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My new video: Wild Horses : GSR

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 18:59:21 GMT

Let me know what you think :)

Liam: 1 year and counting

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 21:10:14 GMT

Liam 1 year and counting @ Yahoo! Video

Aint he a cutie :)

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What About Now?

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 18:15:53 GMT

Sighs.................

My New Video

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:12:47 GMT

GSR: Proud to Be - By Me :)

Liam in his new suit!

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 13:36:13 GMT

Thank you Jill for the new outfit - he appreciates it very much! :)

Csi Fan Fiction Awards Voting

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 15:20:52 GMT

Please vote for our story if you think it is worthy:

Nominated for: Best W.I.P: For the Calling

Vote Here: http://community.livejournal.com/csifanficawards/

Story is here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4633807/1/The_Calling

Peace out :-)

Fan Fiction award nomination

Mon, 24 Aug 2009 17:10:01 GMT

I am very proud :)

Nominated in best W.I.P for: The Calling.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4633807/1/The_Calling

My little man Liam

Sat, 15 Aug 2009 19:23:48 GMT

Here's another video of my little one from 6-8 months. Boy is he growing!

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GSR: 9 Years and Counting

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 19:05:05 GMT

GSR 9 YEARS AND COUNTING!!!!!!!!!!!

The Calling: Chapter link

Tue, 23 Jun 2009 17:41:38 GMT

Ok, so I got behind with posting The Calling on here so here is the link to all chapters. Go on, have a read, you know you want too. This is I have to say turning into something special - it's my baby! I love it :)

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4633807/1/The_Calling

An eye for an eye Chapter 1&2

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 10:38:51 GMT

Chapter 1

Grissom unlocked the door to their jungle hideaway with a smile.

They had been settled here now for just over a year. After Sara fell pregnant barely a month after Grissom had arrived in Costa Rica, they decided it best to settle into a permanent home, something more comfortable than a tent in the wilderness.

Their house was situated at the southern tip of the Nicoya Peninsula above the world famous bohemian beach town of Montezuma. The two story open concept house made of concrete and native hardwoods was set on a private hilltop and boasted fabulous one hundred and eighty degrees of ocean views and cooling breezes in the front, a river and springs with natural swimming pool and waterfall in the back. Sara fell in love with it the moment she saw it and adored the fact that you could hear the surf most days. But what she liked about it the most was the privacy, their nearest neighbour a good twenty minutes away, well, apart from the wildlife of course.

They had married in a small private ceremony six months before the birth of their son, Alexander James Grissom and both now found a happiness they never thought was possible. The contentment they found with each other and their new life was unbound and with the help of their nanny, Maria, they could still even work but they only ventured out into the jungle a few days a week, giving as much time to their son as possible...

“After you, my dear,” Grissom gestured his hand for Sara to enter in front of him.

With a cheerful snort Sara entered the house but didn’t get too far before Grissom’s hands were around her waist and her body was pinned to the outside of the still open door.

Sniggering Sara worked her hands up his back. “You know you should at least wait until we send Maria home.”

A content smile graced Grissom’s lips before his head tipped forward and his mouth laid a soft kiss on his wife’s.

“Do you enjoy your evening?” He asked.

“Very much.” Sara smiled working one of her hands to his front to play with the open second button hole of his shirt. “The walk along the beech topped it off nicely.”

“Oh?” Grissom captured Sara’s eyes in his own. “The evening has been topped off already?”

“Well...” Sara wriggled her eye brows in a suggestive manner. “Maybe not completely.”

“I hope not,” Grissom grinned snaking his hands down to Sara’s rear before giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Come on,” Sara chuckled; pulling free from his grasp, she tugged him inside before closing the door.

Hand in hand they entered the house.

“Why is it so dark in here?” Sara asked before flicking on a light switch.

“I don’t know,” Grissom began, a frown forming on his brow. “Maria?” He called.

Their response – nothing but silence.

Grissom and Sara exchanged worried glances.

“Let’s try upstairs,” Sara suggested. “She’s probably just watching over Alex, you know what she’s like.”

Grissom agreed with a nod and they quickly headed up the stairs but when they reached the nursery it was empty.

They looked at each other, worry encasing both their faces.

“Maria?!” Grissom shouted louder this time before rushing onto the landing.

They checked the bedroom, nothing. The spare room, nothing.

Quickly heading back downstairs the couple found their blissful evening had quickly turned into one of unexpected panic.

“Surely she wouldn’t have gone out anywhere at this time.” Sara said quickly as they checked the kitchen. It was empty.

“No,” Grissom agreed, fighting to stay calm. “She would never take Alex from the house without us.”

Suddenly through the semi darkness of the house Grissom noticed a light coming from his study.

“Over there,” He nodded quickly and with a tug of his wife’s hand they dashed to the study.

The couple walked through the door to the study and Grissom’s eyebrow quirked in curiosity. Why was his desk lamp on? As he reached out to shut off the light his high back, leather chair spun around and Grissom froze, staring dumbly at the man who sat snuggly within it.

“Good evening, Dr. Grissom.” His mouth twisted into a sneer as he looked up at Grissom.

Sara held her hand to her mouth in disbelief and Grissom felt his pupils dilate; unable to totally take in what was looking right back at him.

“Mc…keen….?” He just about managed to whisper.

Propping his feet up onto the desk in front of him Jeffery Mckeen just grinned before two towering men stepped out of the shadows and blocked the exit from the room.

Grissom and Sara looked at each other but before they could react the two men grabbed their arms and moved them closer to the desk. Both scientists struggled against the restraining hands but calmed a little when McKean spoke.

“I would suggest the two of you refrain from struggling, it would be such a shame to have to incapacitate you before we have a chance to chat.” Mckeen looked to his aids before back to the anxious couple. “Jose and Rico can be quite brutal if you upset them.”

“What is going on Mckeen?” Grissom gritted his teeth. “Are you not supposed to be serving a life sentence? What the hell do you want?”

“Ah…” Mckeen sat up and leaned forwards. “The questions…” He grinned again. “What? Who? When? And I’m sure why? The story of your life huh Gil?”

Grissom attempted to struggle again, he knew something was very, very wrong but when his persistence caused a shriek of pain from Sara he stilled with wide eyes.

“You struggle,” Mckeen advised, “she pays for it, so please…continue.”

Grissom didn’t move as he observed Sara’s eyes well with pain, her right arm been forcefully twisted and held behind her back.

“What, do you want?” He snarled back to Mckeen.

“Hmmm,” Mckeen flicked through some papers on the desk. “What do I want? Let me see, a little pay back.” Suddenly slamming his hands down on the desk he jumped from the chair. “That’s what I want you piece of shit!”

Grissom swallowed hard but felt the grip of his capture loosen on his arms.

“How dare you ask me what I want?” Mckeen spat. “Sitting pretty here in your cozy little life, while I rot in a hell hole, all, because of you.” He looked at Sara and smirked. “With your pretty little bitch and…” Looking back to Grissom his eyes darkened, “a newborn…..”

Mckeen had his son, Grissom knew it and his heart clenched with fear at the thought of what this animal had done to his baby boy. Suddenly the adrenaline surged through his body and he drove his elbow back into the ribs of the man that was holding him. Jose groaned, not expecting Grissom’s sudden attack. The former CSI whirled around, grabbed his jacket and pushed all of his weight against him, driving him back into one of the bookcases against the wall. He fell to the floor under a pile of disheveled books.

Sara thought quickly stomped on Rico’s foot, her heel digging right into the bone with a crunch. He let go of her arms as he yelped out in pain. Sara made a break for the door but Rico recovered quickly and reached out and grabbed her hair, yanking her whole body back to him.

“Get back here you bitch!” He growled as she fell back into him and he twisted her arms back behind her.

Grissom saw the Rico grab Sara’s hair and made a lunge for him but Jose grabbed Grissom’s ankle and pulled his feet out from under him. Grissom fell hard on the floor and rolled over just in time to see Jose to jump on him, his heavy weight crushing Grissom into the hard wood.

As the thought of his wife and son’s safety spiraled through his brain Grissom found an unfamiliar strength and pushed up on Jose, rolling them over. He straddled the man’s waist and drilled his fist down into his face. As he drew back his fist to punch the man again a deafening gunshot resounded in the room and everyone froze instantly.

“That’s enough, Grissom!” McKeen shouted as he pulled Sara from Rico’s grip and held the hot barrel of his side arm to her temple.

With a heavy swallow Grissom immediately, but slowly, did as requested and pulled himself from the man below him, his eyes fixed on the gun held at his wife’s head.

Jose, angry and embarrassed jumped to his feet. Pulling out his own sidearm and without warning, he hit Grissom in the back of the head with it as hard as he could. Sara cried out his name when he dropped to the floor with a heavy thud and failed to move.

“Shut up!” McKeen growled, “Or I swear I will kill him right now!”

Silencing quickly Sara fought to hold in the sob that was creeping up her throat. All she could do was watch as her husband lay lifeless on the floor.

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Pain pierced through Grissom’s head as he tried to focus his eyes. Then thoughts of Sara flooded his mind and the last thing he remembered was McKeen holding his gun to her head. His eyes darted around the room in desperation but he quickly found her sitting beside him, tied to her own chair with her mouth bound with tape, just like his.

Sara looked at him and he could see relief wash over her face. When Grissom was satisfied that she was unharmed he looked back at the desk where McKeen sat with his feet propped up on the wooden finish.

McKeen noticed Grissom was awake and sneered.

“Finally decided to join us again, huh, Gil?” He ignored the glare that the scientist leveled on him. “Jose, Rico, it’s time.”

The two men had been using Grissom’s chess table to entertain themselves but now stood and took their places behind the two prisoners. Rico stepped behind Sara and rested his sidearm on her shoulder. Jose was not as laid back as his brother. He was still furious at being attacked by his captive and caressed the side of Grissom’s face with his handgun. Grissom tried not to react to the feel of the cold steel against his flesh, no matter how difficult it was, but what frightened him even more, was the way that McKeen was looking at his wife.

Sara’s breasts jutted out between the ropes that tied her to the chair and McKeen watched her with lustful eyes before a grin formed on his lips. Grissom growled at the former Undersheriff and McKeen leaned forward and backhanded him hard across the face for his effort.

“You see, that’s your problem, Gil, you could never see a slut for a slut.”

Grissom struggled against his restraints as he held his glare on McKeen.

“You won’t get out of that, you self-righteous son-of-a-bitch!” Mckeen laughed, his demeanor changing quickly as he brought himself eye level with Grissom.

“Do you realize how much suffering you’ve cause by your little ‘crusade of the righteous?’ Do you realize what you cost me?!” McKean forced himself to calm a little as he stood back up. “What you cost yourself? Brown would still be alive right now if you hadn’t poisoned him with your ideals.”

McKean spat the word as if it had a bitter taste in his mouth. He paced angrily before his captives and as they watched him their fear grew at what he would do to them. They were afraid for each other more than themselves, and afraid for their son.

“You thought that getting rid of me would solve all of your problems and that you could just escape with your little whore! Didn’t you? Well you can not rid yourself of Jeffrey McKean so easily!” McKeen’s face grew a darker shade of crimson, which stood in contrast to his white hair. He turned back to face Grissom.

“So did you think that you could just replace Brown and continue with your little set up and leave me to rot in a jail cell? Did you think that you could plant your seed in that bitches belly and live happily ever after leaving Vegas behind you because you had finally had enough? Well,” He grinned, “I’ll see that that doesn’t happen.”

Grissom struggled anew at the thought of what this monster had done to his son. Sara struggled too, but eased a little when Rico grabbed her hair and roughly yanked her head back. Grissom looked over at her and when McKean laughed Grissom remembered his words.

‘You struggle, she pays for it.’

Forcing himself to calm down Grissom stopped fighting his restraints, and Rico let go of Sara’s hair. McKeen straightened himself, brushing off his coat to neaten his appearance.

“You see, Gil, unlike you, I’m a fair man. I like to give people a fighting chance. Brown had a chance, but because your poison flowed too deeply through his veins, he couldn’t see that. But as I said, I’m reasonable and I’m going to give you an opportunity to redeem yourself and save that little shit baby of yours.”

Sitting back on the desk Mckeen considered his captives for a moment. “You’re a smart man, Gil, so I’m sure that you know that part of every crusade is purification. A long journey can make a man see many things about himself, especially if that man is forced to suffer during that journey. You like games, don’t you, Gil? At least I remember you playing games when my career was on the line. Well, we’re going to play another game. You get to run a gauntlet,” McKeen smiled cheerfully, “Through the jungle and all its wonders. I have a map for you to follow and some goals for you to reach and the object of the game is very simple. Get to every point on the map within the time limit or that cute little boy of yours will lose something… every time you fail.”

Grissom felt panic grow within him as he heard Sara sob, he so desperately tried not to struggle in his chair.

“Oh… one more thing: I have always dreamed of going on a big game hunt. I guess the game doesn’t get any bigger than you. Does it, Gil? You had better be a fast runner, because I‘m a good shot.”

Nodding to Rico, Mckeen finished his rant and the thug moved quickly on command. Untying Sara he swiftly cuffed her hands tightly behind her back before pushing her into McKeen’s arms. Now Grissom did struggle as he watched McKeen’s hands move over his wife. McKeen grinned as his hand skimmed over her right breast and Sara felt her stomach turn.

“I didn’t realize she was so soft, Gil.” Mckeen teased. “So very soft.”

Gritting his teeth, hard, Grissom couldn’t object any more before both Jose and Rico untied the ropes that incarcerated him in the chair and yanked him to his feet.

Once Grissom was free from his bindings he lunged for McKeen. But he didn’t account for the fast movement affecting his already aching head and he was overtaken by a moment of dizziness. It was enough time for Jose and Rico to grab his arms and tightly cuff them behind his back. McKean laughed at his attempt and he increased the roughness of his hands on Sara’s body who tried her best not to show weakness and cry out. She almost managed it until a sharp whimper escaped her taped mouth.

