Here is the family friendly version of this story. I have rated a more mature version on fanfiction for all those old enough and who may want to read it.
Gil and Sara stood side by side, the job that was in front of them was one that neither wanted, but that both knew needed to be done.
?Are you ready?? Gil asked.
?Do I have a choice?? was Sara?s reply.
Gil and Sara have both been CSI?s for some time now and had faced many disgusting and smelly things, but this brought tears to both their eyes.
They both pulled in a deep breath and released it slowly.
?Not really,? Gil said, bending down to pick up the necessary tools for the job.
?You could have Nick and Greg handle this?? Sara said, still trying to get out of it.
Gil laughed, ?As if they would do it. Let?s get it over with.?
Positive there was no way out, Sara resigned herself to the task at hand.
?I?ve got the tomato juice,? Sara said. ?And I have the dog,? Gil said, wrinkling his nose.
Hank had started out chasing a squirrel, but something else peaked his curiosity, something black with a white strip running down its back - yes, a skunk.
Needless to say, Hank lost, so Gil and Sara had to give him a tomato juice bath. Hank hated baths anyway, so they knew this was not going to be a fun job.
Between the two of them, they were able to hold Hank still long enough to completely cover him with the tomato juice. That was the easy part because Hank kept licking the juice. The next step was a little harder because Hank didn't want them to massage it into his fur, he just wanted to lick at the tomato juice.
Gil had to keep the dog from running off. ?The tomato juice has to stay on him for at least 20 minutes,? Sara told him.
?Now comes the fun,? Gil said, picking up the hose.
Anyone watching would have laughed at the two of them wrestling the dog, it didn't take long for Gil and Sara to be covered with the mud that resulted from Hank's bath.
You are such a mess,? Gil said to Sara. Sara laughed, looking at him. ?You aren?t much better.? ?What!? Gil said, pushing her into the mud. Sara fought back and soon an all out mud war was underway.
The two ?adults? were smearing mud on each other, Hank looked at them, trying to figure his two human pets out. He shook the water from his fur and stretched out in the sun to dry.
Gil had Sara pinned and was ticking her, ?Stop. Stop it,? she squealed. Gil refused to release his hold on her.
Gil finally stopped, then he smiled. He moved some of Sara?s mud soaked hair from her face and kissed her. Sara smiled at him, ?We look a sight.?
?You are always beautiful to me,? he told her.
As they were kissing Gil was suddenly attacked from behind, not once, but twice.
Sara laughed uncontrollably as a curly blond headed boy and his sister jumped on their father.
?If you and Mommy can play in the mud, so can we,? their 5 year old son James told him. ?Yeah,? chirped 3 year old Jennifer. Before long, Gil had them both giggling and mud covered.
?Ok, you mud monsters,? Sara said, turning the hose on them. It's time to clean off a little so you three can take a bath. James and Jenifer laughed at their mother and ran in and out of the stream of water from the garden hose.
Gil sneaked up behind Sara and quickly snatched the hose from her and turned it on her. ?Let?s get Momma, mud monsters,? he yelled to the children as he handed them the hose.
With the majority of the mud rinsed off, Sara took her very wet children to the bathroom and bathed and dressed them for bed. Gil walked in their room, drying his hair.
?Daddy will read your bedtime story and tuck you in while Momma showers,? Sara told them, giving them both good night kisses.
Gil settled on the couch, James on one side and Jennifer on the other, in his hand was a Winnie The Pooh story.
Story read and children tucked in, Gil went to his and Sara?s room and crawled in bed next to his wife.
?I believe we were trying to get something started a while ago,? Gil whispered as he kissed Sara.
They made love that night with more passion then either could remember.
?Who would have thought playing in the mud could lead to so much fun,? Gil whispered, with a raspy voice.
As always I own nothing related to CSI the writers and producers own it all. I also want to thank Wander52, my friend and beta reader.
