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 14
Grissom pushed his key into the front door of the townhouse and slowly pushed it open. Silence greeted him – Sara must have already called it a "night."
He walked into the kitchen and hung his keys on the holder next to Sara's. With a growling stomach, he crossed the room and opened the refrigerator door to find that she had left a nice plate of quiche ready for the microwave for him.
Soon, the smells of warm cheese and eggs filled his nose as he removed the plate from the microwave. Adding a cup of coffee from the carafe on the counter, he sat down on a stool and scanned the local newspaper that Sara had kindly put back in correct order and placed near his spot.
That girl could trash a newspaper. He'd once spent 20 minutes looking for page 3, only to find that she'd taken that page to another room to dismember with a pair of scissors and leaving the remains on the desk as she put the article in an envelope to mail to her brother. He smiled.
The quiche was gone. Grissom rose and place his dishes in the washer, refilling his cup and heading to the bedroom – that he found empty. He looked around, but there was no sign of Sara. Flipping open his phone, he pushed speed-dial and soon her phone was ringing.
"Gris – you impatient person! I just turned onto our street!"
"And hello to you too. Where have you been?"
"Shopping, if you can imagine. Meet me and help me get this stuff in."
Moments later he was out the door and standing by her parking spot as she turned in and parked the car. She opened the door and stood, leaning over to kiss him. "I have bags in the trunk."
As he helped carry bags in, he noticed that some were from the grocery, but a couple were from place he'd not heard of before. As they piled the bags onto the counter in the kitchen, he had to ask, "What kind of food did you find at Mitzi's Boutique of Papers?"
"Card stock. Help me put these groceries away and I'll show you."
Later they sat on the sofa and Sara spread her wares out for him to see. "I'm going to make place-cards for everyone and this is the card stock I'm going to use." She held up an elegant cream stock with a small border.
"And this is for the announcements we're going to send out."
"We need to announce that we got married last month? I thought that's what we were going to do Saturday night!"
"Not to those folks silly. To our families and friends that don't work with us."
"Okay… um, my list will be short." A puzzled look crossed his face.
"Don't fret – I only got 20 pages. I thought we'd send one to your aunts and to my cousins and perhaps a few of your bug friends and maybe to a few folks that I went to college with."
"Are you going to print a warning on the outside?"
"What?"
"Well, one of my aunts is going to faint! She has always maintained that I'm gay."
"I can attest to the fact that you are not. Want me to pen a note to that affect on hers?"
"No! By the way, I need you to add two additional guests to the list for Saturday. A Dr. and Mrs. Carvallo."
"REALLY?" Sara paused. "How did that go?"
"Amazingly well. At least I now have figured out how to make the announcement - since you gave me that assignment."
"And?"
Grissom grinned mischievously. "It will just have to be a surprise for you too."