Chapter Seventeen

Really Short Random Thoughts

Disclaimer et al in Chapter One.

Prompts by Durban: beard, first, jealous, shower, and couch.

Sara stared at the man standing in front of her.

He was just standing there staring at the dog while dressed in plain white boxers and a tight white t-shirt.

His beard was close cropped, his muscles stood firm under the fit of his shirt, and she couldn't believe her good luck to be sharing a life with such a wonderful man.

She checked out the outline of his dick in the shorts, smiling to herself, knowing every bit of it was hers.

She couldn't help herself as she continued to stare at him.

He was so damn good looking.

Grissom remembered his first time in Las Vegas.

The 21 year old Gilbert Grissom was playing poker at the Rampart casino and was winning big.

When he started to leave with his winnings, a gun-toting goon asked him to speak to his boss.

They carried him to 'the cooler'; the same concrete room where he later swabbed for evidence in more than a few cases.

Sam questioned him on his luck and Braun realized the young man was naïve and talented. So he recommended another casino as he warned him that he didn't want him back in any of his establishments.

"Gil?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever thought about the two of us maybe becoming a threesome?"

He was jealous. The mere thought of another man or even a woman touching her in a sexual manner offended him to his core, but if she was interested, then he could at least pretend to be. However, he knew he would never share his woman with anyone.

"Would it be another male or another female?" He bravely asked.

"It wouldn't matter as long as they were healthy." Big pause. "Gil, I'm pregnant."

He was relieved; then worried: A baby? Oh my God. A baby?

Sara had kissed him in front of Hodges then left leaving nothing but a letter. She'd taken all her things from the townhouse.

An inebriated Gil Grissom is standing naked in the shower, letting the water drown him as the music carries away whatever vestiges of control he had left.

If you leave me;
If you grieve me;
What will I do without you to see me through?

If you hurt me;
If you desert me;
What will I do without you to see me through?

Grissom is crying as the song ends and the CD loops and begins again.

"What would I do without you?" Van Morrison. Sense of Wonder, 1985

She smiled, watching him sleep with the phone cradled against his chest on the couch. He had been worried about her driving home in the rain, so late at night.

Grissom looked so much younger when he slept than she ever could remember him being.

She slipped out of her wet coat and damp clothes, then took the phone out of his hand and settled herself between him and the back of the couch.

He mumbled her name in his sleep, pulled her tight against his chest, but didn't wake up.

Sara was asleep in minutes, safe within his arms.

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