Is Grissom Too Late? (Yeah, well, he certainly took long enough, but who knows?)
Grissom paced outside the door. What was he diong? He should leave before she noticed him! What if he was too late? Would she slam the door in his face? What would he say? She didn't have to put up with her boss standing on her doorstep, confessing his love for her!
But she had to know.
Yes, she had to know.
He moved to the door and gently knocked. Music flowed through the door. It opened to reveal a brown haired man. Grissom's eyes widened and he turned and fled. He was too late. She had moved on. He had lost her for sure now, all because he couldn't make up his mind. Once he finally had, it was too late. ++++++++ "Who was that?" Sara asked as Darren closed the door.
"I think it was your confused entomologist," he smiled.
Sara froze and gaped up at him, she was out the door in a second.
Catching Grissom on the second flight of stairs on the way down, she called out to him, "Grissom!"
He froze, could this become any more embarassing? He spun to face a breathless, red cheeked Sara.
"Sara," he cocked his head, "You can go back to your evening, I'm sorry to interrupt."
"Griss-" Sara moved forward, speechless.
He just looked at her.
"Darren is just a friend. I don't know how to tell you this, but he brought me home from a bar, after I got drunk, talking about you." By that time, Sara was facing the floor, but her head went back up," He didn't take advantage of me like the other guys would have, that's how I knew he was a friend, and gay," She smiled uncomfortably.
Grissom pursed his lips, "Oh."
After an awkward silence, Sara spoke, "So, what did you want."
He took a deep breath.
"Sara...I...um," He looked at her, his eyes filled with fright and hope, "Am I too late?"
The last statement he had whispered so low that she barely heard.
She looked at him, hopefully,"Grissom, you could never be too late, I thought you knew that."
"Oh." He put his hands in his pockets.
"Then, would you like to go to dinner with me?"
Sara smiled, "Yes."
"Okay, I'll pick you up tonight after shift."
"Okay, see you later."
She smiled at him before turning to walk back upstairs.
"So, what's going on?" Darren now sat swiveling in one of the chairs.
"I'm going on a date." Sara smiled as she closed the door.
"With that guy? The famous bug-man-won't-tell-anybody-anything-hide-in-his-office/cave-away-from-the-world?"
"Yep, that one."
"Woo, you're in for it."
"For what?"
Darren looked at the ceiling and whistled. Sara glared at him an he turned back towards her.
"What?" Like everything was fine.
She pursed her lips at him.
"You're so lucky you're my friend."
He laughed at her.
"So, whatcha going to wear."
Sara covered her mouth with her hands, "Oh my God, I haven't even thought about that!"
Later, during shift, a cool professionalism was held as Sara and Grissom worked their different cases.
Although, Sara kept blanking out, causing Greg to yell at her to concentrate every ten minutes or so, until he told her to go look at the victims clothes, which would take the least brain power.
"Jeez, Sara, you remind me of a teenager dreaming about a boy!" Sara distinctly recalled him yelling at her. She had just turned back to the evidence, leaving Greg to speculate.
Grissom, on the other hand, the Master of Masked Feelings, continued like it was a normal day.
If only his stomach didn't feel like his live friends were inside.