Grissom looked up at his wife and struggled to hold back the tears that burned his eyes.

McKeen grasped onto Sara’s arm firmly and pulled her towards the door. Jose and Rico kept a strong hold on Grissom and followed McKean out of the house.

As they stepped outside the noise of chopper blades slicing through the air could be heard and the sound grew louder by the second. Suddenly the lights of the helicopter illuminated the people on the ground as it hovered above them. The wind caused by the whipping blades kicked up dust and they all squinted as it landed. Grissom and Sara were quickly forced to board and their abductors quickly followed. McKeen and his two men sat on the benches while they pushed Grissom and Sara onto their knees, forcing them to bend over so that they were almost folded in half.

As the chopper lifted off the ground Jose and Rico propped their heavy legs on Grissom’s back and McKeen teased Sara by constantly lifting his legs on and off of her back. Grissom had to force himself not to try and fight back. He wanted to beat them until they told him where his son was, but he couldn’t bear the thought of them hurting Sara again. He knew he was outnumbered and didn’t stand a chance. He turned his head to look at her and saw the tears in her eyes that she was doing her upmost to fight. The wind whipped through her hair, blowing several strands into her face. He hoped she could see the love he held for her in his eyes and when she nodded her head he was relieved.

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After what felt like hours Jose and Rico removed their legs from Grissom’s back and while Jose grabbed the back of Grissom’s neck and pushed his face into the floor, Rico un-cuffed his hands. McKeen did the same to Sara but cuffed one of her wrists to Grissom’s. Jose and Rico maintained a grip on each of Grissom’s arms as Mckeen repeated the action with Sara and they dragged the couple to one of the open doors.

“Here you go, Gil,” McKean yelled to be heard over the whirling blades. He held up a black bag for both of them to see, “This should give you nice start, but you better fetch it!”

McKean tossed the bag out of the door and Grissom watched as it fell through the night and noted hearing a loud splash – they were above water…

Grissom looked at his tormentor in disbelief then his glance fell to Sara. She shook her head, but the decision was made.

Jose and Rico stepped behind the couple and kicked them both in the back. Neither one had time to react as they were launched out of the chopper and into the darkness below.

They hit the cold water simultaneously and sank into its depths. Grissom gathered his bearings quickly and kicked hard, grabbing Sara’s hand that was cuffed to his; he looked for an escape through bleary eyes. Pulling Sara with him, he managed to breach the surface of the water. Ripping the tape from his mouth he gasped for air. Sara quickly did the same. They silently watched the helicopter disappear as they treaded the dark water.

“We need that bag.” Grissom gasped and Sara agreed.

They both took a deep breath and dove under the water. It was an almost futile search, they knew it, but just as they were running out of air and needed to surface Grissom grasped the bag between his fingers and tugged on Sara’s hand.

As they kicked hard and shot back up to the surface Sara felt her leg jolt. She had become snagged on something and was suddenly yanked back down into the waters murky depths. Grissom had just broken the water’s edge when he felt Sara stop and tug on his arm. He pulled but she didn’t come, then he knew she was trapped…..

Chapter 2

Grissom tugged on Sara’s hand again but she failed to rise through the water. Quickly, he tied the bag securely to his belt, took a deep breath and slid back under the water.

Luckily he found his wife quickly but only because they were still cuffed together.

The darkened water made it almost impossible to see. He could feel her struggling, tugging her leg and he knew they were running out of time. With haste he sank lower, sliding his hands over Sara’s body in an attempt to locate what was holding her down. Eventually he found it. Her foot was caught, in what; he couldn’t see, possibly a tree and one of its branches, a tree which had become just one of the growing lagoons many victims.

He managed to pry her foot free but suddenly, she stopped kicking. Bubbles floated before him as he tried to cry out under the water, calling her name. Grabbing her heavy body he tugged her up and to the surface.

“Huuuuuuhhhhh!” Grissom gasped as they broke the water’s edge, he was now desperate for air also. Frantically treading water he held Sara against him, her body, a dead weight.

“Sara! Sara!” He shouted through mouthfuls of water, attempting to stay afloat whilst clinging to his wife’s lifeless body. Her head fell limply onto his shoulder.

He had to get her out of the water and he knew it.

Pulling her back against his chest, he cupped her chin with his free hand and wrapped his cuffed one around her waist, it was easier that way. Then he swam backwards, with all he could and headed for dry land. On route he thanked god for the moon light, for without it he would have no idea which way to go, thankfully the moon allowed him a little illumination and he was able to make out the shore. Fortunately, it wasn’t too far away and he reached it within a few minutes.

Pulling Sara from the water, un-tying the heavy bag from his belt and dropping it on the floor, Grissom quickly knelt beside his beloved and brushed the wet hair from her face, she was cold, her eyes firmly closed.

“Sara!”

She still failed to respond. Quickly he put his ear to her chest and listened for a heartbeat, it was there but she wasn’t breathing. Swiftly slipping his free hand under her chin he tilted her head backwards and opened her mouth with his fingers.

“Come on sweetheart,” He begged checking her mouth was free from obstruction before placing his mouth over hers and blowing.

After several breaths he applied a few chest compressions before waiting for a response…nothing.

“Come ooooon….” He whimpered applying mouth to mouth once more.

After the third exhalation of his breath into his wife’s body, she coughed and he pulled back quickly.

Sara coughed harshly over and over as water shot from her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Grissom sighed with relief, pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her.

“Thank god,” He whispered holding her tightly as she continued to cough.

“Just let it out honey, let it all out.” Soothing his fingers down her back he waited patiently for her to calm in his arms. Once her chin fell onto his shoulder he felt her relax and squeezed his eyes firmly closed, understanding that he had just almost lost her. After several minutes Grissom pulled back and cupped her face in his hands. Her hand rose as he did so, unable to do otherwise, the chain on the cuffs keeping them close together.

Softly stroking his thumbs along her cheek bones Grissom looked into her eyes. “Are you alright?”

Eventually, Sara nodded. “What the hell is going on?” She gasped, holding her hand over his.

Shaking his head Grissom was lost for words. “I…I don’t know.”

Suddenly Sara remembered Mckeen. “Oh god, Mckeen, he’s got Alex.”

Grissom bowed his head for a moment before meeting Sara’s eyes again. He struggled for a response.

“He wants to kill us doesn’t he? Revenge for what happened, the fact that he got caught and we were the ones that caught him.” Sara rambled. “But why does he blame you? We were all involved, the whole team, why take Alex? Why…?”

Hastily, Grissom placed a finger over Sara’s lips. “Honey, don’t. We can think about it until the sun comes up but it doesn’t change the fact we are where we are and we are already running out of time.”

“Oh my god!” Realization dawned on Sara, remembering what Mckeen had said back at the house. “Alex…….”

Swallowing hard Grissom grabbed the bag from the ground; he and Sara stared at it before Grissom untied the top. Hurriedly he tipped the contents out onto the cool dirt, kneeled down and rummaged through them.

Sara was quickly kneeling beside him as he checked what they had been given.

“What have we got?” Sara asked nervously as her husband checked each item one by one.

First he held up a key. “I think this may be the key to the cuffs.” He suggested before slipping it into the small lock. ‘Click,’ the cuffs unlocked and the couple were free from their imprisonment.

Sara sighed and rubbed her wrists as Grissom dropped the cuffs.

Next he picked up a small flashlight and flicked it on. It wasn’t great and only had a small beam of light, but it was better than nothing.

The third item was a flint, which would more than likely come in handy but the forth item surprised him. He picked it up and stared at it, frowning. It was a small hunting knife.

“He gave us a weapon?” Sara commented a little shocked.

Working his jaw Grissom looked to his wife. “Evidently, he is playing with us. He knows we can’t fight back with this, he is just laughing. I’m sure it gives him great satisfaction knowing this is all we have to defend ourselves out here.”

Grissom then picked up the final item. A box, he looked at Sara before opening it carefully. On top was an envelope underneath several bandages, band aids, anti venom, pain killers and a roll of tape. He wanted them to hurt but survive and Grissom knew it.

Opening the envelope Grissom found a note from Mckeen, along with a map. He read the note aloud:

“Hello there my ex-colleagues, are we enjoying the scenery yet? I would apologize for dumping you in such a dramatic manner but it gave me great satisfaction, so I won’t. I will get straight to the point, as my friends you are running against the clock and I wouldn’t want to hinder you in your first quest.

I presume you have the map; you will find several points marked on it. All numbered. And it’s nice and simple for you, get to point one before your allocated time runs out. There, you will find a transmitter, shut it off before the clock runs out. If you don’t then your son will suffer a penalty.” Grissom stopped and cleared his throat; his eyes met Sara’s and both held equal fear.

He took a moment before continuing.

“Like I said I am a fair man and I will give you a six hour head start before I start my hunt, so you better run fast. I hope you’re fit Gil, you will need to be. But I hear you say: how can you trust me? Why don’t I just wait for you at the check point and take you down? Because I want you to suffer, you made me suffer, I am merely returning the favor. I want to see the look of utter defeat in your eyes when I kill you.

You have until dawn: 6am to reach your check point. Enjoy your stay in the jungle my friends, I look forward to seeing you again.”

Swallowing hard Grissom dropped the note and picked up the map.

“This is crazy,” Sara chocked, “Mckeen is insane.”

“Maybe so,” Grissom began looking around them, trying to get their position fixed in comparison to the map, “but right now, we have no choice but do as he asks, and we better get going because by the looks of this, we have a long way to go and its dark, so only god knows what we are going to come across.”

“Do you,” Sara swallowed hard, “think he will actually give us the six hours start?”

“I don’t know,” Grissom replied shaking his head before reaching out to caress Sara’s cheek. “We will be okay.”

Sara tried to fight her tears, “And Alex?”

Biting on his bottom lip Grissom faked a smile. “I promise I will find him, I won’t let that son of a bitch hurt our son.”

Sara nodded hearing the unfamiliar curse coming from her husband’s mouth. “Then let’s go.”

Quickly they packed up the bag and Grissom flung it over his shoulder. Checking the map one more time he pointed north.

“That way,” He suggest to the trees in front of them.

Sara nodded, took Grissom’s hand and they headed into the jungle.

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Shinning the tiny flash light down the trial the couple did their best to keep up a steady pace, but with their lack of light it was no easy task.

“Are you okay?” Grissom asked as he continued to scan the area for any kind of predator.

Sara sighed but nodded. “Yeah, what time is it?”

Grissom looked at his watch. “Just after two.”

Suddenly he came to a grinding halt, stopping Sara with him. He frowned and checked the map again before staring at what stood before them.

Sara felt her pupils dilate at the site of the cave entrance. “You think we have to go through there?” She asked shakily.

Grissom nodded and swallowed hard. “According to the map, yes.”

“Oh…”

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Grissom and Sara gazed at the entrance of the cave warily. They had no idea what lay beyond its mouth, but going up over the mountain that covered it would take too long and was out of the question. They silently looked at each other for a moment before Grissom took Sara’s hand again and lead her through the opening.

The cave was cool and dank, which was quite a contrast from the jungle outside. Grissom shined the dim beam of light coming from the torch down the tunnel. It didn’t go more than a few feet before the darkness consumed it.

The cave was eerily silent and they both longed to re-enter the jungle and the comfort that they were not alone. Even if their company was the howl of a monkey or the cry of a raccoon, it was better than the silence. The silence that makes you hear things that were not even there. The shuffling of their feet echoed through the tunnel, causing them to pause several of times. They stood silently and listened for the footsteps to continue, their heavy breaths and pounding heartbeats thunderous to their own ears.

“Okay,” Grissom said as he gently squeezed Sara’s hand. “We’re just a little paranoid, that’s all. We need to keep moving.”

Sara gave a nervous half-smile, which he couldn’t see in the dark and continued to follow his lead. They walked just a little further before Sara felt it, the moving of air followed by the distinctive flutter of wings.

Sara gasped. “What the hell was that?!”

“What?” As Grissom turned it happened again, causing Sara to yelp in surprise.

Sara’s scream unleashed the colony.

Bats of all sizes began to drop from their perches on the rocky ceiling and swooped down over Grissom and Sara. There seemed to be hundreds of them frantically darting around the startled couple.

Grissom grabbed Sara and pushed her to the ground, covering her with his body. He cringed at the feel of them as they scraped over his back and neck, tightly, he closed his eyes as he waited for the winged creatures to settle again or leave.

“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” Sara screamed beneath him as their fluttering wings and squeals penetrated her already over alert ears.

When all had calmed again Grissom cautiously stood and pulled Sara to her feet. They didn’t wait around and hurried down the caves path, both wanting to put as much distance between them and the bats nest as possible.

“Why the hell are they in here?! Sara demanded to know. “Why aren’t they out hunting?”

“I don’t know, Sara, and I really don’t care.”

Sara tripped on a rock as they hurried along and fell to her knees. Grissom quickly pulled her to her feet. “Come on, Sara,” he encouraged.

After walking for quite a while longer Grissom skidded to a sudden halt, causing Sara to crash into him. Sara was about to say something when she saw what he was shining the light on. Before them was a massive, silky white spider’s web. It was an intricate weaving with multiple layers of silken webs. In the center of the web hung a massive nest, the size of basket ball was Grissom’s estimation. He could see several spiders crawling through the massive web and stood in awe of it.

“I’ve read about these but have never actually seen one.”

“Well, right now is not a good time to be a scientist.” Sara said.

Nodding his agreement Grissom scanned the light over the web, looking for a way past it. He found, to the right of the web, a small gap. It was not very wide and looked tight but Grissom managed to squeeze his way through. He maintained his grip on Sara’s hand and as he stepped through it his foot slipped on a loose and slimy rock, he fell, taking Sara with him.

They both fell into the web, tearing it, and knocking several spiders loose. Sara reached out with her hand to brace her fall and hit the nest, poking a small hole into it and spilling out more spiders. The spiders were fast and quickly crawled up their short shirt sleeves and into their clothing.

