The Policeman's Ball
Summary: This story is on of those one's that has to have certain things in them. It's my first one like it and I don't know how good of a job I did so R&R. The CSI team goes to the Policeman's Ball and two of our people find their selves going home together. (Will be more than one chapter)
"Here you go honey…oh, and dress nice." Brass teased dropping the invitations on Grissom's desk.
"Oh, joy to the world the Policeman's Ball. I can hardly wait." Grissom said sarcastically picking them up.
"Come on Gil, you CSI's need to have a little fun all the guys at the station think you are a bunch of stiffs and I'm personally getting sick of defending you guys."
Brass smiled and disappeared down the hall.
Grissom grabbed his suitcase and walked down to the break room where the team had gathered for the last few minutes of shift.
Grissom dropped an invitation in font of each and walked over to the coffee pot to pour himself a final cup of coffee.
"No," Catherine whined looking up at him and frowning.
"Yes, I'm afraid it's that time of year again." Grissom said taking a long drink of his coffee before continuing grimly. "Remember to dress nicely and Cath no sluttish dress this year ok."
Grissom watched as Catherine smiled up at him.
"My dress was just fine last year thank you very much." Catherine said looking at Warick who was beet red.
"Yeah, until Warick dipped you and your tata's flew out." Greg chimed from the chair beside Nick.
"One wardrobe malfunction and they all want a piece." Catherine remarked causing Sara to snort a laugh and Grissom to spit his coffee back in his cup.
"You heard me Catherine Clara Willows." Grissom said eyeing her with a smile.
"Yes mother, no wait my mother wasn't that bad." Catherine said matter-of-factly getting up and stretching. "I'm going home; see you guys at the ball tonight." She said disappearing down the hallway.
"I'll see you guys later I have to go shopping for a dress to wear to this stupid thing." Sara growled taking off down the hallway also.
Nick, Warick, Greg, and Grissom all left after them and went home to start preparing for the nights events.
Sara walked into the small boutique and immediately felt stupid when she caught sight of the frilly pink dresses and extremely uncomfortable looking high heels.
A store clerk excused herself from a browsing customer and made her was over to Sara, who was wondering almost stupidly around the rows of dresses.
"Can I help you, Miss?" The woman asked with a fake as hell smile plastered on her face.
"Yes actually, you can tell me where I can find something to wear to a ball." Sara said looking at a frilly pink dress beside her.
"Well depends on what kind you're looking for and exactly how formal this ball is." The clerk said becoming more excited with the situation.
"Well, it's the Policeman's Ball and I just want something that screams you can look but don't touch." Sara said thoughtfully to the other woman thinking about what Grissom would think if she showed up in something short and sexy.
"I think I have just the thing in mind."
The woman motioned for Sara to fallow her to the back of the store.
Sara left the store with the dress box and shoe box in her arms.
She was going to show Gilbert Grissom just what he was missing and she would have fun doing it.
Warick looked from his drink and spotted Sara by the door shrugging off her coat.
He was almost knocked backward by the sight of her.
She was wearing a silk red dress that came to about mid-thigh. The font was of her dress was low leaving little to wonder. Her hair was pulled back in a bun with several strands hanging down in large elegant curls. A large red jewel hung down between her breasts drawling attention to them.
Greg whistled and perked up on his bar stool holding his tequila shot in hand.
"Damn, who knew she looked that good underneath all them clothes." He said as she walked across the room to them.
"Hey boys," she said happily sitting down and crossing her legs.
Greg nodded and swallowed his shot waving for the bartender to bring him another.
"Where do you get off?" Catherine asked walking over to Sara and tapping her on the shoulder.
"Catherine, what's wrong? What did I do?" Sara asked with a grin knowing exactly what she'd done.
"Hiding a body like that is a crime you and I both know that." Catherine commented motioning for Sara to stand and turn around.
They heard the sound of three men talking and laughing looking up to find Nick, Brass, and Grissom walking toward them.
They pulled up short and looked at the sight before them.
"Sara Marie Sidle, where did you get that dress?" Nick asked looking at her like his eyes would bulge out of his head.
"Kathy & Kelly's, on the strip." Sara said watching as Grissom's eyes moved over her.
Grissom didn't know what to do when he saw Sara dressed in that dress. Standing in front of the bar like that looking all sexy and…hot.
Grissom just stared at her and walked over to a stool and sat down.
She looked so comfortable standing there in front of all the police officers and the day shift CSI's; she seemed to be enjoying the company of her friends and co-workers.
