Title: Movie on a Night Off
Author: IrishDachsie
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The author does not own CSI. No profit is being made from this story.
Part LXXXVI
He kept checking the rearview mirror on the drive home. His heart felt as though it would explode at
any moment. He couldn’t see his son,
but he knew he was there. He gazed at
the back of the car seat, wondering if little Mikey would get carsick riding
backwards in a vehicle. He knew he did
as a child.
She watched him in amusement and grinned as her tired voice
uttered a few words. “He’s not going
anywhere, you know…”
He chuckled lightly.
“Well, aren’t you the funny one today?”
He gave her a quick glance, his eyes shining brightly behind his sunglasses. “I know he’s not going anywhere…it’s
just…I’m still having a hard time believing that he’s finally here.”
“I saw that ‘Grissom-look’…what were you thinking about?”
“Huh? Oh…well, he
has to sit backwards…”
“Yeah…”
“Well, what if he gets carsick or something?” He sharply turned his head towards her as
the laughter began. “What? I used to get carsick when I was younger…”
“Gil…” She shook
her head and smiled. “You’re just…so
cute…”
They rode in comfortable silence for a while. He continued to check the mirror every few
seconds. Sara’s laughter broke the
silence.
“What?”
“The nurses…”
“What about them?”
“Just the look on their faces…when you dressed him to bring
him home…”
“What’s wrong with the way I dressed him? I thought I did pretty good considering I’ve
never really been around newborns.”
“It wasn’t HOW you dressed him…it was…WHAT you put him in…”
Stopping at a red light, he checked the mirror once more
before turning towards his wife. “Huh?”
She laughed even harder and winced at the slight pain that
went through her body. “Gil…I highly
doubt that they have many fathers dressing their babies in a sleeper with a…bug
on them…”
“It wasn’t a bug…it was an Erythrodiplax minuscula…”
“I know that…you know that…but the nurses…” She wiped her eyes as another bout of
laughter came over her. “I think
they’re used to bunnies and lambs and such…”
“Well…Mikey is a Grissom.”
He shrugged his shoulders lightly in a gesture that said that was the
only explanation needed.
Sara squeezed his hand lightly. “Yes he is…and the sleeper is beautiful, by the way.”
A bright grin appeared on her husband’s face as they
continued the journey home.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Pulling into his parking spot, he jumped out of the Tahoe
and ran around to the passenger side.
Opening the front and back doors at the same time, he carefully helped
Sara out before moving to the back seat and gently lifting his son.
Casting a quick glance towards her, he smiled. “I’ll get the two of you settled and then
I’ll come back out for the rest of the stuff…”
She nodded and stifled a yawn. “How much ‘stuff’ do we have?”
“Quite a bit…I think they went a little overboard…”
“Well, they were as excited as we were, I think…”
“I think they’re just happy you didn’t kill me.” He chuckled as he opened the front door for
her.
She playfully scowled at him as she sat down on the sofa
and held her hands out. “Let me have
him…”
He lovingly watched her as she gently stroked their son’s
head. “He has so much hair…” She looked up at Grissom and motioned
towards the diaper bag. “Will you hand
me a bottle please?”
Pulling a bottle of formula out of the bag, he handed it to
her as he sat down beside of them. His
fingers lightly brushed through the soft dark tendrils. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on
Mikey’s head. “Be right back, Weevil…”
Sara shook her head in amusement as she gently rocked their
son. “I guess ‘Weevil’ is gonna stick
then, huh?”
Grissom gave her a lopsided grin and tenderly kissed her
lips. “Yeah…probably. Do you want me to put the stuff up when I
get it in here, or do you want to go through it first?”
She tilted her head in thought as she watched the baby suck
lightly on the nipple of the bottle.
“Hmm…why don’t we go through it?
I really didn’t pay too much attention to what they gave us. Well…except for Brass’ gift…”
He laughed as she wrinkled her nose. “You know…I kind of liked Jim’s present…”
“You would. You
probably put him up to it…” She smiled
brightly at him.
