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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
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13
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19
Chapter 19
“Conrad, I don’t feel comfortable supervising the mother of my child, and the woman who is the mother of my niece or nephew. I couldn’t be objective at scenes. I’d worry more than I would work.”
This was at least Ecklie’s fourth attempt at convincing Gil not to quit.
He pulled his chair closer to Gil’s desk. “Sara and Sofia aren’t allowed to go to any scenes where their may be hazardous materials. That’s at least ninety percent of the cases. I now have two of my best CSIs stuck in the lab, and the night shift supervisor quitting. Gil, it will kill the lab.”
Gil and Conrad would never be friends. They had mediated a comfortable truce. The next day was due to be Gil’s last day. He looked at Conrad. His face was covered in a glistening sheen of perspiration.
“I am going to need two people. The only CSI I’ll have is Greg.”
“I’ll get you Margie from days, and the city says they can loan me either Barot or King.’
“Okay…’
Relief flooded the other man’s face.
“If you can get me Barot AND King AND Margie AND if Sara is fine with this, I’ll stay until things level out.”
Conrad pumped Gil’s hand and went to secure more staff for the night shift.
~~~~~~
Gil unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it into the hamper. He hadn’t wanted to admit it but he had been looking forward to a little time off. He looked guiltily at Sara.
“You were hoping for some alone time before the baby came?”
“Yes,” he admitted guiltily. “Am I awful?”
“I understand. For the past few months you have been pulled a million different places. The team is split up; you have a new brother, carry on a clandestine affair with your employee.” She said with a hint of mockery.
“You weren’t expecting to have kids, Gil, not at your age. Your life was all set. It takes some getting used to.”
“You seem to be taking it all in stride?”
“I expected to have children. I wasn’t surprised that it was with you. Besides, the baby’s always with me. I can feel her. Nothing about this process is as jolting as it must be for you. Now you have a live-in girlfriend and a baby on the way. I understand, Gil. You want me to tell Ecklie the woman says you couldn’t do it?”
Gil looked at Sara’s protruding stomach. “First of all, the little woman is not so little any more, and secondly, the little woman said no such thing, and third, Ecklie’s right. I can’t leave with you and Sofia chained to the lab.”
Gil looked at the cans of pink paint in one corner of their room. The doctor had confirmed Sara’s gut instinct during her last appointment. “Great. Now I have to hire someone to paint my daughter’s room. I don’t want to be one of those fathers.”
Gil climbed into his bed where Sara had pulled back the covers. “Oh baby, you won’t be. There’s no shame in hiring someone to paint your daughter’s room.”
“I am going to be seventy when she graduates from college. You should have thrown me down and made me do this a decade ago, at least.”
Sara laughed as she found knotted muscles of her neck with her long fingers.
“You should start going to your yoga class again, sweetie. It did wonders for your back not mention how much I enjoyed the limber Grissom.”
Gil smiled. “When am I supposed to go? Before or after doctor’s appointments, in between field work?”
“What’s Ecklie’s hiring plan?”
“We need at least five CSIs to get us up to full staff even with you and Sofia in the field. He’s needs to hire at least three people before you guys go on maternity leave.”
Sara kissed the back of his neck. “Before you know it, bug man, you will be up to your elbows in pink paint and back to your downward facing dogs.”
~~~~~~
Gil filled Matthew’s espresso cup and his brother reached greedily for it.
“The other guy who was working on the contract with me had a nervous breakdown. So now it’s just me. You know I had to go in five hours after the wedding. The new Mrs. Grissom was not happy.”
Matthew nodded. He and Sofia had married the week before in the small ceremony at Caesar’s. Their father had disappeared as fast as he’d come, leaving his sons a murky note about former partners catching up with him. Surprising both sons, he had been in constant contact sending notes and emails from all over the U.S. He even managed to call occasionally; though he would never say where he was.
“You talk to Dad?” Gil asked quietly. Matthew was still very angry with his father.
He shook his head. “Nah. I’m never at home. Sofia talked to him a couple of times. He sent a wedding present. What I can only hope is a replica of Ming Dynasty vase.”
