Chapter Forty Six
Grissom opened the front door and stepped to
the side, allowing Sara to walk in with a slightly groggy Alex in her
arms. Hearing the door open, Mikey
dropped Rusty to the floor and came running.
“Mommy!”
Grissom chuckled as he watched their eldest
wrap his small arms around his wife’s legs.
Sara passed Alex to Grissom so that she could reach down and pick Mikey
up.
“Hi, Weevil. Have you been a good boy for Jim?”
“Uh-huh.”
He nodded his head quickly and pointed towards the dining room. “Dim’s in dere!”
Grissom placed Alex’s bag on the floor next to
the sofa and smiled at Mikey. Mikey
giggled at his father and wriggled in his mother’s arms. “Daddy!”
“Where’s Ant, Weevil?”
“Wif Dim.”
He leaned towards Grissom and touched Alex’s arm. “Hi Awec!”
“Alex is very sleepy, Weevil.”
Mikey furrowed his young brow. “Not wanna pway?”
Sara laughed softly as she shook her head. “No, he probably doesn’t feel like playing
right now. How about we go find Jim?”
Mikey giggled enthusiastically and
wriggled some more.
As Sara put him down, he took off running in the direction of the dining
room. “In here!”
Grissom gave Sara a warm smile as they followed
Mikey into the next room. Grissom
stopped in the doorway and began to chuckle as he took in the sight before him.
Jim was sitting in a chair at the table with a
bowl of infant cereal in front of him.
Ant was giggling softly, sending another spray of cereal onto Jim’s
shirt.
Jim looked up and smiled at his friends. “I see that feeding a baby hasn’t gotten any
easier since Ellie was his age…”
Sara laughed as she shook her head. “The sad part is…this is good for
Jim shook his head in amusement and placed the
spoon on the table beside of the bowl.
“He’s actually eaten quite a bit.
And Weevil has had…mashed potatoes.
It was all I could get him to eat…”
Sara handed Jim a towel and sat down in the
chair opposite of him. “That doesn’t
surprise me…”
“Taytas!”
Jim laughed as he wiped the cereal from his
shirt. “Yeah,
potatoes.”
Grissom sat down beside of Sara, quickly
passing Alex to her as Mikey began to climb up into his lap. Jim smiled as Alex yawned broadly and
snuggled against his mother.
“How’s Alex?”
Grissom placed a kiss on Weevil’s head and then
raised his eyes to meet Jim’s. “Acoustic Neuroma.”
Jim narrowed his eyes as he placed the towel on
the table. “And that is…”
Weevil’s small hands played with Rusty,
seemingly oblivious to the conversation taking place.
“A small tumor…a
benign tumor…on the eighth cranial nerve.”
Jim picked up Ant and placed him on his lap as
he began to whine softly. “A tumor? Is it dangerous?”
Sara shook her head and offered their friend a
gentle smile. “It’s a slow-growing tumor. It affects
the hearing first. Dr. Kanamori said that it could be years before any other
symptoms present themselves…”
Jim nodded slowly. “So…what was the doctor’s suggestion?”
“Surgery to remove the tumor
when he’s eighteen months old…”
“Eighteen months?” He glanced down at the now sleeping child and
sighed. “Will surgery correct his
hearing?”
Grissom shifted Weevil on his lap. “Glen can’t say. It’s a possibility. But, it’s also possible that it won’t…”
Jim gently tickled Ant’s small ribs and smiled
as the baby giggled. “Okay, where does
it go from here?”
“Not much we can do. Glen says that he’s a perfectly healthy child
apart from this. And the tumor isn’t causing him any discomfort…he just can’t hear.”
Weevil tossed Rusty into the air, laughing
loudly as the stuffed roach bounced off the table and landed on the floor. He looked around at his father, his laughter
fading as Grissom spoke as he signed to the young boy.
“Pick Rusty up and go put him in your room.”
“Why?”
“Because he doesn’t like to be
thrown around.
Now, go put him up and you can bring him out later.”
Weevil gave an exaggerated sigh and bent down,
his hands signing a simple word before he picked up the toy and shuffled out of
the room. Grissom chuckled as he watched
him.
“Did he just sign to the roach?” Jim asked quietly.
Sara nodded slowly. “He said ‘sorry’.”
Jim began to laugh. “I need to start my ASL classes back up…”
Grissom arched an eyebrow. “You were taking ASL?”
“Yeah…when you were ignoring your
problem.”
