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 11
Sunday evening arrived, and after a day of rest, Grissom made a quiet journey to the office. He arrived alone as Sara had scheduled the night off while one of her college friends was in town. He'd joined them for an early dinner, and left them catching up at the townhouse.
It had been a surreal couple of days.
Nick and Warrick had been very delicate in their questions to Sara and him. They had asked a little about their relationship and when they had married. They asked why the team had not been part of their life together, as if they could not be trusted. They had hugged Sara and shaken his hand as they left – and promised to say nothing to the others until Grissom and Sara had a chance to decide how to share their news.
And they had given him a bit of a hard time, but nothing too painful…
Sara had cleaned up the kitchen while Nick was drilling him a bit about his life with Sara. She'd eavesdropped on the lecture that Nick had given Grissom about not hurting her ever again and the caring tone in his voice left her warm all over.
She strolled over to him as he closed the door behind their guests.
"Well, it was bound to happen sometime."
Grissom signed, "I know. But I wish we had done it on our own terms instead of as part of a murder. They deserve better than that." And he found that he'd come to feel that way, that his personal life should be shared with those he felt close to.
He and Sara had stayed up for a while discussing how to tell the others, for it was too much of a burden for Nick and Warrick to carry. Finally, they had relaxed, shed their worries of the day and slept into the afternoon.
By Saturday night, Sara was planning a dinner and had making calls to smaller restaurants to reserve a room. Before he'd left for the office, she had handed him a stack of invitations and now they weighed heavy in his pocket as he had the task of mailman.
After passing out assignments, he had stepped into the mail room and placed the invitations in the assigned slots – glad he had managed to get them all delivered without being interrupted or more importantly seen. He noticed that she had included two unnecessary ones, addressed to Grissom and Sara so that no one would know exactly to what they were being invited or by whom.
Now he just had to wait.