Jumping to their feet the couple reached the other side of the web as fast as possible, and then they hurriedly tore off their shirts, frantically brushing the arachnids from their bodies. The feel of tiny legs clinging to their skin chilled them both.

Grissom brushed them off his chest, arms and shoulders and rushed to help Sara. They both had felt the multiple, tiny pairs of fangs bite into their skin. He quickly brushed them off of Sara’s back and turned so she could do the same. Feeling her husband’s panic, Sara quickly swatted her hands over her lovers back. Grissom felt one scramble up his shoulder and bite deep into his skin. He slapped the spider, smearing its innards on his hand and shoulder.

After making quick work of the spiders they grabbed their discarded shirts and shook them out vigorously. Grissom picked up the flashlight that he had dropped and watched as Sara shuddered.

“You get bit?” He asked.

“Yeah, a few times, did you?”

Grissom nodded.

He quickly looked at her bites and then had her look at his. They agreed that the bites didn’t look too ghastly and after seeing the species as close as he just had Grissom recognized them and knew were not deadly to the human body, for that he sighed with relief as did his wife.

“But these bites are gonna itch for a while.” Grissom said as he stepped forward and took her hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Come on, let’s keep moving.”

Grissom shined the light down on his watch and saw that it was about 4 a.m. They had been walking through the cave for almost two hours. He began to feel depression poring through his veins as the darkness of the cave began to creep into his very soul. He had never felt such darkness before. Then he saw it, the red flashing light.

“Sara, look!” Grissom shouted excitedly as he hurried forward.

Sara saw the light too and they felt like their feet had grown wings as a great relief welled in their hearts as they ran towards the red, flashing light. The eerie echoing of their footfalls and the fear caused by the bat and spider attacks were left far behind as husband and wife hurried forward.

Then, all-of-a-sudden, and without warning the ground gave out and Grissom dropped; taking Sara with him. Grissom instantly dropped the flashlight and it teetered on the top edge of the pit, luckily he managed to grab the ledge as he plunged into the darkness. Sara screamed in surprise as she was suddenly yanked downwards and abruptly stopped as Grissom’s strong hand maintained its grip on hers.

The beam of light partially shined down into the pit and as Sara looked fearfully below her into it she saw the four foot long pikes covering the bottom. It was at that moment that she felt their sweaty hands slipping from one another…….

My boy Liam

Fri, 05 Jun 2009 22:12:37 GMT

This is my little tiger Liam aged 4-6 months. He is just a peach :)

Liam: From 4-6 months @ Yahoo! Video

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The ultimate GSR Challenge

Wed, 27 May 2009 17:48:51 GMT

The ultimate GSR challenge is now up and running at:

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Real prizes for the winners and the compeition video is below and the link is at the bottom of the page. Come and join us and take part :)

The competition and prizes can be found here:

www.gsrforeverlove.com/page/The+Ultimate+GSR+Challenge

New fic: An eye for an eye

Thu, 21 May 2009 15:33:32 GMT

Title: An eye for an eye
Author’s: sidle77 & ELM22 (sidle’sLittleElmer)
Rating: M
Pairing: GSR

Summary: They thought they had left the insanity of Vegas behind but when a face from the past catches up with them intent on revenge Grissom and Sara become pawns in his twisted game. They must participate in order to save their own lives, and their sons but will the clock run out before the chase ends?

A/N: This is the first pairing of sidle77 and ELM22 so be warned, it’s going to be fun!

Prologue:

Their hearts raced at the same pace as they ran as fast as they could through the jungle. Gil held a death grip on Sara’s hand as he pulled her behind him.

“Come on, Sara, run!” He screamed in desperation as they both heard a bullet whiz passed their heads. They were so close now.

He pulled on her hand, hard, her weary legs now struggling to keep up the pace.

Grissom winced through his pain as did his wife, the burn of exhaustion quickly creeping up on both of them. But as they burst through the next set of trees into a small clearing the chase came to a skidding halt – there was no where left to run.

The couple stopped abruptly and looked dead ahead, disbelief highlighting both their faces. Slowly they crept forward until they reached the edge, both breathing heavily in urgent need of oxygen.

“What do we do now?” Sara gasped in anguish as she looked over the cliff, only the vicious roaring waterfall and a seventy foot drop before them.

Gil looked back at the tree line, then down at the water before back up at Sara who now stood beside him.

“We have to jump.” He said as he fought for the next breath.

“I don’t know if I can.” Sara shook her head.

“We have to,” He cupped her face with his hands. “You can do this.”

Sadly they had no more time to put their plan into action as the cock of a rifle caused them to spin around quickly.

“No where left to run my friends...”

Quickly, Grissom moved Sara behind him in an attempt to shield her, no matter how futile his action may be. But as footsteps approached in the distance the gun man became distracted and Grissom saw his chance. Leaping forward he grabbed the rifle and a fierce struggle ensued.

Sara ran from the edge as the two men scrambled on the ground and the rifle went off.

“Gil!” She shouted, thinking the bullet had struck him but she sighed when he moved and the two men continued to roll around on the ground, closer and closer to the edge.

Grissom managed a firm hold on the rifle and it went flying but taking his attention from the fight was a mistake and a heavy fist connected with his jaw, then his nose. He was pulled from the ground, his head spinning.

“Gil watch out!” Sara screamed as the two men grew closer to the edge but then she jumped as firm hands grabbed her from behind. She struggled but couldn’t break free.

“Just enjoy the show, my dear,” The cold voice sneered.

“Get off me!” Sara screamed as she kicked against his strong grip but she stilled when the barrel of a gun came into connection with her temple.

“Struggle again and your fight is over,” He informed her and she settled in his hold.

Shaking his head Grissom struggled to see straight, it was only when he saw the chilling grin on the face before him that he knew he was in trouble. He couldn’t react when he was pushed and found the ground beneath him, disappear.

“NOOO! Gil!” Sara screamed as he vanished over the edge of the cliff.....

Liam at 5 months

Thu, 14 May 2009 19:03:13 GMT

Isn't he just so cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutttttttteeeeeeeeee! :)

Calling Chapter 7

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 22:41:43 GMT

A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting guys. My personal life has become hectic and I am writing as quickly as I can. That and my muse seems to have run away with the spoon, so I am attempting to get it back.

As always I thank the superb mingsmommy for your beta and ever amazing help :)

If you want more you know what to do! Review, review, review!!!!

Chapter 7

The party was over, the guests had departed and everyone at the house had retired for the evening. Grissom, back in his cabin, looked at the rifle resting on the wooden shelf above the fireplace and found it impossible to relax. He changed quickly into his riding gear and sighed at the comfort of informal dress.

His spurs clanked on the wooden floor as he moved towards the door. Stepping outside he was happy the moon was highlighting a path and there was no need for a lantern. He headed towards the stable, intent on relieving some of the pressure currently running through his body. As he walked he found his mind wandering; it certainly had been an interesting evening. Most importantly he had agreed to return and more memories of his arrival at Providence Grove suddenly came rushing back….

Robbins led Grissom into the main house and the young boy was fascinated. The staircase went on forever; the chandeliers seemed to hang miles above his head and sparkled like a million stars all bound together and the whole house smelt clean and fresh like the first day of spring, such a contrast to what he’d experienced on the boat. He truly had never seen or felt anything like it before.

“In here lad,” Robbins directed him into a room and he complied with haste, shuffling into the room quickly.

Captain Sidle sat on a plush cream sofa with his leg perched high on a chair in front of him. Grissom stood and watched as the man emptied the contents of a glass quickly.

“Ah,” the captain looked over to Grissom and Robbins. “Come.” He crooked a finger to Grissom and the boy slowly walked closer.

“Are you alright, sir?” Robbins asked, looking at the rancher’s ankle.

“Oh, yes,” the captain looked as if he had forgotten his accident. “Just a sprain, nothing a little rest won’t fix.” He held up his glass and a servant quickly refilled it with whiskey.

“So, young man,” Captain Sidle raised his brow and Grissom shuffled nervously. “Don’t look so afraid boy; I won’t bite.”

Now Grissom’s brow rose, ‘bite?’ he thought to himself. Now he was definitely nervous.

“How is it you come to be in my company then, young Grissom?” The captain asked.

Grissom looked at Robbins, uncertainty written all over his face. He stayed silent.

“It’s alright,” Robbins reassured him. “Just tell the captain how you got here.”

Feeling his chin quiver, Grissom began to feel queasy, he didn’t want to remember the ship, it was a horrible experience. His legs began to shake and he felt uneasy on his feet.

“Get him a chair, Robbins,” the captain instructed.

Robbins complied quickly and grabbed a chair; putting it behind Grissom, he placed his hands on his shoulders. “Sit down lad, before you fall.”

Grissom shakily sat in the chair and looked at the floor.

Robbins looked to the captain who frowned deeply. “Grissom?” He said softly, swinging his leg from the chair he faced the boy in front of him and little by little Grissom raised his head.

“You don’t have anything to be afraid of here, okay? You are safe and I merely wish to discover how it us you come upon us. Alright?” Captain Sidle spoke gently in an attempt to offer reassurance.

Grissom nodded and took a deep breath. “I came on the boat, sir.”

“From where?”

“We came from Ireland, sir.”

With a smile the rancher took a sip from his glass. “You didn’t come alone though did you?”

Grissom shook his head. “No, sir, my father was on the boat with me.”

Biting on his tongue the captain looked to Robbins briefly before shuffling forwards. “And what happened to your father?”

Tears welled in Grissom’s eyes. “I don’t know, he was sick, some men took him away.”

“How long ago?”

Grissom wiped his nose, which was now running as a stray tear fell down his cheek. “I’m not sure, several days ago.”

“I told one of the boys to stay behind, sir, to see if they could find out what happened to him. He should be back soon.” Robbins stated.

Captain Sidle nodded. “And you have no one else, is that right?”

“No, sir, just my father...” Grissom whispered softly.

“Alright.” The captain reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He held it out to Grissom. “Here, lad, wipe your tears.”

Grissom’s shaky hand reached out and took the handkerchief.

“You look hungry, my boy. Are you hungry?”

After wiping his face, Grissom nodded quickly.

“Well, shall we get you something to eat?” Captain Sidle suggested.

Grissom nodded again but then they were interrupted.

Robbins turned around to see the worker he had left behind. He quickly removed his hat and stepped into the room.

“Ah, Peter,” Robbins began.

Peter nodded in respect. “Captain, sir.”

Captain Sidle grimaced but stood. Robbins moved quickly to support him.

“We will be back in a moment, young man.” The captain informed Grissom, who just nodded and waited patiently in his chair.

Robbins helped Captain Sidle over to where Peter was standing.

“Did you find out what happened to the boy’s father?” the captain asked quietly.

Peter dropped his head but nodded. “Yes, sir, I did.”

Robbins looked to Captain Sidle and both men frowned.

“And…?” Robbins urged him.

“I’m afraid the young boy’s father died on board, sir. Cholera, so I’m told.”

“Oh…” Captain Sidle stuttered and looked to Robbins. “So, he really has no one.”

They all turned to look at Grissom who was now swinging his legs back and forth under the chair.

“Don’t tell him just yet,” the captain suggested. “Let him eat first and get some rest. Then we can break the news to him.”

Robbins sighed and nodded, slowly walking back to Grissom he held out his hand.

“Come on, lad; let’s get you something to eat.”

Jumping from his seat, Grissom smiled and took Robbins’s hand. “I can stay?” he asked.

Robbins nodded. “Yes, we will take care of you…..”

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Sara, too, found herself struggling to relax. Pacing around her room, once again she fought to shake Grissom from her mind. Just like the previous evening but more so considering what had happened.

She had never met anyone like him before and he intrigued her. Could she risk sneaking out again? After several more minutes of heavy pacing she decided she could. Stripping from her night attire she slipped on her riding gear and boots and once again snuck from the house. This time she wasn’t interrupted by Nicholas and Gregory, although they did cross her mind. They were still not home and she just hoped her father would go easy on them once they stumbled in. Knowing them, they would wake the whole household.

Quietly rushing from the house she passed the stables and headed towards Grissom’s cabin but she stopped as she came across a side field just before it. She could hear the patter of hooves on the dirt and when she looked over the gate, there he was, riding in the moonlight and it was an amazing sight to see -

Hovering in the shadows, she watched him. The horse was magnificent but so was the man. Never had she seen a rider control such a fiery beast so well and he did it with feeling and passion. It was almost as if the horse could feel his commands, as not for even an instant did Grissom lose any sort of control even though he pushed the horse to its limits.

She watched in awe until Grissom finally dismounted his Mustang. Her eyes widened as he headed her way and she quickly dashed away from the gate to hide behind a large willow tree.

Pulling his horse, Grissom led him through the gate and locked it securely behind him.

“You know it’s impolite to stare.”

Sara felt herself tense.

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“Are you going to come out or just pretend you are not there?” Grissom gently stroked his Mustang’s mane and looked towards where he knew she was hiding.

Chewing on her bottom lip Sara stepped out from behind the tree.

“You ride well,” she said quickly as their eyes met.

Grissom took a step towards her and she quickly retreated, taking several steps back.

“Are you afraid of me?” Grissom forced himself not to grin.

“No.”

Grissom raised his right brow. “So, why do you step back?”

“Well for one, I do not know you properly and two, you have a mighty large beast in your hands.”

Now Grissom smirked. “You do not know me? Yet, you watch with such interest, is that right?”

“I was admiring your horse.”

“Oh.”

Sara took a step forwards. “What’s his name?”

“Dante.”

Sara raised her brow now but smiled. “He’s beautiful.” She reached out to touch him.

“Careful!” Grissom said quickly holding out a warning hand. “He isn’t very accommodating to strangers...”

Grissom watched in fascination as Sara ignored his advice and reached out without hesitation to touch Dante. He was more surprised at the fact the animal allowed her to touch him. Usually he would buck or be most displeased when an unfamiliar hand fondled him.

