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CHAPTER 2

Sara took a deep breath, and stood a little taller hearing the woman's words. She raised an eyebrow while giving the woman the once over. Sara's shocked reaction prompted the woman to have a smug look. She was dressed in a silver-gray pants suit, the top button of her white blouse open at the throat. It was clear that she thought of herself as some kind of prize.

The woman's audacity caused Sara's anger to rise while her blood rushed furiously through her veins. But she forced herself to remain as calm as she could, fully aware that Daniel was in the room.

"And I'm his wife, and have been sharing his bed for over three years," Sara stated in a scathing tone.

The other woman's initial smug look faded as her face paled.

"His wife?" her assured tone evaporated. She had yet to cross the threshold of the room, but no longer had the confidence to take a step forward.

Grissom appeared at the door, half dressed after his shower, drawn by the voices at the door.

"Meredith, what are you doing here?" he asked clearly surprised on seeing her.

Sara turned to face him, a slight frown on her face. "Apparently you've been sharing her bed for the last two weeks," she informed him.

His right eyebrow soared into his hairline, as his lips thinned into a thin angry slash. His normally deep ocean blue pupils darkened almost to black. His gaze hardened as he appraised the woman before him, and Sara knew he was truly angry.

"I've mentioned, more than once, that I'm married, Meredith."

He'd kept his voice low, despite his anger, aware also of Daniel's presence. He quickly realized he was dressed only in his slacks with a towel around his damp shoulders. And although he had more to say, Daniel's cry was reason enough for Grissom to bring this to an end.

With nothing but a furious glare, he slammed the door on Meredith. Sara leaned against the door as Grissom strode towards their son, quickly picking him up in an effort to soothe him, purposefully keeping his back to Sara.

Sara continued to lean against the door, watching her husband with their son, as the silence stretched out between them.

After a few minutes Sara knew he wasn't going to voluntarily offer an explanation. "Well? Aren't you going to tell me what all that was about?"

Grissom sighed. This wasn't quite the start he'd had in mind for their small family vacation together.

"Her name is Meredith Parker. She took up a position a week before I did. There are four of us, altogether, in the department, and Meredith is the only woman. One evening Roman, one of the tutors and I had dinner at a nearby restaurant. Meredith was there, and Roman invited her to join us. As the night progressed, she became a little worse for wear. She insisted on walking back to the hotel. Since it was within walking distance, and we were staying at the same place, I offered to walk her back to her room.

"She misinterpreted my intent, and tried to thank me with a kiss, but I stepped back, and informed her I was a married man. I promptly left her, knowing that she was safely in her room."

"What happened, after that?" Sara wanted to know, pushing from the door, and walking over to them, as Daniel stretched his arms out towards his mother.

"Nothing was mentioned after that," Grissom sighed, as he rummaged around for a clean shirt. "I honestly thought the matter was resolved, Sara."

"Then how did she know which room to come to?"

Grissom paused in buttoning up his shirt as he turned to face her.

"I'm sorry that you've had to go through this, honey, but the simplest answer is, that everyone knows where everyone is staying. I only offered to see her safely back, because I was returning to the hotel anyway. I put the matter down to the alcohol she'd imbibed. When nothing was mentioned at breakfast, I thought the matter was resolved, and we could put the whole thing behind us. It was wishful thinking on my part. Just days later, and completely sober, she made another pass at me. I reminded her that I was married, and have tried not to be alone with her since."

Daniel fussed hungrily, as he grew more restless, and Sara rocked him gently on her hip. "Fine," she sighed. "He's hungry and we promised your mother we'd meet her for breakfast," she said, disappearing into the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, the three of them were seated in the dinning area for breakfast. They were soon joined by Betty, who immediately sensed something was wrong. Especially as Sara made quick furtive glances to a certain woman in the restaurant who wore a silver-gray pant-suit and returned the same furtive glances at her son.

