Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. Believe me, if I did, Jorja Fox would be quite happy with her job. Let's hope that TPTB gain some sense, and give her whatever she wants.

A/N: Written for the Dollars For Sense campaign. Save Sara!!

Getting Lucky

"Just wrap your finger around it and let it slide through, nice and easy. Make sure you don't squeeze it too hard. No, no not that hard. Gently, yes that's it. Now don't go too fast, but don't go too slow either." Sara leaned forward and wrapped her fingers around Grissom's. "See how easy it is?" Drawing back, Grissom gently, but firmly pushed the pool cue through his fingers. The cue ball took off across the green felt, striking the triangle of balls at the other end. They watched as a striped ball fell into the corner pocket. Turning her head, Sara smiled at the look of triumph in Grissom's eyes. "See, I told you, you could do it."

Grissom straightened, turning to face her. "So now I get to go again, but I believe you owe me something first."

Sara smiled and shrugged off the jacket she was wearing. "Fine, but be warned, it's easy to get one ball to go in when you break, let's see how you do at going after specific balls." She moved to the other side of the table and draped her jacket over a stool.

Grissom grinned, and turned back to the table. "In that case, I think I'll go for the red striped ball over by that corner pocket." With confidence, he took his shot, and indeed the ball did go in, but the cue ball followed after it."

Sara shook her head. "Tsk tsk, you scratched. Now if you'd just sunk your ball I'd have to remove something, but because you scratched, I'd get to put something back on, and it makes no sense to take it off just to put it back on again. Plus, now it's my turn."

Grissom frowned. "So what would happen if I scratched without sinking one of my balls first?"

Sara positioned herself at the end of the table after retrieving the cue ball from the pocket. "Well then I'd just have to put something back on." She smirked and took aim at the solid green ball. She sunk it with no effort. Looking up she raised an eyebrow. "So, what'll it be?"

Grissom thought for a second, and then with deliberation he kicked off his left shoe.

Biting her lip, Sara shook her head. "Okay smart guy, you're looking a bit warm over there, why don't I help you out?" With a determined smile, Sara once again approached the table.

Twenty minutes later, Sara took pleasure in slipping off her right stocking. She giggled. She couldn't help it. Here she stood, fully dressed but for her shoes and one stocking, and there he was, holding on to his boxers by the skin of his teeth. He'd actually sunk a number of balls, but he'd scratched for just about every one he'd sunk. She looked over at the table. The striped nine ball sat there, right next to the eight ball. Now all she had to do was sink that little black ball, and she'd have free range with a very naked Grissom. If she sunk his ball however, he'd get to put on nine items of clothing, AND he'd get to tell her which two items of her clothing to remove. With confidence she lifted her cue. She had no doubt in her ability to sink the eight ball, and thus earn complete control over Grissom. Smirking, she took aim and pulled the cue back.
TBC…

A/n 2: Do you want to see what happens? Well that's very easy, just go to w w w . petitiononline .com/9kjfocsi/petition-sign.html and sign the petition to keep Jorja Fox on CBS.

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