Greg feel from his stool five times since Grissom had sat down at the bar and began ordering one beer after the another trying his damnedest to get drunk enough to have to go home early. Greg had obviously had enough for one night this was made obvious when Sara sat down beside him and began to converse with him.
"I saw you dancing with Nick, Warick, and Brass a while ago…if I didn't know you were madly in love with Grissom I would have told Brass to keep an eye open because you where all up in his grill." Greg said laying his head down on the bar.
"I think you need to get away from the bar for a while Greg. Next year they should make you pay for drinks instead of having an open bar." Sara growled and smacked Greg on the back of the head.
"What was that for?" Greg whined rubbing his head with his hand and holding the other out to try and prevent future blows.
"For what you said just now." Sara explained taking a sip of her beer.
"Hey, look at this I got it of Sophia a few hours ago…she was going to throw it away."
Greg pulled up his pants leg to reveal a silk red garter. Sara laughed and pulled her dress up to her hip revealing her gun and a matching black garter belt.
"We match," Greg chirped smiling at her.
"I have to get a picture of this." Catherine said to Brass getting up and pulling her digital camera from her purse.
"Smile for the camera." Catherine said getting in front of them and holding up the camera.
Sara put on a genuine smile and threw her leg across Greg's lap who then put his hand on her thigh and plastered a large smile to his face.
Catherine snapped the picture and then dead laughing as she walked away to find Nick and Warick.
Greg let go of Sara's leg and laid his head back down on the bar.
"I'm going home." Greg said standing up and walking toward the door. Leaving Grissom and Sara alone at the bar.
"You look nice tonight Sara." Grissom commented when she turned and smiled at him.
"Thank you. You look very nice yourself." She said turning to look at the dance floor which was filled with people.
"Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle how are you two? Hope there's no trouble in paradise." Ecklie had appeared looking rather drunk with a horrified looking Sophia behind him.
"Conrad, we're just fine and I'm afraid there's nothing to report on paradise, no one's found it yet." Grissom commented coolly when Ecklie placed his hand on Sara's shoulder and lend closer to her.
"Damn Miss, Sidle, I never knew you had this body or you'd have been in my bed a long time ago." Ecklie whispered loud enough for Grissom and Sara to hear.
Before Grissom could react Sara had drawn her gun and pinned Ecklie against the wall with the gun held to his temple.
"You listen to me you sleazy son of a bitch if you ever so much as look at me like that again I'll kill you." Sara threatened and for good measure pulled the hammer back on her gun.
Ecklie gave a squeal of terror and looked at Grissom his eyes begging him to call her off.
"You shouldn't have said that Conrad." He said before turned around picking up his beer.
Sara let Ecklie go and he scurried away to the bathroom, Sophia in toe behind him.
Putting her gun away Sara reached for her drink and headed for the balcony, the floor parted like the Red Sea for Mosses.
Conrad was back in full swing at around mid-night drinking and partying it up with his fellow co-workers.
Grissom walked out to the balcony to find Sara sitting in one of the lawn chairs there drinking and looking out over the city.
"Hey," he said sitting down beside her and looking out over the city as well.
"Hey, to you too." Sara said smiling over at him.
Grissom took her hand for some unknown reason but Sara didn't make any move to pull away. She liked the way her hand felt in his.
"Oh Gil," Conrad Ecklie appeared on the balcony just as Grissom was getting ready to say something about Sara's outfit.
"Yes Conrad." Grissom said looking up as he staggered out onto the balcony. In Grissom's mind he secretly hoped Ecklie would get a little to close to the edge and fall off.
"You know how you're always trying to find a way to show me up…Well, here's your chance five minutes on the dance floor bring Sexy Sara with you." Ecklie winked at her and disappeared back inside.
Grissom and Sara looked at each other. Grissom still held her hand. Sara didn't make any move to pull away so he took that as a sign to keep a hold of it.
"Did Ecklie just challenge me to a dance off?" He asked looking at Sara.
"Yeah, and he just called me Sexy Sara." She quavered at the thought.
"Are you up to showing him up?" Sara asked Grissom causing his eyes to widen in shock. "I just thought we could mess with him for a bit his to drunk to dance worth anything so we could easily make a fool of him." Sara reasoned looking at Grissom with interest.
"Let's show Ecklie how to dance. Shall we?" Grissom questioned standing up guiding Sara back into the building.
"I'll take you up on that offer, Conrad. Let's see what you can do?" Grissom said when he found Ecklie and Sophia slow dancing in the middle of the dance floor.