“No…” He gave her a
wink and walked to the door. “Jim knew
that Mikey didn’t have a Madagascar roach…”
She shuddered lightly, causing the baby to shift in her
arms. “You know…it wouldn’t be that bad
if it didn’t…hiss. Where did he find it
anyway? I didn’t know that they
actually made stuffed roaches that…hiss…”
He laughed harder as he opened the door and looked back at
her. “You can find anything on the
internet if you look hard enough…”
“Well, maybe we should have his access disrupted…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
After they had gone through the bags of gifts, Grissom
picked Michael up from the bassinet in the living room and carried him into the
nursery. As he laid him down and
covered him with the Jitterbug blanket, a tear formed in his eye. He allowed his fingertip to gently trace his
son’s ear before he leaned down and whispered a soft “I love you, Weevil”.
He felt a warm hand on his back. “Gil…are you really going to call him Weevil?”
He shrugged his shoulders lightly as he turned to look into
the dark brown eyes of his wife.
“Yeah…but…only to him. He’s
either ‘Michael’ or ‘Mikey’ to everyone else…”
Sara adjusted the blanket covering her son as she nudged
Grissom in the arm. “Good…because…I
just can’t imagine a commentator saying ‘And stepping up to the plate, Weevil
Grissom’…”
“Sara…he’s only a week old…and you already have him playing
baseball?”
Her smile shone in her eyes as she looked at him. “It’s a beautiful sport, you know…”
“What if he prefers football?”
“Gil, he’s only a week old…don’t scare me like that!”
He chuckled lightly as they made their way to the nursery
door after switching on the baby monitor.
“Football is beautiful too…”
“Football is…brutal.
Baseball…yeah…football…no…”
“You’re going to be one of those over-protective mothers,
aren’t you?”
She smacked his arm as she turned on the Jitterbug
nightlight and flipped the light switch.
“No…I just really don’t feel like watching my son get pummeled by 250
pound men…”
“What if Weevil is the one doing the pummeling?”
“Shut up, Gil…”
He laughed a little harder as he watched her walk down the
hall towards their bedroom shaking her head.
He waited until she had walked through the doorway before he grabbed the
stuffed cockroach from the dresser and made his way back to the bassinet.
Placing the plush toy beside of the sleeping boy, he
grinned. “Sweet dreams, Weevil…and
don’t worry…if you want to play football, I’ll talk to Mom about it.”
He watched with silent pride as his son stretched and
yawned. After another gentle kiss on
Michael’s forehead, Grissom quietly left the room and made his way down the
hall. Walking into their bedroom, he
stopped just inside the doorway and smiled at the sleeping form on the
bed.
He quickly stripped out of his clothes and climbed into
bed, making sure that the monitor on the nightstand was turned on. After setting the alarm clock, he rolled
onto his side and wrapped his arms around his sleeping wife.
She snuggled up against him and softly muttered two
words. “No football…”
He smiled as he nuzzled her ear. “We’ll talk more about this in about 8 or 9 years…”
A small huff was her reply. His smile widened as he allowed sleep to find him. After all…it would only be a couple of hours
before he had to get back up.
Grissom walked in the front door to
find Sara lying on the sofa with the baby monitor in her hand as she
slept. He smiled at the sight before him
as he softly walked over and sat down on the coffee table in front of her.
This has to be the
most sleep she’s gotten since…well, since she came to Vegas. She looks so peaceful when she’s
asleep…almost…angelic. If she heard me
say that, she’d probably say something smart like… ‘I don’t look angelic when
I’m awake?’
He chuckled lightly at the thought
as he reached over and lightly brushed her hair with his fingers. She opened one eye slowly and looked at him.
“How long have you been home?”
He had to ask her to repeat her
question, not understanding a word she had said through her yawn. She smiled as she stretched her arms over her
head and placed the monitor on the end table.
“I said…how long have you been
home?”
“Oh…I just came in actually.” He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her
lips. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. What time is it anyway?”
Turning his wrist slightly, he
glanced down at his watch. “
“Hmm…he’s been asleep for…four and
half hours or so now…”
As if on cue, a light whimper could
be heard through the monitor…followed closely by a soft cry which intensified with
each half of a second. Grissom smiled
and stood up.
“The prince has awakened.”
