The Real Estate Giveaway
Disclaimer: I do not own in any capacity any part of CSI or the characters much to my dismay. If I did, Grissom would be shacking up with Sara every night. I do admit to having an active imagination…
Chapter 4
Grissom stood near the pool watching the sun reflecting off the ripples of water as his mind reviewed the morning. Sara sat on the edge of a retaining wall.
After their quiet marriage ceremony at a small chapel six months ago, Grissom and Sara had continued to live their lives at work pretty much the same – and no one was the wiser that their tax-filing status had changed. Away from work, they had slowly but surely combined households until Sara's place was their storage unit and Grissom's townhouse was their home.
Both felt that they needed something different – a place of their own that they chose together. They had been working on townhouse repairs and cleaning it out (hence the storage area at Sara's apartment), readying it for sale. They had not listed it yet, but thought they'd do so after they moved out.
And so they'd started doing some research on areas of Las Vegas. At least they didn't have to look at the crime rates – those came naturally. But they talked about what they wanted in a house, school systems should they need them in the future, and features they would like to have. Finally, Sara had called one of the real estate agents that they'd heard mention in passing around the lab.
And then today. They'd arrived at this house after a night of work and an early morning of showers and breakfast. The lap pool was a bonus at this place and they'd looked through the privacy fence at it before the agent arrived.
Grissom had made a quick pass along the front of the house, looking at insect activity. It was a Mexican style stucco, tan in color with a touch of forest green along the white trim. There were flowers and shrubs along the front porch, and a well manicured lawn. A live oak tree was an added attraction to the left of the house.
The agent had arrived and introductions had been made. Jeff had handed Grissom a facts-sheet on the house, which he had glanced over as Jeff asked a few questions that Sara fielded.
Then Jeff had opened the door and flies emerged, along with the smell of death, a smell the agent didn't quite recognize. He'd asked them to stay outside, unaware of their careers, and walked in the foyer with pale skin. Then he'd covered his mouth and run from the house, depositing his last meal outside on the lawn.
Grissom and Sara had entered the house and done a quick sweep, much to the horror of the agent who was trying to recover outside. Grissom had pulled out his phone and called it in as he guided Sara away from the front door.
When the police had arrived, a policeman that Grissom and Sara didn't recognize separated them from the agent. They were placed near the pool and asked to stay put.
"Gris, I have my field kit in the car. Want me to go get it?"
"No. We are part of a crime scene this time. We can't touch any of the evidence or process it."
They were enveloped in silence again for a bit.
"This isn't exactly how I imagined everyone finding out, Sara, but it's going to come up."
"I know."
"We'll be fine."