Chapter Nineteen
Really Short Random Thoughts
Disclaimer et al in Chapter One.
Prompts by CSIGeekfan: princess, bubba monkey ring and solitaire. Thanks for the second set!
"Princess? Do you have a crush on your babysitter, my teaching assistant?" Dr. Gilbert Grissom asked his beautiful and very smart daughter, his first born of three.
"Umm-huh. Harlan is so dreamy."
"You're 7; he's 21."
"The same difference as you and mom."
"That's different. The years are bigger the younger you are. And he's not interested in a child, you're too young for him."
"But daddy, I'm gonna marry him. He'll love me one day when I get older. It'll just take him a while to catch on, like it did with you. Mom said you took forever."
"Sara?"
"Umm," she robotically answered as she attempted flipping over another pancake.
"Have you ever made pancakes before?"
"Why?"
"Because these are the most asymmetrical pancakes I've ever seen."
"Listen Bubba, if you cut them in pieces, pour some syrup all over them, then you'll never know what they looked like when I took them out of the pan."
She placed the last misshapen pancake onto the platter.
Grissom sat at her bar and proceeded to do as she instructed and as he hesitantly took the first bite, he chewed and then he smiled.
"Good idea. These are great, honey."
Sara hated getting bitched out by Sophia Curtis.
They had never pretended to be friends when they'd worked together.
Sara had a secret and the blonde detective didn't know it. Sara just had been having wild, glorious monkey sex with Gil Grissom and that's why she's late for getting to the telephone booth.
Ha!
Sara dusted for prints silently.
Sophia reported, "The dead guy was werewolf, his sister is one too. Weird case."
Sara shrugged.
"I'm sorry for sounding bitchy, but you did make me wait here a long time. What was up?"
"Car trouble," she replied without guilt.
Ring…ring.
Ring…ring.
The damn phone wouldn't stop ringing.
It was the lab and he didn't give a shit.
He felt miserable. He missed Sara so much it physically hurt. And he was crushed Warrick had been killed in such a manner.
Ring..
He reached over to get it, but something stopped him.
He was going to work, he just needed to get up, get dressed, put on some shoes. Maybe he should eat.
Damn it, it's raining outside.
Lemme go check my email before I head into work.
Yea! I got something from Sara.
Shit, she doesn't want me anymore.
"That's a solitaire."
"Catherine, I can see that," Grissom sounded annoyed. "Sara wouldn't like it."
"Yeah, I'm not sure she'd like any of them. So, why don't you buy her a gift certificate to 'American Eagle Outfitter' as a gesture of love and undying devotion."
"Smart ass. I want her to be my wife, not some sharp dressed co-worker. Where's the romance in that?"
He looked over his reader glasses at Catherine's expression. Then returned his gaze to the counter filled with expensive engagement rings.
"How about that one?" She pointed to a diamond and natural sapphire marquise setting.
"Perfect."
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