There was something very different in the air tonight and a tingling curiosity washed over him as Dante happily snaked his tongue out over Sara’s hand, causing her to giggle.

“I think he likes you.”

Sara smiled as she pulled her eyes from the horse to hold Grissom’s gaze. “I like him, too.”

A shudder hit Grissom’s spine as their eyes locked and her words melted through him. Was she talking about the horse? Something inside told him no.

Clearing his throat Grissom tried to dismiss his theory, as she said she did not know him, how could she even consider such a thing? Plus, he certainly didn’t have the right status to be in favor with the captain’s daughter. He was merely a worker when it came down to it, and he knew that. Yet, it was his nature to be accommodating. “Would you like to take a walk?”

Sara smiled, “I don’t know, it is very late,” Sara glanced around trying to look innocent. “And dark.”

“Do you not trust me?”

Sara grinned as she took a step towards Grissom. “Should I have reason not to?”

Grissom wanted to grin; she really was playing with him wasn’t she? But he refrained from saying so. He, too, stepped forward and Sara looked a little surprised.

“You are the one who came here at this hour. Are you sure it was to just admire the horse?”

Sara folded her arms firmly and Grissom’s eyes widened, he’d gotten too carried away with her banter and forgotten his place.

“Sara, I apologize,” he said quickly. “That was a foolish and unacceptable question.” Grissom bowed his head for a moment before meeting her eyes once again, “I have stepped out of line. I should go.” Taking his horses reins he turned away.

“But you owe me a walk,” Sara responded with haste.

Grissom stopped and spun around, a look of surprise on his face. “I do?”

Sara nodded. “Unless you have changed your mind?”

Looking back to Dante for a moment, Grissom stroked him again, “No but…you were right, it is late and dark and should you even be out here?”

Smirking Sara began to walk down the path. “You really do worry too much Mr Grissom, you know that?”

Grissom grinned as Sara stopped and turned to him. “Are you coming?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Grissom nodded with a smile and followed her down the path.

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Grissom and Sara began walking about the grounds, keeping in the illuminated spots so they could see where they were going.

“I would like to thank you again, Mr Grissom, for not saying anything to father. He would have not been pleased with my rejection of Hank.”

Grissom stopped and gently pulled Sara to a stop, grabbing her right arm lightly. “Can you do me a favor?”

Sara blinked a few times but nodded. “If I can...”

“Please call me Gil.”

Sara smiled.

“And, please stop thanking me for earlier; I did not do it for praise. I did it because you needed the assistance, and I just don’t like to see a lady in distress.”

“Okay.” Sara grinned lightly and brushed her hand over his as it held her arm, bringing it to rest softly on top.

Grissom looked down at her hand and suddenly his heart pounded; her skin was so warm and soft. Breathing heavily and swallowing hard, he cleared his throat.

“Um, shall we continue?” Grissom gestured in front of them.

With a nod Sara removed her hand and they continued to walk; Grissom released Dante and he trotted happily in front of them.

“Is it okay to let him wander like that?” Sara asked.

With a grin Grissom tapped Dante lightly but Sara jumped out of her skin when he yelled…

“Yah!”

Dante bolted from the spot and within seconds was out of site.

Holding her hand to her heart in shock and stopping, Sara looked at Grissom with wide eyes. “What was that?” She gasped.

With a light chuckle Grissom shrugged his shoulders and continued walking.

Shaking her head Sara quickly followed. “Shouldn’t you go after him? He could wander anywhere.”

“Whistle.” Grissom requested.

“I’m sorry?”

Grissom repeated himself. “Whistle.”

Sara grabbed Grissom’s arm and he stopped once again. They faced each other.

“You want me to whistle at your horse?” She asked, astounded.

Grissom nodded.

“Why?”

Folding his arms Grissom grinned. “Humor me?”

Ruffling her nose Sara pursed her lips. With a gentle smile Grissom watched how she licked her lips and whistled.

“Not bad,” Grissom chuckled and Sara stood back in amazement as a few seconds later Dante came bolting from the darkness. He stopped in front of them, panting lightly.

Mouth agape Sara looked at Grissom. “How…?”

“Simple, it proves he likes you and he trusts you and this is why I am happy to let my horse roam free. He always does as he is told and comes when I ask him. I trust him, he trusts me.”

“How did you know he would come to me?”

Grissom smiled and patted Dante. “I didn’t, usually he only comes when I call him so I guess he is also a very good judge of character. He doesn’t make friends lightly and neither do I.”

“Should I feel honored?” Sara chuckled, raising her brow.

Grissom shook his head. “No, Sara, I am the one who feels honored.”

Sara struggled for words and for several moments silence enveloped them as they just looked at each other.

Finally, Sara spoke. “Well, shall we continue and you can tell me a little about yourself as we now appear to be friends.”

A quaint grin pursed Grissom’s lips and he nodded his agreement. They continued to walk until they came across the stream running around the outskirts of the estate.

“So,” Sara began as they followed the stream, “you have been away for a long time, I gather you have returned for a reason?”

“Yes,” Grissom replied plainly.

“Thought so. You know I remember you.” Sara sat on an old tree trunk and urged Grissom to join her. He did, but kept enough distance between the two of them. Dante wandered down the stream.

“You do?”

“Yes, only a little but I remember always seeing you around the horses.”

Grissom chuckled to himself.

“Why are you laughing?” Sara’s brow furrowed.

“Oh,” Grissom grinned as he picked up a small stone and threw it into the stream. The loud ‘plop’ echoed around them. “I was just remembering you, too. You were, shall we say…challenging.”

“Challenging? Come on Griss…erm, Gil,” Sara smiled, “You have to do better than that.”

“Oh, I do, do I?”

“Yes,” Sara mewed. “I like honesty, so give it to me. What exactly was I like?”

Picking up another stone and launching it through the air Grissom turned to face Sara with a grin. “It’s late, Sara.” He stood. “Let me walk you back to the house.”

Grissom watched as Sara’s eyes saddened and she looked to the floor.

“I promise I will chat with you more, okay? But another day; it is very late and you have an early start in the morning.”

Looking up sharply a frown highlighted Sara’s features. “I, have an early start?”

Grissom nodded.

“What exactly do you mean?” Sara tilted her head curiously.

“Your father has asked me to stay and help him run the grove; I, in turn, convinced him to let you help too.”

“What?” Sara screeched, astonished, standing quickly.

Grissom chuckled.

“Are you serious? You’re staying and father said I can actually help?”

“I am and he did.”

Sara was flabbergasted and grabbed Grissom’s arm. “But, how did you ever convince him?”

Grissom merely smiled. “I have my ways.”

“But why would you do that?” Sara looked into his eyes and Grissom was sure he could get lost in hers; they were so beautiful and pure.

He cleared his throat. “Because I know you can do it.”

Eyeing him carefully Sara tightened her grip on his arm and Grissom tensed a little under her touch.

“How?” She asked softly, never taking her eyes from his.

“I just do.”

For a long moment nothing else was spoken.

“We should go,” Grissom eventually suggested, breaking the moment.

Sara slipped her hand from his arm. “Yes.”

Grissom nodded and they headed back towards the stable.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Grissom asked a little way back along the path.

With a chuckle, Sara pursed her lips and whistled….

Calling chapter 6

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 22:38:34 GMT

Chapter 6

Captain Sidle sat at one end of the table, Laura at the other. Grissom was wedged between Catherine and Sofia on one side and Sara between Hank and McKeen on the other.

As the servants brought in a vast array of dishes and ensured all the guests had drinks, Grissom tried to keep a positive frame of mind. There seemed to be a light, pleasant atmosphere emanating around the room as everyone chatted quietly and more than he realized his eyes floated across the table to meet Sara’s. More often than not, she was looking right back at him.

The aromas of the many dishes, both sweet and savory tickled his nostrils and Grissom looked around the dinner table in disbelief after everything had been laid out. He had never seen so much food. Scattered around the table was a saddle of fine mutton, ham, beef, turkey, duck, eggs with greens, vegetables, potatoes, beets, hominy. The last dish he grinned at; always found at a fine dinner, made of white corn and beans. It was a very tasty dish; he didn’t often get to eat it.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen,” Captain Sidle stood, holding up his glass, “here is to friends and family. May they live well and prosper in all that they do. I thank you all for being here.”

Everyone held up their glasses and “To friends and family,” was spoken in unison by all.

The captain smiled and sat but upon hearing a throat being cleared he looked across the table. His eyes met Grissom’s.

“Captain would you mind if I say a few words and make a toast?” Grissom fiddled nervously with his napkin unsure of the appropriateness of his request.

“Certainly, Gil,” the rancher smiled. “Go ahead.”

Standing a little shakily, Grissom looked around the room to observe all eyes had fallen on him. He cleared his throat once more before taking a deep breath. He began –

“It has been a long time since I left Providence Grove, but I always had a good life while I was here and in all honesty, I faired rather well once I left. However, I do feel I owe the good fortune of my existence to two men.” He looked to Captain Sidle. “One is sitting at the head of your table; the other sadly, is no longer with us.” Grissom looked down to the floor briefly before raising his head. He held up his glass. “I would like to propose a toast to Albert Robbins, for being a man of honor, a man of passion and a man of kindness.” He looked around the table to each person in turn before continuing, stopping at the captain. “He saved my life and I will miss him dearly.” Grissom’s final words held a very evident tone of sadness and his voice cracked slightly.

One by one everyone held up their glasses and Captain Sidle nodded his respect to Grissom.

“Albert Robbins.” The captain stood and announced with pride.

“Albert Robbins,” the room returned together before sipping their drinks.

Grissom and the captain sat and Grissom’s glance again fell to Sara. She smiled in appreciation of his toast and Grissom found himself wondering just how many other people actually appreciated what he’d just said. He knew something just wasn’t right about The Grove, he just didn’t know what.

“Please, everyone,” Captain Sidle started. “Eat, or the food will be cold.”

There were general murmurs of approval and the feast began.

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After dinner and dessert came more drinks. Madeira, Port, Brandy or whatever was requested. The gentlemen moved to the lounge where they enjoyed their pipes and cigars. Well, everyone apart from Grissom. He wasn’t a smoker, but he found himself bearing it as he stood with the other men and attempted to join in the conversation.

All the ladies returned to the living room where they chatted lightly. Sara was fanning herself in an attempt to cool off a little. The air around the house was now warm and sticky and she just wished she could get out of her dress and into something more comfortable.

Back in the study the conversation shifted back to dinner.

“Moving speech you made earlier Grissom,” McKeen looked to Grissom before taking a tug on his pipe. His voice, Grissom noted, seemed flat with a lack of emotion.

“I merely like to give respect where respect is due, sir.”

“Indeed, my boy,” McKeen nodded, “Indeed.” He held us his glass for a refill.

Why did Grissom have the feeling McKeen was just playing with him? He seemed more interested in the refreshments than the conversation.

“Will you excuse me, gentlemen?” Grissom gave a slight bow and walked out into the hall. He didn’t quite know where he was heading, he just needed a break.

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Sara automatically nodded at a remark made by Catherine. The conversation rambling around her had fallen dead on her ears almost five minutes ago. She too needed a break and decided to get some air. Excusing herself, she headed towards the veranda.

Walking outside and down the veranda steps towards the garden, Sara took a satisfyingly deep breath and let the cool air fill her lungs. Closing her eyes for a brief second she enjoyed the quiet whilst leaning softly against a large oak tree. Far away from the party, she lapped up the sensual and serene environment.

“You’re missing the party…”

Clenching her eyes tightly at the intrusion, Sara turned slowly to see Hank approaching. She smiled weakly.

“I just needed a little air.”

“Hmmmm.” Hank stepped closer. “I have to say the moonlight highlights you perfectly, Sara.”

Sara felt her brow rise. “Um, thank you.” She took a small step backwards as Hank got closer.

“You don’t have to thank me, Sara,” Hank slurred. “I only give praise where praise is due.”

Reaching out with his right hand Hank brushed his fingers over Sara’s cheek and she jumped. With eyes wide, she took another step back.

“Hank, please,” Sara spoke softly. “I told you last time, I’m not ready for this yet, regardless of what my father may think.”

Hank folded his arms across his chest and sighed. “What do I have to do to make you ready, Sara? You know I like you, I’ve always liked you.”

Suddenly, Sara noted a change in his voice, firmer and more aggressive.

“You know we were made for each other, why won’t you let me make you happy?”

Swallowing hard Sara now wished she had stayed inside, next time; she will just bare the boring conversations. “You’ve had too much to drink Hank, just go back and enjoy the party. We can talk more when you are sober.” With that she attempted to turn back towards the garden but Hank lunged forward and grabbed her with force.

“What are you doing?” Sara gasped, half in fear, half in astonishment as Hank held her upper arms firmly.

“I want to know why, Sara?” Hank barked. “I’m offering you everything and yet you keep turning me away.”

Sara squirmed; his hold was now hurting her. “Hank, please…”

“Please what?” He laughed leaning forward, now trying to kiss her.

“No, Hank!” Sara struggled, attempting to break free from his tight grip.

“Come on, Sara, you know we’re meant to be together, I want it, your father wants it and I know you want it.” He almost stumbled forward now, putting more pressure onto Sara’s arms. He had definitely had one drink too many and as he breathed, the stench of his foul breath fell onto Sara; she cringed.

“I can give you everything, what else do I have to do to prove that I want you in my life, huh?”

Sara continued her vain struggle, but he wasn’t letting up, “Hank, please!”

Hank just grinned….

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“I believe the lady has declined your attentions and has asked to be released.” A calm voice drifted from behind them.

Hank jumped, releasing his grip on Sara as he spun around quickly.

Grissom stepped out from the darkness; his cool and narrow gaze clashed with Hank’s.

“Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do?” The younger man growled.

Stepping to the side Sara shuffled nervously, fiddling with her fingers as her glance floated between the two men and occasionally the floor. She felt herself swallow hard as Grissom took a firm step forwards.