“I wasn’t ignoring it…”
Sara snorted.
“No, you were just waiting for it to go away on its own.”
Grissom winked at her, smiling as she and Jim
began to laugh.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Jim gathered his belongings as Sara and Grissom
put the buglets down for their naps.
Weevil tugged on Jim’s pant leg to get his attention.
“Oo weevin’?”
“Yeah, in a few minutes. I need to go home and take a nap myself.”
He smiled as Weevil giggled. He turned around as he heard his parents walk
back into the room. “Dim’s takin’ dap!”
Grissom knelt down and smiled at his son. “You need one too.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a tired little boy. How about you go find a book and go to your
room, and I’ll be there in a few minutes and read to you…”
Weevil’s eyes lit up as he jumped up and
down. “O-tay!”
“Say goodbye to Jim…”
He gave Jim a quick hug and a wave. “Bye Dim!”
“See you later, Weevil…”
Jim chuckled as the young boy ran down the hall
with The Book of Insects clutched tightly in his hands. “I see a future Entomologist there…”
Grissom smiled proudly. “One can hope…”
Grissom’s smile faded slowly as he realized
what day it was. “Jim…uh…I was
wondering…”
Jim nodded as he held up his hand. “How about we postpone dinner until next
week?”
Grissom’s smile returned gradually. “Thanks…”
Jim leaned over and kissed Sara’s cheek. “You two have a good night off…”
Grissom shook his head. “Actually, I was thinking of coming in
tonight...”
“No need, Gil.
Catherine will be back tonight.
This is your scheduled night off.
Take it…both of you.” He grinned
as he opened the door. “But, you damn
well better there tomorrow night…”
Grissom chuckled as Jim gave them a brief wave
and walked out the door, closing it softly behind him.
“That went pretty well…”
Sara tilted her head slightly. “What went well?”
He turned around and shrugged his
shoulders. “Telling
Jim about Alex’s diagnosis.”
She smiled lightly and took his hand, gently
pulling him towards the hall. “What did
you think would happen?”
“I don’t know…”
He answered honestly. “One thing
I do know though…I don’t want people treating Alex differently.”
“Gil…I honestly don’t think that will be an
issue.”
“I was treated differently when Mom lost her
hearing…”
Sara chuckled as they entered the hall. “But, you were a different type of child.”
He stopped suddenly, his face showing his
seriousness as she turned around.
“That’s true, Sara. But…that’s
not why I was treated the way I was.”
Sara remained silent, her eyes urging him to
continue. With a heavy sigh, he did so.
“Some members of Dad’s family saw her hearing
as a catalyst. My father left, I became
quieter than usual. They blamed her for
my parents’ divorce. And…well, they
basically shunned me because Mom was…different.” He chewed his bottom lip nervously. “A few years later, a family with a deaf
child moved into the house down the road from Dad’s sister. They lightened up on me because Theo was
more…different…than me. But, I was never
really accepted anywhere.”
He inhaled slowly as she placed her hand on his
chest. “What happened to Theo?”
“I don’t know.
They moved a few months later.
His father was stationed overseas…he was an Army brat…”
“Gil…”
“I don’t want our son to feel that he’s…in a subclass
because he can’t hear. I know how I felt
and I could hear…I can’t imagine what it would’ve been like if…”
She quickly interrupted him as she placed a
finger over his lips. “That’s not
something you need to worry about. Not at all.”
“Daddy!”
She gave him a gentle smile and placed a soft
kiss on his lips. “Weevil’s waiting for
you to read to him. Go…I’ll fix us some
lunch, okay?”
He nodded silently and, taking a deep breath,
walked into his oldest son’s room to find him sitting in the rocking chair with
his book resting on his lap. He smiled
and picked up the book before lifting Weevil into the crib.
He waited until his son had gotten himself
comfortable and then he sat down, flipping the book open as he began to read.
After a two hour nap, Weevil stood at the back
door with tears in his eyes. “Out.”
He sniffled and looked at his father as Grissom
knelt down beside of him. “Weevil, it’s
cold. Don’t you want to stay in here where
it’s nice and warm?”
The young boy shook his head quickly. “Out.”
“Come on, you can help me feed the bugs. Won’t that be fun?”
Mikey sniffled again and looked into the
backyard. “Out?”
Grissom sighed lightly as he followed his son’s
gaze. “Michael, it’s too cold out there
right now.”
