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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
10,715
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13
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Currently Reading:
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5
Chapter 5
Gil stood and shook the man’s hand. He directed him to a leather and oak chair.
Gil watched the other man. His mouth moved familiarly as he spoke. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Gil took of his glasses, leaned forward and put his elbows on the desk. “I can’t say the same.”
“I’m your brother.”
Grissom tilted his head like he did when he had lost part of his hearing.
The younger man kept talking. “Winston Grissom is your father right?”
Gil nodded slowing. “Yes.”
“He’s my father too.”
Gill looked at his eyes, his lanky frame and his hair. His eyes were not only Grissom blue they were also quick and intelligent with the little bags that Grissom thought he’d gotten from too many late night study sessions.
Grissom didn’t know what to say so he said the only thing that came to mine. “What did he tell you about me?”
“The usual bullshit, his other son was smarter, better looking, made him prouder etc. I didn’t buy the smarter crap but when I found out who you were well he was probably right about that.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“About two years ago.”
“The last time I actually saw him I was 16.”
Matthew pulled at a wild curl. “Lucky you”
“What are you doing in Vegas?”
“I am doing some probability studies for the casinos. I need to make the bucks while I work on my dissertation. I could have gotten a contract in Jersey but I thought it was about time I met you.”
“You’re a mathematician?”
“Yep. Are you really a genius?”
It was a question people often asked Gil Grissom. “I have never taken an IQ test. Are you?”
“I never thought so. I don’t know they just kept letting me skip grades.” The two Grissoms regarded one another across the desk. Matthew’s energy contrasted with Gil’s. Matthew was bright lights and bouncing off the wall whereas Grissom controlled prowling.
Gil thought of something. “What should I call you?”
“Most people just call me Grissom.” Gil smiled a little. “But I guess that name’s taken around these parts. I guess you can call me Matthew and I can call you Gil?”
Grissom nodded and wondered how he was going to navigate this new relationship.
~~~~~~
“So he’s related to Grissom?” Greg was incredulous.
Warrick eyed Catherine. He wondered she still thought his eyes were dreamy. “I don’t know but his last name is Grissom and that whole calculation thing was very Grissom like.”
Catherine spoke. “Eyes explained.”
Mia contributed. “Hot factor explained.”
Every woman at the table nodded and or spoke in agreement. Greg and Nick looked at one another.
Nick drawled, “Grissom is hot?”
Catherine chimed in. “Are you kidding? Great eyes.”
Sofia joined the chorus. “That hair, that beard.”
Mia spoke again. “Bonus points for smart and intense.”
Greg disputed the claims. “He’s Grissom. Grissom is not hot. He’s smart, he’s fair, he’s a good boss but he is not hot.”
Sara showed her gap. “When did you become a heterosexual woman or a gay man for that matter? Is there something we should know about you Grego?”
The balled up napkin just missed Sara.
Gil stood and shook the man’s hand. He directed him to a leather and oak chair.
Gil watched the other man. His mouth moved familiarly as he spoke. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Gil took of his glasses, leaned forward and put his elbows on the desk. “I can’t say the same.”
“I’m your brother.”
Grissom tilted his head like he did when he had lost part of his hearing.
The younger man kept talking. “Winston Grissom is your father right?”
Gil nodded slowing. “Yes.”
“He’s my father too.”
Gill looked at his eyes, his lanky frame and his hair. His eyes were not only Grissom blue they were also quick and intelligent with the little bags that Grissom thought he’d gotten from too many late night study sessions.
Grissom didn’t know what to say so he said the only thing that came to mine. “What did he tell you about me?”
“The usual bullshit, his other son was smarter, better looking, made him prouder etc. I didn’t buy the smarter crap but when I found out who you were well he was probably right about that.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“About two years ago.”
“The last time I actually saw him I was 16.”
Matthew pulled at a wild curl. “Lucky you”
“What are you doing in Vegas?”
“I am doing some probability studies for the casinos. I need to make the bucks while I work on my dissertation. I could have gotten a contract in Jersey but I thought it was about time I met you.”
“You’re a mathematician?”
“Yep. Are you really a genius?”
It was a question people often asked Gil Grissom. “I have never taken an IQ test. Are you?”
“I never thought so. I don’t know they just kept letting me skip grades.” The two Grissoms regarded one another across the desk. Matthew’s energy contrasted with Gil’s. Matthew was bright lights and bouncing off the wall whereas Grissom controlled prowling.
Gil thought of something. “What should I call you?”
“Most people just call me Grissom.” Gil smiled a little. “But I guess that name’s taken around these parts. I guess you can call me Matthew and I can call you Gil?”
Grissom nodded and wondered how he was going to navigate this new relationship.
~~~~~~
“So he’s related to Grissom?” Greg was incredulous.
Warrick eyed Catherine. He wondered she still thought his eyes were dreamy. “I don’t know but his last name is Grissom and that whole calculation thing was very Grissom like.”
Catherine spoke. “Eyes explained.”
Mia contributed. “Hot factor explained.”
Every woman at the table nodded and or spoke in agreement. Greg and Nick looked at one another.
Nick drawled, “Grissom is hot?”
Catherine chimed in. “Are you kidding? Great eyes.”
Sofia joined the chorus. “That hair, that beard.”
Mia spoke again. “Bonus points for smart and intense.”
Greg disputed the claims. “He’s Grissom. Grissom is not hot. He’s smart, he’s fair, he’s a good boss but he is not hot.”
Sara showed her gap. “When did you become a heterosexual woman or a gay man for that matter? Is there something we should know about you Grego?”
The balled up napkin just missed Sara.