Spoilers: YGM and very slight PNN
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Summary: G/S (some W/C & N/OC) - Grissom wakes up the morning after the team's crazy night of charades...
Chapter 56 - Always knew you'd make a good gorilla!
Word of Grissom's heroics spread quickly through the night shift. Nick and Warrick both offered to buy him a beer. Greg made a point of comically backing away when Grissom came near him. Brass slapped him on the back and announced, "Always knew you'd make a good gorilla if you pulled your head out of your ass." Grissom didn't bother asking what a gorilla was; he figured it must have had something to do with the Jersey Mafia that Brass had cut his policing teeth on. Catherine simply smiled approvingly and nodded.
Even Doc Robbins made a jovial comment. "Aha, I thought you had at least a few human bones in that body of yours!" A reserved-looking David, though, said nothing. Grissom wondered if the young coroner still had a crush on Sara.
By the time shift ended, Grissom was thoroughly sick of the CSI grapevine and was beginning to empathize with Sara's reaction a few days ago. "Ready to get out of here?" He addressed his question to her back as she bent over a stereoscope.
"Yeah, just give me one second..." Her voice trailed off as she examined whatever was under the 'scope. A few seconds later she straightened up, smiling. "Beer brawl, for sure." Placing her hands in the small of her back and stretching, she nodded to him. "Ok, let's go. You drive, my back is killing me. How the hell am I gonna carry all my stuff to the car, argh!"
Grissom smiled as they walked out the door. "Hey, that's why you have me. My back's just about recovered from carrying you around last time." Sara only sighed, settling herself into the passenger seat, and waved at Grissom to go ahead and drive.
They had just started packing up the necessities of Sara's life when her phone rang. "Hello? Hey Nick!" She paused, a disappointed look on her face. "No, lunch is no good - I'm, uh, packing some of my stuff up. To move. Sort of." She cast a look of exasperation at the phone. "Later. It's kinda... complicated to explain. Yeah I guess if you want to." Covering the mouthpiece, she asked Grissom, who was struggling with her full-length mirror "Ok with you if Nick comes over to help?" He nodded and she relayed the message to Nick.
Nick knocked on her door twenty minutes later. The first words out of his mouth were, "Where are you moving to, Sar?"
She flushed and shook her head, pulling the door open wider, revealing a sweating Grissom. "She's moving in with me," he told Nick calmly, enjoying the look of astonishment on the younger man's face.
"Like, living with you? Sara's going to move in with you, Grissom?"
Sara smacked him in the back of the head playfully. "Yes, Nicky. Are you getting all this?" She grinned. "Well anyway, for now it's a trial run. We'll make an actual decision some other time." She opened her mouth to continue but was interrupted by the ring of the phone. "Well I'm popular today. Get that, would you Grissom?"
He gave her a dubious look, but picked up the phone. "Hello? Oh geez, it's you, Warrick. Who's left to call? You don't have Catherine there with you too, do you?" He blinked. "You do? Oh. Well, uh... yes this is Sara's phone, Warrick." He held out the phone. "For you, Sara. Obviously."
She glared at him over the tower of her computer, which she was currently trying to get to her car. "Take a message or something. I'm a little busy here."
"You hear that, Warrick? Yeah, she's trying to prove herself by carrying heavy things. Oh, because she's, uh, moving. Did we forget to tell you that?"
Warrick apparently relayed the message to Catherine, because Grissom could hear her voice in the background. "Tell him we're coming over! I need to talk to him, and you can help carry."
"Tell Catherine you're welcome to come over, but you've got to supply food. I don't think Sara's eaten all night, and if we're going to be lifting and carrying, we'll be hungry as hell by the time we're done. Ok then, see you in a few. Bye." Hanging up the phone, he cocked an eyebrow at Sara, who stood watching him talk, still holding the computer. "They're on their way over. Want me to get that for you?"
"No, I've got it. And I ate," she informed him. "I had an apple."
Nick and Grissom sighed in unison. "Feed her, Grissom, and I'll get the computer."
When Warrick and Catherine arrived ten minutes later, Grissom and Sara were shouting at each other and Nick was trying to referee. He paused from that job long enough to fling open the door and motion them in, then picked up right where he'd left off. "Whoa, guys! Grissom, does it matter that much if she only ate an apple? She's fine. Sara? Sara! He's just being a mother hen, chill out!"
Catherine sighed and whispered to Warrick, "You know they're going to be like this for the next fifty years. We're gonna have to get earplugs." She shook her head in exasperation and stepped in front of Sara, blocking her from hitting Grissom with the fist she was shaking at him. "Sara, what did Nick just tell you? Chill out! Now, Warrick and I brought Thai, so the apple is a moot point. Can we declare a truce long enough to feed everyone?" Everyone nodded, though some less happily than others. Over Pad Thai a few minutes later, Catherine looked at Grissom. "So I wanted to talk to you."
"I heard. What's up?"
"Rumors, Gil. Rumors."
Grissom blinked. "Rumors? About what?"
"You. And Sara. I heard from David, who said he heard from a paramedic, that 'Sara and Grissom have a thing going on'."
Sara and Grissom looked at each other. "Hank," they both muttered. Sara clarified. "Grissom and I had a run-in with Hank the Skank tonight. He was... unpleasant about the whole thing."
Catherine sighed. "Yeah, obviously. He must have been telling everyone he saw, because I heard the same thing from three more people before I got out of the building." She raised her eyebrows at him. "So what are you going to do about this?"
"Why should we have to do anything?"
She made an annoyed noise. "Because, Grissom, if more people than just the five of us and Brass know about this, who do you think is going to find out next? Ecklie. And who is he going to run and tell? The sheriff. And then you're going to be up shit creek without a paddle."
Grissom and Sara looked at each other, eyes wide. "Shit," she said. "I hadn't thought of that. What are we going to tell people?"
Catherine shook her head. "'People' are not your problem right now, Sara. Keeping your job is. Mobley's going to be mighty pissed if he hears this third-hand. I suggest you two tell him before anyone else can get to him."
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