“Did I tell you what to do?” The older man spoke softly and composed. “I believe I merely pointed out an obvious fact. The lady said no, but you didn’t seem to hear her wishes.”

Hank looked to Sara and she quickly looked away so he returned his attention back to Grissom.

“You have no idea what you are meddling with here, Grissom.” Hank spat. “You may have the captain under your thumb but you are nothing more than worker trash and you have no right poking your nose into my business or what I may, or may not do.”

Inhaling a deep breath and working his jaw slightly, Grissom tried to control the burn of anger churning in his stomach and rising up his throat. He stepped forward again, causing Hank to take a step back.

“I suggest you rejoin the party, Hank, while it’s still accommodating.” Grissom’s voice was still calm but held a good amount of steel.

Grissom watched as Hank furrowed his brow and he prepared himself for some kind of retaliation, but their confrontation was interrupted.

“Hank!”

Three heads turned to see McKeen looking over the veranda. “Hank, get up here, a matter has arisen and we need to depart.”

“Yes, Uncle!” The younger man called back and watched as McKeen disappeared out of site.

Giving Sara another quick glance before turning his head, Hank glared back at Grissom. “I’ll be seeing you around Grissom,” he snarled, a hint of threat very evident in his voice.

Grissom nodded. “More than you’d hoped for, I’m sure.” His expression was bland as the words left his mouth.

Hank turned and stomped heavily back up the veranda steps.

As soon as Grissom was satisfied he was gone he took a step closer to Sara. “Are you alright?” Grissom asked concerned.

Smiling weakly, Sara nodded. “I’m fine, thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Miss Sara. I just feel that a woman should be able to make her own choices and not have them forced upon her. Especially a woman of such integrity and beauty.”

Sara smiled. “Please, just call me Sara, the whole Miss thing, really, is for my father’s ears only.”

“As you wish.”

Sara found herself drawing a heavy inhalation as she looked into his eyes. “I do.”

Grissom returned her smile and held out his arm. “Would you allow me to escort you back inside?”

A tender grin pursed Sara’s lips and she slipped her arm through Grissom’s. “Thank you.”

Grissom held his smile as they walked slowly towards the veranda.

“Will you promise me something?” Sara asked quickly.

“Certainly,” Grissom responded although his brow furrowed. “If it is within my means.”

“Please do not tell father what just happened.”

Grissom stopped and looked at Sara confused. “Why?”

“Hank just had too much to drink; I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Sara he could have hurt you, he…”

“No,” Sara shook her head. “He isn’t usually like that and it’s my fault, he tries so hard I’m just not…” Sara looked away, “Just promise me you will not tell anyone; it will cause more trouble than it’s worth.”

Thinking hard, Grissom gnawed heavily on his bottom lip.

“Please!” Sara begged.

Grissom nodded. “As you wish.”

“Thank you,” Sara sighed with relief and they continued back towards the house.

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As they entered the living room, Grissom watched as Sara looked around it nervously, then noticed as her body relaxed. Hank was nowhere in sight.

“Ah, there you two are.” Captain Sidle appeared in front of them. “I wondered where you were. Getting acquainted?”

Sara looked at Grissom and then back to her father. “A little, we crossed paths in the garden. The air outside is quite lovely.”

The captain fiddled with his collar. “Yes it is a little stuffy in here; I could do with a little fresh air myself.”

“Did Colonel McKeen and Hank leave?” Sara asked.

“Yes,” the captain began. “A messenger came from his estate, he was needed.”

“Shame,” Sara whispered.

“Sorry my dear, what was that?” Her father appeared not to have heard her.

“Oh, nothing father, I’m just a little tired, I think I will turn in, if that’s all right?”

“Of course, but make sure you say goodnight to everyone before you go.”

Sara nodded. “Yes, Father,” She spoke before turning to Grissom. “Goodnight, Mr Grissom,” Her voice was soft as she once again took in the sight of his sparkling blue eyes.

Taking Sara’s hand, Grissom kissed the back and smiled into her skin. “Goodnight, Miss Sara.”

With a smile, Sara headed towards her mother and Catherine.

Grissom watched as she walked away, he was sad to see her go but after what had just happened, it was probably for best. Although he had only known this woman for a day, he already felt something stirring deep within him, an attraction he had never felt before. He tried to shake the thought; he was being impractical and ridiculous. This is why he knew he shouldn’t drink, it interfered with his sensibilities.

“Fancy another walk?” Captain Sidle asked, snapping Grissom out of his apparent trance.

“Huh? Oh sorry, sir, I was, um…”

“Lost in thought by the looks of it,” the captain chuckled. “Need another drink?”

“NO.” Grissom said quickly. “Sorry,” Grissom stumbled, “No, thank you, sir. I’m fine.”

“Very well.” Captain Sidle laughed. “Walk, then?”

Grissom nodded and the two men headed back out into the garden.

“Colonel McKeen is still your neighbor?” Grissom asked as the two men enjoyed the night air.

“That he is. Neighbor and I suppose, rival. He still makes more money.”

Grissom frowned. “But you are friends?”

“More associates; we have a past and respect one another but that doesn’t stop us competing against each other.” Captain Sidle fondled his beard. “The problem with Jeffery is he wants to rule the world, always has. He doesn’t always think beyond his wallet.”

Grissom pondered the captain’s words. He wasn’t quite sure what he meant.

“Anyway,” Captain Sidle stopped, so Grissom did also. “We have something to discuss.”

“We do?”

“A question you need to answer for me, huh?” The captain grinned.

Grissom thought and then realization hit him. “Oh…Will I stay?”

The captain nodded.

“And your answer in regards to Sara is?” Grissom asked with a smirk.

“Ha!” The rancher laughed. “You first, my boy, please or we may still be here when the sun comes up!” Captain Sidle looked to the sky for a moment and enjoyed the twinkling of the stars, the sky was so clear. “Gil, seriously, this is not something I ask lightly, you know that right?” He looked back to the younger man by his side.

Grissom smiled. “Yes, sir, I know that.”

The captain turned to face Grissom and folded his arms. “So? Will you stay?”

There was silence for several moments as Grissom considered his answer for the final time, only the sounds of nature around them could be heard and a lonely bull frog croaked in the distance.

Finally, Grissom spoke. “I will stay, at least until we can get the ranch back on its feet. Beyond that, we can decide when we come to it. Good enough?”

“Good enough,” the captain replied. “Thank you. Gil. You will not regret this, I promise.”

“I will have some things to sort out, I have some land that will need taking care of and my horses and I also have responsibilities that will need to be covered. So, I will need the use of a messenger unless I go back myself.”

“I will organize a messenger for you tomorrow and if you feel at a later date you must return for a few days, then we will do what is necessary. All right?”

“Yes.” Grissom replied happy for now with a messenger.

“I realize you do have a life beyond this Gil, although,” the captain chuckled, “I am yet to discover what that is, but I know it’s not easy to drop everything. It means a lot to me that you are staying.”

“I know…so…your answer is?” Grissom then asked.

First the captain frowned but then he got the question. “Ah,” the rancher smiled. “My daughter…”

Grissom nodded.

Now the rancher considered his decision. “I will allow you to teach her elements of The Grove but there are conditions.”

Grissom slipped his hands into his pockets as he wait for Captain Sidle’s terms.

“Sara must be supervised if working around the estate at all times, preferably by you.”

Grissom nodded.

“Nothing dangerous and do not allow her to tell you how to do your job. By no means do you give into any request she makes that you do not feel appropriate. She can be quite persistent.”

Grissom grinned.

“She wants to learn and she shall, so you will need to be persistent with her also. I mean, don’t make her plow the fields or anything, hard labor is definitely out. But she needs to understand that if she wants to work, then it isn’t always easy.” The Captain began wlaking again and Grissom followed. “Though don’t be too hard on her. Build her up gradually and show her all that is required to run this estate.”

“Yes, sir.”

“If you take her out of the grounds or into town, you will need protection and more often than not, people to accompany you.”

Grissom frowned. “Protection?”

Captain Sidle grinned. “It is not always a safe world out there, Gil. I need to know my daughter is safe. If she is with you, I’m sure she will be, but you can never be too careful. Come inside, Gil, I have something for you.”

Grissom nodded, and though his thoughts had turned curious, he followed the captain inside. They headed to his study and walked inside.

Taking a chain from his pocket the captain unclipped a small key from it. Walking to the far wall he opened a large oak cabinet.

Grissom watched as Captain Sidle pulled out a rifle. He turned and held it across his arms.

“This is a Remington rolling block rifle.”

“Yes, sir, I know that.” Grissom found his throat going dry and took a heavy gulp as he looked at the pristine conditioned rifle with a walnut butt.

“I thought you might.” Captain Sidle smiled, “It has a thirty five inch round barrel and takes .50-70 caliber ammunition. It’s easy to load,” The rancher flipped the gun open to demonstrate and Grissom watched carefully.

Clicking the gun closed he held it out. “I want you to have this, Gil. You might need it.”

The younger man didn’t reach for the gun. He chewed on his bottom lip as he looked the weapon over. “I’m not sure, Captain; guns are not really my forte.” He raised his gaze to meet the captain’s.

“You know how to shoot, Gil. I know you do, I taught you myself remember?”

With a nod, Grissom sighed. “I remember, I just don’t…”

“You need to be safe, Gil and if my daughter is in your hands then I would rather you can protect her if you need to. Do you not agree?” He stepped forward and urged Grissom to take the rifle.

After a long pause, Grissom reached up and took the gun.

“Better to be safe than sorry.” The captain spoke, squeezing Grissom’s shoulder.

With a heavy swallow Grissom nodded. “Yes, sir.”

A/N: As always I thank the delightful mingsmommy for your help and beta

The Calling Chapter 5

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 15:47:46 GMT

A/N: thanks again, to mingsmommy, for being my back bone with this story, for helping, guiding and making me better, oh and for not beating me too hard, even though sometimes I need it! Thank you to everyone for the reviews. This story has become very passionate to me and I’m hoping it will be very special. Pleeeeease review and let me know how you feel!

Chapter 5

Stepping into the house Grissom was immediately greeted by two servants waiting in the entrance hall.

“Good evening, Mister Grissom, sir,” the male spoke, bowing his head.

“Good evening,” Grissom replied with a smile but not quite sure how the servant knew who he was.

“If you care to follow Rana, sir, she will escort you to Captain Sidle and his guests.”

“Thank you,” Grissom began, “have all the guests arrived yet?”

“No sir, just Mr Braun’s daughter, Lady Catherine Willows and her niece.”

“Samuel Braun?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Lady Catherine?” Grissom was bemused. Since when was she a lady? In more ways than one, Catherine Braun was never that. Fine, her father was rich and she was always spoiled, but a lady? Obviously she wasn’t the same woman she was all those years ago. At least he hoped so; she would never leave him alone. At least the name meant she had married, so maybe he was safe.

The servant merely nodded and gestured for Grissom to follow Rana and he complied with curious thoughts.

Rana led Grissom to the living room and he immediately spotted the small group of people talking by the open veranda doors, two servants standing close by, ready to meet their every need. The small group was so engrossed in conversation they didn’t notice him.

“I will announce you, sir,” Rana began.

“No, no.” Grissom said quickly, “Not necessary.”

A slight frown knitted Rana’s brow, it was custom for her to announce the guests. “Are you sure, sir?”

“I’m sure, but thank you.”

With a simple nod Rana backed away before returning to the entrance to wait for the other guests.

Watching the four people chat and walking into the room quietly, Grissom recognized Catherine immediately. She hadn’t changed much at all. Enjoying the light breeze which was floating in from the open doors, Grissom took a satisfying deep breath and prepared to say hello; but before he got the opportunity Catherine turned her head in his direction.

“Oh, my word,” escaped from Catherine’s mouth and the four people turned to look at Grissom.

“Gil!” The captain proclaimed happily strolling towards Grissom and placing a firm arm around his shoulder. “I’m glad you came.”

With an unsure smile Grissom nodded.

“And,” Captain Sidle whispered with a grin, “I have to say my boy, I think the suit looks better on you than it ever did on me, I am exceedingly impressed.”

Clearing his throat with minor embarrassment Grissom looked down at his attire. He may look good but it didn’t mean he felt comfortable; he just wasn’t used to this.

“Well, come say hello; I believe there is an old friend for you to get reacquainted with.”

The captain led Grissom towards the three ladies and Grissom observed how each of them seemed to be ogling him. He felt his cheeks reddening.

“Good evening, Gil,” Laura smiled looking him over from head to toe. “You look very handsome tonight.”

“Thank you.” Grissom blushed before his eyes moved to Catherine.

“I’ll second that,” Catherine grinned at him. “It’s been a long time, Gilbert Grissom.” She held out her hand.

With a nod, Grissom took her hand and kissed it lightly. The delightful fragrance of roses in blossom caught his nostrils and he found it most pleasing. “It’s good to see you, Catherine, and yes, it has been a long time.”

“Too long,” she retorted with a sparkle in her eye and a seductive grin highlighting her lips.

Grissom found his right brow rising and cleared his throat nervously. “And who is this lovely lady?” He asked gazing at the young woman by Catherine’s side, quickly changing the subject.

Catherine smiled; “This is my niece, Sofia Willows.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Willows.”

Sofia smiled as he kissed her hand. “A pleasure to meet you, too; my aunt has always spoke about you. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

Grissom smiled, wondering exactly what Catherine had told her about him.

“What would you like to drink, Gil?” Captain Sidle asked.

“Oh, um,” Grissom hesitated, he wasn’t a big drinker, he never had been.

“Come on, Gil,” the captain urged noticing his hesitation, “we are here to enjoy ourselves, relax and have some fun.”

Letting out a short breath Grissom gave in. “Very well, I’ll have a scotch.”

With a grin, the captain clicked his fingers and one of his servants was there in an instance.

“Yes, sir?”

“Scotch,” the captain said quickly, “a large one.”

