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From Where We Came
Chapter 10
Six months later:
The moon hung like a pearl in the western sky but Sara's eyes were on the book she held in her hand. A cool breeze rustled leaves and brought the hint of a salty scent, a whisper of calm surf. The long swing moved slightly when her husband touched it; she did not look up when he lifted her feet and settled himself in the middle of the swing. Only when his hand caressed her foot did she lift her eyes from the book.
"Must be a good book," Gil Grissom said as he handed his glass to Sara.
Smiling, taking his glass, she dropped the book and said, "Pretty good story to be as old as it is."
"How many times have you read it?"
Sara laughed, took another sip from the glass before passing it back. "It is a classic—one of good and evil in a community. I think I read it the first time when I was twelve."
Grissom stretched his legs in front of him, causing the swing to move, and kept his hand on Sara's foot continuing to massage gently. He said, "It's good to be home for a while."
Sara murmured agreement, moving her foot more securely into his lap. Secretly, she continued to worry about his health but months on a research ship had not brought a reoccurrence. They had worked for three months collecting migratory data on two species of sharks in the Eastern Tropical Pacific Marine Corridor
They would have several months to compile their report before publishing which meant they would be at home. Smiling, Sara watched her husband's face; her knees parted.
Grissom's hand moved from her foot to her ankle, to her calf, and then to her knee, gently playing his fingers along her skin. Responding to his touch, Sara leaned forward, keeping her feet pressed against his thigh, and kissed his cheek.
At the same moment, Grissom's hand slid up his wife's leg to the intimate area where her legs met. His fingers lightly touched the fabric of her pants causing a surprising sudden shiver.
His hands stilled instantly. "Do you want me to stop?"
Sara's lips came to his as she whispered, "Never—never stop."
They slowed their passion long enough to leave the porch, to close the door, to leave a trail of clothing, to find their bed. The following minutes were a haze of small movements, tender, stroking caresses that brought a sense of urgency and wonder that each wanted the other so much. A deep groan caused a special joy in Sara, knowing she had such an effect on him.
Then he was doing things he had done in the past that made her shiver with a fabulous spiral of pleasure, turning her into a writhing creature demanding satisfaction. Which he capably fulfilled. As she convulsed around him, drawing him deeply into her, Grissom heard his own moans as his shuddering climax swept over him.
Early the next morning, Sara walked several blocks around the neighborhood; she fast-walked along the sidewalks enjoying the abundance of flowers in some yards, the sweet smell of citrus trees in others, happy to be on solid ground. Occasionally, Grissom would walk with her but today his mind was on research and his body was stuck to a chair in front of his laptop.
On her return, she was surprised to find him on the covered porch, waiting. As soon as he saw her, he lifted a brown shipping box, a bit larger than a shoe box. And when she entered the gate, he said:
"You got something from Doris' probate attorney." Holding the box out, he added, "I had to sign for it." He gave it a shake, "It doesn't weigh much."
Sara took the box, saying, "Doris is—was very generous with all of us—what could this be?"
The elderly cousin had died in her sleep three months after they had helped to find her missing, long dead siblings. Sara and Grissom had been in the middle of the south Pacific when they had gotten the message about the death and burial. A week or so passed before an attorney had contacted them to say they were beneficiaries of Doris Blakeney's will which was a surprise. Even a bigger surprise came when the attorney mentioned the sum of money and stocks Doris had left to the Grissoms.
The attorney had asked when they would return home because there was also a box of personal items for them.
"It has my name on it," said Sara as she inspected the box.
Grissom laughed, saying, "Open it—I want to see what it is."
She needed a knife to cut the tape and then pulled out a bundle of packing paper to find a small wood box. Sara said, "A jewelry box? Doris didn't look like the type to have much jewelry."
Carefully, she lifted the pale colored box from its tightly packed space in the cardboard box. A brass hinge and a set of burned initials decorated the box. Sitting it on the table, Sara smiled as Grissom leaned over her shoulder.
"I'm going to make you wait," she said with a laugh, fiddling with the flat brass hook. But she didn't; she pushed the latch back and lifted the hinged top to find a faded-with-age layer of padded cotton. Removing the cotton, she gasped.
"Jesus! What?" came from Grissom along with a soft whistle.
Pinned to a velvet board was a gold colored necklace decorated with blue, green and gold. A pendant, a gold colored stone surrounded by green stones and gold leaves, hung at the bottom of the chain. It was the most exquisite piece of jewelry Sara had ever held in her hands.
Her fingers ran along the chain to the gold pendant, turning it over. "Oh, Gil," she whispered. "Look!"
On the back side was the trademark name 'Tiffany&Co'.
Grissom pulled another velvet card from the box, saying, "Look at this."
A bracelet seemed to shimmer in its own light with sparkling almost-colorless white, gold, and green stones lined up in a stepping stone pattern.
"Oh, Gil—what has she done?"
"There's a note," Grissom said as he pulled a folded piece of paper out of the box, unfolding it and reading, "These will be beautiful on you. My father gave them to my mother when they were married. I've enclosed the provenance for both pieces. The name of the necklace is 'The fruiting grapevine'—I hope you will enjoy wearing both pieces—if only once or twice a year—as a reminder of Gilbert's distant cousin."
The older piece of paper showed documentation of the origin of the jewelry in 1920 and detailed information for weights and cuts of nine golden topaz, thirty emeralds, and twenty-four diamonds.
Sara, propping her foot on a chair, worked to release the necklace from its pins and held it between her hands.
Grissom watched for a minute as she examined it before reaching around her and taking the beautiful necklace. Carefully, he slipped it over her head and around her neck where the pendant dropped to rest between her breasts. Turning her to face him, he smiled and nodded in satisfaction.
"It looks right on you," he said.
Sara looked down at the necklace on her faded tee-shirt and then into his eyes. "It must be worth a fortune. Where will I ever wear it?"
"Probably—Doris was wealthy and very generous to all of us. She wanted you to have this." He smiled an impish grin and said, "Wear it every time we," his eyebrows wiggled. "Every time we make love."
Sara answered his sensually teasing smile with one of her own. "In that case, I may wear out this chain before the end of the year."
Later that night, as the two lay curled together, warm, content and satisfied after leisurely love-making, Sara lifted the pendant, letting it swing slowly between her fingers.
With a giggle, she said, "Just think—when we die and someone is going through our stuff, they will find this and say 'What the heck is this doing here?'"
Grissom chuckled. His hand covered hers and he said, "Leave it to Lindsey with a note." He tucked his face close to Sara's ear and began to sing: "And the seasons, they go round and round and the painted ponies go up and down. We're captive on the carousel of time. We can't return, we can only look behind, from where we came and go round and round and round in the circle game."
The End!
A/N: And back to the song lyrics Grissom sang! One of the best scenes in CSI: Vegas, IMO! Thank you for reading. A special thanks to all of you who take the time to send a message!
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