TITLE: A Pirate's Life
AUTHOR: jenbachand
PAIRING: Grissom/Sara
RATING: Teen
SUMMARY: A wee bit of piratey fluff.
DISCLAIMER: I got me no treasure from writin' this here piece o'fluff.
NOTES: Arrgh! Avast yee land lubbers. Though it not be Talk Like A Pirate Day anymore, that day be the inspiration for this fic here. Me thanks be going out to mingsmommy the sauciest wench east of the Mississippi River, for beta readin for me. This fic be set in my Geek!Kid series and it be takin place after Demon Dog.

"Rubber Ducky you're the one. You make bath time lots of fun. Rubber Ducky I'm awfully fond of you."

The accompanying squeaks and giggles coming from Betsy's bathroom let Grissom know that Sara was currently washing their daughter's hair. Sara had imparted the joys of bubble baths early in Betsy's life, and between the two of them he thought they owned every scent Bath & Body Works made.

"Argh Daddy! Pirate Time!"

Greg had volunteered to baby sit a few weeks ago so that the Grissom adults could have a date night. He brought kid friendly movies Sara had approved.

Unfortunately Robbie Grissom had taken to Pirates of the Caribbean with an unholy glee. If the toddler currently squirming in his arms had anything to do with it, the Grissom name would be associated with the buckling of swashes in the future.

Sara found it highly amusing. Betsy was quite content to play along as Elizabeth Swan. Grissom, who had been subjected to more pirate-speak in the last few weeks than in all his previous years on earth, just found it tiring.

But as parents, wanting to raise well adjusted, normal children, they both tried their best to encourage their children's creativity. So he was trying to take the pirate phase in stride. Wearing the eye-patch and pirate hat when his son asked and always helping to find the treasure.

When Brass had heard from Sara about their son's fascination with pirates he showed up with the monstrosity currently floating in the six foot tub in the master bathroom.

A two foot long, floating pirate ship his son refused to get in the tub without, complete with pirates, treasure chest, and a damsel for placing in distress.

There also was the waterproof hat complete with skull and crossbones that Sara had picked up at the toy store.

He put his son in the tub and proceeded to go through their routine. He'd give the toddler about 10 minutes to act out his floating fantasy, complete with canon fire and pirate-y voices. His son even did a parrot squawk when setting the plastic bird to flight.

"You wear hat Daddy," came the voice from the tub.

"Nar, I not be a proper pirate thar boy. Only the captain can wear the pirate's hat." His son's giggles were worth the little embarrassment he felt at using the ridiculous tone. As Grissom dipped the washcloth in the water, the foam hat was unceremoniously plopped on his head.

"You the captain now, Daddy." His son's broad smile was worth the water now dripping down his neck.

"Argh! If I be the captain now, I say it be time for washing of dirty little pirate boys," he exclaimed while starting to scrub down the toddler.

"Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me."

Sara heard the voices of the Grissom males coming from Robbie's bedroom indicating that they had finished her son's bath. Betsy was already tucked in and reading with a thirty minute limit before she had to turn out the light. Knowing her husband would be in to check on her before she left for work, she headed down the hall to start getting ready.

When Grissom came into the bedroom Sara couldn't help but giggle at him. He was wearing Robbie's pirate hat. Realizing why she was laughing, he went to take it off.

"Leave it. It is after all Talk Like A Pirate Day. I just didn't point it out to the kids. I figure you've probably had enough from your son lately to make up for a decade of Pirate Days," Sara turned back to the mirror to finish her hair. Grissom walked up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist.

"You sure are a feisty wench. Perhaps a night spent aboard the Black Butterfly would teach ye to curb your tongue," he whispered in her ear. Nipping kisses along her neck sent shivers throughout her body. Deciding she could be a little late, she turned and gave her husband a searing kiss. As she pulled back she had a smirk on her face.

"Please Captain Grissom. I've heard tales of your wicked deeds. I'm just a simple maiden, ignorant in the ways of the bedroom." The wicked glint in her husband's eyes and teasing smile let her know he'd show her about his wicked deed indeed.

And later that night at the lab when Greg pointed out it was Talk Like A Pirate Day she burst out laughing, privately thinking there were other pirate activities much more fun than talking.