Sara made a move to sit up, only
for Grissom to lay his hand gently on her shoulder. “No…I’ll get him…”
She nodded and allowed her head to
fall back against the pillow resting against the arm of the couch. “Okay…go for it, BugMan…”
He gave her a lopsided grin and
proceeded to walk down the hall to the nursery.
She couldn’t stop the smile forming on her face as she watched him.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Entering the room, he quickly made
his way to the small bassinet and peered inside. His heart melted when he saw the tears
staining his son’s face.
“Hey Little Man…what’s wrong?” He gingerly scooped the infant up and held
him against his chest. “It’s okay,
Michael…Daddy has you…”
He carefully placed Mikey on the
changing table and began to undress him.
His fingers stilled for a moment as he began to pull the tabs on the
diaper open. He glanced into his son’s
dark blue eyes and smiled.
“Now…are you going to spray Daddy
again?”
A soft coo was the weevil’s
reply. A broad grin broke out on
Grissom’s face as he pulled the tabs loose and took a step back…just in
case. He shook his head in disbelief
when the spray didn’t occur. Stepping
back to the table, he leaned over and kissed Michael’s forehead.
“Now…if I hadn’t taken a step back,
you would’ve done it again, wouldn’t you?”
He quickly cleaned and changed him
before going through the dresser drawer to find his favorite sleeper for
him. He talked softly to his son as he
got him dressed and then picked him up, cradling him against his chest.
“You hungry, Weevil? Momma’s in the living room. How about I let her hold you while I fix you
a bottle? And then…after you finish your
breakfast, I’ll read you something.
Would you like that?”
He talked continuously to the child
as he made his way back to the living room.
He smiled at Sara, who was now sitting up and nursing a fresh cup of
coffee.
“You know, Gil…you’re
just…adorable.”
He blushed lightly and shook his
head. “Why do you say that?”
She grinned as she set her coffee
mug on the table and extended her arms to take the baby. “The way you talk to him…it’s just…cute.”
“Huh?”
She motioned to the monitor sitting
on the end table as he handed Weevil over.
“I heard you…”
“Oh…yeah, well…you know…I read that
it’s important to talk to them. Plus…I
really can’t help it.”
She offered him a bright
smile. “You…read? Doing research on child-rearing?”
He shrugged his shoulders lightly
as he returned her smile. “A good scientist
always researches…”
She laughed at him as he walked
into the kitchen to prepare the bottle for his hungry Weevil.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“How was work?”
He shifted Michael slightly in his
arms, watching him suck hungrily on the nipple.
Lifting his gaze towards his wife, he rolled his eyes. “Busy…very busy.”
“Well…you are one CSI short right
now.”
“Sara…”
“I’m just saying you’re one
short. I’m not saying that I want to
come back to work right now. Michael’s
only two weeks old…and…I’m not ready to leave him yet. Don’t worry.”
“Good…because…you still have at
least four weeks of leave.”
“I know, Gil. I’m not going to rush it…”
“Promise?”
She laughed lightly and nodded
affirmatively. “Yes…I promise.”
“Good.” He smiled lovingly at her as he cuddled the
weevil. “Oh…Greg wanted to know if he
could come by today. I told him you’d
give him a call…”
“Why didn’t you just tell him he
could?”
“Well…I wasn’t sure if Weevil had
kept you up all night…”
She reached over and ran her
fingers through his curls. “So
thoughtful…”
Reaching for the phone, she grinned
as he picked up the latest issue of Applied
Psychodynamics in Forensic Science.
“Gil?”
“Hm?”
“Be careful what you read to him
out of that magazine…”
His eyes met hers and she giggled
lightly at the confusion glowing in his blue irises. “I don’t want him getting any ideas about
airplanes…”
He shook his head and chuckled
lightly as his face turned slightly pink.
“Shut up, Sidle and make your phone call…”
“Grissom.”
“Huh?”
“My name is…Grissom. Not Sidle.
Haven’t we had this discussion before?”
He smirked and gave her a
wink. “Just playing, dear.”
“Be glad that I know that.” She laughed as she dialed Greg’s number.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“Hey Mom! How are you doing?”
