Title: A
Author: IrishDachsie
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: An Improv challenge
from the week of
A
There was an overwhelming odor
of citrus. Grissom tilted his head
upwards slightly as he inhaled deeply.
“Lime…”
A soft grin tugged at his lips.
“Burnt lime…”
Sara stared at the pan on the stove, her back
to Grissom. “Mexican lime chicken…”
“Burnt Mexican lime chicken.” He wiped the smile from his face quickly as
she spun around, her frustration showing clearly. “You don’t eat chicken.”
She sighed heavily and glanced back at the
pan. “You do. And I thought it would be a nice surprise.”
Grissom’s eyes darkened slightly as he made his
way to her. He exhaled softly as he
slipped his arms around her waist. “It’s
a wonderful surprise, honey.”
“I burned it.
I’ve made this dish a thousand times in the past fifteen years…and the
first time I make it for you, I burn the damn thing.”
He placed a tender kiss on her temple and
tightened his hold on her. “Well, how
about we start over and make dinner together?”
Sara took a deep breath, relaxing in his
embrace. “Okay, but not Mexican lime
chicken. That’s my own recipe…”
“Secret recipe?”
Sara grinned, causing Grissom to chuckle. “Nachos? Those are pretty simple…”
“Mexican night in the Grissom
household?
That’s unusual. Nice, but
unusual…”
They worked together, methodically placing the
tortilla chips on the baking tray. As
they sprinkled the other ingredients over the chips, Grissom gently nudged Sara
with his elbow.
“So…what were you doing that caused you to
charcoal the chicken?”
She motioned towards the kitchen table as she
tossed a sliced jalapeno at him. “Picked up some pictures from Kodak this afternoon.”
“Yeah? Did they turn out okay?”
Sara laughed gently as she nodded. “Okay enough that I forgot about dinner until
I smelled burning lime.”
Grissom slid the tray of nachos into the over,
then quickly made his way to the table.
He smiled brightly as he picked up the stack of pictures from their trip
to
“The waterfall is almost as beautiful on film
as it was when we were there…”
Grissom shot her a wink as he looked up at
her. “Not as beautiful as my memories of
the water on your skin.”
“Sap…”
Sara teased, even as she quickly blushed.
She got up to check on dinner. As she peered through the oven door, she
heard the rustle of a plastic bag and spun around. Too late. She took a nervous breath as she walked back
to the table and put her hand on his shoulder.
He tried to look up at his wife, but his eyes
were locked in on the box resting on the table in front of him.
“Was it the pictures or this that held your
attention?”
He finally turned his eyes upwards to meet
hers, his heart lurching at the anxiety he recognized immediately in her dark
brown orbs. Her nervousness faded
quickly as his eyes brightened in elation.
“So?”
She almost chuckled at the excited tone in his
voice. Instead, she took a couple of
steps to the breakfast counter. Her
trembling fingers picked up the object they were searching for.
He stood, smiling at her as she slid the
pregnancy test into his hand. Just as he
bent his head to read the results, the stench of burning tortillas filled the
kitchen.
“Shit!”
They both ran to the oven, Grissom pulled the
door open. They took a step back as a
plume of dark smoke floated out.
She growled in exasperation and threw her hands
in the air. “I give up on dinner
tonight!”
Grissom laughed heartily as he pulled her into
his arms and pressed a kiss to her lips.
“You’ll have to be more careful next time.”
Her exasperation turned into amusement as she
joined in with his laughter. His eyes
widened, his laughter halted, his smile grew as she grinned at him and uttered
at statement he’d never forget.
“Maybe next time you’ll be more careful.”
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