Retribution

Chapter: 43

Grissom and Sara pulled up outside of Catherine’s house, it was a glorious day. They walked hand in hand up the driveway, Sara still hobbling a little and Grissom softly knocked on the front door.

The door opened. “Hey you two”, a huge smile on Catherine’s face. “Come on in”.

Sara and Grissom entered and Catherine closed the door.

“So how was your evening?”

Sara looked at Grissom and he looked back doing his best to keep an innocent straight face.

Sara looked back to Catherine. “Amazing.”

“So let me see!” Catherine urged excitedly to Sara’s hand.

Sara gave Grissom her not impressed look. “So did you tell the whole lab about this?”

Grissom looked at Catherine. “No honey, just Catherine. I did need a little help you know. I’m only one man”.

“Hmmm..”

Sara held out her hand for Catherine to see.

“Wow!” Catherine almost shouted admiring the rock on Sara’s finger.

“You know he wouldn’t let me see it and I know why now. I’d be the one marrying him if he’d shown me this!”

Grissom grinned at Sara and she couldn’t help but grin back.

“Sooo…” Sara began. “Where’s the monster?” She’d only been away from her son for one night but she missed him so much already.

“He’s up in my room. Up the stairs, second door on the right”. Catherine pointed. “He was asleep. Been as good as gold.”

“Is it ok if I go get him?”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee.”

Sara set off to retrieve Michael as Catherine and Grissom walked into the kitchen. Catherine noticed Sara was limping as she climbed the stairs.

“Is Sara ok?”

Grissom looked at her. “Yeah…why?”

“She’s limping”.

Grissom tried his best not to blush.

“Oh…egh…yes, she just slipped in the shower this morning. Nothing serious.”

Catherine smiled. “Oh…ok.”

Grissom’s right eyebrow hit the ceiling. He knew she didn’t believe him.

Sara leaned over her sons travel crib. He was awake. Kicking his legs in the air, gargling to himself. She reached in and picked him up. An immediate smile beamed on both their faces.

“Hey sweetie. Did you miss mommy?”

Michael just wriggled in his mothers arms, his smile widening at her touch.

Sara sat on a chair and unbuttoned her shirt, guiding her son to her breast. His lips found her in no time. Sara sat, softly humming as her son took what he needed. She brushed the back oh his head gently as he suckled. Once he’d finished she buttoned up and burped him softly.

“You want to go see daddy?”

Michael just giggled and gargled.

Sara headed back towards the kitchen.

Grissom and Catherine sat at the kitchen table, coffee in hand. Grissom looked up to see Sara and Michael approaching. He stood and held his hands out to take his son. A huge smiled on his face. He held him high up in the air making baby faces at him.

“Hey champ, did you miss your daddy?” Michael began to giggle as Grissom swung him up and down.

“I’d watch it Gil”, Sara said quickly. “I just fed him, you keep that up and he’ll probably throw up on you”.

Michael just continued laughing.

Grissom stopped with the swinging. “Well we don’t want that to happen do we?”. He tapped Michael softly on the nose. Michael giggled and then all of a sudden stopped. Grissom had no time to react and Michael spat up all over his shirt. He looked shocked for a second and then went back to giggling at his daddy.

The look on Grissom’s face was priceless as he held his son away from his sick soaked shirt.

Sara held her hand over her mouth to stop herself laughing. But Catherine just let it go and cracked up.

Grissom looked over at her.

“Yeah yeah, very funny”. He was unimpressed.

Catherine stopped herself. “I’ll go get some wipes”.

Sara reached out. “Give him to me”.

Catherine returned and handed both Grissom and Sara wipes.

Sara wiped Michaels mouth and face, as he kicked and giggled.

Grissom cleaned off his shirt the best he could.

“I think I’m going to need to change my shirt”, he said looking at the nasty stain.

Sara smiled at him. “We should go then”.

Grissom nodded as Catherine handed him Michaels over night bag. They headed for the door.

“So what are you two up too for the rest of the day?” Catherine asked as they headed outside.

Grissom looked at Sara. “Well a change of clothes for one thing. Then just a nice relaxing day. Maybe a walk in the park and no more sick!”

Sara grinned. “Come on you big baby”. She took his hand.

“Thanks Cath”, they both shouted as they headed down the driveway towards the car.

Sara fastened Michael into his car seat and then got in. Grissom was still wiping the stain on his shirt.

“You know how bad this smells?”

“Oh stop complaining. It’s just a bit of baby sick. There will be plenty more where that came from you know?”

Grissom just frowned at her.

“If your that concerned you can always take your shirt off.”

“Yeah I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes”.

