New fic!
I finally finished a fic that I started forever ago.
vegawritersgave me the prompt - the first two sentences (although I did cut a few words). It was great inspiration!
Cross-posted at
geekfiction
Title: Name That Dog
Author: joss80
Rating: Teen
Pairing: GSR
Spoilers: Leapin' Lizards
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately
Summary: How Hank came to be 'Hank,' and how he ended up living with Grissom and Sara
She never meant to love this dog. Her memories of dogs were wrapped into her father’s complaints, and her own early mornings with a dog she cared little for.
From the moment she first laid eyes on this one, though, Sara knew it was different. In fact, it looked almost… happy, and that was apart from its tail wagging so furiously that its entire back end wobbled to and fro. No, this dog had looked like it was actually smiling at her. And it had captured her heart completely in that instant.
She put her keys on top of her car and bent over to pat it on the head.
“And where did you come from, you cute thing?” she whispered conspiratorially to it. “The only dogs allowed here are the ones from the K-9 unit.”
It was very obviously not a K-9 dog. In fact, she couldn’t tell quite what it was, but despite its slightly unkempt appearance its eyes looked up at her so hopefully that she found she didn’t really care.
She searched for a tag, but when she ran her hand firmly through the short hair around the dog’s neck she realized that it didn’t have a collar on.
“Shit.”
It was probably a stray off the street, and she didn’t have the heart to leave it in the LVPD parking lot. She would have to take it home and call the SPCA or the pound from there.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the dog, which looked off to the side and behind her suddenly, and she heard heavy footsteps approaching them across the paved lot. She turned to find Brass smirking knowingly at her.
“Made a new friend?” he asked, bending down to give the dog a pat himself. The dog, in turn, flopped onto its side for a tummy rub.
“He was sitting by my car when I got off shift,” Sara explained, grinning slightly. “I’m going to take him home and see what I can do from there.”
Brass stood up after giving the dog a thorough scratch. “Might want to pick up some flea shampoo on the way,” he mused. “You never know who’s along for the ride.”
Sara watched as he walked off towards his own car, and then looked back at the dog who was still smiling up at her in his own canine way.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” she sighed, opening the door to the backseat of her car. “May as well get in.” And we are definitely picking up some shampoo, she thought silently.
* * * * *
Grissom found them in the tub. That is, the dog was wholly in the tub and Sara might as well have been, for there was barely a spot of skin or fabric above her waist that wasn’t completely soaked with water.
He paused for a minute to watch the spectacle. Neither had heard him arrive home, his calls of “Sara” and then a more urgent “Honey?” going unheeded until he heard a good-natured shriek from the direction of the bathroom and decided to investigate.
The dog was the first to spot him, and tried to jump out of the bathtub in his excitement. Sara, who had one hand around the dog’s back and one gripping the detachable shower head at the time, held on for dear life until she too spotted her significant other in the doorway. He was grinning. She was not impressed.
“I didn’t know we were expecting company,” Grissom smirked at her.
“We weren’t,” she practically growled at him as the dog attempted to lurch forwards again. Then, “For goodness sake! Don’t just stand there, come and help me!”
Grissom grabbed the two towels that Sara had, in good foresight, placed at the ready, and handed one to her.
“Here, use this,” he smiled softly at her. “Leave the mutt to me. You can tell me all about it when you’ve dried off.”
The dog was, for his part, more than happy to acquiesce to Grissom and his towel, but only after spraying the whole bathroom with water while shaking himself off.
* * * * *
“No lead at the SPCA or the pound,” Grissom sighed heavily as he hung up the phone. He looked over at Sara, who was curled up on the couch with the dog at her feet, and frowned slightly. “Now what?”
Sara, looking none too perturbed, glanced up from the TV guide she was scanning. She shrugged her shoulders and looked down again, flipping a page over.
Grissom’s left eye twitched.
“Sara…?” he pleaded.
“I just don’t see what’s so bad about having a dog, Gil.”
The robe she was wearing parted slightly as she shifted to sit up straighter. Grissom’s eye twitched again.
“I’m not anti-dog,” he stated, as he walked over to the armchair next to her and sat down. “I’m anti-unplanned-pet-for-the-next-ten-years.”
“You’re anti-unplanned-everything,” she teased him.
He shot a mock hurt look back at her.
“Well…” she said, getting up and sashaying over to him, “Except for when it comes to me. You’re quite spontaneous in that department these days.”
She shifted her robe open a bit more, consciously this time. Grissom’s breath hitched in his throat.
Okay, she had his attention. Damn female wiles!
“Fine,” he caved in. “We can keep the dog.”
She smiled. “So now we need a name.”
“Now?” Grissom was starting to get more than a litte frustrated in a certain way.
“Why not? I waited long enough for you to make up your mind about me.” She leaned down and brushed his neck with her lips. “I had to find myself distractions… the word Hank comes to mind,” she looked pointedly at him. “So let’s do this now and not wait forever, hmmm?”
“How are we supposed to pull a dog name out of thin air in the next few minutes? I mean, talk about distractions - he’s got you distracted, and you’ve got me distracted….” Grissom raised his eyebrows at her.
Sara considered for a minute.
“Distraction, huh?” She finally smirked at him, then turned and walked towards their bedroom as she dropped her robe to the floor. “Alright then, in the interest of saving time and brain power, ‘Hank’ it is.”
