A Little Color by jenbachand [ - ]
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Category: CSI - Ship Ahoy! > Gil/Sara
Characters: Gil Grissom, Sara Sidle
Rating: G
Genres: Established Relationship, Romance
Warnings: None

Summary: Grissom does a little shopping and acquires some interesting things.

Story Notes:
Some fluff. Thanks to losingntrnslatn & mingsmommy for the betas. For partly_bouncy's over due birthday present. She linked me to this picture & I was off. Spoilers through 8x17.

Originally published 14 July 2008

When Sara and Hank headed out for their run, Grissom followed them outside to peruse the items at the neighbor's yard sale. They really didn't need more stuff, because heaven knew they had had a difficult enough time combining two established households. But there was a lovely assortment of colored glass vases which caught her eye just before Hank jerked the leash. Using the eager dog as her excuse, she resisted temptation and they were off.

At the end of their three mile run, as Sara rounded the corner of the house to the back yard, Hank only slightly dragging her along behind him, she had to stifle a giggle.

Gil Grissom was on their deck sitting on A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles bike, to be oh, so precise and it was way too short for his frame. He had his eyes closed as he rocked back and forth on his feet, moving the bike as he did. Hank's bark of greeting made him look up and give them a shy smile.

"You do realize you're a little big for that bike, right?" Sara asked. "But if you're interested in a career change to extreme sports, we could probably get you a bike more your size." Her lips twisted in a grin hiding grimace. "Maybe even a nuclear altered reptile themed one."

Grissom shrugged, laid one hand across the handlebars and reached to scratch Hank's ears with the other.

"Joey, the kid next door? Well, he gave me a hard luck story about how he only needed to sell the bike so that he could be done with his part of the yard sale, and that he'd make me a really good deal if I was interested. For ten bucks I figured it'd be a good donation to the family shelter." He looked up at Sara, idly twisting his ring in a newfound habit they shared.

It was so thoughtful. So boyishly cute and adorable and so very, very Grissom, and it all served to make her heart flutter.

"I think it's a wonderful idea," Sara leaned down to kiss him; soft and slow, smiling against his mouth as his hands came up to hold her at the waist. She only backed off when Hank tugged on the leash again. "We'll load it up after I grab a shower and go drop it off. You'll have made some kid's day."

Walking into the house, she unclipped the leash from Hank's collar and he hurried off to the water bowl. The cool of the air conditioning made her skin prickle, and as she stripped off her shirt something colorful caught her eye from the table. One of the cobalt colored glass vases from the sale next door, filled with fragrant roses from their garden, sat beckoning her to come and smell them.

"I thought you might like it," the voice of her love whispered huskily in her ear. She nodded and savored the feeling of his body close to hers. His thoughtfulness and love still overwhelmed her at times. The last year had been both hurtful and healing, but from the moment she returned to Las Vegas, returned to Grissom and their home, she felt refreshed in both body and spirit. Though it had taken the tragedy of Warrick's death to gather the courage and finally return to Vegas, that was not what had brought her back to Grissom. It was, as she had told him over and over while she was away, the knowledge that wherever he was, that was her home.

And standing there, in their too cold house, wrapped in the arms of the man who loved her and with her arms and love encircling him as well, Sara was at peace.