I was inspired by the stories about the shirt written by cincoflex & vrtrakowski.
Thanks to Cinco for the beta.
So here's my version of howThe Shirtcame into existence.
Title: Comfortable
Pairing:Grissom/Sara
Rating:Teen (No smut, but reference to drinking)
I don't own them, they play over at CBS's sandbox.
Summary: An explanation of how the shirt came to exist in the scene that will live in infamy (for GSR fans anyway).
It really is a comfortable shirt.
Sara had bought the Blue Hawaiian for him as a reminder of their first trip together. They had gone to San Antonio and shopped at the Mercado. The heat had been similar to Vegas, but the drinks in their systems and the way Sara had smiled non-stop had made it so much better. Sara had picked up the shirt and held it up to him.
"It's my fantasy to see you relaxed, and this is just the shirt for it." He had merely picked up a silk robe from the rack nearest and held it up for her.
"If you're wearing this as well, it can be my fantasy too."
Talk of fantasies had caused them both to sneak glances at each other and almost given away their secret. Then Jim had been shot, and all he could think about was how incredibly lucky he was to have her in his life. When Jim woke up, all he wanted to do was go home and be comfortable.
So here he is lying in their bed, with the sheets they picked out together. The quirky items they each have on the nightstands are more souvenirs from the trips they've taken on days off. Sara's getting ready for bed in their bathroom. She pokes her head out for a minute while putting a tip on her power flosser (hers is pink, a color, he still finds exotic to associate with her), and asks him a question he doesn't' expect.
"Do you ever think about how you'll die?"
He thinks about how he never wants to say good-bye to the woman he took so long to admit loving. He would want to have as much time as possible.
"I don't know. Most people want to die in their sleep I suppose."