“Code.” He quickly ran into the other room and
returned with his winter jacket.
Grissom offered his son a smile as he gently
shook his head. “We are not going
outside tonight, Mikey.”
Mikey pouted for a moment and then dropped his
coat onto the floor. “Feed bugs?”
Grissom chuckled as he picked the small article
of clothing up and handed it to the boy.
“Go put your coat up first.”
“O-tay!” He bumped into his mother’s legs as he ran
out of the room. “Sowwy!”
Sara smiled as she listened to his small feet
race down the hall. “What’s up with
him?”
Grissom grinned as he stood back up. “He’s going to help me feed the bugs…”
She tilted her head, the confusion showing
clearly in her eyes. “And…he needs his
coat for that?”
He laughed as he leaned into her and kissed her
lips softly. “No. He’s putting his coat back up because I made
a deal with him…”
Sara shook her head in amusement as she opened
the pantry door. “He wanted to go
outside?”
“Mm-hm.” He rested his chin on her shoulder as he
wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
“What are you doing?”
“Thought I’d go ahead and start dinner.” She turned her head slightly and kissed his
cheek. “It’ll probably be ready not long
after you two have finished with the creepy crawlies.”
“Okay…”
He glanced towards the kitchen door and furrowed his brow. “Where are the buglets?”
“Asleep…”
She pulled two bags of pasta down from the shelf. “Penne or lumache?”
“Weevil isn’t going to eat pasta, Sara…”
She grinned as she picked up a couple of
potatoes and placed them on the counter.
“Lumache or penne?”
“Daddy! I weady!”
He chuckled as he tenderly kissed her neck and
took a step back. “Okay, Weevil…off we go, then.”
“Gil…”
“Lumache.” He gave her a quick wink as their son grabbed
his hand and began tugging him towards the hall.
With a smile on her face, she closed the pantry
door.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Grissom placed a slice of apple in Mikey’s hand
and lifted him up. Carefully sliding the
lid of the habitat open an inch, he smiled as his son dropped the fruit
inside. Mikey giggled as the crickets
scattered to the other side of the tank.
“I skeered
‘em!”
Grissom chuckled as he set the boy down on the
ground and picked up an orange. As he
quickly quartered the citrus, he watched Mikey walk over to the three aquariums
which were homes to the
“Widdle wus!”
“Yeah…just like Rusty, only smaller…” He scooped a cup of dog food out of the bag
and handed a section of orange to Mikey.
He lifted the lid of the aquarium and poured the dog food into a small
bowl in the corner.
Mikey jumped up and down in excitement,
giggling as he watched the roaches scurry towards the bowl. “Day hungy!”
Grissom laughed as he lifted Mikey up. “Yes, they are. They’re probably thirsty too…so, why don’t
you put the orange in?”
“Dis is food, nod
odder.”
Grissom smiled brightly at his son. “That’s true, but…the roaches receive liquid
nourishment from the orange.”
“Huh?”
Mikey’s eyes narrowed as he studied his father’s face.
Grissom picked up another quarter of the orange
and held it over the aquarium.
“See…watch…”
He gently squeezed the section, allowing the
juice to drip into the tank. Mikey’s
eyes lit up as he watched his father.
“Odder!”
“Well, it’s not exactly water…but, it serves
the same purpose.”
Mikey seemed to ponder that for a moment. Then, with a small shrug, he tossed his piece
of orange into the aquarium. Grissom
chuckled as they went through the process two more times before their tasks
were finished.
“Daddy?”
“Hm?”
“I hungy.”
“Are you?”
“Yep!” Mikey squirmed in his father’s arms.
“What do you want for dinner?”
“Taytas!”
Grissom laughed as he playfully tickled Mikey’s
ribs. “Why am I not surprised?”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Dinner had been as uneventful as a dinner with
an excited eighteen month old could be.
Sara was busy giving the toddler a bath while Grissom cleaned the
kitchen quickly and then checked on the twins.
He smiled as he covered each of the boys and
whispered a soft, loving ‘goodnight’.
Making sure that the baby monitor was on, he turned off the light and
quietly closed the door.
He tilted his head and grinned as he listened
to his wife reading a bedtime story to Mikey.
Walking across the hall, he stepped into the boy’s room and leaned
against the wall. It didn’t take long
for his son to notice his presence.
“Hi Daddy!”
“Hey there…you getting
ready to go to sleep?”
