Four months have passed and Gil was looking in the paper at the Entertainment section. He usually doesn’t pay attention to it but something caught his eye.
“Sara, are you busy?”
“No, why?”
“Come here a minute.”
She put Kelly in her carrier and walked into the kitchen with her.
“Do you still love The Monkees?”
“You bet! You remembered that?”
“Yes.”
“Why do you ask?”
“Dolenz, Jones, Boyce and Hart are appearing at Candlestick Park in two months. Would you like to go?”
“Would I? You don’t need to ask! I haven’t seen them since 1969! Omigosh, this would rock! I love you Griss!” She kissed him excitedly.
“What do you want to do with Kelly?”
“Cliff has said that he would watch her if we needed to.”
“Great! I’ll call him now.”
“Burns.”
“Hey Cliff. It’s Gil. Listen, I need a favor.”
“What?”
“Could you watch Kelly for us in two months? We are going to a concert that Sara wants to go to badly.”
“Sure, no problem. Would that be Dolenz, Jones, Boyce and Hart, by any chance?”
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“Sara talks about The Monkees all the time. I happened to see the ad in the paper, so that’s what I figured.”
“Yeah, she’s been into them since the 1960’s.”
“I saw them three times too! In 1967 twice and 1969.” Sara called from the other side of the table.
“She sure likes them that’s for sure.” Cliff laughed.
“Yup. Thanks for helping us out Cliff.”
“Anytime Gil.”
They hung up and Gil said, “It’s all set Sara.”
“Thank you Griss.”
“You’re welcome.”
Sara walked back out into the living room with Kelly and Gil went and called Candlestick Park’s Management.
“Candlestick Park Management, this is Patty. How may I help you?”
“Hi Patty. My name is Gil Grissom. I was wondering, are you able to arrange backstage passes for concerts?”
“Usually that’s up to management for the bands. Which concert are you talking about?”
“Dolenz, Jones, Boyce and Hart.”
“Yes that would be the management. You need to contact, let me see here, Rodney Bingenheimer in Los Angeles. Would you like the number?”
“Yes please.”
“It’s 312-555-3478.”
“Thank you Patty.”
Gil hung up and then dialed the number.
“KROQ, this is Carol. How may I help you?”
“Hi Carol. My name is Gil Grissom. I was told by Candlestick Park here in San Francisco that you were in charge of backstage passes?”
“Yes we are. We do give out passes but they are very limited.”
“Well, my wife has been a fan of the Monkees since the 1960’s and I wanted to get her a pass so she could live out her longtime dream of meeting them. What are the chances?”
“The chance is very good. No one else has asked for a pass yet for that show. Let me ask Mr. Bingenheimer and see. Please hold.”
He held the phone for a few minutes and she came back.
“Mr. Grissom?”
“Yes?”
“You are in luck. Mr. Bingenheimer said it’s okay for you to get two backstage passes. What is your address so we can send them?”
“Gil Grissom, 75 Rosedale Place, Oakland, CA 92345.”
“Thank you very much Mr. Grissom, we will get them right out to you.”
“Thank you, Carol.”
They hung up and Gil was rather pleased with himself. He figured he would keep that a surprise from Sara. He ordered two tickets from Ticketmaster and a week later he got both in the mail.
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Two months have passed and it is the evening of the concert. Sara wore her 1967 Tour T-shirt that she bought at the concert and blue jeans with her red Converse All Star’s and white socks. Her hair was pulled back in a red stretch headband, and she was wearing hoop earrings. Grissom was wearing a midnight blue polo shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and tube socks.
“Are you ready Sara?”
“Oh yeah. My stomach is all in knots. I can’t believe this is happening.”
“It is. Just relax, and enjoy the show.”
“I’ll try.”
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the stadium. They got in line and at 6 PM, the doors opened. The show was at 7 so they had an hour to wait. They walked around the stadium for a while until around 6:30. While walking, Sara ran into an old friend of hers.
Sara ran up to her and called, “Sally?”
Sally stopped and looked at Sara for a second, and then recognition was on her face.
“Sara Sidle? Omigosh!”
