-GSR on Jachle-
It was a really slow night at the Las Vegas police department. Almost everyone was home or out doing something, probably not work related. Grissom walked through the desolate halls and made his way into the break room. He just arrived there, but could find no one. So he made his way to his office. As he approached the door he saw a light on and heard "…RACHEL!"
He swung the door open to find Sara clutching a pillow, sitting on the sofa watching the TV. She immediately looked up to Grissom and was a bit surprised. He hovered in the doorway a moment and said "Sara, what are you doing?" She sheepishly looked at him and said "Watching TV…" with that smile that made him drop to his knees. He then closed the door and made his way over to her and sat next to her on the comfy sofa.
He watched the Tv screen for a moment and saw a young blond woman sitting on the ground and an obviously concerned dark haired man by her side. "What show is this?" He asked. Sara stiffed a laugh then said "You mean you don't know whats on after us?" Grissom gave her a look then said "Usually after our show we wind up in the be-" She cut him off with a cough, while a pink color spread across her cheeks, "Well anyways..." He put his arm around her and she continued, "Its Eleventh Hour, and its amazing! The two main character have so much chemistry, I mean you can just tell they like each other more then what they let on." Grissom looked again at the screen and it did seem the the man was very concerned and the woman looked at him with a familiar look in her eyes.
"I think they'll eventually realize they both have feeling for each other." They both smiled a knowing smile at each other and kept watching until Sara fell asleep and he held her close to him as he soon dazed off him self. [Hurray! GRS likes Jachle] 。
