Gemini

Rating: NC-17... I didn't figure it would stay PG for long.
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Archive: My site IrishDachsie's CSI Fanfiction. Anywhere else, ask first!!
Disclaimer: Same as always... they're not mine... no money...

Author's Note: Follow-up to MoaNO... so, I suppose this is the second installment of The Chronicles of Weevil *LOL*... which happens to be a joke started on Unbound by some very good friends... so, yeah... that said... here we go.

Summary: A second pregnancy in the Grissom household.

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Chapter Forty Nine

Grissom made his way down the hall to the breakroom, where he knew he'd find his crew. As he walked into the room, he offered his wife a reassuring smile. She hadn't wanted to go into work, preferring to stay home with their children. Using his patented "GrissomLogic", he had persuaded her into working.

She returned his smile with a light one of her own and a small nod of her head. Grissom glanced at Catherine and Warrick, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Where's Nick?"

"Night off." Warrick supplied quickly as he looked up from his cup of coffee that he had been continually stirring.

"Okay..." Grissom sighed lightly as he went through the assignment slips. "Slow night in Vegas tonight. Sara, you and Warrick have what was called in as a double suicide."

Sara grinned at him. "But, it's not?"

Grissom shrugged his shoulders as he looked at her. "The first officer on the scene reported that there were two bodies, each holding a gun... and from what he could see, there was more than one gunshot wound per victim. He said it looked... suspicious."

Warrick chuckled softly. "You think?"

"Catherine, we have a woodchipper waiting on us."

Catherine rolled her eyes as she groaned. "I'm guessing that this woodchipper was not being used to chip... wood."

Grissom gave her a crooked smile as he dug his keys out of his pocket. "I'm assuming not."

Warrick laughed as he pushed his chair back and stood up. "Grissom assumes?"

Sara joined in with Warrick's laughter as she gently pushed him out of the room. She turned around quickly and smiled at Grissom.

"If you're free in about 5 hours or so... want to grab a bite to eat?"

He offered her a wink. "It's a date. Now... go."

She grinned as she turned and followed Warrick down the hall.

Grissom tossed Catherine his keys and chewed his bottom lip. "You drive."

She narrowed her eyes in confusion as she looked at him. "What's up?"

He shook his head as a gentle smile began to appear on his face. "Nothing. It's just... well... if you drive, the questions will be as minimal as possible."

She laughed as she flipped her hair out of her face. "Don't count on it..."

Grissom sighed as he followed her out of the room.

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Sara knelt beside of the man's body and pursed her lips. Looking up at the officer, she narrowed her eyes. "Who called this in?"

"Their daughter. She's outside, seems to be in shock."

"I can imagine." She glanced over at Warrick, who was studying the woman's corpse. "What do you think?"

"Two gunshot wounds to the chest, one to the head. If this was a suicide, it went wrong somewhere."

Sara nodded. "I'm thinking murder..."

"Yeah." Warrick continued collecting evidence. "I'm thinking we talk to the daughter."

"Yep." Sara pulled the camera out of her kit and began photographing the scene.

As Warrick moved over to the male victim, he glanced at Sara. "So... how's Alex?"

She snapped one more picture before lowering the camera and smiling at Warrick. "He's good... really good."

Warrick nodded as he grabbed his tweezers. "Is it normal for them to wait so long to perform surgery?"

Sara knelt down and plucked a small piece of torn fabric from the woman's fingers with a gloved hand. "Yeah... it's not a life-threatening condition, and he's just too young. If he was two or so when we discovered it, he'd have surgery immediately..."

Warrick smiled warmly at her. "That's what happens when you have two criminalists as your parents..."

Sara chuckled softly, placing the fabric in a small evidence bag. "Actually, Weevil figured it out first..."

"Ah... a future CSI." He unwrapped the blonde hair from the man's finger.

"I think Gil is hoping for a future Entomologist..."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" As he held the hair up, he glanced over at the woman's body. "Interesting..."

"Whatcha got?"

"Blonde hair... the wife is a brunette."

Sara arched an eyebrow. "Let's go talk to the girl."

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Grissom sighed as Catherine stopped at a red light and turned her head towards him. "How bad is it?"

"It's not exactly bad, Catherine. It's just an obstacle for him."

"Is he completely deaf?"

"Catherine..."

"Will the surgery restore his hearing?"

"Catherine..."

"And... why the hell are they waiting so long to do the surgery?"

"You know... if you'll let me get one word in, I'll answer your questions. But, it's slightly difficult to answer when you keep asking them in machine-gun mode."

"Sorry... I'm just worried."

"He's going to be fine, Catherine." He glanced up at the traffic light and smiled. "Light's green."

"So... is he completely deaf?"

Grissom sighed again as Catherine weaved in and out of traffic.

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Sara and Warrick walked up to the girl, her blonde hair tousled and her face wet with tears. Sara took a deep breath as she approached.

"Jamie?"

The girl looked up, her eyes wild with panic. "I don't under... understand... why..."

"Were you here when it happened?"

"No..." Jamie wiped the back of her hand across her eyes. "I had gone out for a drive... and when I came home... I found them. They... I heard them a few nights ago... talking about it. I just... I didn't think they..."

Sara furrowed her brow as Jamie broke into another fit of hysterics. She glanced at Warrick, who was wearing the same expression.

Warrick's voice was soft and gentle as he spoke to the girl. "Jamie, the evidence is not collaborating with a suicide."

Jamie sniffled as she raised her watery eyes towards him. "What?"

"From what we've found so far, your parents were murdered."

"Murdered?" Jamie's mouth dropped open in horror. "Who would... kill them?"

"We're not sure yet, but... we would like to take a couple of samples of your hair to..."

"My hair?" Jamie nervously ran her long fingers through her golden locks.

Warrick nodded slowly. "Yes, just to run some tests on it."

"You think... you think I killed them?" Her voice rose slightly.

"I didn't say that, Jamie. It's to either prove or disprove..."

His voice trailed off as she reached up and yanked a few strands of hair from her head. She handed them to Sara, fresh tears staining her face as she spoke.

"Take them... and find out who killed my parents!"

Sara nodded as she placed the hairs into a bindle. "We will, Jamie. I promise you, we'll figure it out."

Sara turned towards Warrick as Jamie crumpled to the ground.

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"Interesting use of a woodchipper..."

Grissom shook his head as he glanced at Catherine. "Have you ever seen Fargo?"

"A long time ago..."

"One of the best scenes in the movie involved a woodchipper... and a dead body."

"You've seen Fargo?" She stared at him in disbelief.

Grissom shrugged his shoulders as a light smile tugged at his lips. "Sara likes it." He glanced around the immediate area surrounding the machine. "I sure hope that there are some pieces inside that didn't make it through... if not, we're going to have a hell of a time figuring out who this once was."

She watched him as he carefully began to dismantle the machinery. "So... Alex is okay?"

Grissom's smile widened as he pulled out a mostly-intact index finger. "We have a finger..."

Catherine shook her head in slight amusement as he continued to sift through the muck to look for more parts. He looked over at her, smiling as he pulled out a thumb.

"Alex is more than okay..."

Catherine smiled briefly, shuddering as he fished out a chunk of flesh.

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