Greg
glanced over at Clementine, feeling his breathing speed
up a little at the sight of her in the passenger seat. The car was in
the
driveway; the porch light was still on, and snoozing away in the car
seat in
the back, Wyatt burbled softly, finally asleep.
Clementine
undid her seat belt and glanced at Wyatt, grinning. Her look to Greg
was both amused and wry.
“Yeah,
finally out. He usually drops off if I drive him around a while. Thanks
for letting me do that before I got you home.”
Her look
was easy to read as she reached back and stroked the baby’s
soft cheek
with a finger. The boy smiled reflexively in his sleep, and Greg
reached back
to tuck the fuzzy flannel blanket a little more snugly around the
child’s
shoulders. Leaning back between then seats alongside Clem brought him
close to
her, and he turned his head just in time to nearly rub noses with her.
“Not
every woman would agree to end a date by helping put a kid to bed you
know,” he pointed out, oh-so-aware of that generous mouth so
close to his. Clem
smiled, tipping her head. She barely brushed her lips against his, the
soft
tickle enticingly sweet, a flirtatious tease that turned the moment
into
something with both arousal and affection in it. Greg quivered, holding
back to
enjoy the sensation that much more.
Clem’s
mouth pressed a little more firmly on his, moving to shape a few words
against his lips, and Greg felt an exhilaration running through his
entire
frame when he figured out what she was asking.
***
*** ***
Sara
smiled, kissing Grissom’s bare shoulder. She remembered
biting it a long
time ago and the temptation rose up in her again, but he was sleeping
now, and
she felt he wouldn’t appreciate the surprise. They lay
entwined on the bed, the
French doors open as a soft breeze blew into the room, cooling it down
a bit.
She felt
the languid content flow through her, the satisfaction of being in the
right place at the right time. Grissom slept deeply, his heavy head on
her
collarbone, the tickle of his bearded cheek a comforting pressure. The
room was
quiet, the mood peaceful. She studied Grissom’s features,
wondering not for the
first time at how he seemed a marvelous blend of appealing charms.
This
man. Her lover, her betrothed, her future husband.
Sara
shivered, feeling the joy all the way down to her toes, amazed at the
sentimentality of it all. She never thought of herself as the emotional
type;
sticking to business was more her style, gathering facts and organizing
them
into patterns of logic.
A
pragmatic woman above all, she knew, and yet—Here in the face
of it, from the
deepest well within her, Sara felt that this moment was truly the
beginning of
Happily Ever After.
WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
FIGARO:
went on to live to the ripe old age of sixteen. He terrorized the yard
and gardens of the house on Casa Caliente with unrelenting focus, only
turning
his attention to tormenting DANTE once the puppy became part of the
family.
Figaro grudgingly accepted the arrivals of SARA-MARY (AKA Bingo) and
JAMES
THOMAS (AKA Squirt) growing to enjoy the children once he learned
hanging
around them was fun. He was the subject of the popular
children’s book Grissom
later wrote: Figaro the Fierce
and the Luna Moth and had a
beautiful
photo of himself on the back cover. Figaro is buried in the back yard
and has a
marble statue of a cat over his grave.
AVRA and
WILL SIDLE: continued running the Ocean Inn for seven years until Will
succumbed to a fatal stroke one morning with his wife in his arms. Avra
mourned
him deeply. She invited TOM and the children to move to the
TRUMAN
IBARRA and ‘VIVE: received the deed to the Valhalla Seton
mine from
Grissom. The mine was no longer viable, but the property it lay on was
prime
Real Estate adjacent to two highways; consequently through sales and
contract
deals Truman acquired a fortune. ‘Vive managed to talk him
into seeing medical
specialists who treated him for his seizures and nosebleeds. The
resulting case
study was the basis for a national investigation into CIA
experimentation, and
Truman, along with several other veterans were called to testify at the
Senate
hearings. The drugs used on Truman permanently damaged his body, but he
refused
to accept any settlement from the government, sending the money back to
the VA
hospitals instead. He and ‘Vive finally married,
and he took her to
JOE
MORGAN and DAISY BRANDTSTEIN of Sheba Nevada married. Sara and Grissom
attended their wedding, and ran into MOLLY again, who manage to goose
Grissom
not once, but twice during the reception. She offered to host a
bachlorette
party for Sara, which became the now legendary “Sara and
Sorcha go to jail with
a bunch of hunky naked men” episode that to this day Grissom
grumbles about.