The two women hugged each other.
“How the hell have you been Sally?”
“I’ve been doing well. How about you?”
“Wonderful. This is my husband, Dr. Gil Grissom. Gil, this is Sally Cartwright, an old friend of mine.”
“Nice to meet you Gil. Ooh Sara, you married a Doctor?” She raised her eyebrows and smiled. “A handsome one too.”
“I’m a scientist. Nice to meet you too Sally.” He extended his hand and she shook it.
“I figured you would marry a scientist.”
Sara laughed. “We met after ten years apart. We’ve been married since last June. We have a six month old daughter named Kelly.”
“Wonderful. I’m still single unfortunately. I guess I’ve been waiting for Micky all my life.”
“Hey girl, maybe he’ll break up with Trina, you never know.”
“Yeah sure.”
“Oh come on! Look positively!”
“Sara – he seems very happy with her, you know that. Besides, what would he want with a 30-year-old?”
“Trina is a bit younger than you, but so what?”
“True. Oh well. So where are you sitting?”
“Up front in Row C. How about you?”
“Same here! What seat?”
“Seat 15, in the center I think. How about you?”
“Seat 14! Omigosh girl, we are next to each other! What a coinkidink!”
“It sure is!”
They went and got their seats and waited a half hour before the show. Gil felt bad that her friend couldn’t go with them backstage, but perhaps they could find a way.
It was 7:00 PM sharp and the two kees and Boyce and Hart got on stage. Sara and Sally started to scream. Sara and Sally screamed for Micky, their favorite.
Gil just laughed at his wife and her friend screaming at their teenage idols like a couple of teenagers.
They enjoyed the concert and when it was over, Sally and Sara exchanged numbers and addresses.
“We will have to get together soon, Sara.”
“Yes we sure will.”
As Sara was about to turn to leave, Gil stopped her.
“Sara, I have a surprise for you.” He showed her the backstage passes.
“Oh Gil! You actually got backstage passes for me?”
“Yes. We need to get to security so that we can get backstage.”
“Sara you are one lucky lady. You’ll have to tell me all about it.”
“Sally, I may be able to sneak you in. You game?” Gil asked.
“Oh yeah!”
They all walked up to the security guard. Gil asked if they could get Sara in and he said he would have to ask Dolenz, Jones, Boyce and Hart first. He came back a few minutes later and said it was okay.
All three went backstage to a big room that had a table with food. The girls couldn’t say anything; they couldn’t believe that two of The Monkees were standing right there in front of them.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Gil Grissom and this is my wife, Sara and her friend, Sally.”
“Nice to meet you.” Micky extended his hand, and Gil shook it.
“Hi.” Was all Sally and Sara could get out.
“Can I have a hug Micky?” Sara finally managed to get out.
“Sure!”
She got to hug her favorite Monkee and she wanted to faint. He smelled of Polo cologne and she said to herself that she would never wash her shirt.
She then got hugs from Davy and Boyce and Hart and Gil took pictures of every one. Sally got a hug first from Micky and then from the others. Gil took pictures of that as well.
They then sat and talked. They all got into interesting conversation, mainly Micky and Gil about science and Forensics. After their half hour was up, Micky and Gil exchanged phone numbers. Sara couldn’t believe that her husband was becoming friends with her favorite.
Sally said goodbye to Sara and Gil and the couple went home.
While in the car, Sara started talking to her husband.
“Griss, I can’t believe you are now friends with Micky Dolenz!” She gushed.
“He puts his pants on the same way as I do, Sara.”
“Yes but this is my teenage crush we’re talking about! You know you have to invite him over to the house when their tour is over.”
“I sure will do that Sara. I am glad that we got your friend Sally backstage too.”
“Yeah. That was sweet of you Gil. I love you for that.”
“You can thank me when we get home, you know.”
“Oh, you know I will.”
They got home and had the house to themselves until morning so they went to the living room and made love on the floor.
“Griss, we’ve never had sex in the living room before.” Sara cooed.
“I know, isn’t this fun?”
“Yes.”
The next morning, they went to Cliff’s house and picked Kelly up.
The End