He Ain't Heavy….He's My Grissom
Chapter 1: The Evening After
At 10:30pm Sunday night, Sara Sidle walked into the crime lab on her way to Grissom's office. She was still reeling from the events of 18 hours ago, when she and Grissom were kissing in front of the Bellagio fountains, and Grissom called her his 'Geek Goddess'. However, experience drew Sara towards a caution of getting too excited. She wanted to speak to Grissom herself and make sure that he was going to retreat after the events of last night. If he did, she reasoned, she would have to use her formidable CSI skills to make sure that no one ever found his body.
Sara stood at Grissom's door. She watched him look morose over the pile of paperwork he was perpetually trying to tame. Watching his hands, and remembering the smell of his salt and pepper curls, she relived some of her favorite memories of the night before.
As usual, Grissom sensed Sara's presence before actually seeing her. He lifted his head and being greeted with a sunny smile, returned the gesture and motioned her in. Sara walked over to his desk, and sat in the chair that Grissom motioned to.
"Paperwork again?"
Grissom gave a smirk, "Desk dump, actually?"
Sara looked puzzled, so Grissom continued; "I am going to New York for the Forensic Entomologists meeting tomorrow, remember? Since I will be gone until Thursday, I wanted to have as much of this crap off of my desk before I went as possible."
At the mention of the meeting, Sara's face fell. She had forgotten that Grissom would be gone, and was nervous that the time apart would give Grissom time to find excuses to push her away again.
Grissom noticed the expression on her face and rolled his chair over to hers. "Honey, I was wondering…?"
"What Grissom, do you want me to feed the tarantula while you are gone, I will."
Grissom smiled, "No Sara, I was wondering if you were going to David's wedding next Saturday?"
Sara nodded, "I'm giving a reading, Paul's letter to the Corinthians, and you?"
"I'm also doing a reading, I know I left it somewhere around here." Grissom began moving papers around. "No matter, I'll find it, anyway…I was wondering if…well if you needed a ride to the wedding."
Sara began to flare a little, "Grissom I do not need a designated driver, I am not planning to drink, if that's what you're asking."
Grissom gulped, he can't believe that after last night, he still gets tongue tied around Sara. "No, what I meant was, do you want to go with me…as my date?"
Sara immediately looked apologetic, and began to stammer out an apology for her assumption, Grissom stopped her. "Don't worry about it, with the way I say things, I don't blame you. So will you be my date?"
"Absolutely".
"Great, so besides solving crimes, what will you be doing when I'm gone."
Sara smiled, "The usual, working out, reading, and I'll have to find time to shop for a wedding present."
"No catalogs."
Sara shook her head. "No, after the Marks case, I try to shop amongst people, whenever possible."
Grissom looked at her for what felt like a long minute. "I was wondering, I haven't gotten a gift yet, I usually do cash, but for David, it seems..."
"Impersonal" Sara filled in.
"Yes. Would you mind getting a gift and I will reimburse you for ½ the cost."
Sara was stunned into speechlessness. Finally she regained her composure and said, "Taking me as your date to the wedding and a joint gift. That seems to be quite a statement." She waited for his answer.
Grissom nodded and rolled his chair closer to Sara, "A statement that is long overdue in making."
The pair sat very close together, while Grissom twirled her hair in his fingers, and Sara shivered every time she felt his fingers brush the nape of her neck. They sat like that for many long moments, until the clicking of Catherine's heels on the tile floor broke them out of their reverie. Sara noticed that Grissom stopped playing with her hair, but made no move to distance his chair from hers.
"Yes Catherine."
The blonde looked at the pair and smiled her Cheshire cat grin. It was worth the demotion to get to witness moments like this. After taking in everything about Sara and Grissom's body language, she practically began to purr, "Well, its almost midnight, and the rest of the gang is in the break room waiting for assignments, will you too be joining us?
Grissom looked at Catherine. He could tell he was going to be in for an interrogation later.
"We'll be there in a minute; we just need to finish our discussion."
Feeling very self-satisfied, Catherine threw over her shoulder as she left. "Is that what they're calling it these days?"
Grissom gave Sara a sheepish grin. "Once I get back, we'll have to figure out how to do this and work." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and stood up, grabbing her by the elbow to help her out.
They walked out to the break room, with Grissom's hand on the small of Sara's back as he murmured promises to call her every night while he was away.
TBC
A/N: I will try to update this quickly. I promise no character death.
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