Behind The Scenes

By: supercsi4

Chapter 31 – Law Of Gravity

SARA:

I woke up this morning full of energy and eager to see Grissom. He was scheduled to get back today and he was going straight from the airport to the lab to see me. The past couple of days on phone, he said that he had a surprise for me and promised I'd get it when he got back home. I was so excited to see him, I got into work early and what does Catherine give to me, a garbage dumb.

I was returning from my scene, smelling horribly and looking a mess. I wanted to hurry to the locker room and shower before Grissom got back, so that he could see me for the first time in four weeks, not looking like trash.

"Sara." Damn it he's back early. I turn around and smile at him. On one hand I'm beyond words happy to see him, but on the other hand I'm a little irritated again because hello, Grissom is never predictable, how could I have thought he'd be back on time. He takes his glasses off and he looks good.

"Hey. You're back." I don't know what to say to him that is appropriate.

"Yeah."

He takes a step toward me, but I take a step back, trying to keep him away from me. It's bad enough he sees me looking like this, but he doesn't need to smell me also. Plus, I haven't touched him in four weeks and I'm dying to reach out and hug him.

"Uh, I've…I've been out at a, um…I've been at…" Why am I stuttering around him?

"A garbage dump?" He tries getting closer again, but I back up some more and just smile.

"Yeah. It's so obvious, isn't it? Nice, um…You look good."

"Did you, uh, put the cocoon in my office?"

"Cool, dry, not a lot of light. It seemed like the right place for it."

"I think you're going to be surprised when it hatches."

"I have no doubt…I'm gonna…go clean up now."

"I'll see you later."

"Yeah, you will." Please follow me, please follow me. Who am I kidding, Grissom follow me into the women's locker room, never in a million years…or so I thought. The locker room was deserted, so I stripped down and jumped into the shower, but I couldn't get my mind off Grissom.

I had just seen him for the first time in four weeks and damn he looked good, relaxed, happy-- and that's where my train of thought stopped, when someone pulled back my shower curtain, slammed me against the wall, crushing his lips onto mine. Gil Grissom was in the shower with me, in the middle of the day at work. I didn't even have to open my eyes, I knew the feel of his lips. And there in the shower stall, we made love for the first time at work.

After a wonderful day at work, Grissom took me out for my surprise. He had promised me when he returned that he had something in store for me and that I'd love it. I had no idea what to expect especially after our surprise romp in the shower, Grissom was far from predictable today.

He blindfolded me and drove me away from work a few miles and when the car stopped, he removed my blindfold and I saw that we were parked at our local Humane Society's animal shelter. What the hell? What did Grissom have up his sleeve? We had never even discussed getting a dog, children yes, there won't be any, but I've wanted a dog for awhile now, I just never brought it up.

We got out of the car and he grabbed my hand, "I think we should get a dog," is all he said as we walked thru the animal shelter and into the dog room. Grissom stopped in front of a cage, holding a four year old Boxer named Bruno. Bruno was wearing a black collar with grasshoppers on it and Grissom was in love…and so was I.

We adopted Bruno and now you could say we are a very happy family.

GRISSOM:

The first thing I wanna do is find Sara and just see her, look at her for the first time in four weeks, but she's out working a case, doing a garbage dumb. She's gonna need a shower when she comes back, I could help her out--, but I lose my growing fantasy when Judy greets me at the front desk as I return to work after my long sabbatical.

"Welcome back, Dr. Grissom."

"It's good to be back, Judy."

"There are no words to describe how glad I am you're back." Oh god, it's Hodges.

"But I'm sure you'll find some."

"The lab almost went to hell in a handbag while you were sabbaticalling. I'm sure you talked to Catherine, but just in case you didn't…lot of hurt feelings, so in case you talk to Nick…

"I'd rather hear it from Catherine, thanks." I already heard it all from Sara.

"Fair enough, but, uh, permit me to say that the "Seasonal Behaviors of the Walden Pond Swamp Mosquito" was an incredibly stimulating seminar."

"And you know this how?"

"I took your course online. It's free to alumni."

"Oh, you're Spanky." Get out of here.

"Seven-four-three. I aced the final, didn't I?" No really, get out of here.

Ok, I'm back in Vegas, I don't want to talk any more about my seminar. So I head to my office and am overwhelmed with the amount of mail on my desk, including a huge cardboard box. I only sigh and leave my office again. I need to work, I need to do something other then open boring mail, I need to see Sara. But I run into this Keppler guy first.

"Michael Keppler."

"Hi, Gil Grissom." We shake hands, but Sara already has me paranoid because of everything she's told me about him.

"How's everybody been treating you?"

"No complaints; you've got a great team." I know.

"Yeah, thanks. Does Ecklie still have you slotted for days?"

"As far as I know."

"I hear you're working the double homicide at the Olympia. What have you got?"

"Oh, it's uh, bullets from Doc Robbins. I was going to run them through IBIS."

"The dead cop was from your hometown, huh?"

"Yeah. Retired."

"Did you know him?"

"You know how many retired cops there are in Trenton?"

"Well, it's great to finally meet you." With that he shakes my hand again and turns to leave.

I had to wait for what seemed like hours later to finally see Sara. She was quickly walking past my office wearing one of those blue jumpsuits and she had smudges of dirt all over her face. I wanted to kiss her so badly.

"Sara."

She turns around pleasantly surprised, as I smile and take my glasses off.

"Hey. You're back."

"Yeah."

I take a step toward her, but she takes a step back and I'm a little confused. I haven't touched her in four weeks and my fingers are aching to feel her skin.

"Uh, I've…I've been out at a, um…I've been at…" Why is she stuttering?

"A garbage dump?"

I try getting closer once again, but she backs up again and just smiles.

"Yeah. It's so obvious, isn't it? Nice, um…You look good."

"Did you, uh, put the cocoon in my office?"

"Cool, dry, not a lot of light. It seemed like the right place for it."

"I think you're going to be surprised when it hatches."

"I have no doubt…I'm gonna ... go clean up now."

"I'll see you later."

"Yeah, you will."

But I can't wait for later. Throwing caution to the wind, I want to put into motion my earlier fantasy. Only a select few people know I'm back, so if I sneak away no one will notice. It's still the middle of the day, everyone is still out at their crime scenes and the women's locker room is empty except for one single shower stall occupied.

I would never even dream about doing this if it hadn't been four weeks since I saw Sara, so I lock the door behind me and slip into the locker room. I quietly walk up to the shower stall and double check to make sure it's her clothes on the bench outside the stall. I can't help but sneak a peak in to triple check it's Sara before I get completely naked and jump in with her. Sure enough it is, but I can't get my eyes off of her as I disrobe. I slowly pull back the curtain and startle her, but just before she can speak, I cover her mouth with mine and crush her against the wall. I have never been so not in control of myself as I was in that shower stall. It was incredible and no one ever had any idea what was going on in that locker room.

So after a refreshing day back to work, I had a surprise for Sara. I blindfolded her and drove her to our local Humane Society's animal shelter. Yep, I decided it was time for us to adopt a dog. Saying she was shocked is an understatement. We had never even discussed getting a dog, but I thought it was a good step for us and I knew she would agree. We took a long walk thru the dog room and one certain dog caught my eye, he was wearing a black collar with grasshoppers on it. He was a four year old boxer named Bruno and we adopted him.