Title: Orangutans and
Toilet Seats
Author: IrishDachsie
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own nothing…
Author’s Note: This was written in response to Mossley’s Improv fic challenge posted on Unbound. J
Orangutans
and Toilet Seats
“That’s an orangutan,”
Grissom stated.
Sara followed his gaze into the hall and
narrowed her eyes. “What?”
He lifted his hand in a nonchalant wave and
sighed. “You missed it. It was walking down the hall…”
Sara shook her head, chuckling lightly. “Oh?
And why would an orangutan be
walking down the hall?”
Grissom groggily shrugged his shoulders as he
laid his head back down on the pillow.
“Looking for morphine?”
“Why would an orangutan
look for morphine?”
Grissom rolled his eyes and turned his head to
look at her. “Because he wouldn’t be
able to find cocaine here…”
“Uh-huh…”
“Catherine may have some contacts for him
though.” Grissom raised an eyebrow at
her as she laughed. “What? She used to like the white powder, you know…”
“Yeah, I know…but, that was a long time ago Griss…”
He seemed to think about that for a moment and
nodded. “Her supplier might even be dead
now…” He closed his eyes and muttered a
simple statement as he fell into a drug-induced sleep. “Could’ve been attacked and killed by an orangutan in withdrawal…”
Sara laughed as she brushed her fingers through
his tousled curls. “Grissom on a
morphine pump…how I wish I had a video camera here right now…”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Four weeks later, Grissom winced as he pushed
the glass doors open and stepped into the halls of the CSI lab. Catherine looked up from the papers in her
hand and scowled at her supervisor.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Grissom glanced around before furrowing his
brow and settling his gaze on the blonde.
“I worked here four weeks ago.
Something change that I need to know about?”
“Gil, you had surgery…”
“I’m aware of that fact, Catherine. It was just a laproscopic
gall bladder removal…nothing major.”
“You shouldn’t be here…”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re still healing…and…”
“I’m fine.”
He looked around quickly and sighed.
“Have you seen Sara?”
“Have you seen any orangutans
lately?”
Grissom rolled his eyes and chuckled as he
turned around to face the brunette standing behind him. “Plan on letting that one go
anytime soon?”
Sara smirked as she shook her head. “Probably not. How are you feeling?”
He offered Sara a warm smile as Catherine
grumbled something under her breath and continued on her journey down the
hall.
“What’s wrong with her?”
Grissom shrugged his shoulders and glanced in
the direction that Catherine had walked.
“Maybe she just found out an old friend was fatally attacked by a
primate.”
Sara laughed loudly and followed him into his
office. “You didn’t answer me…”
“About?”
She smiled and repeated her question. “How are you feeling?”
“Oh…” He
closed his office door behind them and sighed.
“Lonely.”
She watched him gingerly sit in his chair. “Pain?”
“Just a little…” He noticed the look of concern in her
eyes. “Really, Sara…I’m fine.”
She nodded slowly, not entirely convinced by
his statement. “What do you plan on
doing tonight?”
“Taking you out to dinner…”
Sara grinned as she sat down on the edge of his
desk. “I meant, here…at work. What do you plan on doing here?”
He lifted his hand and placed it on her leg. “What are you doing?”
Her hand covered his as his fingers began
tracing small circles on the inside of her knee. “I…uh…I’m waiting on some results from
Greg…and then I’m going to…Griss…”
He smiled at her reaction and slid his hand
further up her leg. “Yes?”
“The doctor hasn’t released you to come back to
work…much less said its okay for…you to…uh…”
“Make love with you?”
She closed her eyes as her mind registered the
husky tone in his voice. “Yeah…”
He smiled as he slipped his hand from
underneath hers. “Okay…so…what are you
going to do after Greg gives you what you need?”
Her eyes opened and stared into his. “Greg can’t give me what I need…”
Grissom blushed instantly. “I…uh…you know what I meant…”
She offered him a wink and slid off of his
desk. Leaning over slightly, she placed
a kiss on his forehead and chuckled.
“Wanna go back to the scene with me?”
“Sure…what are you looking for?”
“Anything that could place a
convicted peeping tom in the apartment of a woman who was attacked.”
He carefully pushed himself out of his chair
and followed her out of his office and down the hall. “Any suspects?”
“Oh, I know who it is…but, she won’t testify
against him. So, I need hard evidence…”
He nodded in understanding as he handed her the
keys to his
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He followed her into the apartment, listening
to her explain the details of the attack.
“So, he was inside…watching her have sex with
her boyfriend?”
“Mm-hm…”
“Well, that’s…odd.”
“Yeah, I thought so too.”
Grissom surveyed the bedroom. “Where was he?”
She jerked her thumb towards the closet. “I’ve dusted for prints, checked for fibers…nothing there.”
“I imagine not…” He stood in the closet and focused his gaze
on the bed.
“What?”
“Well, from this angle…it would be pretty easy
to slip from here and into the bathroom…”
He blushed lightly as he caught her eye.
“Especially if they were in the throes of passion.”
“The bathroom?”
His blush deepened as he nodded. “He might make too much noise here…”
“Noise?”
He exhaled forcefully and shook his head. “God, Sara…don’t
make me spell it out…”
She chuckled lightly. “I know what you’re talking about, Griss. I just happen
to find it adorable when you blush…”
She shrugged her shoulders and made her way to
the bathroom. She smiled as she heard
his voice drift into the large room.
“There was no semen on the sheets…but, I would
assume that he ejaculated...somewhere…”
“You…assume?”
He coughed lightly and gave her a crooked
smile. “Sometimes…”
She opened her kit and pulled out the
fingerprint powder. “Sometimes?”
“I…uh…I’m just going to check out the closet
again…”
Sara shook her head as she dusted the toilet
seat.