Rating: NC-17 for adult content
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Grissom flipped through the folder that had mysteriously appeared on his desk while he was out getting a cup of coffee. He looked up as his Billy Bass started singing.
"I really hate that damn fish."
"Just because you can't sneak up on me..."
She rolled her eyes and sat down in the chair in front of his desk. He looked at her curiously and when it was quite obvious that she wasn't going to say anything, he placed his pen on top of the folder and folded his hands together.
"So... Catherine... what can I do for you?"
"I was just wondering how the larva's doing..."
He leaned back in his chair and grinned as he looked at the frame sitting on his desk. "Technically... it's 'weevil' now..."
"Technically, he's an infant child whose father is a very odd Entomologist who decides to call his children by insect stages..."
Grissom chuckled lightly and turned the frame around so that she could see the picture. She sighed lightly as her finger slowly traced his outline.
"He's so adorable."
"Yeah... he looks like his mother." His smile widened as she looked up at him.
"No... he has your mouth and chin... and eye shape."
"Yeah... but other than that, he's all Sara. I swear, that boy is all legs."
Catherine laughed as Grissom stifled a yawn.
"Is Michael having trouble sleeping through the night?"
"You look exhausted..."
"Oh... no, he slept through last night... and mostly the night before."
"Ah... Mom keeping you awake?"
Grissom's face held a slight shade of red as he pushed his chair back and stood, grabbing the folder from his desk. "We have work..."
He heard a familiar cry coming from the breakroom as he and Catherine rounded the corner. He stopped quickly and tilted his head, waiting to hear the sound again.
He held up a hand to silence her and carefully took another step forward. As the soft sound became louder, he grinned as he turned to Catherine.
"That's the 'I want my Daddy' cry..." He quickly took off towards the breakroom.
Shaking her head in amusement, she followed him into the room and laughed lightly at the sight in front of them.
"Nick! What are you doing to him? Where's Sara?"
"Calm down, Griss... I'm just changing his diaper. And Sara went to the restroom..."
"No, Nick... you're doing it wrong... that's why he's crying."
"What do you mean I'm doing it wrong? I've changed hundreds of diapers for my nieces and nephews..."
Grissom placed a gentle hand on his son's heaving chest and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "It's okay Weevil, Daddy's here... we'll show Nick what he's doing wrong, okay?"
He smiled at Mikey as he took the diaper off that Nick had just put on him. Mikey's cry slowly quietened to a soft whimper as Grissom's voice lowered to a whisper as he explained to Nick the process of changing the baby's diaper.
"First of all... you have to talk to him. Like this... it doesn't really matter what you say. Just talk to him. Use his name, he likes that. Don't you, Weevil?"
A small tear fell from the corner of the baby's eye. Grissom's thumb caught it before it reached his ear.
"Oh... don't cry Mikey... it's okay. Here... where is it?"
He placed one hand carefully on Mikey's chest as he searched through the diaper bag. Smiling, he pulled out an object and looked towards Nick.
"Second of all... you always need to have Rusty on hand."
Grissom chuckled as he showed Nick the stuffed animal. "Yeah... Rusty the Roach. Brass got it for him... and... Michael loves it. Keeps him calm. Rusty is a necessity..."
"Like father, like son..." Catherine muttered under her breath, gaining a stern look from Grissom and a stifled laugh from Nick.
He placed the plush roach on his son's chest and quickly slid a fresh diaper underneath him. "There you go, buddy. Rusty didn't leave... he's right there."
He smiled as Michael cooed softly as he finished fastening the diaper and redressing him. Turning towards Nick, he offered the young man a bright grin. "And... that's all there is to it..."
"Griss... that's exactly what I was doing. Well... with the exception of Rusty the Roach..."
He shrugged his shoulders lightly and leaned over the baby. "Well, I guess he just wanted his Daddy... didn't you?"
He chuckled as he picked the infant up and sat down on the couch.
"So... were we having Weevil Diapering Lessons?"