She shook her head and stifled her
laughter. “I am NOT your mother, Greg…”
“Good thing! So…everything going okay? You feeling alright? How’s the baby? When are you coming back to work? Are…”
She stopped his seemingly unending
questions as quickly as she could.
“Greg…slow down…”
“Sorry. I’m just kinda excited, I guess. It’s not every day that Sara Sidle calls me…”
Knowing it wouldn’t do any good to
correct him about her last name, she began answering the questions. “Everything is wonderful…I’m tired, but for
the most part, I’m feeling great…Michael is…well, he’s gorgeous and
healthy…I’ll be back to work in about four weeks…” She took a quick breath before he could start
again. “And…how are you?”
She grinned as she heard her
husband softly reading an article about a new fingerprinting powder to their
son. She watched Mikey’s eyes grow heavy
at the soothing voice of his father.
Then she realized that Greg had
been rambling and she had no idea what he had been talking about. Hearing the last part of his sentence, her
eyes grew wide.
“…and then she said… ‘Latex really
is cool!’”
“So…you’ve found someone who likes
latex?”
She could almost feel him
blush. “I’ve talked too much…I…uh…I need
to get some rest. But…maybe if you have
time later this evening…well, could I come over to see you?”
“Sure…just give me a call first…”
She heard a boyish giggle over the
phone. “Planning on
something…interesting for Grissom?”
“GREG! We have a two week old baby…sex is the LAST
thing on my mind right now…” She
couldn’t help but join in with his laughter.
“Okay, okay…I’ll call you later…”
“Bye, Greg…”
Hanging up the phone, she looked
over at Grissom, who was watching her closely.
She moved closer beside of him and leaned over to kiss him. He gasped lightly as her tongue glided over
his lips, seeking entry to his mouth.
Without thinking, he granted her
entry and returned her kiss. Suddenly,
he pulled back and looked at her.
“I...uh…I thought sex was the last thing on your mind right now?”
She shrugged her shoulders and
offered him a sheepish grin. “I lied…”
“Sara…”
“What?”
“The doctor said six weeks…it’s
only been…two.”
“Do you honestly think we’ll be
able to wait six weeks?”
“Um…”
“Honey…no one REALLY waits that
long…”
“But…two weeks…that’s just…too
soon…I wouldn’t feel comfortable. What
if I hurt you?”
Placing her hand in his lap, she
smiled. “Someone else doesn’t want to
wait four more weeks either…”
“Sara…I’m holding Weevil! Stop…”
She grinned as their eyes shifted
downwards to gaze at the sleeping weevil.
“He’s…asleep…”
“Sara…”
She sighed in resignation and
shrugged her shoulders lightly. “Okay,
okay…but…would you at least just…hold me?”
He smiled as he stood and offered
her his hand. “Let me put Weevil to bed
and then we’ll go lay down for a while, okay?”
Grabbing the baby monitor from the
table, she followed him down the hall and into the nursery. She sighed lovingly as she watched him tuck
Michael into the bassinet. Turning on
the Jitterbug mobile, he reached in and caressed the baby’s head gently.
After kissing the sleeping Mikey’s
head, she took hold of Grissom’s hand and pulled him into their room. Placing the monitor on the nightstand, she
crawled into bed and motioned for him to join her.
He swallowed nervously as he
stripped down to his boxers and climbed in beside of her. “Just holding, right?”
She gave his lips a tender kiss and
nodded. “Of course…”
She snuggled into his arms,
successfully hiding her mischievous grin.
Surprisingly, he drifted off to sleep quickly. A long shift, a newborn, a warm body beside
of him. He was tired, no doubt about
it. She smiled as she snuggled up
against him and allowed her fingers to trace light circles across his chest.
Her movements stopped as he murmured softly and shifted in
his sleep. Tilting her head, she
strained her ears to listen for any sound from their son. Hearing only the soft breathing of sleep,
she smiled and returned her hand to her husband’s chest.
She watched his face as her fingers trailed lightly down
his torso, coming to a rest at the waistband of his boxers. He squirmed slightly under her touch. She smiled as she lowered her lips to his
skin.
His eyes snapped open as he fought for his breath. “Sara!”