“Yep. Mommy’s weedin’ me
a dory. Wanna hear wif me?”
He chuckled as he made his way to the crib,
leaning over and placing a tender kiss on Weevil’s forehead. “I’d love to listen to Mommy’s story with
you.”
Mikey’s grin was interrupted by a deep
yawn.
“Why don’t you close your eyes and listen to
Mommy finish the story?”
“O-tay.”
He was sleeping soundly by the time Sara
finished the book.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Grissom smiled as Sara slipped into the bed
next to him. “You look nice…”
She arched an eyebrow at him as she
chuckled. “Gil, I’m wearing flannel…”
“You always look nice…doesn’t matter what
you’re wearing.”
“Uh-huh…”
She rolled onto her side and placed her hand on his chest. “How are you feeling?”
He smiled, covering her hand with his. “Good…”
She bent her head and kissed his shoulder. “Yeah?”
“Mm-hm. It’s all about knowing the facts…instead of
assuming with fear. I know what’s going
on…I know what can be done. And…the fear
is gone.” His thumb casually rubbed
small circles on the back of her hand.
“What about you?”
“I’m good.”
She leaned into him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. She pulled back when she felt him shiver
lightly. “It’s winter, you know. You really should be wearing a shirt…”
His hand slid up her flannel-covered arm,
coming to a rest on the side of her neck.
His eyes darkened as he licked his lips.
“I’m not cold…”
She blushed lightly as his hand moved from her
neck and began to slowly unbutton her pajama
top. She inhaled sharply as his
fingertip grazed her painfully erect nipple.
“Are you cold?”
She shook her head as she smiled.
He gave her a half-grin as he carefully pushed
the top from her shoulders. “Then…you
won’t be needing this?”
Her response was swallowed with her gasp as his
tongue flicked against the hardened nub.
He groaned against her skin as his hand slid down her torso. Feeling his hesitation, she reached down and
began sliding the flannel pants down over her hips.
He allowed her nipple to slip from his lips as
he tilted his head to look into her eyes.
She smiled as she removed the pajama pants and
tossed them onto the floor.
Pushing the blankets off of his body, she
smirked at him. “Are those coming off?”
He nodded silently and rid himself of the boxer
shorts he had worn to bed. She raised an
eyebrow as her finger slid along the underside of the thickening shaft.
“Yeah…you do feel good…”
He rolled his eyes as he quickly pulled her on
top of him. “Has anyone ever told you
that sometimes you talk too much?”
“Hm…” She ground her hips into him, effectively
spreading her wetness over his erection.
“My husband has said things…from time to time…”
He moaned softly, his eyes closing, as she
lifted her hips and deftly guided him inside of her. His hands found her hips, his fingers
pressing into her warm skin as she began to rock against him.
“Sara…”
She placed her hand on his chest for support as
she leaned forward slightly. “Move with
me, Gil…”
He held on to her as he bucked his hips up
towards her. He groaned as her inner
walls gripped him tightly.
“God, yes…Gil...just like that, babe…”
Her fingers lightly pinched his nipple as he
continued the motion, matching her thrust for thrust. Suddenly, he flipped her over onto her back
and stilled his movement.
She opened her eyes to find his blue orbs
gazing down at her. “Gil?”
“Wait…”
Seeing an odd expression on her face, she
lifted her hand and stroked his cheek.
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head slowly and carefully withdrew
his erection from her depths.
“Gil!”
He smiled shyly as he shifted his weight. “Yes?”
She licked her dry lips and stared at him. “Want to let me in on…”
He cut her off quickly as he leaned down and
pressed a kiss to her abdomen. He looked
back up at her when he heard her soft gasp.
“I just…had the sudden urge to taste you…”
She closed her eyes as he moved further down
the bed. “Do you know how close I was?”
“Mm-hm.
As close as I was…” His fingers
parted her swollen lips as his tongue slid across her inner thigh. “And…I wasn’t anywhere near ready for this to
be over…”
She opened her mouth in an attempt to
respond. What came out was a soft moan
as his tongue skilfully slid through her wet folds. He glanced up at her, smiling inwardly as he
watched her hands clutch the sheets.
He took his time, patiently reacquainting his
tongue with her tender flesh. He groaned
against her as she lifted her hips and draped her legs over his shoulders.
Her fingers left the sheet and wound through
his curls as he slowly dipped his tongue inside of her. As he heard her deep moan, he raised his eyes
to find her gazing down at him. He
maintained the eye contact as he gently began thrusting his tongue in and out
of her depths.