All eyes turned towards the door to find Sara leaning against the frame, grinning in amusement.
"Hey, you... I was just showing Nick the essentials of Rusty..."
She crossed the room and took a seat next to her husband. Reaching out with her index finger, she gently tickled Mikey's ribs. "Rusty... yeah... he's definitely his father's son..."
Catherine snorted lightly. "See? I told you..."
Grissom glared at her and shook his head. Before he said anything he might regret, he turned and placed a soft kiss on Sara's lips. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Mikey missed you..."
"What about you?" He shifted the dozing child in his arms.
"More than you know..."
Catherine quietly ushered Nick out of the room and closed the door behind them.
"Come on Gil... please?"
"I'm not having this argument right now, Sara."
"It's not an argument... it's a discussion."
"It's a discussion which could easily turn into an argument. And... I'm not having it right now. This is a big decision and one that I'm not sure either one of us is ready for..."
"Why would you not be ready for it?"
He sighed heavily and placed his sleeping son in the carrier she had brought in with them. After buckling him in securely, he turned to his wife. "Sara... who's going to watch Michael?"
"Uh... have you ever heard of... babysitters?"
"Sara, he's 5 weeks old. I don't want just any babysitter watching our son."
"Do you think that I would leave him with just anyone?"
"No... no, I don't. But... I don't know anything about babysitters..."
"Maddie agreed to come down for a couple of weeks and stay with him during the night while we're at work... just until we find someone we can trust..."
"Maddie? Your Aunt Maddie?"
"Yes." She watched him curiously as he fidgeted with various objects on the counter in front of him. She grinned as she moved over to him and wrapped her arms around him as she rested her head on his shoulder. "You know... I think she's gotten over the crush thing..."
He chuckled lightly as he returned her embrace. "I think she has too. It's just... doesn't this seem a little soon?"
"I'm taking another week... I wouldn't be coming back tomorrow. I just... need to come back to work, Gil."
"And... you're sure Maddie is okay with watching him while we're at work? I mean... until we find a sitter for him?"
"Her exact words were... 'How soon do you want me to be there?' I would say that she's more than okay with it..."
He sighed in resignation as his fingers lightly ran back and forth across her back. "Dr. Herrero?"
He felt her nod as she tightened her arms around him. "Yes... I talked to her yesterday. She said that I'm fine... perfectly able to return to work..."
He swallowed nervously and turned his head slightly to kiss her head. "Tell her to fax the reports to me so I can get the paperwork done, okay?"
She grinned and gently tickled his ribs. As Grissom squirmed away from her, she laughed lightly... mindful of the sleeping Weevil. "At least we know where Mikey's ticklish ribs come from..."
"Keep it up, Si... uh... Grissom..."
That near-slip earned him another poke in the ribs, causing him to back up and fall onto the couch. She quickly straddled his thighs and gently pressed her lips to his.
"Sara... uh... not here..."
"I'm not doing anything..."
"Since when do you have to? And... technically, you are doing something. You're sitting on me and kissing me..."
"Well... you did say to keep it up..."
Their gentle laughter was smothered as their mouths met once again. He broke the kiss slowly and glanced towards the closed door.
"Why don't we... uh... go to my office?"
"Don't you have work to do?"
"Waiting on Greggo... he'll page me. It's a semi-slow night. And... I'd be much comfortable in my office if you're that intent on making out with me..."
"I am... you get Weevil, I'll get the bag..."
He grinned as she hurried out of the room and sped down the hall towards his office. As he stepped into the hall, he ran into Catherine.
"Uh... if you need me, page me. Sara and I will be in my office discussing her return from maternity leave..."
"Uh-huh. Okay, Grissom."
She gave him a wink and motioned down the hall. "Better get down there. You know how she gets if you keep her waiting on a discussion like that..."
He nodded affirmatively and began the short trek to his office. She shook her head lightly and turned to head back to Trace. "Discussion, my ass..."
She chuckled and made her way back down the hall.
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