Her tongue lazily circled his nipple as her fingers edged
under the elastic waistband. “Hmm?”
“What…are you…doing?”
She chuckled lightly and lifted her head, moving up slowly
to place a soft kiss on his lips.
“Babe…if you have to ask what I’m doing, then it’s been too long…”
He gasped as her fingers slipped around his growing arousal
and stroked lightly. “Uh…Sara…I…I know
exactly…um…maybe…worded…” He shook his
head in frustration as his vocal cords wouldn’t form the sentence running through
his head.
“Worded it wrong?”
His hips involuntarily thrust towards her, eliciting a
groan as her fingers tightened around his girth. “Mm…yeah…”
Using her free hand, she worked his boxers down
slowly. As she pressed the length of
her body against him, he realized that sometime while he was sleeping she had
undressed completely.
Smiling into his eyes, she draped her leg across his and
pulled herself up slightly so that she was straddling his thigh as she
increased her pressure on his erection. He groaned as he felt her fluid make contact with his skin.
“Sara…too…too soon…”
Leaning over him, she nuzzled his neck before pulling his
earlobe into her mouth. “Nothing was
said about mutual masturbation…or…oral stimulation, for that matter.”
Grissom’s hand slid up her thigh and over her hip as she
continued to gently grind against his leg.
“So, Gil…do you want me…to stop?”
He grasped her hip tighter as she quickened her
strokes. “No…”
Leaning down to kiss him, her progress was halted by a soft
whimper coming through the baby monitor.
She stilled her movements and turned her head towards the monitor. In a quiet voice, she whispered to the
inanimate object on the nightstand.
“It’s okay baby…go back to sleep…”
Weevil apparently didn’t hear his mother’s request as his
soft whimper quickly turned into a frustrated cry. With a sigh, she looked into the slate blue eyes of her husband
as she released his throbbing organ from her hand. “I’m sorry, Gil…”
He closed his eyes and gave a small whimper of his own as
she climbed off of him and grabbed her robe.
He watched her leave the room in the direction of the nursery and
listened to her voice soothing their son.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Over the next week, they continued to try. Each attempt was halted by an unhappy or a
hungry Michael. Grissom emitted a loud
groan against Sara’s breast as Mikey once again demanded his parents’
attention.
Gently pushing her husband off of her, she smiled
lightly. “I’ll get him…”
“The Halcion is on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet…”
She turned around to look at him as she was sliding her
arms into the soft terry cloth robe.
“What?”
He rolled over onto his back and pulled the sheet up to his
waist. “The Halcion…it’s in the
medicine cabinet…”
“Why do you need Halcion?”
“I don’t…”
“So…”
“You could put a tiny bit in his bottle…”
“GILBERT!”
He grimaced as she flung the pillow at him. “I was just joking!”
Her laughter echoed in the room as she made her way to the
door. Stopping, she turned around and
offered him a bright smile. “Don’t go
anywhere…”
He returned her smile and linked his fingers behind his
head. He stared at the ceiling and
listened to her sing to Weevil as she fed him…and waited patiently for her
return.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He opened his eyes as he felt the bed shift slightly,
alerting him to Sara’s presence. As
their eyes met, he gave her a shy grin.
“Did you doze off on me?”
“Must’ve…” He
wrapped his arms around her and pulled her over on top of him. “I’m awake now…”
She shifted her weight and grinned down at him. “Someone else is awake too…”
Leaning over him, she placed her hands on either side of
his head, as her tongue gently traced his lips. He opened his mouth to her quickly, pulling her soft muscle
inside with his own. She raised her
hips, gasping as his erection slid between her warm folds.
She broke the kiss and pulled back just enough to look into
his eyes. “Gil…”
“Three weeks, Sara…”
“Please, Gil…” She
rotated her hips slowly, smiling as he inhaled sharply at the contact. “Please…”
“Sara, I don’t…know…”
“I do…we can take it slow…”
“What…if I…”
“Hurt me?” She
smiled as he nodded wordlessly. “I’ll
tell you…haven’t I always told you before?”