Michael chuckled again in the back. Kicking his feet up in the air. Watching the lady bug hanging over his seat.

Grissom looked back to him. “Glad you think it’s funny my boy. You just wait until you want to borrow the car or something. And no dating until your 30, you got that?”

Sara laughed and Grissom couldn’t keep a stern face anymore. He burst out laughing too.

Sara leaned over and kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Sooo…” Sara began as Grissom started the engine. “About the rest of the day…”

“Yeah?”

“You know you’re my slave today don’t you?”

Grissom swerved slightly and gave her a sharp look.

“Oooh yes! Slave! You lost…I won, your mine to do with what I want. I let you get away with breakfast but now….you do as your told. Ok?”

“Sara….”, Grissom warned.

“Don’t Sara me big boy. No backing out or you aint gettin any for a month. Make that 2 months!”

Grissom swallowed hard, especially at that thought. His hands tightly gripped the wheel.

Sara smiled to herself enjoying this already.

“So, are you going to live up to the bet?”

“Yes”, Grissom barely whispered.

“Good”. Sara grinned broadly.

They pulled up in their driveway and just as Sara was about to exit the car Grissom grabbed her arm.

“You know your going to regret this don’t you?”

“Oh no Gil, I’m going to enjoy this and don’t feel too down babe. So will you.” She tapped him on the nose and got out of the car. She opened the rear door, took Michael from his baby seat and headed up the driveway.

“Get the bag would you lover?” She called back to him.

Grissom mumbled several obscenities to himself before grabbing the bag.

Grissom had changed his shirt and spent the last half an hour cleaning up the disruption from the previous nights activities. As instructed to do by his master. The broken vase, the tipped over furniture, the messy bedroom and cleaning the sheets. Then she had him doing the dishes despite the fact he was the one who’d made dinner. He wiped the last plate and put it away. Sara appeared, Michael in her arms starring at his hard working father.

“You done?”

Grissom gave her an unpleasant look.

“Look Sara when you said slave, I didn’t actually think you meant this kind of ‘slave‘. You’ll have me shinning your shoes next”.

Sara looked down at her feet and gave him a thoughtful look.

Grissom frowned. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Grissom sat on the sofa. Cursing every few seconds under his breath as he cleaned Sara’s shoes. Was this really worth two months of no sex? He still shuddered at ‘that’ thought. So yes. There was a jangle of keys and he looked up. Sara stood dangling the car keys with Michael in his carry cot.

“Come on”, she said softly. “I think I’ve tortured you enough with the house work for now”. She held out her hand to him. But he refused to take it at first. Sara patted her foot against the floor, trying not to smile. He wasn’t very good at being tormented.

“I can think of worse things I can have you do than drive us to the park bug man, so yield to your master!”

Sara flexed her fingers at him.

He put the shoe down, sighed and took her hand.

It was a glorious sunny day. They walked hand in hand as Grissom pushed the stroller through the park, Michael happily amusing himself with the multitude of bugs dangling in front of him, his hand firmly shoved in his mouth, gargling contently, his legs kicking.

They found a secluded spot under some trees a little off the path and Grissom pulled out a blanket from under the stroller. He whipped it up in the air and laid it on the grass.

“Master”, he proclaimed, gesturing an arm to the blanket.

Sara grinned and sat on the blanket. She grabbed his arm and tugged him down on top of her.

“Ever done it in the middle of a park? She asked.

Grissom looked around. “Are you serious?”

Sara laughed. “Well…maybe at an appropriate time, with a little less light and no son in tow, maybe I’d consider it.”

“Sex in the open? I mean open!”

Sara looked around feeling her inner self tingle. She reached up and fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. “In the open”, she breathed sexily.

Grissom couldn’t help the throb in his pants at her banter.

Sara laughed at the look on his face and leaned up to kiss him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

It had been a great day, well for Sara at least. She had cut Grissom a little slack during their chill out in the park. And they had stopped by the diner to eat on their way home, Grissom insisting, knowing he’d end up doing all the cooking and dishes again. He was however very unimpressed when he spent almost 2 hours ironing as Sara sat and read ‘his’ new forensic journal while she cradled Michael. How much more of this did he have to endure?

Sara looked at the clock 10pm. Michael was sleeping peacefully in the protective arms of his mother. Grissom came down the stairs after putting away all his perfectly ironed goods.

“Anything else you’d like to me to do?” His tone wasn’t pleasant.

Sara smiled. “Shortly….I have to put the monster to bed first.”

Grissom huffed a heavy breath as Sara got up.

“You could get us a bottle of wine if you’d like, and as you’ve been a very good boy, I’ll let you have some.”

Grissom scowled at her as she headed up the stairs, softly chuckling to herself.