Applauds burst forth and Ecklie smiled.
"Con on Sweet Cheeks let's cut a rug." Ecklie said jerking Sophia into his arms as La Comparsita began and everyone cleared the floor for the two couples to show their stuff.
Grissom took Sara's right hand and placed his other on the small of her back. She was smiling and looked rather at ease with the fact they were getting ready to do the tango in front of the entire police force and the crime lab.
Their hips touched as they dance creating a pleasing friction between them.
Grissom and Sara moved together like it was second nature for them to be dancing together.
Ecklie stumbled around stupidly trying to keep up with them. He was unsuccessful.
They were made for each other. Their hands fit together perfectly, their hips were curved together perfectly and they moved together with the knowledge of secret lovers.
Grissom dipped Sara, 'ohs' and 'aws' come from the people standing around them as applauded broke out.
The song ended and they broke apart. Sara held up her and Grissom's still joined hand as the applauds grew into yells and whistles.
Ecklie disappeared as did Sophia. Grissom smiled when he saw the two slip out the door unnoticed.
They made their way back outside to their chairs and resumed their drinking and talking.
"So how did I do?" Sara asked sitting down and taking a long drink of her beer.
"You did wonderful. I really had fun." Grissom said giving Sara a soft smile. She returned it and took a long swig of her pink drink. Grissom's eyes didn't leave hers as he took a drink of his beer and studied her.
'I wonder if now would be a good time to ask her to come over to my place or should I wait?' Grissom thought to himself as he finally looked away from Sara and out over the city. He'd noticed her hip was uncovered and he could see the barrel of her gun but that wasn't the only thing he could see. Sara's bare skin played peck-a-boo with his eyes as he let them travel over her long legs with odd placed curves. He bet if they were to lay together that those oddly placed curves would fit perfectly with his. He looked away at the floor when Sara noticed he was checking her out and pulled at the hem of her dress.
Sara should have known that the dress was a mistake. Sure she'd wanted Grissom to notice her but there were other ways of getting a man's attention than dressing like a whore. She felt stupid and her legs were getting cold in the open air. Absently she bent down and rubbed her hands over her leg and warmed her flesh. Grissom watched as she let her hands move over the skin. She caught him looking and abruptly stopped moving her hands.
"Are you cold?" He asked his voice strained as he took off his coat and offered it to her. Sara accepted it and draped it across her legs. Grissom resumed looking away from her at the city lights and she continued to drink her tonic and look down at the coat covering her legs. She'd been extremely stupid to wear the dress or to even buying the damn thing for that matter. It was so low cut she almost swear that her breast were going to fall out, even through it was obvious that they weren't going anywhere. She cleared her throat and took another drink.
Grissom looked back around at her and caught her checking him out. She blushed and looked away at his coat over her legs. Grissom knew that he needed to say something funny or witty to make her laugh but he couldn't think of anything. He wanted to tell her he was in love with her or that he wanted her so bad that it was almost unbearable. He was so lost in the thought that he didn't notice Sara get up and walk over to the edge of the balcony. He didn't notice when she came back over and stood in front of him, bending down she looked deep into his eyes. He did notice however, the fact that she kept getting closer and closer to him and that her lips were parted. Before he could say anything her lips curved over his and her tongue came out silently asking for entry. He granted her that and slowly sucked her tongue into his mouth as he swirled his around it.
Sara's arms came up to link around Grissom's neck as he pulled her into his lap. She was light as a feather and she tasted of warm honey with a ting of alcohol and reckless passion. His hands found their way to her hips and pushed the dress up till he had revealed her gun holstered on her hip. He pulled away and undid the holster.
"You won't need this." He commented and Sara smiled and pulled his head back to hers once again kissing him abundantly. He let her play light music across his jaw with her tongue and lips. It felt so good to hold her, to be held by her. He almost cried at the softest in her touch when she brought her hands up to frame his face. She had been put through hell, had been denied the love of the only man she'd ever loved, and had lost almost everything to alcohol a few years back but she was still capable of being sweet and gentle and kind. She was all the things Grissom needed and so much more. She was his heaven on earth. Slowly he kissed her lips and pulled away from her.
"Sara, there's something very important I have to tell you." He started she looked at him taking in the sight of his kiss swollen lips and his ruffled hair. She had the deep satisfaction of knowing that she was the one woman who had done that. She watched as he drew in a breath and then let it out again.
"Sara, I want to tell you that I…Sara I'm…in…love…with…you."
TBC…
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