“Yes, sir.” The servant turned and headed to the fine rustic colored, demilune shaped bar in the center of the far wall and prepared the drink, returning quickly.

“Your drink, sir,” he held out the silver tray to Grissom.

“Thank you,” Grissom replied, taking the drink. Placing the glass to his lips he sipped lightly and enjoyed the strong oaky flavor on his tongue.

“So,” Catherine began, “where have you been hiding all these years?”

Swirling the contents of his glass in smooth circles Grissom considered Catherine’s question with a quaint grin. All eyes fell upon him as he failed to answer immediately. Eventually, he opened his mouth to speak but he was interrupted….

“Colonel Jeffrey Mckeen and Hank Pedigrew,” was announced by Rana.

“Ah,” the captain looked over with a smile and the two men headed in the groups direction.

Grissom watched as Captain Sidle extended his hand to Mckeen, “Good to see you, Jeffrey.”

“Good to see you, too, Thomas,” Mckeen replied. “I thank you for the invitation.”

“My pleasure,” the captain shifted his gaze to Hank and again extended his hand. “Good to see you too, Hank.”

Shaking the ranchers hand Hank smiled. “A pleasure to see you as well, sir.”

“Sara will be down shortly,” the captain continued with a slender grin and Grissom noted how Hank’s smile broadened.

Captain Sidle led the two men to his guests after requesting their drinks from the servants.

All the guests exchanged hellos and pleasantries, all knowing each other until it came to Grissom.

“Jeffrey, Hank this is Gil Grissom,” Captain Sidle pointed out when they reached him. “Gil, this is Colonel Jeffrey Mckeen and his nephew Hank Pettigrew.”

Grissom shook each man’s hand in turn, “Pleasure to see you again, Colonel, and to meet you, Hank.” Grissom spoke respectively. Although his hand shake with Hank seemed a little rougher and Grissom noticed how the younger man seemed to glare at him.

“Ah yes, I remember you,” Mckeen began. “You lived here, oh, some time ago, right?”

Grissom nodded, “Yes sir, I left some years ago.”

“Yesss…” Mckeen continued, “the horse boy, you had an amazing relationship with the horses and if I recall, you were a fine worker too.”

A gentle chuckle escaped Grissom’s lips, “Thank you and yes that would be me.” Grissom did his utmost not to sound immodest. “And I still get on well with the horses sir.”

“Good, lad, good! Nice to see you, are you staying long?”

Grissom stood still as Captain Sidle patted him on the back.

“Hopefully,” the captain replied for him and Mckeen merely nodded in return before looking at Hank; he didn’t look too impressed and Grissom noticed.

“Well, gentlemen, here are your drinks,” the captain urged them to take their refreshments from the servant. “Ladies would you like a top up?”

The three women all sounded their agreement and their glasses of champagne were quickly replaced before everyone dispersed into small groups to chat.

Grissom remained by the open doors and watched as Mckeen seemed to drag Hank into a corner where the two whispered, Sofia chatted with Captain Sidle and Laura, then Grissom felt a tug on his arm and came face to face with Catherine.

“Hello,” she said softly.

“Hello,” Grissom smiled, finishing his drink.

“You, too, look like you need a top up,” Catherine gestured to his empty glass.

Shaking his head Grissom found himself biting on his bottom lip. “I’m fine.”

“Nonsense,” Catherine grinned grabbing the attention of one of the servants. She took his empty glass and handed it to the willing helper who refilled it quickly and returned it to Grissom.

“You see, you just need a woman’s touch.”

Feeling his gut clench Grissom averted his gaze from Catherine and took a heavy swig from the glass before smiling weakly.

“I think you are required.” He inclined his head towards Sofia beckoning her aunt.

Catherine frowned before sighing. “Don’t think you are getting away with this,” she said quickly before heading towards Sofia.

Slightly shaking his head, Grissom thanked the gods for the interruption. Catherine Willows could just not leave things alone; he turned and looked outside, and for a few quiet moments, enjoyed the peace and quiet, but only briefly…

Sensing a presence, Grissom returned his glance into the room and looked around until his eyes settled on the doorway. His glance falling upon one thing and one thing only – Sara. He was mesmerized. He was transfixed, glued to the spot. She looked – amazing.

The dress she wore, well, he couldn’t quite seem to find a word for it as he took in every inch of the garment and the way it complemented her body. The gown contained all necessary elements for showing off her fine figure and graceful movements. There was something especially beautiful too, in the expanse of her chest and shoulders in the tight light-coloured high dress, merino or silk, he wasn’t quite sure which, but it was like a fair sloping sunny bank, with the long taper arms and the slender waist so graceful and elegant.

And then the long full folds of the skirt which lie all close together like the flutings of an Ionic column, as if born to quit at that sweet waist, but expand gradually below as if fearing to fetter those fair feet.

Grissom was sure he shuddered but then their eyes locked for a brief moment and he knew he did but then as Sara’s eyes scanned his body, the cool shudder he felt moments before became an almightily blast of heat rushing through his blood.

Looking back into his eyes Sara smiled graciously.

Returning Sara’s smile Grissom watched as Captain Sidle called his daughter and she entered the room.

“Good evening, father, mother,” Sara greeted her parents.

“Good evening, my dear,” Captain Sidle looked his daughter over, “and may I say you are looking particularly beautiful this evening? It’s nice to see you in a dress rather than your riding attire.”

With a mock smile, Sara thanked her father.

“Hank is here,” the Captain glanced across the room to where Hank was standing with his uncle.

Sara cringed as she watched Hank down the glass of bourbon. “I can see that father, yes, thank you. But please,” she implored, “I would like a pleasant evening, no matching, please,” her voice now held a tone of desperation.

“Nonsense, Sara! We are all here to enjoy ourselves are we not? So the least you can do is mingle, no? If you make an effort, then I will not need too will I?”

With a heavy sigh Sara looked to her mother. Laura quickly averted her gaze and scuttled away to talk to Catherine. Although, she did grin to herself noticing the way that Grissom was watching Sara.

The captain took a glass of champagne from the servant circulating the room and handed it to Sara. She took it quickly, taking a swift gulp from the glass and the sparkling alcohol felt welcoming on her tongue.

“Sara?” The captain questioned strongly.

Fighting hard not to roll her eyes Sara took another gulp from the glass. “Fine, father, I will make an effort, alright? But I am only here to enjoy the party right, not find a husband?”

Captain Sidle pondered the question and Sara frowned.

“Father!” Sara snapped knowing exactly what he was thinking.

Holding up his hands in defense Captain Sidle chuckled. “Fine, Sara. I will let this go, for now, but mark my words my dear; we will come back to this. Just enjoy the party.”

With a sigh and a shake of her head Sara walked around her father and with a little hesitation headed towards Hank and Mckeen.

Seeing Sara approaching, Hank smiled broadly.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” Sara said softly, clinging to her glass tightly.

“My dear,” Mckeen nodded taking Sara’s hand and lightly kissing the back.

“Hello, Sara,” Hank replied with a lot more appreciation. “You look delightful tonight.”

“Thank you,” Sara replied, giving Hank a fake smile before turning her head for a brief moment, her eyes again falling upon Grissom who was still looking at her. She felt a shiver creep down her spine.

“Shall we go out onto the veranda and enjoy this beautiful evening a little before dinner?” The Captain suggested to his guests.

Everyone muttered their agreement and headed outside but as Sara headed out, her father stopped her.

“Have you seen Nicholas and Gregory?” He asked firmly.

Feeling her eyes widen Sara tried to look innocent; she knew they had gone into town again. “Why no, father,” she lied, not wanting to get them into trouble.

The captain sighed rubbing his hand along his beard, “I told those boys I wanted them here tonight. I swear I will swing for them one of these days.”

Sara tried not to grin. “They’re just having fun father.”

She watched her father grit his teeth.

“They may still be young, Sara, but they need to learn some responsibility. You just wait until I get hold of them. Their mother would not be happy with me if she were here today.”

Taking her father’s arm Sara smiled. “You are a good father, they will come around. Now, do you not have a party to enjoy?”

Captain Sidle smiled and placed his hand over his daughters which clung softly to his arm. “Indeed we do.” He escorted Sara outside to join the others.

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As Grissom leaned over the railing, looking out onto the grounds he heard someone approaching and turned to find Catherine invading his personal space again.

“Hi,” she grinned.

“Hi,” Grissom responded feeling a little uncomfortable at the lack of distance between himself and the lady in front of him. Thinking quickly he stepped to the side, “Can I get you another drink?” He asked before heading back towards the living room.

Catherine chuckled and grabbed his arm, “Are you running away from me?”

Biting on his bottom lip Grissom turned back to face her, “Of course not,” he lied, his eyes flicking to Sara who was now chatting with Sofia, then back to Catherine in less than an instant. “It’s just that your glass is almost empty; so, I was just being polite.”

“Well, my glass will be filled when the staff come by. So…”

Grissom’s brow rose. “So?”

“Where have you been all these years?” Catherine probed. “And why have you suddenly returned?”

“Well,” Grissom sighed, “I returned at Captain Sidle’s request and as to where I have been? Well, that may take some time, so, why don’t we leave it for a more fitting occasion. What about you?” He changed the subject quickly. “A lady I see?”

Grissom watched as Catherine pursed her lips. “Fine Gil, we can leave your mystery past for now, but mark my words you won’t get away with it forever.”

“With you around,” Grissom grinned, “I didn’t think I would be able too.”

Catherine smiled.

“So,” Grissom continued, “I gather there is a Lord Willows? Although, I did not notice a ring on your finger.”

“Ah, Edward,” Catherine began. “Edward passed away last year.”

“Oh,” Grissom worked his jaw a little, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Catherine spoke softly. “He was as good as a husband as he was a father, and he failed miserably at both.”

“You have children?” Grissom asked with an arched brow.

“Yes, one daughter. Lindsey, she is almost six.”

“Wow,” Grissom whispered, a little shocked, “I would have never guessed.”

With a gentle snigger Catherine reached over to straighten Grissom’s bow tie. “And why would that be, Mr Grissom?”

Feeling himself tense under Catherine’s attention Grissom swallowed hard.

“Still the timid one, I see,” Catherine smirked removing her hand, “but you still have to answer my question.”

“I just never saw you as the motherly type, that’s all, but that was a long time ago; so, I was wrong, people change.” Grissom finally managed to get out.

“They certainly do,” Catherine sighed contently, “but not everyone,” she smiled.

Cocking his head Grissom studied her carefully before smiling back. “You haven’t changed at all have you?”

“Wait and see,” she chuckled before walking away to get herself a refill.

A sigh of relief breezed from Grissom lips, turning; he leaned over the veranda rail once more and listened to the sound of chirping crickets reciting their nightly chorus. Unlike others, he actually loved that sound, it was pure and it was nature.

Then the sweetest sound hit his ears.

“Hello,” the soft voice floated from behind him and he spun around quickly.

As soon as his eyes met Sara’s, standing just a few feet away, he smiled and for the first time that evening, he smiled sincerely.

“Hello,” he replied tenderly, feeling his heart flutter as Sara returned his smile.

“I see,” Sara turned her head to Catherine then back to Grissom with a grin, “that Lady Catherine is very chatty this evening.”

“Yes, she is attempting to probe,” Grissom admitted.

Sara chuckled, sipping her champagne and the sparkling fizz tickled her nose, “She always does, and what exactly is she attempting to discover?”

Grissom shrugged his shoulders, “Nothing important, just where I have been for the past fourteen years, and why I have returned.”

Coughing lightly on her drink, Sara looked a little startled. “And you don’t consider that important?”

“Not especially.”

Pouting her lips, Sara ran her finger slowly in circles over the top of her glass. “Lady Catherine isn’t the only one who would like to know why you have returned. My father has yet to share such information even with his daughter.” She raised her brow at him.

“Oh…” Grissom mumbled. “Well…I…” He stuttered, but was unable to finish before Captain Sidle cut him off capturing everyone’s attention.

“Well, gentlemen,” the captain began from across the veranda, “if you would like to find yourselves a lady it is time for dinner.” He took Laura by the hand and they headed back inside.

Mckeen held out his arm for Sofia and she took it with a smile. Grissom and Sara looked back at each other, their eyes saying exactly the same thing but before either had a chance to move their view to each other was suddenly blocked by two unwanted obstacles. Hank held his arm out to Sara and Catherine stepped in front of Grissom and beckoned for his.

Grissom and Sara managed to exchange another quick glance and both pairs of eyes held equal disappointment, but each of them managed to fake a smile to their beckoning partners. Sara took Hank’s arm, Catherine took Grissom’s and they headed inside for dinner.

The Calling: Chapter 4

Tue, 17 Mar 2009 21:32:46 GMT

Chapter 4

Grissom rode lazily around the estate, once in a while pulling his handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his sweat soaked brow, the blazing sun causing a heat haze around the entire ranch. The captain was right; things had changed a little, but not too much and he didn’t have many problems navigating himself about the grounds.

Grissom made a point of stopping by the main stable. He dismounted and allowed his horse to wander at will while he admired the newly built building. Grissom knew it would have taken a lot of hard work to build the stable back to its former glory but something was bothering him. How had it caught fire in the first place? He approached the open double stable doors and the familiar smell of horse manure caused his nostrils to flare. He spotted a young male mucking out one of the stalls and he quietly approached him.

The young man seemed to sense a presence and looked up; quickly, he stood to attention, immediately removing his hat and bowing his head.

“It’s okay,” Grissom said quickly with a smile, sensing the nervousness oozing from the quivering boy before him. The boy looked up.

“What’s your name?” Grissom asked.

The boy stared at the man before him with a sense of unease.

“My name is Robert, sir.”

“Do you live at The Grove, Robert?” Grissom asked softly, trying to put the boy’s obvious anxiety to rest.

“Yes, sir, in the servants quarters, sir,” Robert replied quickly.

“With your family?”

Robert shook his head. “No, sir; I have no family.”

