Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever owned anything CSI, much to my dismay.
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I hope it lives up to your expectations.
Grissom sighed and lay back against the headrest closing his eyes.
It had only taken an hour and a half for them to leave the lab, get home, throw things in a couple of suitcases, and head out the door.
Now he could relax. Everything was done and their first seminar wasn't to take place for three days. That gave him three whole days of uninterrupted time alone with Sara.
He sighed again-just for good measure.
Life was good.
Sara glanced at him as she slid into the driver's side of the Denali. He looked SO out of it. His eyes were closed and hidden beneath the brim of his hat-which had slid down slightly and was resting on his nose.
'Boy' she thought, 'he needs this time off as much as I do.'
She smiled as she looked him over again. His normally straight backed-knees together posture had been replaced with a slouch and his legs fell apart to either side.
Starting the car she slid her hand to rest lightly on his left thigh. He surprised her by gripping her wrist when she went to pull away-and, holding her hand in place, entwining their fingers.
He opened one eye and glanced at her, smirking. "Caughtcha red handed."
She replied by waggling her eyebrows. "Later, I promise. Right now we have a plane to catch. She shifted into gear and they were on their way. Free of the city and the crazies that came out to play at night. For now, anyway.
They made it to the airport in record time. Fingers still entwined, Grissom shifted slightly when they came to a stop in long term parking, a small snore escaping his lips.
He could be so cute sometimes.
Sara leaned over and kissed him lightly before whispering, "Wake up lover boy. We don't want to miss our plane."
Keeping his eyes closed he pulled her hand to his lips and delicately kissed each finger before meeting her gaze and releasing her hand. He couldn't believe he was so lucky.
"You're right," he said, "We definitely don't want to miss this plane."
After checking their bags the couple made their way to Concourse C to await boarding.
As they sat in the uncomfortable airport waiting seats Grissom draped an arm around Sara's shoulders and gently squeezed.
She looked up from the list of things they could do in their spare time with a questioning look.
"What?" she asked somewhat suspiciously.
A sly smile slowly played across his lips.
"Did I say anything?" he asked innocently.
"You're going to be trouble aren't you?"
"Only the best kind," he retorted grinning like a fool.
"Good," she said looking back down at her list. An eyebrow quirked, "that's what I was hoping for."
The next thing they knew their section was being called and they found themselves comfortably seated (Grissom had sprung for first class seats) and on their way to the Eastern Seaboard.
Sara watched him sleep for a good long while.
Really, she loved to watch him. She loved to see him looking so content.
He stirred and reached for her hand. She gladly gave it over.
Sara smiled. He'd been doing that a lot lately. In bed he would stir, reach for her in his sleep, and only calm down when she was flush against his chest. At work or in the car he would just reach out to her and grab her hand from time to time. It was like he just needed some small assurance that she was still there.
Her abduction seemed to have bothered him more than it had her. His stoic façade was crumbling and he didn't even care.
Sara looked out the window into the cloudless night. It was really beautiful. She reached into her pocked with her free hand and pulled out the folded up slip of paper to read once more.
Ever one for efficiency and equality, Grissom had handed Sara a memo that morning as well. The difference was that instead of reading like a normal assignment, hers read:
You. Me. On a plane to Cambridge. Three full days ALONE.
Who loves ya Baby?
ME. (G.)
Yes, he had actually drawn a heart around the G. It was so adorable that she had to smile to herself again.
"What are you smiling at?"
She wasn't sure when he'd woken up. He hadn't moved an inch. Still…
"You know, you didn't need to give me a memo Babe."
She kissed his cheek adding, "but it is the BEST memo I've ever gotten."
His face deepened in color for a moment. He still couldn't get over the fact that she thought he was even remotely good looking-never mind hot. He'd never been "Babe" before. He was a grey-ok white haired middle aged man for pete's sake.
He shuddered—only she could do this to him. Turn him into a blushing, shuddering, pile of goo.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Gil Grissom is absolutely a man head over heels in love with his subordinate, his confidante, his lover, his best friend, his…Sara. Yes. His Sara.
That's all he wanted her to be. His.
TBC after I get back from a hike this weekend…