then we can come home and…." he waggled his eyebrows at her.

She found that his suggestion had her thinking about things best kept private. "Yeah, I guess we should go. The Sheriff and the Undersheriff were both adamant for the two of us to attend this soirée."

"Sara, you know I don't like playing politics…"

"I know, but sometimes we have to." She touched his cheek with the palm of her hand, and he pulled her body as close to his as his son would allow. The kiss was short, but held the promise of things to come.

"Let go." He ushered her to their front door and led her carefully down the steps, then he opened the door of their blue Mercedes and helped her into the car.

They made good time to the ballroom at the Mirage, where this year's annual gala for the Benevolent Policemen's Ball; their car was whisked away by a young valet parking attendant and they entered the ballroom with pomp and circumstances becoming the situation.

"Dr. and Mrs. Gilbert A. Grissom, both of the Crime Lab, have now arrived." The voice was almost mechanical, but it carried over the din of noise, making sure everyone there was aware of their arrival.

Couples were dancing, as a big band played standards from the 1940's. The man who had announced them, escorted the pair to their table, where Grissom became uncomfortably aware they were seated at the same table as the Sheriff of Clark County, Nevada.

Sara was shocked to see someone sitting to the right of the Sheriff's wife, Melinda: it was the clerk from the skateboard shop that she had questioned only two days ago. He met her eye steadily as they were introduced. The young man did not share the same last name as the sheriff Sara realized or she would have asked him if he were related to her boss.

Sara sat down beside Cody Johnson, as Grissom took the place immediately to her right. Sara smiled at Cody, who stopped her before she could speak.

"Umm, I need to talk to you about something," he whispered into her ear.

His mother found the situation amusing. She thought her son, who was known to flirt with many girls and women, was crazy for chatting with the highly regarded CSI, who was pregnant with the well-known supervisor of the Crime Lab's child.

"Cody, son. Leave the Grissom's to enjoy the party." Melinda's voice was barely heard over the din of noise in the ballroom.

Cody turned to her mother and told her, "It's about that case I was telling you about, the tourist kid that was found floating at Lake Mead. She questioned me and I have some new info."

"Why didn't you go to your step-father about it?" Mrs. Atwater asked, motioning to her husband as the sheriff took her hand warmly into his.

Sheriff Atwater looked to his wife, "Honey, if Cody has information for the CSI's, then he should give the info to them, not me. I'm not even sure why CSI Grissom would be questioning him anyway."

Grissom began, "We had a floater out at Lake Mead this past Sunday night, it would found during our investigation that the young man had been dropped off by his father at the Sunrise Manor Skatepark and CSI Grissom here questioned your son in the course of our investigation."

"But I didn't realize he was your son." Sara interrupted her husband. Everyone at the table smiled at her apparent discomfort.

Cody came to her rescue, "Mrs. Grissom, I should have told you, but I didn't want to cause a commotion or anything, but I do have some interesting news for you, but if you feel the need for me to come down to the station for formal questioning, that's okay. I didn't really want to come to this, anyway." His laughed.

"Are you a suspect, now?" Sara asked.

"No, I just have more info than I did the last time we talked." Cody replied, as his parents looked at him curiously.

"Then let's go somewhere quiet and you can tell me, if my husband doesn't mind, then perhaps you'd like to dance?" Sara's eyes twinkled when she looked at her now flustered husband. He bowed his had down and nodded.

As Cody was helping Sara to her feet, the Sheriff unexpectedly said, "Watch out Sara, the boy has clown feet, so watch your toes when you dance."

Everyone laughed as the tension dissipated between the Atwater family and the Grissom family.

Sara recognized the tune as 'The Very Thought of You' as the young man gracefully held her in his arms, swaying to the music. The sound of Cody's voice strong against her ear; he wasn't whispering sweet nothings to her.

"I saw someone skating on the board Duncan bought. He comes to the park a good bit and he's a poser. His name is Eric Sinclair. He's friends with one of the guys on my skate team, Nick Wrigley. Nick's a good skater, Eric's a wannabe."

"How do you know it's the same board?"

"I guess you know when somebody's finger prints are the same or when somebody used the same gun to kill a bunch of people, because that's your job. Well, skating is mine. I know every brand name, every part, every board that I sell and that board was the one I sold to Duncan Green."