“Any luck with our supposed sister?” Matthew asked. Gil had put Brass and few other law enforcement friends around the world on the trail of Ling Choo and any children she might have had.
They had learned that Ling Choo was a geneticist who had been under the tight control of Chinese communist authorities. At some point during the eighties, she had slipped out of the country leaving behind her lover Winston Grissom, a friend of the same authorities. No one knew if she was pregnant, but that would explain her sudden escape considering the limited reproductive rights of the country.
There were horror stories about babies being killed if they weren’t male, as each family was only allowed one child. Rumor had it that single women were immediately forced to terminate.
Winston had heard from friends that she’d given birth to a daughter somewhere in the UK. He had never been able to find her, but then again, he had admitted he hadn’t tried very hard.
“Nothing.” Gil said. “Just rumors and hearsay. Apparently Ling was a very driven, very smart woman. I doubt she could stop working. Brass thinks she is somewhere in the West working for another government under another name.”
“I am glad we are both attached, so we won’t end up doing our sister.”
“So YOU won’t end up doing our sister. Hell, Sara has nearly caused several strokes. What the hell would I do with a twenty year old? No, thank you.”
“Speaking of the lovely sorta Mrs. Gil Grissom, when are you guys getting hitched?”
Gil sipped from his own cup.
Gil shrugged. “She wants me to be sure. She thinks I am doing it because of Dad, that I have some kind of complex and issues. The only reason she moved in with me is because of the baby and the extra room.”
“So is she right? About your issues, I mean.”
“Probably. I also love Sara and that little girl more than I ever thought possible. ”
“How are you going to convince Sara?”
“No clue.”
“Bulldoze her. Buy the ring and drag her to the chapel.”
Gil regarded this brother’s somber, tired face. He wondered how many actual hours of sleep he was getting. “You serious?”
“Yep.”
Gil shook his head. “Sara is not one to be bulldozed.”
“Yeah I know but you can pull it off. With you she’ll find it charming and sweet.”
Gil sighed and poured another espresso for himself and his brother, and thought about the ring he’d seen in Tiffany’s window two days before.
“Conrad, I don’t feel comfortable supervising the mother of my child, and the woman who is the mother of my niece or nephew. I couldn’t be objective at scenes. I’d worry more than I would work.”
This was at least Ecklie’s fourth attempt at convincing Gil not to quit.
He pulled his chair closer to Gil’s desk. “Sara and Sofia aren’t allowed to go to any scenes where their may be hazardous materials. That’s at least ninety percent of the cases. I now have two of my best CSIs stuck in the lab, and the night shift supervisor quitting. Gil, it will kill the lab.”
Gil and Conrad would never be friends. They had mediated a comfortable truce. The next day was due to be Gil’s last day. He looked at Conrad. His face was covered in a glistening sheen of perspiration.
“I am going to need two people. The only CSI I’ll have is Greg.”
“I’ll get you Margie from days, and the city says they can loan me either Barot or King.’
“Okay…’
Relief flooded the other man’s face.
“If you can get me Barot AND King AND Margie AND if Sara is fine with this, I’ll stay until things level out.”
Conrad pumped Gil’s hand and went to secure more staff for the night shift.
~~~~~~
Gil unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it into the hamper. He hadn’t wanted to admit it but he had been looking forward to a little time off. He looked guiltily at Sara.
“You were hoping for some alone time before the baby came?”
“Yes,” he admitted guiltily. “Am I awful?”
“I understand. For the past few months you have been pulled a million different places. The team is split up; you have a new brother, carry on a clandestine affair with your employee.” She said with a hint of mockery.
“You weren’t expecting to have kids, Gil, not at your age. Your life was all set. It takes some getting used to.”
“You seem to be taking it all in stride?”
“I expected to have children. I wasn’t surprised that it was with you. Besides, the baby’s always with me. I can feel her. Nothing about this process is as jolting as it must be for you. Now you have a live-in girlfriend and a baby on the way. I understand, Gil. You want me to tell Ecklie the woman says you couldn’t do it?”
