Fandom: CSI Rating: PG Pairing: G/S Summary: Time to make a choice. Disclaimer: Most of the characters and situations in this story belong to Alliance Atlantis, CBS, Anthony Zuicker and other entities, and I do not have permission to borrow them; any others are mine, and if you want to play with them, you have to ask me first. No infringement is intended in any way, and this story is not for profit. Any errors are mine, all mine, no you can't have any. Spoilers: Through "XX" Note: The diner also exists, or did a few years ago, in another form and on the other side of the country. ********* Epilogue "I still can't believe she talked you into this," Catherine said, amused. Grissom shrugged and tugged his cap further down over his eyes to shade them from the Saturday sun. "This is Lindsey's first soccer game of the season. How could I miss it?" Warrick chuckled from Catherine's other side. "Yeah, she's got you wrapped around her finger, 'Uncle Gil'." He ignored the glare Grissom shot in his direction, and leaned back on the grass, resting his elbows on the slight slope. "Where is Sara, anyway? The game's about to start." "Right here," Sara said from behind them. "I finally found a parking space." Grissom edged over to give her room to sit next to him, but she surprised him by sitting down behind instead. The ref's whistle blew, and they all turned to look down at the field at the game's beginning; before Grissom could look back again, Sara settled herself with her knees on either side of him, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. A grin spread slowly over his face, and he leaned back against her, one hand rising to encircle her wrist. Catherine and Warrick were watching the players; Grissom pulled Sara's hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the palm. Her soft chuckle teased his ears. He sighed, content. End. Prologue     Part I     Part II     Part III     Part IV     Epilogue CSI Home Feedback