Joe and Daisy became foster parents to several children, adopting three.
CLEMENTINE
ST. CROIX continued to date Greg Sanders for eight months after
Grissom proposed to Sara, breaking up and making up with him twice
during that
time. Greg patiently assuaged her doubts and insisted she finish
getting her
degree. After her college graduation, he proposed.
In a
happy coincidence of circumstance, Clem offered to buy
Grissom’s old
townhouse when he was putting it on the market; she, Wyatt and Greg
moved in
shortly afterwards. Clem worked for a private hotel security firm,
eventually
becoming manager and part owner of Fortress, Inc. She and Greg had two
daughters, and raised all three of their children to appreciate
cultural
diversity and the Three Stooges. Wyatt went to Cal Tech, and his
sisters to
Pepperdine.
OLIVIA
and ALEX De Montavallo lived well into their nineties, traveling and
enjoying the freedom to be together. Alex published two books on art
fraud and
hosted a training video for Interpol on the subject. Olivia eventually
did sell
her gallery, and set part of the profit aside in a potential college
fund for
her son’s children. She and Alex welcomed the arrival of Sara
Mary and later
James Thomas with open arms, spoiling them heartily on every visit. As
the
years went on, both of them grew frailer, and eventually Olivia
succumbed to
respiratory failure, dying peacefully at home with Alex holding her
hand. He
lasted barely a year without her, passing away himself within a few
days of the
anniversary of her death. Both of them are buried at Garden of the Sea
cemetery
in Del Mar California.
SARA and
GRISSOM finally married in a lovely small ceremony at the Ocean Inn
after several more delays and misadventures including Sara’s
bachlorette party,
the parking lot car fire and the arrival of Dante. Grissom gave Sara
the ruby
heart pendant on their wedding night. He sold his townhouse to Clem and
Greg,
and put the majority of his household goods into storage, preferring
the
comforts of the bungalow on Casa Caliente. A few years and one rocking
chair
later, the eminent arrival of Sara-Mary put into action the need to
remodel the
house and add a second story. Grissom took semi-retirement at that time
to
supervise the reconstruction and begin to write his books Definitive
Case
Studies in Forensic Entomology,
and the Handbook of Decay
Timelines,
both of which have become standards in their fields. He opted not to
return to
lab work, instead becoming a nationally renowned consultant and
part-time manager
of the body farm.
Sara was promoted to head of the night shift and rose to the position
beautifully. She worked through both her pregnancies and held the job
through
terms of three more sheriffs, eventually earning Ecklie’s
commendations. She
and Grissom traveled and loved and argued and grew older together,
reaffirming
and strengthening the bond between them through the years of their
lives. They
live as close to happily ever after as is possible for two
strong-willed
passionate people in love with each other.
DANTE,
the Golden Retriever mix arrived at Casa Caliente in
Grissom’s jacket
pocket and lived 17 years with the family, adoring all of them,
especially
Figaro. He provided Bingo and Squirt with companionship and comfort,
and became
excellent at retrieving tennis balls shagged by Grissom and later
Squirt. He
accompanied Grissom on daily/nightly rounds at the body farm, and made
an
excellent foot warmer under the desk as Grissom worked on his book.
Dante died
peacefully in his sleep and was buried next to Figaro in the garden,
under his
own slab of marble.
SARA-MARY
GUNDERSON (nee Grissom) became a writer of intricate crime/mystery
novels, twice winning Edgar awards. She bought property near
JAMES
THOMAS GRISSOM graduated from