“You want to name the dog after your EX BOYFRIEND?!” followed her around the corner.
vegawritersgave me the prompt - the first two sentences (although I did cut a few words). It was great inspiration!
Cross-posted at
geekfiction
Title: Name That Dog
Author: joss80
Rating: Teen
Pairing: GSR
Spoilers: Leapin' Lizards
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately
Summary: How Hank came to be 'Hank,' and how he ended up living with Grissom and Sara
She never meant to love this dog. Her memories of dogs were wrapped into her father’s complaints, and her own early mornings with a dog she cared little for.
From the moment she first laid eyes on this one, though, Sara knew it was different. In fact, it looked almost… happy, and that was apart from its tail wagging so furiously that its entire back end wobbled to and fro. No, this dog had looked like it was actually smiling at her. And it had captured her heart completely in that instant.
She put her keys on top of her car and bent over to pat it on the head.
“And where did you come from, you cute thing?” she whispered conspiratorially to it. “The only dogs allowed here are the ones from the K-9 unit.”
It was very obviously not a K-9 dog. In fact, she couldn’t tell quite what it was, but despite its slightly unkempt appearance its eyes looked up at her so hopefully that she found she didn’t really care.
She searched for a tag, but when she ran her hand firmly through the short hair around the dog’s neck she realized that it didn’t have a collar on.
“Shit.”
It was probably a stray off the street, and she didn’t have the heart to leave it in the LVPD parking lot. She would have to take it home and call the SPCA or the pound from there.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the dog, which looked off to the side and behind her suddenly, and she heard heavy footsteps approaching them across the paved lot. She turned to find Brass smirking knowingly at her.
“Made a new friend?” he asked, bending down to give the dog a pat himself. The dog, in turn, flopped onto its side for a tummy rub.
“He was sitting by my car when I got off shift,” Sara explained, grinning slightly. “I’m going to take him home and see what I can do from there.”
Brass stood up after giving the dog a thorough scratch. “Might want to pick up some flea shampoo on the way,” he mused. “You never know who’s along for the ride.”
Sara watched as he walked off towards his own car, and then looked back at the dog who was still smiling up at her in his own canine way.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” she sighed, opening the door to the backseat of her car. “May as well get in.” And we are definitely picking up some shampoo, she thought silently.
* * * * *
Grissom found them in the tub. That is, the dog was wholly in the tub and Sara might as well have been, for there was barely a spot of skin or fabric above her waist that wasn’t completely soaked with water.
He paused for a minute to watch the spectacle. Neither had heard him arrive home, his calls of “Sara” and then a more urgent “Honey?” going unheeded until he heard a good-natured shriek from the direction of the bathroom and decided to investigate.
The dog was the first to spot him, and tried to jump out of the bathtub in his excitement. Sara, who had one hand around the dog’s back and one gripping the detachable shower head at the time, held on for dear life until she too spotted her significant other in the doorway. He was grinning. She was not impressed.
“I didn’t know we were expecting company,” Grissom smirked at her.
“We weren’t,” she practically growled at him as the dog attempted to lurch forwards again. Then, “For goodness sake! Don’t just stand there, come and help me!”
Grissom grabbed the two towels that Sara had, in good foresight, placed at the ready, and handed one to her.
“Here, use this,” he smiled softly at her. “Leave the mutt to me. You can tell me all about it when you’ve dried off.”
The dog was, for his part, more than happy to acquiesce to Grissom and his towel, but only after spraying the whole bathroom with water while shaking himself off.
* * * * *
“No lead at the SPCA or the pound,” Grissom sighed heavily as he hung up the phone. He looked over at Sara, who was curled up on the couch with the dog at her feet, and frowned slightly. “Now what?”
Sara, looking none too perturbed, glanced up from the TV guide she was scanning. She shrugged her shoulders and looked down again, flipping a page over.
Grissom’s left eye twitched.
“Sara…?” he pleaded.
“I just don’t see what’s so bad about having a dog, Gil.”
The robe she was wearing parted slightly as she shifted to sit up straighter. Grissom’s eye twitched again.
“I’m not anti-dog,” he stated, as he walked over to the armchair next to her and sat down. “I’m anti-unplanned-pet-for-the-next-ten-years.”
“You’re anti-unplanned-everything,” she teased him.
He shot a mock hurt look back at her.
“Well…” she said, getting up and sashaying over to him, “Except for when it comes to me. You’re quite spontaneous in that department these days.”
She shifted her robe open a bit more, consciously this time. Grissom’s breath hitched in his throat.
Okay, she had his attention. Damn female wiles!
“Fine,” he caved in. “We can keep the dog.”
She smiled. “So now we need a name.”
“Now?” Grissom was starting to get more than a litte frustrated in a certain way.
“Why not? I waited long enough for you to make up your mind about me.” She leaned down and brushed his neck with her lips. “I had to find myself distractions… the word Hank comes to mind,” she looked pointedly at him. “So let’s do this now and not wait forever, hmmm?”
“How are we supposed to pull a dog name out of thin air in the next few minutes? I mean, talk about distractions - he’s got you distracted, and you’ve got me distracted….” Grissom raised his eyebrows at her.
Sara considered for a minute.
“Distraction, huh?” She finally smirked at him, then turned and walked towards their bedroom as she dropped her robe to the floor. “Alright then, in the interest of saving time and brain power, ‘Hank’ it is.”
“You want to name the dog after your EX BOYFRIEND?!” followed her around the corner.