Title: Work of Art
Author: IrishDachsie
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I have nothing witty to say this time about
none of this being mine. So…none of it
is mine.
A/N: Response to the weekly Improv
Challenge on Unbound
Work of Art
“You’re dating a balloon?”
Sara laughed as she removed the paintbrush from
her mouth. “No…I’m painting a baboon.”
Grissom furrowed his brow. “Oh…well, that doesn’t make much more sense
to me. Why are you painting a baboon?”
“Mom’s birthday is coming up in a couple of
weeks.”
“Uh-huh…”
She offered him a bright smile as she easily
read his confusion. “Mom loves
baboons. Don’t ask me why. And, this is something that I’ve done ever
since I was young.”
“Okay.”
He pulled up a chair beside of her and sat down. “Can I watch?”
She shrugged her shoulders as she
chuckled. “It’s not that exciting…”
He smiled lightly as his blue eyes
sparkled. “It is to me.”
She blushed and turned back towards the canvas
in front of her. It was quiet for a few
moments, until he moved his eyes from the painting to look at her.
“It’s very good, Sara.”
She grinned as she added another shade of green
to the background. “Thanks.”
He smiled as he leaned back in his chair,
content to just sit quietly and watch his girlfriend create a work of art.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Hearing his cell phone ringing down the hall,
Grissom sighed heavily as he stood up and quickly left the room. Sara smiled as she put the finishing touches
on the painting, then packed up her supplies.
Walking into the living room, she watched
silently as he slowly paced back and forth with the phone to his ear. Sensing her presence, he looked up and winked
at her.
“Twenty minutes…” He listened for a moment, a light smirk
playing on his lips. “I’ll see if I can
talk her into it.”
He snapped the phone shut and smiled at
Sara. “That was Brass…”
“Figured that…”
She chuckled as she saw the excitement in his eyes. “Bugs?”
“Oh yeah…”
He slipped his shoes on and walked to the bedroom to change his
shirt. “Wanna come with me?”
“I have paint all over me…”
He shook his head as he ran a brush through his
hair. “Well…I’m going to have to leave
in five minutes, tops.”
“How about I meet you there?”
He offered her a bright grin and rattled off
the address. She nodded and headed off
to the shower.
Grabbing his keys, he heard the water
running. He smiled as he opened the
bathroom door and stuck his head inside.
“I’m leaving now, honey.”
“Okay, babe. I’ll be there soon.”
He pried his eyes from her silhouette, knowing
that if he didn’t they would both be late. “Be careful, I love you.”
“Love you too.”
She laughed lightly, realizing that he was still standing in the
doorway. “Go…I’ll be right behind you…”
A half-grin appeared on his face as he listened
to her laughter. “Okay…I’m really
leaving now.”
She rinsed the shampoo from her hair as she
heard the door close.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Brass was leaning against the porch railing
when Grissom pulled into the driveway.
He glanced at his watch as the investigator climbed out of the
“Twenty-two minutes…you’re late.”
Grissom rolled his eyes as he climbed the front
steps. “I thought I was the precise
one…”
“Well, you know…we all have our moments.”
He pushed the front door open and followed
Grissom inside. “We have blood, we have
bugs, we have evidence of a struggle. But…we have no body.”
Grissom glanced around the room,
then bent down quickly and captured an insect attempting to scurry back into
the dark. “Well…with
the amount of blood here, the body wouldn’t have gotten up and walked away.”
“Yeah…even I figured that one.”
Grissom placed a couple of the insects into
separate specimen jars and looked up at the detective. “Actually, Jim…I was talking to myself.”
“Do that often?”
Grissom chuckled as he swabbed the blood. “Not as often as I used to…”
Brass shot a smirk in his friend’s
direction. “So, where is Sara,
anyway? I figured she’d jump at
something like this…”
“She’s on her way. She needed to take a shower…”
Jim arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Busy evening?”
Grissom closed his eyes for a brief moment as
he shook his head in amusement. “For
her…she was painting.”
“Painting? Like…a room?”
Now Brass was extremely interested.
“Anything you two need to announce?”
Grissom looked up at Jim and narrowed his
eyes. “No. She was painting a baboon for her mother.”
“A baboon?”
“Yeah, apparently her mother loves them.”
“Baboons?” He shook his head as Grissom stared at
him. “Who the hell likes baboons?”
“Mom does…”
Both men turned their heads in the direction of
the slightly out of breath voice.
Grissom smiled at the brunette as she walked into the room and knelt
down beside of him.
“Hey…”
“Hey…what do we have?”
Grissom gestured towards the massive pool of
blood. “Bugs, blood, no body…”
Sara wrinkled her nose. “A lot of bugs…a lot of blood…”
Grissom gave her a wink as his grin
widened. “A lot of
fun.”
Listening to the Geek Flirting Ritual, Brass
shook his head as he tripped over the debris.