The Galapagos Letters

Author wobbear
Rating Teen/T
Pairing Grissom/Sara
Disclaimer They would have more fun if they were mine.
Spoilers Set after 9x02 The Happy Place. Presently AU. Author's note at the end.

Summary Post The Happy Place, Grissom and Sara are communicating their way to a happier place. Some others get involved too.

Chapter 4

Date: Tuesday, Oct 21, 07:13 PM

Cell number dialed: (702) 362-2162

Response: Sara Sidle is not available. At the tone please record your message. *beep*

*sigh* Sara ... how can you not pick up?

After your email I sort of ... uh ... got ready before I called.

Never before did I even contemplate this ... and now ... *deep sigh*

Talking to your voice mail is such a let down. Literally. Um … The car … *throat clear*

Five days is the earliest the spare part will arrive from Germany.

Express service should be faster than th― *beep*

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From: Captain Jim Brass
Date: Friday, Nov 13, 02:45 AM
Subject: Some news
To: Sidle, Sara; Grissom, Gil

Greetings, geeks! Yeah, I know I wouldn't say that to your faces. Figured I could take the chance now that you're four hundred miles away.

Usually I would leave you two love birds well alone to enjoy your reunion, but I have some news to pass on. Your―now my―dog sitter Zara had to go back to England to look after her "Mum", who got injured in a car crash last week. She was really upset about leaving you (and me) in the lurch, as she kept saying, but she didn't have a choice.

Anyway, it's not a problem. I found a substitute sitter: Heather Kessler. She has time on her hands since she gave up her business and she volunteered; she likes the idea of helping you guys. And her family had a boxer when she was growing up so she knows their quirks. I'm not asking for your okay on this, it's a done deal. It's working out really well, so you'd be nuts not to approve.

Your drooly dog is the #1 love of Heather's granddaughter, and I reckon the feeling is mutual. He's very gentle with the little girl.

Alison says Hank looks like me. But what does a three year old know?

Quit laughing, Sara. I hope you’re laughing. You looked way too sad the last few times I saw you.

Under normal circumstances I avoid talking about the tough stuff, try to move on quickly or crack a bad joke when things get emotional, but I want to say how happy I am that you two finally made it.

I watched, worried, over the last year as both of you in your own time struggled, faded, came close to losing it. I wished I could reach you, do something to help. But I've had people trying to direct, to control my life, and I know how well that worked out. I knew I had to leave it to you.

Let me tell you, I feared ... I wasn't optimistic. So I'm over the moon for you two. There's a lot of things I could say to you now, but I'll leave it at this: Gil, don't fuck it up.

Jim

Author’s note