“Oh.” Grissom didn’t know if he should probe the poor boy as to why, for now he decided against it. “How long have you been here?”

“Ten years, sir.”

“And how old are you?” Grissom asked, a frown creasing his forehead.

“Fifteen, sir.”

Grissom did the math in an instant, so this boy was as young as he was when he arrived at The Grove. “Well, I can see that you work hard...”

Robert nodded quickly. “I do, sir and the captain treats me well, so, I always like to please him best I can.”

With a smile Grissom stepped a little closer, “May I ask you something, Robert? Just between the two of us?”

Grissom observed as Robert dug his shovel into the ground. He knew secrets were hard to keep around The Grove but he hoped for the young boys trust.

“Yes, sir, I will not tell anyone what you ask.”

With a tender smile of appreciation Grissom stepped closer. “Were you here when the barn caught fire?”

Robert’s face seemed to pale and his expression changed to one of uncertainty. “Erm...” Robert stuttered. “I didn’t see anything, sir,” he continued quickly.

Grissom’s eyes narrowed; there was something about Roberts’s answer that made Grissom feel he was being untruthful.

“Are you sure?”

Suddenly, Robert averted his gaze from Grissom to behind him and his eyes grew wide, he looked back to Grissom quickly. “I’m sorry, sir I...I really do not mean to be rude but, erm, I have to go.” Picking up his shovel with speed, he rushed past Grissom.

Grissom turned quickly, intent on stopping the lad, but when he saw Ecklie, arms firmly folded, staring in at them, he did not. The boy hurried out of the stable and Grissom noticed how Ecklie scowled at Robert as he passed him. Robert didn’t say a word but cowered down as he passed the furious looking man.

Ecklie turned his attention to Grissom as he walked towards him. “What are you doing here, Grissom?”

“Just looking around, that’s all.”

“No,” Ecklie snapped. “What are you doing here? At The Grove?”

“Ah,” Grissom grinned, leaning against the stable door, “why did I come back?”

“Yes,” Ecklie snarled at him.

“Well, I’m sorry Conrad, but if you wish your question answered you better ask the captain. I answer to him, not you.”

“You...” Ecklie began but Grissom kicked off the door and began walking away.

“Grissom! Don’t walk away from me!” Ecklie shouted clenching his fists and Grissom stopped, turning around, he walked right up to his obvious nemesis.

Both men stood, almost touching, breaths mingling, staring each other in eye; there was certainly no love lost between the two.

“Be careful where you stick your nose, Grissom,” Ecklie warned. “Things happen here you would not even understand. Step out of line and you’ll answer to me.”

A faint smirk caught Grissom’s lips. “I step where I please, Conrad. See what happens when you get in my way.” Grissom was calm with his words unlike Ecklie. “I’ll be seeing you around, Conrad,” Grissom finished before heading towards his horse.

A light whistle from his master’s lips caught the horse’s attention; he trotted to Grissom who mounted quickly.

“Be careful, Gil....” Conrad warned and Grissom looked over to him as he grabbed the reins. “Don’t go digging or you may get buried!”

Grissom merely grinned before giving is horse a light kick and they bolted towards the driveway.

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Grissom approached the top end of the drive, shaking thoughts of Ecklie from his mind. He would rather think of something more pleasant.

“Whoa...” He commanded and his horse came to a steady stop.

Sighing contently as he looked down the long road winding from the estate, he smiled, remembering the very first time he’d travelled down it, it seemed to go on forever....

The line of horses and carts trotted down the driveway of Providence Grove leaving a path of dust in its wake. Young Grissom constantly looked around from his secure position in front of Robbins. The surroundings fascinated him; he truly had never seen anything like it as he stared down the mile and a half of driveway enveloped by an alley of live oaks before him.

“We have arrived, young sir,” Robbins announced. “Welcome to your new home.”

Grissom tried to stand but Robbins held him firm, “Not just yet, lad: wait until we stop or you’ll cause yourself an injury.”

Grissom obeyed and plonked himself back in the saddle. Still, he couldn’t help the eagerness bursting through his veins to explore. Suddenly, the sounds of shouting and a distressed horse filled the air. As the convoy approached the stables chaos was very much evident.

Robins pulled his horse to a halt just as the animal making all the fuss kicked hard, raised himself onto his hind legs and tipped the struggling rider who was trying so hard to stay mounted. The rider cursed loudly as he hit the ground with a heavy thud.

Robbins eyes widened as Grissom managed to slip free and leap from the horse. He ran towards the ruckus.

“Grissom!” Robbins shouted but the boy failed to acknowledge and ran on. He slowed slightly as he approached the horse and the numerous men trying to bring it under control. They were fighting a losing battle as the horse was certainly not impressed and only got more agitated as they tried to calm him.

Grissom looked at the man on the ground, he seemed very displeased. The man frowned as his eyes met Grissom’s, he did not know this boy, but before he could question him Grissom stepped towards the horse.

“Boy, keep away!” The man tried to get to his feet, but his ankle was badly twisted and he groaned at the stinging pain cursing though him.

Holding out his hand to the fiery animal, the young boy moved forward. The farm hands stood back in disbelief as the horse suddenly calmed and with a quick spitting pant, took several steps backwards and just looked at the young boy approaching him. With a quick shake of its mane, he allowed the boy’s small finger tips to brush over his nose and continue upwards to softly stroke him. The horse neighed contently and Grissom smiled.

Robbins finally caught up. “Captain Sidle, sir, let me help you.” He pulled the captain to his feet and supported him as the rancher winced heavily. Then the gazes of both men fell upon Grissom and the horse. The animal which mere seconds ago was angrier than a raging fire now stood, stoic, having only eyes for the small boy petting him.

“I’m sorry about the boy, sir,” Robbins began. “I’ll get him away from your horse immediately.”

“No, no,” Captain Sidle replied, his eyes narrowing a little as he watched Grissom circle the horse, tenderly dragging his hand over its smooth silky skin.

“Who is he, Robbins? Did you bring him here?”

“Yes, sir, I found him at the port. He has no one, his father died during their travels, or at least I suspect so, the boy has yet to tell me exactly what happened.”

“Taking on the responsibly of a mere child, Albert?” The captain raised his brow, “And on my time? I know not if you are a fool or savior.”

Bowing his head for a second before returning his gaze to the captain, Robbins looked the man in the eye. “I like to think I’m the latter, sir; but, of course, I need your approval for the boy to remain with me here. If you feel it’s best I can send him away although it is not my desire to do so.”

Shaking his head, Captain Sidle looked back to Grissom, “Not necessary. There is something about him that has caught my undivided attention; what it is, I do not know, but I am willing to trust your judgment on this. But, understand one thing, if he ever becomes a nuisance he will be gone.”

Robbins nodded. “Yes, sir, I understand.”

“You, boy! Come here.” The captain commanded.

The boy looked over at the captain and giving the horse one final pat Grissom cautiously approached the two men. Had he done wrong?

Once Grissom had left the horse, the farm hands quickly grabbed his reins and tried to pull the horse towards the stables. The horse would not move and just watched Grissom as he walked away.

“It’s okay boys, leave the horse there. I’ll take care of him,” Robbins told them.

The men bowed their heads in acknowledgment and headed off to continue their duties.

Grissom stopped a few feet from the captain, looking extremely nervous.

“What is your name?” The captain asked.

Looking at Robbins, Grissom shuffled from left to right, his small feet creating slight drag marks in the sand path.

Robbins nodded, “It’s all right,” he reassured him.

“Grissom, sir, Gilbert Grissom.” The voice of the young boy shook as he spoke.

“Hmmm,” Captain Sidle responded, “I am happy to see you have manners, young Grissom.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is it your wish that you stay here in Providence Grove?”

Thinking for a second Grissom nodded, what other option did he have? “Yes, sir.”

The captain fondled his beard. “Then we must have a proper chat. But first,” he looked to his foot , “I need to sort a little something for my pain.”

“If you say so, sir.”

“Good. Robbins, take the boy and show him around while I sort out my foot, then bring him to the house.”

“Yes, sir, Captain.”

“You two help me to the house,” the captain called to two of his workers, who quickly ran over and took the captains arms, placing them over their shoulders to support his weight.

“I will see you in a little while, young man. I’m sure we will have lots to talk about.”

Taking a deep, savoring breath Grissom’s grin grew as he softly stroked the mane of his horse.

“Enjoying the view?” A familiar voice came from behind and Grissom turned his head to see Captain Sidle grinning.

“Very much,” Grissom smiled dismounting.

“You looked deep in thought there, Gil. Anything interesting going through your mind?”

“Well,” he grinned, “I was just recalling the first time I came here.”

“Ha!” Captain Sidle chuckled looking up to the clear blue sky in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. “Flat on my ass as I recall,” he chided.

Grissom attempted to dissolve his grin. “Was an interesting first encounter, sir. I shall leave it at that.”

Both men exchanged quick glances but neither could hold in their amusement, erupting into laughter simultaneously.

“Thank you, Gil! I needed that,” the captain finally said.

Grissom smiled. “Did you need me for something?” He then asked.

“Well,” the captain reached out to pat the horse, “I suddenly had a thought.”

“Oh?” Grissom asked.

“About this evening, do you have anything to wear my boy?”

“Ooohhh,” Grissom semi whispered clearing his throat. A dinner party. Not really an appropriate place for his current wardrobe.

“Well, erm, actually no. I didn’t bring much; I didn’t expect to be staying too long. So I guess I’m in a little bit of a, dilemma, shall we say?” Grissom thought quickly, dinner parties weren’t really his thing anyway. “Is it essential that I have to attend? I mean, not to sound ungrateful, not quite sure if it’s my thing, sir.”

“Nonsense,” Captain Sidle flung a comforting arm around Grissom’s shoulder and pulled him close. “I would like for you to meet everyone and I’m sure you would love to get reacquainted with some old friends would you not?”

A frown creased Grissom’s brow. “How old?” He asked his voice showing a notch of concern.

“Wait and see,” the captain sniggered, “I insist you attend. Now, come.” He released his arm from Grissom and headed back up the driveway. “Come to the house and I will give you something of mine to wear. I will meet you there when you have finished your tour.”

Grissom knew the captain was grinning, he just knew it. Although he wanted to object he didn’t and merely sighed. His only hope, the evening would be a peaceful one with lack of attention, at least on his part.

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Later that day and back in his lodgings Grissom dressed for dinner. Exhaling a deep, nervous breath he looked in the mirror and was actually quite shocked at the image reflecting back at him. The captain certainly had fine taste and luckily the two men were of similar build. Grissom smoothed his hands across the superior material as he admired his attire.

A pristine gentleman’s evening outfit, coal black in color and similar to the current military dress uniform, consisting of a silk-lapelled tailcoat cut away across the waist, matching trousers which retained a military braid on the side seams, a starched shirt with high-standing wing collar, a white bow tie and a low-cut black waistcoat. All finished off by an exceptional pair of black leather boots.

Grissom barely recognized himself as he rubbed his palm across his bearded cheek. He knew he needed a trim, but now he did not have the time and he needed to go.

The evening air was pleasant, still a little warm, maybe too much so, for his current dress but Grissom fought back the urge to loosen his collar. As he walked casually up to the house he couldn’t fight the sense of nervousness oozing through his body. He was not familiar to social gatherings, let alone ones that would accommodate faces from his past. The wonderful smell of food caught his nostrils as he climbed the steps towards the front door and his mouth watered. As he reached the open main door he took a deep breath, hoping for a pleasant and uneventful evening.

Artwork for Prisoners of the Dance

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I made some new artwork for cropper1818

to accompany her amazing fiction Prisoners of the Dance, and because she is an amazing person. The fiction can be found here:

http://cropper1818.com/Prisoners_Prologue.html

Fan fiction awards

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For Affliction

For Affliction

For Where We Belong

For Aftermath

For Psychic Powers

For The Rage Series (Retribution & Affliction)

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GSR: A tribute

Wed, 04 Mar 2009 18:44:29 GMT

GSR: A tribute - The whole 9 years

The Calling Chapter: 3

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 15:31:45 GMT

Chapter 3

Grissom and the captain trotted up to the back of the house, leaving a path of dust behind them and dismounted. Tying up their horses, Grissom followed the captain up onto the veranda where they had observed Laura pacing as they pulled up. Upon hearing the horses she turned around quickly and watched as they approached.

“Thomas! You’re back, thank goodness.”

The captain could sense the panic in his wife’s words and held up his hands. “Calm down, my dear; all is well.”

“You got them all back? You managed to find them?” She questioned opening up her fan and wafting it through the air to cool her face.
Grissom had indeed been right earlier that morning, it was turning into a very hot day and the sun had already found its momentum.

The captain nodded and looked at Grissom who was removing his hat and wiping a band of sweat from his brow. “With a little help, yes. But if it wasn’t for Gil we may have struggled.”

“My dear boy, thank you,” Laura choked hurrying to Grissom with haste and pulling him into a fierce hug.

Grissom was stunned, not quite sure how to react to the attention and felt his body tense.

Sara passed by the open veranda door and upon hearing the commotion rushed outside.

“Mother is father back…….” She began but upon seeing Grissom in her mother’s bear hug she stopped and shuffled backwards a little. “Oh, erm…” She stuttered, unsure of what to say, as Grissom’s eyes locked with hers. “…hello…”

Grissom smiled his response as Laura released him. “Sorry, Gil, I guess I get a little carried away, but thank you.”

“Your thanks are not necessary, Laura; I’m sure any other man would have done the same.” Grissom’s eyes floated back to Sara and he noted she was watching him. Her gaze quickly faltered and turned to her father.

Tucking a loose curl behind her ear Sara stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on her father’s arm, he smiled noting her face of concern.

“Everything is okay now Sara but we have much to go through.” He noticed Sara once more looked back to Grissom with an inquisitive gaze and he grinned. “I am sorry, Sara, I haven’t introduced you, have I?”

Sara gave her father a weak smile.

