All eyes turned to the woman who had just entered the room, including all the CSI's.
They were at the annual ball for the department, there were the usual collection of cops, detective, and investigators. Better yet, the Night shift had worked last year and so could all come this year and had handed the night over to the swing shift.
And every single last person in the room was gazing at the woman in the doorway.
Her dress perfectly fitting her curves, revealing just enough of her breast to gain interest but enough for imagination to play the rest, her dress clinging gently to the curves of her thighs as she stood on one hip. Her eyes shining, her smile beaming, oozing confidence. Even the men who knew her had to look carefully, she seemed so different than when in work.
The pressures which usually held her down seemed to be lifted, she was even standing differently as her hair curled slightly around her face and shoulders. Her make-up subtle enough to highlight her strengths and enough to cover any flaws she may have, which seemed impossible on a woman that beautiful.
Her eyes stopped searching the room as her gaze found the people she was searching for and made it over to Grissom's team.
Everyone's eyes were still following her as she walked across the suddenly motionless floor, her hips moving as she walked and her dress rustling enticingly, making her way to her friends.
There wasn't a single guy in the room who didn't even the men she was walking towards, especially those who recognised her going to Grissom and wondered how he of all people could have such an amazing woman aiming towards him.
No-one noticed her walking past Grissom and taking hold of Warrick's hand. They only saw her as she pulled him onto the dance floor.
Only Grissom was still stood staring at the doorway. The only one who had noticed the woman's shy companion who still stood frozen.
He continued to watch her as she stood there, surprised to see such a vulnerable side of her so open, as she tucked a strand of her glorious brown hair behind her ear.
He watched as he bit her lip and waited for someone to go and save her.
He barely felt Catherine knock him as she made her way onto the floor with Warrick, everyone's attention still on her.
But he had regained the ability to move.
He continued to watch the brunette in the door, she still needed saving, and he would be the one to do it.
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Wasn't planning to add anything onto this but might continue it, just into a short fic, let me know what you think, or if you want it to be a one-shot b itself (and if you like it?)
Having to carry on without my memory stick
Again will try and update the rest soon.
Will replace this chapter soon with updated version when get it back from my beta, just wanted to post it anyway in the mean time)
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