"I guess I need to find this Eric and see if he knows anything about Duncan. When does he come to the skatepark?"

"Nick is there everyday, in fact, he works for me when I have to go to balls to dance with beautiful pregnant women." Cody smiled at Sara; returned it, blushing somewhat. Cody continued, "I imagine Eric is there right now, too. He follows Nick around like he's god or something."

"Anything else?" Sara asked as the music and their dance was coming to a close.

"Well, Eric left the board on my counter in the shop as him and Nick were looking at the new Emerica shoes, we just got in. I noticed the board and remembered because I only shown you the receipt an hour or so before. I looked at the board to make sure. Well, Mrs. Grissom, can I call you Sara?" Sara nodded her head, 'yes' and Cody continued, "Sara, I think there was blood all over the board."

"Why didn't you call me with that information? I know I left you my card." She looked intently at the well dressed young man in a tuxedo, she thought Cody filled the suit out nicely, she quickly glanced at her husband who was engaged in conversation with the boy's step-father, but Grissom looked debonair.

"I forgot, because some little kid came in screaming wanting me to call his momma, cause he was hurt. The kid knocked the skateboard off onto the floor and I forgot about it until I saw you and your hubby come to our table."

The next morning when Sara met Cody at the skatepark, she was feeling a little drug out, because after the ball, Grissom had taken her home and shown her how much he truly loved her.

Cody had told her that Eric would more than likely show up there sometime that morning, so she'd brought Officer Mitchell with her, just in case.

Sara watched as Cody's border collie, Tristan, jumped around on his leash as Cody unlocked the door to the skateshop.

The park was already in operation, but the shop wasn't open yet. There were several kids milling about the door to the shop, noticing the uniformed policeman. Cody had greeted them all upon their arrival, ignoring their pointed looks at the policeman. Cody spoke to one of the boys, a dark haired child who appeared to be about 10, "Hey whimpie, where's your bro?"

"Him and that wank of his will be here soon," as the group of skaters made their way back to the concrete course that boasted of two half-pikes, a pool and a nice set of stairs with rails, steadfastly attempting to ignore the fact that the 'po-po' was there.

The music was blaring a band Sara recognized as she watched the skaters grinding to the sound of the Ramones.

"Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated

Nothin' to do and no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated

Just get me to the airport put me on a plane

Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane

I can't control my fingers I can't control my brain

Oh no no no no no…"

Cody laughed when he realized Sara was singing along to the Ramones. He watched her as she stood at the observation window that allowed a parent or other skaters to view the entire skate area.

She watched, fascinated as the skaters -- it surprised her to see several girls skating -- performing knee tucks, airwalks, backside flips, monkey flips, 180's and 360's. She didn't know what the tricks were called but she did enjoy watching them skate. She laughed when she saw a little boy of about five, perform a kickflip then promptly he fall on his bottom, grimacing.

Tristan came to stand next to Sara as she was mesmerized by the activity at the park. The dog clearly smelled Bruno's scent on her, as he nosed her clothing. Sara mindlessly petted the animal, as Cody prepared the shop to open to the public. Officer Mitchell stood, unobtrusively near the entrance to the store.

Nick Wrigley and Eric Sinclair walked into the skateshop and Cody brightly said, "Hey dudes, I want to you to met this chick that works for my step-dad. Her name is Sara and she's cool." Cody noticed Eric was carrying the Ali Boulala pink 'Flip' deck, with 'Tensor' trucks, 'Ricta' wheels and neon pink grip tape.

Both of the young men smiled at the woman who stood with her back to them. When she turned around, they saw her prominent belly.

Nick looked at Cody, "Dude, you're step-father knocked that girl up?"

"No dude. She just works for him." Cody laughed as Sara looked at them with an intense glare. She could see traces of blood along the lip of the skateboard.

She stepped toward Eric, "I'd really like to see your board, Eric."

He looked frightened and began to turn toward the door. Then Officer Mitchell made his presence known to the petrified youth. Mitch had his hand on his service revolver and the boy froze.

"I didn't kill him." Eric stammered.

Sara smiled, "I never said you did, but you have a dead boy's skateboard with blood along the edge. So that does make you a suspect. Mitch cuff him."

TBC