Author: Urabadinfluence
Rating: M - maybe
Summary: On their first date, Grissom and Sara rate their first kiss
A/N: Just a little something that has been bouncing in my brain. I wasn't happy with the first one posted here, (I accidentally posted the wrong copy), so, this has been edited a bit and corrected.
Sara Sidle walked through the halls of CSI, thinking that her life had pretty much reached a plateau. She had done the same thing every day for the past year or so. Work, eat a little, work, sleep a little, work, work some more, then go back to work some more. Nothing had changed in her life, and she was ready to change that. She remembered before this lull in her life, she had been fun, flirty, had gone out with some friends now and then. Occasionally, she would even go out on a date. She didn't know how it happened, but somewhere along the way, she had become boring. Her life had changed, but the only thing that hadn't changed in years was the way she felt about Gil Grissom. She had been in love with him since the first time she laid eyes on him at a conference six and a half years ago. Back then, he was a CSI just like her, but now, he was her supervisor, and that put a twist on things.
When she reached the locker room, Sara changed into her work clothes, and while doing that, she decided that she was going to make some changes in her life, starting today. She may not change quickly, or severely, but she was going to add a bit into her life. While contemplating what she was going to do next, she made her way into the break room, hoping to get a fresh cup of coffee before Grissom handed out assignments.
As Gil Grissom walked into csi head quarters, he noticed the solemn feeling that floated through the walls. He couldn't help but notice that this place, the one place that he felt completely at home, mirrored his life. There was so much inside of him, but chose to keep it hidden. From the outside, just like the building that he now walked through, he was unassuming, quiet, boring, cold, and unfeeling. But, when the correct doors were opened, life, passion, and warmth could be seen.
When he reached his office, Grissom took off his coat and decided to head to the break room in search of some coffee to get the day started.
Shuffling down the quiet corridor, on the way to get his liquid gold, he thought about the other inhabitants of the building, and of his team. He liked them all, but only one could claim to have stolen his heart. Grissom knew that even though he would never admit it, Sara Sidle had stole his heart six and a half years ago, when he was a speaker at a forensic conference. One look at her was all it took for him to give up his heart. Out of fear, he knew he would never let her know the power she held over him, he would never let her know how much he loves her.
When he reached the break room, he made his way to the coffee pot, only to find it empty. Gritting his teeth, he silently cursed the day shift, and started a fresh pot of Greg's Blue Hawaiian coffee. A few day ago, while looking for his favorite coffee cup, Grissom had come upon the bag of exquisite coffee stashed behind a can of chocolate covered meal worms. Everyone knew that was where Grissom put his snacks, and that no one would touch them, so he figured that Greg was trying to hide his bag of coffee.
While waiting for the coffee to drip, Grissom picked up the paper and started to do the crossword. When Sara drifted quietly into the room, Grissom watched her float to the coffee pot and sigh in exasperation. Chuckling a bit, Grissom just raised an eyebrow at her and watched her move to the table across from him.
Things had been tense between them lately, but in the past few days, Grissom had decided that he was going to try to be more open to Sara, and possibly renew their friendship.
When Sara opened her mouth to speak, Grissom could just watch her and marvel at the way the words slid out of her mouth. Her voice, to him, was like a symphony, it's melody reminding him of the woman who stole his heart so long ago and refused to give it back.
"Hey Griss, slide that crossword over here, and I will let you see how a master does it. I am waiting for the coffee to be done."
He was so glad that they had become comfortable enough with each other again to flirt mildly. "Sorry Sara, I put on the fresh pot of coffee, so I have earned the crossword. If you want to help though, you don't have to read it upside down, you can just scoot here next to me."
Sara could just grin as she moved to the other side of the table and grabbed the paper, earning her a chuckle from Grissom. Slipping into the chair next to Grissom, Sara felt the heat of Grissom's lower leg against hers. She loved that feeling and decided that she wasn't going to move her leg. She wanted to see how long he would leave it there before he panicked and moved.
Surprisingly, Grissom left his leg against hers until he realized that the coffee was done. Getting up to retrieve a cup for himself, he politely asked Sara if he could get hers, and gratefully, she accepted his kindness. While pouring his coffee, Grissom spoke, 'Sara, I have been doing a little bit of thinking.'
Snorting Sara, could only interrupt, "Griss, all you do is think! What is so different about that?"
Hanging his head down, Grissom continued, "Listen Sara. Please. I am serious. Anyway, I was thinking about myself, and how no one really knows me. Only on the outside.' Quietly he added, "I should have let you in a long time ago."
"A little introspection, huh Griss? Funny, I was just thinking about my life and where it is going, and I decided that I was going to make a few changes in my life." When he looked up at her shyly, she added, "You know Griss, if anyone would walk in right now, they wouldn't believe it. I think we have opened up more in the past fifteen minutes than either of us have in fifteen years."
Knowing that the rest of the night shift would be there soon, Grissom did what he thought he would have the nerve to do. "Sara, I would really like to continue this conversation later, will you go out to dinner with me tonight? We are both off tomorrow."
Thinking that she must be going into shock, Sara simply nodded and squeaked out a tiny "OK Griss."
With a quick wink and a grin that covered his face, Grissom replied, "Great Sara, I will pick you up at five thirty if that is okay with you."
Sara was only able to say "Sounds good Griss" when the rest of the crew came in.
The evening went slowly for Sara and Grissom, each of them anticipating the dinner date that they had later. The time seem to crawl, and when quitting time finally neared, Sara found herself leaning on the door frame of Grissom's office, getting ready to let him know that she was going home. 'Griss, I will see you later, I am heading home now.' With a smile that was as bright as the strip, he replied, 'OK Sara, I'll see you at five thirty. Dress is casual, sleep well."
"I will Griss, see you then."
Still grinning, Grissom couldn't help but tease, "See you later Sara, five thirty." And then, raising his eyebrows, he added, "Sleep well Sara, you'll need your energy."
Sara stopped her retreating form and looked over her shoulder at Grissom, completely in shock. Looking at Grissom with wide eyes, Sara opened her mouth to reply, but found herself with nothing to say so just turned back and continued walking towards the parking lot door. As she walked, she could hear Grissom chuckling and say, "A speechless Sara, never thought I'd see the day. Should have tried that one a long time ago.'
When Sara arrived at home, she took a cool shower to wash away the heat of the desert, and slipped into her bed, quickly falling to sleep.
On the other side of town, Gil Grissom was setting his alarm clock for four o'clock, and dropped his tired body upon his bed, slumber quickly followed.
