Chapter Five

Really Short Random Thoughts

Disclaimers et al see Chapter One

Prompts from Sidle77: sheep, trauma, remote control, phone and wicked.

Counting sheep just doesn't seem to work.

That's when Jim Brass thought of the perfect answer to his insomnia.

Grissom and a long technical description.

Brass dialed Grissom's home number on the off chance that Grissom might still be working. This wasn't work related. And he used his home phone because he knew Grissom had caller id, and if he called from his cell, then he might think it was business related.

"Hello?" Sara Sidle's sleepy voice startled him; he immediately hung up without comment. Then he smiled when he realized the implications, before he drifted off to sleep.

"Nick, the baseball bat found in the yard, did you use ALS on it?"

"Yes. No blood."

"Did you swab it for DNA? Our victim died from blunt force trauma to the head."

"Should be running now."

"Fingerprints?"

"Running through CODIS."

"Good Job, Nick. When you get the results, I'll be in my office. I need to make a call to a friend in San Francisco."

"That's great Grissom, but I didn't know you had friends."

"Ha-ha-ha."

"Really Griss, I got this lady friend, who's older than me. You might like…"

Grissom left the new CSI without comment.

"Give me the damn remote control!" Sara screamed.

Grissom looked at his heavily pregnant wife and gave up the remote without a fight.

Grissom watched C-SPAN religiously.

"I don't see how you can watch that. It's driving me crazy."

She changed the channel and began watching a soap opera on the local CBS channel.

Grissom got up from the couch, but was stopped by her voice.

"You can't sit here and watch this show with me?" She sneered.

"I'm getting you a cold glass of soy milk. You always want one when you're watching it."

"I love you."

Sara dusted for prints on the phone on the desk next to the dead body Grissom was processing.

They hadn't worked together in a long time, but no one else was available that evening.

Neither CSI had spoken since they'd arrived separately to the crime scene. Even the detective in charge of the investigation dared not say a word when the two were in full geek-mode.

They worked effortlessly around the other; it was like dancing, the way their movements were coordinated, synchronized. Both appeared to ignore the other, but each was more than aware the other worked inches away.

"You have a wicked streak in you, Gilbert."

"Yeah, but you love it." He looked up at her from between her thighs, his tongue having trailed up one of her long legs.

"Yes, I do."

Grissom had covered her whole body with whipped cream, melted chocolate, nuts, strawberries, bananas and pineapples. And he was taking his sweet time with his personal banana split.

Sara was very frustrated. "Couldn't we just jump in the shower and wash it all off?"

"What's the fun in that, dear?" He questioned, seriously.

"Shower sex."

"I like the way you think, Mrs. Grissom."

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