A/N: Thanks to everyone that has continued to read and review. I'm honored!
I'm not going to say to much today, so, here's todays chapter.
Enjoy.
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Paige
Chapter eighteen
The sun was high over Golden Gate Bridge. The sea was calm the beach was crowded with children, families, lovers and surfers.
Sara and Grissom walked down the beach line, their hands entwined. They held their suitcases in their free hands.
"Here we are Griss."
The pair had come to a stop in-front of the beach house. It was large, painted white with a blue tiled roof. The windows were wall size, the ones on the second floor, were only half the size of those of the lower floor.
"Wow." Grissom raised is eyebrow and gazed up at the building.
"My father left it me. I had no use for it, so, I had some building work done, painted it, then rented it out to an old couple. They passed away last year, but I've been keeping it clean and making sure it doesn't fall into disrepair. "
Sara unlocked the door and led Grissom into the living room.
The walls were painted cream. Lavender curtains covered the windows. A large white leather corner suit occupied the far left, two matching chairs sat either side, facing the wide screen television at the front of the room. A coffee table stood in the center of the room.
Grissom stood in doorway, starring into the room. He scrapped his jaw off the floor as Sara dumped her bag on the nearest chair.
"Coffee Griss?" Sara headed through a door right opposite.
Grissom followed, his eyes always moving across the pictures and ornament that lined the hallway.
The kitchen was not that different from her one in Vegas. The only things that were different were the bar and bar stalls and the large table that stood on the middle of the room.
"Sure."
Grissom stood in the doorway to the kitchen, suitcase still in his hand.
"You can put that down you know." Sara turned around a few minutes later with two mugs in hand. "Come on."
Grissom turned and followed Sara back to the living room. He dumped his case with Sara's and sat down next to her on the couch as she switched on the television.
"Sara?"
"Yeah Griss."
"Coming to bed?" Grissom entwined his finger with hers a squeezed.
"I'm going to stay here and watch a film for a while. You head on up. It's the only door up there." Sara leaned over and planted a kiss square on his lips.
"Okay." Grissom deepened the kiss, when they had to come up for air, he grabbed his case and headed upstairs, without so much as a goodnight.
An hour later...
Sara headed upstairs after the latest episode of Silent Witness had finished.
Grissom slept on his right side. He hadn't long drifted off when he felt a weight on the other side of the bed. He knew it was Sara, but he was far too tired to even turn over and snuggle up to her.
Sara pulled herself close to Grissom. She pecked his cheek, and lay her head next to her lover's on his pillow.
"Good night, Gil." Sara closed her eyes, quickly drifting off to sleep.
The sound of Grissom's muffled crying awoke Sara the next morning.