Gil looked at Sara’s protruding stomach. “First of all, the little woman is not so little any more, and secondly, the little woman said no such thing, and third, Ecklie’s right. I can’t leave with you and Sofia chained to the lab.”
Gil looked at the cans of pink paint in one corner of their room. The doctor had confirmed Sara’s gut instinct during her last appointment. “Great. Now I have to hire someone to paint my daughter’s room. I don’t want to be one of those fathers.”
Gil climbed into his bed where Sara had pulled back the covers. “Oh baby, you won’t be. There’s no shame in hiring someone to paint your daughter’s room.”
“I am going to be seventy when she graduates from college. You should have thrown me down and made me do this a decade ago, at least.”
Sara laughed as she found knotted muscles of her neck with her long fingers.
“You should start going to your yoga class again, sweetie. It did wonders for your back not mention how much I enjoyed the limber Grissom.”
Gil smiled. “When am I supposed to go? Before or after doctor’s appointments, in between field work?”
“What’s Ecklie’s hiring plan?”
“We need at least five CSIs to get us up to full staff even with you and Sofia in the field. He’s needs to hire at least three people before you guys go on maternity leave.”
Sara kissed the back of his neck. “Before you know it, bug man, you will be up to your elbows in pink paint and back to your downward facing dogs.”
~~~~~~
Gil filled Matthew’s espresso cup and his brother reached greedily for it.
“The other guy who was working on the contract with me had a nervous breakdown. So now it’s just me. You know I had to go in five hours after the wedding. The new Mrs. Grissom was not happy.”
Matthew nodded. He and Sofia had married the week before in the small ceremony at Caesar’s. Their father had disappeared as fast as he’d come, leaving his sons a murky note about former partners catching up with him. Surprising both sons, he had been in constant contact sending notes and emails from all over the U.S. He even managed to call occasionally; though he would never say where he was.
“You talk to Dad?” Gil asked quietly. Matthew was still very angry with his father.
He shook his head. “Nah. I’m never at home. Sofia talked to him a couple of times. He sent a wedding present. What I can only hope is a replica of Ming Dynasty vase.”
“Any luck with our supposed sister?” Matthew asked. Gil had put Brass and few other law enforcement friends around the world on the trail of Ling Choo and any children she might have had.
They had learned that Ling Choo was a geneticist who had been under the tight control of Chinese communist authorities. At some point during the eighties, she had slipped out of the country leaving behind her lover Winston Grissom, a friend of the same authorities. No one knew if she was pregnant, but that would explain her sudden escape considering the limited reproductive rights of the country.
There were horror stories about babies being killed if they weren’t male, as each family was only allowed one child. Rumor had it that single women were immediately forced to terminate.
Winston had heard from friends that she’d given birth to a daughter somewhere in the UK. He had never been able to find her, but then again, he had admitted he hadn’t tried very hard.
“Nothing.” Gil said. “Just rumors and hearsay. Apparently Ling was a very driven, very smart woman. I doubt she could stop working. Brass thinks she is somewhere in the West working for another government under another name.”
“I am glad we are both attached, so we won’t end up doing our sister.”
“So YOU won’t end up doing our sister. Hell, Sara has nearly caused several strokes. What the hell would I do with a twenty year old? No, thank you.”
“Speaking of the lovely sorta Mrs. Gil Grissom, when are you guys getting hitched?”
Gil sipped from his own cup.
Gil shrugged. “She wants me to be sure. She thinks I am doing it because of Dad, that I have some kind of complex and issues. The only reason she moved in with me is because of the baby and the extra room.”
“So is she right? About your issues, I mean.”
“Probably. I also love Sara and that little girl more than I ever thought possible. ”
“How are you going to convince Sara?”
“No clue.”
“Bulldoze her. Buy the ring and drag her to the chapel.”
Gil regarded this brother’s somber, tired face. He wondered how many actual hours of sleep he was getting. “You serious?”
“Yep.”
Gil shook his head. “Sara is not one to be bulldozed.”
“Yeah I know but you can pull it off. With you she’ll find it charming and sweet.”
Gil sighed and poured another espresso for himself and his brother, and thought about the ring he’d seen in Tiffany’s window two days before.