He bit his bottom lip as she lifted herself a bit more,
allowing the glans to nudge against her before sliding down slowly. His hands gripped her thighs lightly as he
gently entered her. “Sara…”
“Mmm?”
“Promise me?”
She began to slowly rock against him and moved her hands to
his chest for better leverage.
“Mmm-hmm…”
His hands left her thighs, moving over her hips, and up her
sides. He caressed her skin gently as
she slowly picked up her pace. He
fought the urge to roll them over and wrap her legs around him. Their eyes met and a silent question was
proposed to him.
He smiled and gently thrust his hips against her. He was rewarded with a low growl from her
throat. Thrusting again, he groaned as
her fingers dug into his pectoral muscles.
He knew from the familiar quiver of her inner walls surrounding his
erection that she was close.
His thumb caressed the underside of her breast before
grazing across her sensitive nipple.
Sara’s body violently shook as her orgasm crashed over her. As she called his name out, his hands moved
back to her hips as he thrust into her one last time before his semen flooded
her womb.
Her spent body collapsed on top of him, their mixture of
fluids coating his lower abdomen as his softening member slid out of her. His trembling fingers raked through her hair
as he peppered her face with tender kisses.
Taking a deep breath, he smiled as he looked into her
eyes. “Are…are you okay?”
“More than…”
She settled her head against his shoulder and inhaled
deeply before whispering a soft “I love you”.
He held her against his chest as her slumber overtook her. He couldn’t help but grin as he heard
Michael whimper softly through the monitor.
He listened carefully, waiting for the demanding outburst
of tears. He smiled and closed his eyes
as his son whimpered once more before uttering a soft coo and then fell back
into his own dreamland.
“That’s my boy…” He
smiled dreamily as he rolled onto his side, pulling Sara’s body tightly against
him. He lovingly nuzzled her hair and
allowed sleep to find him as well.
Grissom sat beside of the bassinet and watched his three
and a half week old son sleep peacefully.
He glanced up at the Bug of the Month calendar hanging on the wall and
sighed. He leaned over and caressed
Michael’s head gently before sitting back in his chair and whispering softly to
the sleeping infant.
“You know, Weevil…it’s been two years now. So much has changed in the world in those
two years…yet…so many things remain the same.
People worry about what might happen today. Will we have a replay of what happened then?”
He tilted his head as Mikey shifted lightly in his
bedding. He smiled as the child settled
down quickly.
“You know…I don’t think we will. But, if anything should happen…not just today, any day…Daddy will
be right there to protect you. You know
that, right?”
He smiled as sleepy hazel eyes greeted him as Michael’s
eyelids slowly fluttered open. “Well,
hi there Little Man…”
A soft voice from behind him startled Grissom when he
reached in to pick the baby up.
“Gil…did you wake him up?”
He shook his head softly and chuckled at his wife. “No, Sara.
I did not wake him up…I was merely…waiting for him to wake up.”
Her laughter was light as she walked across the nursery to
watch Grissom change the baby’s diaper and clothes. “Why didn’t you come to bed this morning?”
He shrugged his shoulders as he tossed the soiled diaper
into the diaper pail beside of the changing table. “I really haven’t been home that long. And…you were sleeping so soundly…both of you were. I didn’t want to wake you up.”
She glanced at the JitterBug clock hanging above the
crib. “It’s 8:30…rough night?”
He followed her gaze and smirked at her. “It’s 8:28…and yeah, it was pretty rough.”
Sara moved behind him and began rubbing his shoulders. “Talk to me about it? God, Gil…you’re muscles are so…tight. What happened tonight?”
He finished buttoning the blue and white Chicago Cubs
onesie and picked Michael up before turning to face Sara. “The date…”
Her eyes immediately fell on the calendar. “Eleventh…”
“Yeah…the eleventh…AND it was a full moon. Well, nearly full…”
Sara smiled lightly at the attire her young son was
wearing. Her fingertips brushed across
the soft cotton. “Come on…I’ll make you
breakfast and you can tell me about your night.”
He raised an eyebrow at her as a grin tugged at the corner
of his mouth. “Are you talking to
me? Or…Weevil?”
