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What's More Fun Than a Kiss Under the Mistletoe?
Chapter 6
Gil Grissom was leaving later than he'd planned but he had put the time to good use. As he tucked a folder into his bag, he knew Sara would be pleased when he arrived.
He walked into her apartment to the aroma of warm muffins; she'd purchased a box the day before, saving them for Christmas morning. He knew whatever she would prepare would be healthy. And for a moment, he thought about what he and Jim Brass would have eaten but Brass was not Sara.
"You are here!" Sara's voice came from the kitchen so he made a sharp right to meet her in the doorway.
When they met, they immediately wrapped arms around the other. He bent to kiss her neck with touches that brushed her skin until she squirmed under the heat of his lips. Feeling the heat of her body underneath the thin blue shirt she wore was enough to cause a flash of sensation from his brain to his knees.
His next thought went to the possibility of making love in the kitchen but she backed away, light laughter in her voice as she said, "Shower—quickly—food is almost ready." She laughed again, adding, "Then we'll do—do something else." Her dark eyes sparkled with gold flashes.
As he passed the small dining table, he noticed her notebook, flipped open and filled with her scratchy handwriting. A quick look and he knew she was making a time line of Mildred Davis and Lillian Sheffield. He placed his bag on the table.
"I've got something for you in my bag!" He called.
"Gil…" She drew out his name, "Bert! You've given me a beautiful necklace!"
He stuck his head out of the bedroom and said, "Not a Christmas present—give me three minutes."
In four minutes, he showered, dressed in jeans and a clean shirt, and returned to the table just as Sara placed a bowl of fruit and glasses filled with red-colored liquid. He pointed to the glass, asking, "What's this?"
"Cranberry, orange, pineapple, and pomegranate—it's good." She pointed to the basket of muffins, saying, "Two blueberry, two lemon, and two savory with herbs and cheese."
They passed food to each other, splitting a couple of muffins, and piling fruit on plates before she asked, "What's in your bag?"
He noticed she'd moved her notebook to one side of the table so instead of reaching into his bag, he asked, "What have you been doing?" And pointed to the closed notebook.
Sara picked up a cherry and held it between them. She knew he enjoyed the taste of cherries in a kiss. "I tried to make a timeline—I know, I know—we don't work on the why, but I wanted to see if I could figure out why." She popped the cherry into her mouth and grinned.
Grissom chewed on his cheesy muffin and reached into his bag. "You can thank me later," he said with a grin, adding, "And thank Jim—in a different way—he knows people everywhere." He pulled several papers out and handed them to Sara. "This may fill in some of the gaps—he called someone in Reno and the person in LA who found the granddaughter…" he tapped the pages. "It's brief and may not tell you everything."
They finished eating and Sara started reading as Grissom cleaned up. Sara said, "Some of this is your handwriting!" She heard a soft chuckle.
"Yeah, I was writing while he was asking questions."
Quickly, she read notes about the private clinic in Reno which had grown from a single house in the 1940s to a modern sleek campus of several buildings in the 1990s. The information read like an advertisement for a health spa. She turned to the other pages—copies of notes made by the officer who'd found the granddaughter and told her about the death of Lillian Sheffield by the hand of Mildred Davis.
Sara checked the name on the notes—Annie Kramer knew how to take notes.
"The granddaughter had gotten a letter from Mildred—her Aunt Millie—telling her of a family secret," Sara said. "Have you read this?"
Grissom returned to the table, saying, "Yes." He walked behind her and began to massage her shoulders and neck. "Seems Annie and Brass have known each other for a while."
"Granddaughter said her aunt had been diagnosed with schizophrenia years ago but until she got the letter, she had never suspected her great-aunt was her grandmother and didn't know if it was true." Sara flipped to the next page. "But her aunt sent old medical records of a birth of a baby girl delivered in Reno in September." Lifting her face up, she added, "We may never know for sure."
Grissom leaned to her face and kissed her, prolonging the kiss as his tongue bloomed with the flavor of fresh cherries. Finally, he said, "We don't know but it is possible, credible based on dates—and the granddaughter says she hasn't been in contact with her grandmother—either one of the women—in years. Her mother and grandmother were estranged at the time of her mother's death. That's in the notes, too."
"Is there money?"
Grissom gave her a resigned smile, saying, "According to Kramer, she asked if the granddaughter would come to Vegas and the woman wasn't interested. Said she'd moved on—but Brass checked—there is money. A lot of it but we don't know who gets it."
With a sigh, Sara placed the papers in a neat stack. "Let's do something fun, Gilbert." She stood and placed her hands on his face, tracing her fingers from his temple to his chin. Gently, she pulled his face to hers until their lips met.
Grissom slipped arms around her and was not surprised to feel his body responding to hers. After a long kiss and the need for air, he said, "Would there be another gift under that special tree?" He heard her soft giggle.
As they kissed again, he felt delicate fingers releasing buttons on his shirt. For a second, a thought came to him; why had he waited so long for this passionate woman to be in his life. Their kisses became fierce, demanding as rising desire become fever pitched and clothes managed to be removed as they tumbled naked onto the bed.
Long after the last shuddering breath and dozens of pulsing shivers had flowed through her body, after Grissom's muffled exclamation as she felt him grow rigid beneath her hands, she remained in his arms as he slept the contented sleep of fulfilled pleasure. Having convinced herself she would overcome her reluctance to sleep while embraced, the sweet lethargy after satisfying sex caused her eyes to close; her body relaxed and she slept in the warm arms of her lover.
The End!
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