He continued until he felt her muscles begin to
clench around him. At that moment, he
pulled his tongue from her. Smiling as
she cried out in frustration.
She stared into his darkened blue eyes,
stammering as she tried to find the words she was searching for.
He chuckled lightly, pushing himself to a
kneeling position between her legs. He
leaned over her, quickly pushing his tongue into her mouth and effectively
putting an end to her incoherent string of words.
She groaned into his mouth as she licked the
underside of his tongue. Her fingernails
raked across his back as the head of his erection bumped against her aching
clitoris.
He smiled as he broke the kiss and reached over
to the bedside table.
“Damn you…”
He chuckled, quickly sliding the top drawer
open and pulling out the open box of condoms.
“What?”
She grabbed the box, her shaking fingers
grasping a foil packet inside. “That’s
twice that you’ve had me on the brink…”
She ripped the packet open and rolled the latex onto his hardened
flesh. “And twice that you’ve just stopped…”
She tossed the box back onto the table, sighing
as he gently pushed into her wet heat.
He bent his head and placed a soft kiss on her lips as she wrapped her
legs around him.
“I’m sorry, Sara.” He offered her a smile as he began thrusting
slowly into her. “I…mm…I just…oh…wanted
to be…inside of you…when you…come…”
Her eyes slammed shut as she pressed her head
into the pillows, arching her back and meeting him stroke for stroke. His hand caressed her face, his fingers
tracing her swollen lips.
His eyes widened briefly as she quickly pulled
his digit into her mouth. He groaned as
she swirled her tongue over his skin before releasing it. She opened her glazed eyes and smiled as she
tilted her pelvis slightly.
He slowed his thrusts as gazed into her
eyes. Her palm rested on the side of his
neck, her fingers nestled in his damp curls covering the nape.
“I love you.”
She smiled at his whispered words, able to
muster only two in return. “Me too.”
He leaned down, capturing the sensitive flesh
of her neck between his lips. He nibbled
gently, smiling as he felt the gentle quiver of her inner walls as he moved
within her. He quickly moved his lips to
her ear, flicking the lobe with his tongue.
His breath was hot against her skin as he
softly spoke. “Come for me…”
She gripped his back as her lips found his
neck. “Make me.”
A lust-laden groan rumbled in his chest as his
mind registered her simple words. She
sucked hungrily on the flesh of his neck, her passion-filled moans muffled as
he plunged harder and deeper into her.
He felt her walls spasm around him, her nails
dug into his shoulder blades as her orgasm was finally allowed to crash over
her. Her lips were pulled from his neck
as her head fell back onto the pillows.
His mouth quickly covered hers as he continued
to thrust into her. Her screams of
ecstasy were muffled as her juices flooded over his pulsating erection for a
second time.
His hand grasped her hip tightly as his moans
rumbled in his chest. His body shuddered
as he finally succumbed to release.
Unable to hold himself up any longer, his spent body collapsed on top of
her.
She wrapped her arms around him as he placed
tender kisses on her neck, soothing the skin where his teeth had nipped a bit
too hard.
“Shit…”
He chuckled as he heard her soft sigh. Rolling to his side, he groaned as his
softening flesh slipped from her. She
quickly snuggled against him, draping a long leg over his hip.
She fought to catch her breath as he pushed the
hair back from her face.
“You okay?”
She smiled and forced herself to exhale
slowly. “Better than…”
He returned her smile as he kissed her
lips. “Worth the frustration?”
If she had the energy, she would’ve smacked
him. Instead, she stared into his amused
eyes.
“If you ever…do that to me again…”
He arched an eyebrow and lightly caressed her
hip with his fingertips. “Yes?”
She exhaled softly and chuckled. “Well…I’ll love it. But, it was a bit frustrating…”
“A bit?”
He laughed as she unsuccessfully struggled to raise her hand.
“Ass…”
“It’s not like I planned it…”
She rolled her eyes as she listened to the
humour in his tone. “Uh-huh…”
“Seriously.”
He dropped a kiss onto her forehead and rolled onto his back. “When I looked down at you, I…I had to
taste you. Right then.”
She blushed lightly, resting her head on his
chest. “You know…in all actuality, it
was probably a good idea that you stopped when you did…”
She turned her head to meet his eyes, which
were silently questioning her.