“Gil, this is my daughter, Sara, as you know. Sara this is Gilbert Grissom, a very good friend, he lived her a long time ago and has returned after being away for many years. I’m not sure if you’ll remember him but I hope you’ll make him feel welcome for as long as he decides to stay.”

Taking several tentative steps forward Sara eventually held out her hand, and a slightly shaky one at that. Grissom took her hand tenderly in his and softly raised it to his mouth, lightly brushing her knuckles with his lips.

“My pleasure, Miss Sara.” He spoke softly as his breath ghosted over her flesh and Sara felt herself shudder at the exquisite feel.

It had been a long time since Grissom had smelled or tasted anyone quite as sweet. He secretly inhaled before releasing her hand, savoring her fragrance.

Sara tried hard to show her appreciation in an appropriate manner and simply nodded, despite the fiery churning she felt building inside. “Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Grissom. My father has yet to tell the reason to your visit, but I’m sure while you’re here you’ll find everyone at The Grove quite accommodating.”

“I hope so.” Grissom smiled and Sara found herself smiling back.

“Well, gentlemen,” Laura interrupted, “I have things to attend too, I will leave you too it. Sara, you should come too.”

“I’ll be through in a moment, Mother,” Sara replied and watched her mother enter the house.

“Come, Gil, sit. We have lots to talk about.” The captain gestured to the wicker chairs and table.

Grissom nodded and sat, placing his hat down on the table as the captain looked back to Sara.

“May I stay, Father?” Sara asked sweetly.

“I don’t mean to be rude, my dear,” her father began, “but this is business. If you would be kind enough to ask Roberta to bring out some tea, then you can be on your way.”
Grissom looked on curiously as he noticed Sara’s expression change to one of sadness as her smile gradually disappeared.
Chewing lightly on her bottom lip Sara took a deep breath. “Why won’t you let me help, Father? I want to help.”
Slowly, he sat in the wicker chair next to Grissom and took out his pipe. Tapping it into the ashtray to discard the dead tobacco, he watched as Sara folded her arms. He raised his brow.
“I am not having this conversation with you again, Sara, not now. I have enough on my mind.”
“Please...I’m not a child, Father,” Sara begged. “I want to help you.”
“Enough!” Her father shouted and slammed his fist down on the table.
Sara jumped, swallowing hard, as Grissom squirmed in his seat feeling a little uncomfortable at the exchange.
With eyes of steel the captain glared at his daughter. “Do as you are told, Sara!” His voice was calm but commanding.
Bowing her head, Sara unfolded her arms and fiddled with her fingers; she felt the tears welling in her eyes. “Fine,” she mumbled sadly before turning and heading back inside.
Captain Sidle sighed heavily as he watched her disappear. “Sorry about that, Gil,” the older man apologized as he filled his pipe with fresh tobacco, “Sara can be quite - persistent at times.”
Grissom considered whether or not he should say what he was thinking. “May I ask a bold question?”
The rancher tilted his head and looked at Grissom with curiosity. “Exactly how bold?”
With a smile Grissom edged forward in his seat. “You probably won’t like it, but you don’t have to answer.”
Thinking for a moment, he lit his pipe, taking several long satisfying drags as he seemed to enjoy the smooth flavour on his tongue.
“All right, Gil, as you feel yourself brave enough to be bold with me, ask away, although as you said, I may decline to answer and have every right to do so.”
Grissom cleared his throat. “It seems very evident to me that Sara wishes to help around the estate and forgive my frankness, but you’re not exactly over staffed.” Grissom knew something just wasn’t right. There were barely any workers around. “So, why won’t you let her help if she wishes too? Is she not your heir and will take over The Grove when you pass or did I miss something?”

Captain Sidle grinned, taking another drag from the pipe. “You are very observant, Gil. I’m glad I taught you well.”

Grissom smiled. “That you did, sir. So...”

“So?” The captain interrupted. “I think you asked me two questions there, Gil, not just the one.” He raised his brow and Grissom grinned, “One - why won’t I let Sara help and two - why are there so few workers? Am I correct?”

“I guess,” Grissom conceded.

“All right.” He sighed, “I’ll start with The Grove. This is not common knowledge, Gil, so I would appreciate if you keep this to yourself.”

Grissom nodded. “You have my word.”

“Well, the past few months we have struck hard times and as you know, I do not condone slavery. I have always treated my workers well and paid them what I feel is sufficient for their work.”

“That you have, sir.” Grissom smiled, proud and relieved by the fact that Captain Sidle was never a slave master, always a good man. Grissom had no idea how his life might have turned out otherwise.

“Anyway,” the captain cleared his throat now, “we have had a few, should I say, issues. The crops have been failing, cattle dying or escaping, the main stable caught fire several months ago and we lost most of the horses. This is hard for me to say, Gil, especially in front of you but I am struggling to keep The Grove going. What money I have left is withering away because nothing is going right and most of the workers left because I could not afford to keep all of them on. Then when Robbins was killed I lost the only one who put his heart and soul into this place. He was my right hand and took care of everything, now I just feel lost. I can’t do this by myself.”

“Do Laura and Sara know about the financial troubles?” Grissom asked. “Or the problems and your concerns?”

The rancher shook his head with a sigh, “Laura is aware of certain things but I haven’t told her everything and Sara, I don’t want to worry her. She knows of the fire and is suspicious that I seem to be working a lot but that’s about it. Actually,” he chuckled slightly, “I’m sure she knows more than she is letting on, I think maybe this is one of the reasons she is so keen to help.”

“So,” Grissom began, “it seems you need the help...”

“Let me tell you, Gil,” the captain interrupted knowing where Grissom was going, “about my daughter. I didn’t raise her so she would have to graft, she is worth so much more than that. She is a lady and should act like one; but even if I did allow her to work around the estate I don’t think she’s ready for the responsibility. Plus, I simply haven’t had the time, and with what has been happening there is no one I trust enough to show her the ropes and ensure she stays safe.”

Grissom thought for a moment. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

Grissom shuffled forward in his chair, placing his hands with fingers interlocked onto the table. “If I decided to stay, would you allow me to teach her?”

Savoring another drag from his pipe, the captain pondered Grissom’s question. “Gil, I don’t....”

“Forgive me,” the younger man interrupted, “but in my eyes, even from our brief encounter, Sara is ready. She seems determined, confident and like it or not, strong willed.” Grissom grinned, “Just like you.”

Captain Sidle smirked.

Grissom continued. “If I were you I would welcome her by my side if that is what she wants. Is there any harm in trying?”

Narrowing his eyes slightly the captain thought long and hard and Grissom watched him but before he could get his answer they were interrupted.

“Your tea, sir,” Roberta appeared from inside carrying a tray. “Would you like me to pour?”

“Thank you,” he nodded.

Roberta poured two cups, “Milk and sugar, Mr Gilbert, sir?” She asked Grissom with a smile.

“Two sugars,” Grissom replied, “no milk.”

“Oh yes,” Roberta chuckled, “I remember.”

He smiled.

Roberta nodded and handed Captain Sidle and Grissom their tea. “Will that be all, sir?”

“Yes.” The captain replied and Roberta returned to the kitchens.

“She hasn’t changed,” Grissom grinned. “How long has she been with you now?”

Captain Sidle smiled. “Almost thirty years, and as I recall, she was very found of you. She was deeply saddened when you left us.”

“Ah, yes,” Grissom recalled with a grin, “she used to sneak me extras after dinner.”

With a cough the Captain choked a little on his tea. “She did?” He sounded serious.

“Oh, no,” Grissom said quickly realizing he may just have gotten Roberta in trouble, “please go easy on her I’m sure she didn’t do it for everyone I....”

“Calm down, Gil.” The captain laughed. “I’m teasing.”

With a sigh of relief, Grissom took a quick sip from his cup. The tea was sweet and welcoming on his tongue, the earthy aroma made his mouth water. If it wasn’t so hot, he would be tempted to gulp it down in one.

“I wonder where Conrad has got too...” Captain Sidle mumbled. “The three of us need to have a chat.”

“Well,” Grissom shrugged his shoulders, “maybe the fence was more of a challenge than you thought.”

“Hmmmm....”

As he took another sip from the cup, the thought of Ecklie struggling made the younger man grin.

“You know, Gil, I never did find out what happened between you two; you left before I ever got the chance.”

Biting his bottom lip Grissom placed his cup down. “Well, as you said, it was a long time ago, so if you don’t mind, I’d rather not rehash it.”

His companion’s eyes narrowed but he left the matter alone. “As you wish.”

Grissom nodded. “I do have to say I am surprised Conrad is still here, he gave me the impression he was worth more than this and would leave as soon as he could. Why don’t you give him the run of the estate? It’s what he always wanted even if he doesn’t admit it.”

“Well,” Captain Sidle began, “Conrad works hard. Don’t get me wrong but he seems to have changed lately and I’m not entirely sure of his commitment. I have to be sure, Gil, you understand that?”

“I do.”

“Well,” he placed is pipe down, “as Conrad doesn’t seem to be joining us, I’ll show you around, things have changed a little since you were last here.”

Grissom stood, “Really, Captain. I can show myself around, I’m sure there is a lot you have to tend too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir, I’m sure I can find my way just fine, I never had a problem before.”

“All right, then.” The captain got up from his chair. “We are having a dinner party this evening, I will expect you to attend. No excuses.”

“If you wish me there, sir, then I will be.”

Captain Sidle patted him on the back. “Of course, I do.”

“Oh, Captain,” Grissom said quickly just as he turned away. The captain stopped and turned back to face him. “Do you have an answer in regards to Sara?”

The rancher grinned, quite intrigued as to Grissom’s sudden interest in his daughter. “I don’t know, Gil, do I have an answer about you staying?”

A quaint smirk rose from the right side of Grissom’s mouth. “I will let you know at dinner.Good enough?”

Nodding, Captain Sidle turned and walked away. “And you, too, will have my answer at dinner,” he called before stepping inside.

Grissom’s grin grew large as he leaned over the veranda railing with a contented sigh and looked out at the vast estate, the sun beating down around him. He’d experienced some good and bad times here but overall, he’d been very, very lucky. From the moment he stepped on that boat all those years ago, although it was never intended, Providence Grove was his destiny. Thoughts of arriving in America suddenly caught Grissom’s mind’s eye and his smiled faded. Although he didn’t want to remember some things from that fateful day, certain aspects of the trip would be forever in his memory no matter how much he tried to forget, especially stepping off that boat and what awaited him.....

A very fragile Gilbert Grissom shoved his way through the mass of people disembarking the ship and as soon as he managed to look up and see daylight he pushed harder, squeezing through the multitudes of tightly packed bodies surrounding him.

Once he was free from the pack he ran and ran and ran, without ever taking his eyes from the ground. His heart pounded wildly and it was only the rampant noise of his surroundings that finally caused the young boy’s eyes to look up. Grissom stopped, sucking in heavy needed breaths as his eyes roamed the area. He had never seen anything like it. Thousands of people of all ages, all sizes and all colors, people shouting, others commanding. Horses, carts, live stock, crates, luggage, it was overwhelming. And yet, here he stood, alone, without any idea of which way to go, who to talk too – he had nothing, he’d lost everything. His stomach rumbled and the sting of tears burned his eyes, it had been almost two days since he’d eaten.

Grissom continued walking, his heart pleading and heavy, retreating further and further from the chaos and the dock. Things got quieter and he stumbled across several unmanned horses and wagons. Looking around quickly he noted no one was looking in his general direction so he snuck up and jumped upon the first wagon that he reached. He scavenged quickly through the array of crates, his eyes finally brightening when he came across one full of apples. He grabbed one, two, three, four, as many as he could hold and then turned quickly hoping for a fast exit. But as he turned and prepared to jump from the cart he stopped. Standing right in his way was an obstacle, a man, in fact and quite a large man, with a greying beard and a gleam in his eye.

Dropping the apples in shock Grissom jumped from the cart and tried to run but a strong hand grabbed him by collar and held him firmly.

“Going somewhere, young man?”

Grissom squirmed, attempting to break free from the man’s grip but alas, he could not.

“Please, sir,” he begged, his voice quivering, “I was just hungry. I,” he sniffed hard, “have not eaten for many days, I’m sorry.”

“Calm down, lad,” the man soothed trying to hold onto Grissom, turning him so they faced each other “I won’t hurt you.”

Grissom stopped struggling and looked up at the man. “I won’t hurt you,” he repeated softly. “But what are you doing here by yourself, lad? This is no place for a child.”

Feeling the tears welling in his eyes, Grissom said nothing.

“Where are you parents?”

Grissom again stayed silent.

The man looked Grissom over; he was dirty and most definitely in need of a bath. He looked tired and well under fed. “Your father, mother?”

Shaking his head roughly Grissom looked to the floor as the tears ran down his face. “They took my father away, he never came back,” he cried.

The man fondled his beard, deep in thought. “You came from the ship?”

Grissom nodded.

The man knelt down by Grissom and placed a soft finger under his chin, raising Grissom’s head so their eyes met. “And you don’t know what happened to your father?”

“No,” Grissom whispered. “He got sick, and they took him away.”

“And you have no one else?”

Grissom shook his head.

The man sighed but then picked Grissom up and sat him back on the wagon. “What is your name?” He asked.

“Gilbert Grissom, erm, sir.”

The man smiled and held out his hand. “Albert Robbins, nice to make your acquaintance young Grissom, and you can call me Robbins.”

With a little hesitation Grissom held out his hand and allowed Robbins to shake it, which he did tenderly.

“Now,” Robbins folded his arms firmly, “what are we going to do about you?”

Wed, 18 Feb 2009 14:41:36 GMT

A video I made of my son Liam, from conception (heheheh) to 12 weeks, sigh..........................

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New pic's of Liam

Tue, 17 Feb 2009 17:17:29 GMT

Holy major squeeeeeeee batman! Hasn't my little boy grown, and yes here he is only 10 weeks!!!