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[trusts_evidence]

[ship-wide] So.. I missed my birthday.

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[hispeopleperson]

Not sure where I can find cake around here.

[trusts_evidence]

You know I don't like cake.

I like kisses, though.

[hispeopleperson]

I have it on good authority that you do like cake as long as bananas aren't involved.

But kisses I can easily do too! And we might be able to scrounge up an actual dinner.

[trusts_evidence]

Well.... maybe. But nothing calling itself cake out here will ever be worthy of the word.

And now all I can think about is that banana-flavored water. Thanks for bringing that memory back.

[hispeopleperson]

She laughed, remembering the look on his face. "Sorry."

"C'mon, let's go find you a birthday meal."

[trusts_evidence]

Grissom made a face as she took his hand, but didn't fight. After a few feet, he tugged her back to him and pulled her close. "How about we just skip a meal and jump straight to dessert?"

[hispeopleperson]

She smiled as she wrapped her arms around him. "We need energy for dessert, and I'm hungry."

[trusts_evidence]

Grissom made a face and grumbled. "You take the fun out of everything." He held on to her for another second, then let her go. With a wave to the corridor, he said: "Search on, CSI."

[hispeopleperson]

She smirked, "put it on hold mister." She kissed him once more, then led him down the hall toward the mess. And what she knew was waiting.

[trusts_evidence]

Grissom slowed his pace, slightly, giving him a better change to watch Catherine walk down the corridor ahead of him.

God bless the Uncharted Territories and their fixation on fitted leather.

Grissom glanced away, focusing on a panel and fighting a smirk. He was clearly feeling better, following that massive jolt of electricity. Maybe it had fried a few of those more boring brain cells in his head.

Or the thin air had finally gotten to him....

[hispeopleperson]

Catherine walked, slowly, she knew where his mind was, toward the mess. She'd had the surprise party arranged for a few days, several of them helping John help her explain what a surprise party was.

Hopefully, Gil hadn't seen her press the communicator button to let the rest of the crew know they were coming. She'd kept it in her pocket, so it would simply look as though she stuck her hand in her pocket.

They rounded the corner to find a darkened and seemingly empty mess. She turned to Grissom, "Let's see if we can find something in here to munch on."

[trusts_evidence]

Grissom rounded the corner and eyed the dark room. "How about some barbecued Hynerian?" he offered, seeing the shadow of Rygel's head on the floor, under one of the tables.

[hispeopleperson]

Catherine gave him a look and cringed "ugh, too tough."

Rygel popped out from his hiding place. "I'm not edible, thank you very much."

At that, everyone else popped up with a "surprise' and the lights came on. John came around the bar and gave Rygel a smack aside the head.

[trusts_evidence]

Grissom pressed his tongue to his teeth and fought a smile. "Never put a CSI in a dark room and expect them to not see everything." He glanced at Catherine and gave her another look, implying she should know better.

[good_ship_moya]

Moya and I wish you a happy birthday, Doctor Grissom.

John clapped his hand onto Grissom's, "Sorry man. It's been ages since I've been to a surprise party, and since you slept through your birthday, thanks to, you know," he put his hands out and shook, "'bzzzt', we thought it would be fun."

[trusts_evidence]

Grissom cave a smile upward and nodded. "Thank you, Pilot. And Thank you, Moya." There was a dull thump, which made him smile again.

Nodding to John, Grissom smiled. "How much explaining did it take?" he asked, nodding to the others, milling about.