A small smile graced Betty's mouth at her son, who remained oblivious to the other woman's interest in him. For any woman but Sara, he might as well wear blinders.

"She's still watching you," Sara informed Grissom, as he silently and diligently, remained focused on tearing up a croissant for Daniel, who promptly shovelled the pieces into his mouth.

Grissom sighed, as he remained focused on his son. As far he was concerned the matter was dropped. Still, he sensed that this was important to her.

"She can stare all she wants. She's not you," he responded, as he fed Daniel the last of some cooled porridge, before turning to face her and giving her all his attention. "Sweetheart, no one even comes close to you. Your love and beauty outshines them all."

"No one?" Sara enquired pointedly. "Not even…"

Grissom took her hand in his, entwining his fingers around hers and giving it a firm squeeze. He knew well enough whom she was referring to. "No one, Sara. To me, sex without love is pointless. It makes you sad. And you make very happy."

He was rewarded with the Sidle smile, and a squeeze of his hand in return.

"You make me very happy too. I guess I shouldn't blame her that she finds my husband such a catch." Sara said airily as she returned to her breakfast. "You're an attractive man, Gilbert Grissom."

Grissom snorted. He couldn't see the appeal when he looked in the mirror; all he saw was a greying middle-age man, who had been given far too many second chances than he deserved. But Sara thought so, and that was all that mattered.

"Whatever you say, my dear," he said rising to his feet, with a nod to his mother to gain her attention. He signed as he spoke.

"I have some work to finish up at the college before we leave. I shouldn't be more than an hour at most."

He dutifully kissed his mother's cheek, before pressing a quick kiss to Sara's mouth and ruffling his son's hair. He headed off to the college, all the while aware that Meredith had not taken her eyes off him.

While in Santa Monica they stayed at the house that had once been Grissom's childhood home. Their days had been spent visiting the art gallery where his mother had once worked, before moving to Vegas, before stopping by the pier aquarium. Daniel had been fascinated by the brightly coloured fish, pointing a stubby finger towards a sea turtle, that had swam sedately towards them.

On their last night, Betty had insisted that they spend some time alone to just be together, while she watched her grandson. Grissom had taken Sara to a vegetarian restaurant situated close to the beach and boardwalk. Later in the stillness of the night, a full moon illuminating the way, they walked hand in hand, along the water's edge.

Grissom nuzzled her neck, as he embraced her from behind. They took some time to admire the scenery, before returning home and making sweet tender love.

On the flight back to Vegas, Daniel had been fretful and over tired, which wasn't helped when the flight was delayed by several hours. It was with great relief when the three of them eventually returned home.

The next morning, an alarm roused Sara from her sleep. She groaned softly as she quickly shut off the alarm concerned not to wake Grissom. But when she turned toward his side of the bed, he was gone.

Stifling a yawn, she headed for a quick shower before work. As she padded quietly into the living area, she saw Grissom stretched out on the sofa, with Daniel cradled securely on his chest, both sleeping soundly. Daniel's rosy cheeks, a sign that he was teething, almost seemed to glow in the dim light, as both father and son slumbered on.

Sara couldn't help the smile at the scene. She gently stepped over to the sofa, gently kissing Grissom's forehead, and ran her fingers through her son's soft curls, before grabbing a quick breakfast and quietly leaving the house.

Stowing her things in her locker, she was just clipping her holster to her jeans, when Karson Hess poked his head around the door.

"Sara, I'm glad your back, and hope that you're fully rested after your vacation. I need you in the briefing room as soon as you're ready. Seattle CSI have requested our help."

Sara nodded as she closed her locker, before heading towards the briefing room, wondering what kind of case would bring a visiting CSI to Vegas.

As she approached the room, Hess and the rest of day-shift were already there, making introductions to someone. As she stepped into the room, he turned to face her, and she stopped abruptly in her tracks, her face betraying her displeasure.

"What the hell are you doing here?"