“Well…if you hadn’t stopped, it’s a good
possibility that we’d have another member of the family in nine months or so…”
His face reddened quickly. “Oh…well…uh…”
She patted his chest soothingly as she
chuckled. “It’s okay. I had forgotten too. But, that reminds me…”
She smiled as he stifled a yawn as his eyes
drooped.
“Reminds you about what?”
“We need to go by the drugstore tomorrow…”
His eyes snapped open to find her smiling at
him. “Drugstore? Why?”
She chuckled as she kissed his chest. “Not for a pregnancy test, so calm down.”
“Oh…” He
gave her a nervous smile as he gently rubbed her back. “What do you need at the drugstore?”
She jerked her thumb towards the box on the
nightstand. “That was the last one…”
He chuckled softly as he watched her eyes
close.
Grissom made his way down the hall to the breakroom, where he knew he’d find his crew. As he walked into the room, he offered his
wife a reassuring smile. She hadn’t
wanted to go into work, preferring to stay home with their children. Using his patented “GrissomLogic”,
he had persuaded her into working.
She returned his smile with a light one of her
own and a small nod of her head. Grissom
glanced at Catherine and Warrick, his brow furrowing slightly.
“Where’s Nick?”
“Night off.” Warrick supplied quickly as he looked up from
his cup of coffee that he had been continually stirring.
“Okay…”
Grissom sighed lightly as he went through the assignment slips. “Slow night in Vegas tonight. Sara, you and Warrick have what was called in
as a double suicide.”
Sara grinned at him. “But, it’s not?”
Grissom shrugged his shoulders as he looked at
her. “The first officer on the scene
reported that there were two bodies, each holding a gun…and from what he could
see, there was more than one gunshot wound per victim. He said it looked…suspicious.”
Warrick chuckled softly. “You think?”
“Catherine, we have a woodchipper
waiting on us.”
Catherine rolled her eyes as she groaned. “I’m guessing that this woodchipper
was not being used to chip…wood.”
Grissom gave her a crooked smile as he dug his
keys out of his pocket. “I’m assuming
not.”
Warrick laughed as he pushed his chair back and
stood up. “Grissom assumes?”
Sara joined in with Warrick’s
laughter as she gently pushed him out of the room. She turned around quickly and smiled at
Grissom.
“If you’re free in about 5 hours or so…want to
grab a bite to eat?”
He offered her a wink. “It’s a date.
Now…go.”
She grinned as she turned and followed Warrick
down the hall.
Grissom tossed Catherine his keys and chewed
his bottom lip. “You drive.”
She narrowed her eyes in confusion as she
looked at him. “What’s up?”
He shook his head as a gentle smile began to
appear on his face. “Nothing. It’s just…well…if you drive, the questions
will be as minimal as possible.”
She laughed as she flipped her hair out of her
face. “Don’t count on it…”
Grissom sighed as he followed her out of the
room.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sara knelt beside of the man’s body and pursed
her lips. Looking up at the officer, she
narrowed her eyes. “Who called this in?”
“Their daughter. She’s outside, seems to be in shock.”
“I can imagine.” She glanced over at Warrick, who was studying
the woman’s corpse. “What do you think?”
“Two gunshot wounds to the chest,
one to the head.
If this was a suicide, it went wrong somewhere.”
Sara nodded.
“I’m thinking murder…”
“Yeah.” Warrick continued collecting evidence. “I’m thinking we talk to the daughter.”
“Yep.” Sara pulled the camera out of her kit and
began photographing the scene.
As Warrick moved over to the male victim, he
glanced at Sara. “So…how’s Alex?”
She snapped one more picture before lowering
the camera and smiling at Warrick. “He’s
good…really good.”
Warrick nodded as he grabbed his tweezers. “Is it normal for them to wait so long to
perform surgery?”
Sara knelt down and plucked a small piece of
torn fabric from the woman’s fingers with a gloved hand. “Yeah…it’s not a life-threatening condition,
and he’s just too young. If he was two
or so when we discovered it, he’d have surgery immediately…”
Warrick smiled warmly at her. “That’s what happens when you have two
criminalists as your parents…”
Sara chuckled softly, placing the fabric in a
small evidence bag. “Actually, Weevil
figured it out first…”
“Ah…a future CSI.” He unwrapped the
blonde hair from the man’s finger.
“I think Gil is hoping for a future
Entomologist…”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” As he held the hair up, he glanced over at
the woman’s body. “Interesting…”
“Whatcha got?”