Giving him a wink, she grinned. “Both of you…come on…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Grissom sat on the couch, the soles of his feet resting
against the edge of the coffee table in front of him. Michael was resting comfortably, stretched out along his father’s
thighs with his head positioned just below Grissom’s knees.
“So, what happened at work?”
Grissom took a sip of his coffee as he held Mikey’s bottle
for him. With a heavy sigh, he placed
his mug on the coaster on the end table beside of him. “Bomb threats…a couple of assaults…the
murder of a young Muslim.
Remember? The same thing
happened last year on the one year anniversary…”
She nodded silently as she scooted closer to him. Sara snuggled against his shoulder as he
took the bottle from the sleeping baby
and set it beside of his coffee mug before wrapping his arm around her. “Want to watch some TV?”
He shook his head slowly.
“No…the last thing I want to see is the same footage over and over
again.”
She watched him carefully as his eyes caressed his son’s
sleeping form. “Oh…something came for
you last night…”
He turned to look at her, confusion showing in his
eyes. “Last night?”
“Mm-hm.” She
removed herself from his body and pushed herself from the couch. She chuckled lightly as she walked across
the living room.
“What’s so funny, Sara?”
“Nothing really.
Just who the package is from.”
Picking up the small box, she turned to see questioning blue eyes
staring at her from across the room.
“Well, how many wives would think nothing about accepting a package
from…” She looked down at the label
quickly. “…the American Board of
Forensic Entomologists?”
Standing up, he placed the baby in the bassinet that Sara
had brought in after breakfast, and smiled.
“How many husbands have a wife that actually knows what a Forensic
Entomologist is?”
“We are weird…aren’t we?”
He shrugged his shoulders and reached for the package. “Anything come from Lorquin today?”
“No…”
His hands paused on the package as he noticed the
questioning tone in her one word answer.
Looking back into her eyes, he grinned.
“There’s a new exhibit on its way to Los Angeles and Morton asked if I
would attend the opening. I
thought…maybe we could go…it would be Weevil’s first Entomological exhibit…”
She swallowed her laughter quickly and covered her mouth
with her hand. “And…when is this
exhibit supposed to arrive in L.A.?”
His attention turned back to the package in his hands. “Um…last week in September, I think…”
“Gil…”
“Yeah?”
“Michael won’t remember something like that…”
“No…he won’t. But,
we will.”
Sara’s smile grew quickly until she was beaming at her
husband. Tentatively, she reached out
and took the small package from his hands.
He looked up at her and seeing her smile, couldn’t help but match hers
with one of his own.
“What?”
“You…”
He tilted his head slightly as he looked at her. “What about me?”
She shrugged her shoulders lightly and leaned into him,
pressing her lips to his. The package
briefly forgotten, he gave into her kiss as her fingers raked through his soft
curls.
As she slowly broke the kiss and leaned back in his arms,
he sighed heavily. “So, what was that
for?”
She chuckled lightly and leaned forward to place a soft
peck on his cheek. “Just for being
you…”
“You’re an odd woman sometimes, Sara Grissom…”
“Yeah…and you love me for it too, Gil Grissom…”
“Mm…yeah. Yes, I
do.”
As she disentangled herself from his arms, she looked down
at the box in her hand. “So…what’s in
this?”
He laughed lightly as he reached for it again. “Well, I’m not really sure. You won’t let me open it…”
As they made their way to the couch, he ripped the tape
from the corner of the wrapping. As he
slid the brown packaging paper off, a bright grin appeared on his face.
Sara smiled at his enthusiastic reaction. “Well, don’t you look like a boy on
Christmas morning?”
“Eve…”
“What?”
“We always opened our presents on Christmas Eve when I was
a kid.”
She shook her head gently as she laughed quietly at
him. “So, what is it?”
He held up the plastic box that the package contained. “Look…”
“The life cycle of Morpho menelaus?”
“Yeah…isn’t it beautiful?”
“It is…but…uh, Gil?”
“Hm?”
She held the display case between them and narrowed her
eyes in concentration. “Uh…what does
this…Morpho thing have to do with forensics?”
He took the case from her hand and grinned. “In this case, absolutely nothing. I just thought it would look nice in
Weevil’s room…so, I asked them to send it to me…”