Rating: NC-17... I didn't figure it would stay PG for long.
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.
Sara attempted to stifle her yawn as she walked into her husband's office. He looked up just in time to see her hand cover her mouth.
She shook her head, indicating that she wasn't, as she sat down on the leather sofa and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
"You look tired... you act tired. You sure you're not?"
She chuckled softly as she leaned her head back. "Maybe a little. It's been a busy night."
He smiled lightly as he watched her close her eyes. "Yes, it has. What's new on the mysterious double suicide?"
"We're still waiting on a few things, but I'm definitely sure that it wasn't suicide. And, I'm reasonably sure that the daughter wasn't involved in the deaths." Her eyes snapped open and met his. "Heard you have a pretty interesting investigation going on..."
He arched an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair. "Catherine?"
Sara shook her head as she grinned at him. "Nope. Doc mentioned something about you being morbidly happy about digging pieces parts out of a woodchipper."
Grissom laughed as he stood up and stretched his back. "I wouldn't say morbidly happy, I was just..." His voice trailed off as her grin widened. "Okay, I was morbidly happy..."
"Not yet... and the 'pieces parts', as you called them, aren't being too helpful."
Sara's brow furrowed as she forced herself to sit up straight on the couch. "No matching prints?"
Grissom tilted his head to the side as he inhaled deeply. "No prints."
Sara leaned forward slightly as he walked across the office towards the sofa. "I heard that you found a few fingers..."
He sighed as he sat down beside of her. "We did... four of them, in fact. But, the prints had been removed prior to the body being chipped."
"Well, that's interesting."
Grissom smiled at his wife's sudden enthusiasm. "I think so." He leaned over and kissed her cheek softly. "I just got off the phone with Jessie..."
"Is everything okay? The boys..."
"Are fine, honey. All of them still sleeping soundly. She just wanted to let us know that we're out of milk."
"Oh..." She looked at him curiously. "Why are you telling me?"
He chuckled softly as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Because, I'll forget to stop on the way home if it's left up to me. And... you know how Weevil is about milk in the mornings."
She smiled as she looked into his eyes. "Do you want to stay home with the buglets while I take him to daycare?"
"Well, that's one of the silliest questions that I've heard tonight." He returned her smile and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
"So, these printless fingers..."
He cut her off quickly. "Will wait until our next shift." He gestured towards the clock over his shoulder. "It's time to go home."
She flashed a mock-pout and sighed. "You take the fun out of everything..."
He grinned as he stood, grasping her hand and pulling her up with him. "Well, not everything... I hope."
She laughed as he offered her a slightly seductive wink and grabbed his jacket.
Grissom smiled as he folded the newspaper and placed it on the table next to the couch. He stood quickly and made his way down the hall towards his oldest son's room.
"You're awake early."
Grissom laughed as his son reached his small arms out towards him. He carefully lifted the boy out of the crib and held him as he quickly picked out some clothes to dress him in.
"She's in the shower." He knelt, placing Mikey on the floor in front of him. The boy's voice was muffled as Grissom pulled his pajama top over his head. "What was that, Weevil?"
Grissom smiled as he finished getting his son undressed. "Well, no..."
"Why she in da sower?"
"Well, she wanted to change clothes... so she can take you to daycare." He tossed the dirty diaper into the trashcan. "And... we need to give you a bath, so you can get ready."
Weevil giggled as he clapped his hands. "Baf!"
Grissom laughed as he watched his naked son run out of the room in the direction of the bathroom.
"I'm coming, Weevil." As he passed the bedroom he shared with his wife, he glanced inside. He grinned as he saw Sara, clad in her favorite terry cloth robe, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Guess who's awake?"
Sara chuckled as she towel-dried her hair. "And who is really excited about having a bath?" She gave him a wink as she stood up to retrieve her clothing. "Breakfast will be ready by the time you're finished..."
He smiled brightly and opened his mouth to speak.
Sara laughed as she motioned for him to go. "He's not the most patient child I've ever seen..."
Grissom nodded and, after quickly telling her that he loved her, made his way into the bathroom.
Grissom shook his head lightly as he smiled at the boy. "No bubbles today, Weevil."
Mikey pouted as he splashed the warm water. "Why?"
Grissom held up the bottle for his son to see. "All out. We'll have to get you some more."
Grissom dipped a cup into the water and laughed. "Because you used them all up. Now, close your eyes."
Mikey lifted his small hands and held them over his eyes. He giggled as his father poured the water over his head. "Wet!"
Grissom smiled as he began to wash Mikey's hair.
Sara had just finished preparing breakfast when she heard the pitter-patter of small feet rush into the kitchen. She turned around to find her oldest son smiling happily up at her.
She quickly scooped him up into her arms and smiled. "You smell good! Did Daddy give you a bath?"
Mikey nodded enthusiastically. "Yep! But no bubbles."
"No bubbles? Why not?"
"I used 'em all gone!"
Sara laughed as she slid the boy into his chair. "Well, we'll have to get you some more, won't we?"
"Yep!" Mikey's eyes darted to the counter. "I hungy, Mommy!"
"That's good... because I have a waffle for you!"
Sara ruffled Mikey's soft curls and nodded. "With apple jelly, how could I forget?"
Mikey giggled. "I wike abble!"
"So do I."
Sara and Mikey both looked towards the entrance to see a rather damp Grissom standing in the doorway with a smile on his face.
"Daddy wikes abble too!"
"You're wet..." Sara grinned as he pulled her into a hug and kissed her softly.
"One of the many hazards of giving an eighteen-month-old a bath."
Sara laughed as she pulled out of his embrace and motioned towards the table. "Breakfast is ready..."
Hearing a gentle cry, Grissom turned around. "Ant's awake..."
"Sit down and eat with Weevil, I'll go..."
Grissom smiled as he watched Sara exit the kitchen quickly. As he sat down at the table he looked over at Weevil, who was grinning brightly at him.
"You become more like me every day, son."
"I Weebul Mike! Not Daddy Geel!"
Grissom laughed as he reached for the apple jelly.
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