Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever owned anything CSI, much to my dismay.
A/N: I have not yet gotten close to the actual STORY part of it. I like details and so far the setup has been nice.
Hang with me and the title WILL make sense later. This is my first (and depending on how it goes possibly last) fanfic. I hope it lives up to your expectations.
He was an observer.
His Uncle Herb had taught him about that.
True his mother had taught him about body language and the like-being deaf did make one notice things-but Uncle Herb had taken observation to another level entirely.
Not only was Uncle Herb a plumber, he was also an avid bird watcher. As a child Grissom had accompanied his uncle into the woods many an occasion. His primary focus had been looking for new bugs for his collection, but a young Gil Grissom also picked up the finer points of observation; noting the little differences that made one creature entirely different than another.
It was something he excelled at.
This, among other things, had led him to a career as a CSI.
Yes, observing was one of the things he did best.
So here he was sitting against the headboard in this exquisite room, crossword long discarded on the floor, observing the love of his life.
'I really should call Uncle Herb and thank him" he thought as he watched her sleep.
"How long have you been watching me?"
He smiled. Her eyes were still closed.
He scooted down and pulled her back until she was flush against his chest and wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Dear."
Truth was, once they'd gotten to the B&B and unpacked both of them had fallen unceremoniously onto the four-poster king sized bed without a second thought as to time or agenda.
He'd gotten enough rest in the car and on the plane and was more than content to watch her catch up to him so they could play.
Sara lifted her head and looked at him over her shoulder. "Seriously Griss, how long have I been out?"
He glanced at the little clock that stood on the antique desk in the corner of the room.
"About an hour and a half, give or take…"
She turned in his arms to face him and gave him a once over.
"You've been watching me sleep for an hour and a half and didn't think you might want to wake me up so we can get this show on the road?" she asked suspiciously. It wasn't like him to let precious time slip past unused.
"What's the hurry? Our three uninterrupted days don't technically start until tomorrow. I want you fully rested and able to enjoy every moment of our time together and…" he placed two fingers over her lips before she could interrupt, "believe it or not one of my favorite things in the whole world is watching you sleep. Besides, you needed it Baby. You've been going non-stop for far too long." He finished and started playing with an errant strand of hair before placing a kiss tenderly on the tip of her nose.
She cupped his cheek and caressed his lips with her thumb before replacing it with her own lips.
"When did you get all sentimental on me? You really are going to be trouble aren't you?"
"You have NO idea."
And she didn't. Not even the slightest clue.
Sorry this one's so short. Well, sorry the others have been short as well. Hopefully the next will be MUCH longer. I really don't want this to turn into a million chapters! ;o) Time's a bugger!!!