In Love from SF to LV
LAS VEGAS
Gilbert Grissom is sitting in Professor Williams' office, he knows why the gentleman has called him here, it is time for him to go to San Francisco again for another series of lectures.
There is no way he wants to go now; he is in the middle of one of the most exciting cases he had ever worked on. He has been thinking of a million excuses to get out of it.
The professor comes in and takes his seat; Grissom clears his throat and starts with excuse one and, half an hour later, ends with excuse ten. All the time the older gentleman has not said a word, finally he speaks.
"Those are all good reasons to stay. I have only one for you to go; it is in your contract. If you want to continue to have the use of the lab here at the university then you will go." Grissom stands, takes the envelope from him and leaves. He makes all the necessary changes at the lab and packs.
SAN FRANCISCO
Sara Sidle no more wishes to go to the lectures than Grissom was told by her supervisor that it is part of her continuing education, a necessary part of her promotion. BLAH! BLAH! BLAH!
She is in her dorm room unpacking when her phone rings. She takes the call then hangs up, more positive than before, that she does not want to be here. Now she has been told that she will be the assistant to some entomologist named Dr. Gilbert Grissom. Word on campus is that he is an old man from Vegas and extremely boring. Can life get worse?"
Sara decided to be late; maybe the old man will get mad and ask someone else. She has on a sweat suit and sneakers, her hair up in a pony tail.
She walks in; standing in front of the class is the most handsome man she has ever seen, piercing blue eyes. He looks at her, she flashes him a smile and his heart melts.
"This man cannot possibly be Grissom, can he?" she is thinking to herself. "Hello, I am Grissom. You are?" "Sara Sidle," she says, "I have been told I am to be your assistant." He points to a chair, "We will talk later."
"This is Sara? An angel, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and that smile." he thinks to himself.
After class she hangs around, he comes over to her, takes her hand, and formally introduces himself. Her hand is so soft, her eyes are so lovely, a deep brown. She can't get over the strength in his hand, the blue in his eyes. He is fantastic.
Back in her room she has decided that she has changed her mind, she is glad she had to come. In his hotel room he comes to the same decision.
Grissom had read the report that he got on her from her supervisor, he realizes that not only is she beautiful, she is a dedicated CSI. Top of all her classes and shows a zeal for the work. If he could have made the perfect woman for himself he could not have made one better.
Over the next six weeks, between class and her helping him, they spend a lot of time together. Neither wants to tell the other but they had also fallen in love.
It is the last day of class, Grissom asks her if she would please stay, he needs to talk to her. "Miss Sidle, Sara. I would be honored if you would join me for dinner. I have found this wonderful diner down by the bay, they have the best seafood."
"I would like that," she tells him. He tells her he will call for her at 6pm.
At the diner they eat and talk. He asks someone to take their picture. Sara suggests a walk in the nearby park, he takes her hand, and they walk for a while without saying anything.
He stops, turns to her and looks into her eyes, "Sara," She loves the way he says her name. "I have waited six weeks for a chance to do this." With that said he gently takes her face in his hands and kisses her.
She looks at him, "Why? Why did you wait?" she asks as she returns his kiss, "I have wanted this from the first day."
"As I did also," he tells her, "I just did not think it would be the ..." she cuts him off with another kiss. She looks deep into his eyes, her kiss had asked the question she could not put into words. He lets his kiss answer.
After a stop at the drug store they are in his hotel room.
He wants this to last; he takes her in his arms and kisses her. He slowly undresses her, taking in her beauty. She removes his shirt and he pulls her close to him, the feel of her bare skin arouses him, he has never felt so alive.
He lifts her to the bed.
The next morning they wake up in each others arms.
Sara is the first to break the silence, "I guess you will be leaving soon?" He tells her he will. "So, I guess that means goodbye?" she says with tears in her eyes.
"Goodbye? Never," is his reply. "But?" she says totally confused.
"I love you Sara. This is not something I do on a whim. Vegas is only two hours away by plane, I will find a way to be with you," he tells her as he holds her close.
"Gil, how I wanted to hear those words, I love you too," she tells him.
At the airport he tells her he will call her when he can make it back again. He gives here a copy of the picture that was taken, then he kisses her. His flight is called, Sara starts to tell him goodbye. He stops her, "Goodbye is such a sad word, never say it. I love you." He turns and walks towards his plane. "I love you," she tells him.
SAN FRANCISCO
Sara has been on cloud nine for the last week. Everyone has figured out that she has met someone but she will not say who. They have talked on the phone almost every night. Each time she hears his voice her thoughts go back to their first night together. She has never been so deeply in love with anyone, not that she was a virgin; she had had others, but none like this.
She is at her desk on her computer doing some research on her latest case when the doorbell rings. A delivery man hands her a plant. There is a card attached to it, all it says is ALL MY LOVE, G. On her computer she hears 'YOU'VE GOT MAIL'. It is an e-mail from Grissom ie BUGMAN. He tells her he wanted to get to see her this weekend but got tied up with something at work. Her heart sinks.
LAS VEGAS
Gil is sitting at his computer, a smile comes across his face when he sees he has an e-mail from Sara ie SFBROWNEYES. She understands he cannot make it. Little does she know he has planned a surprise visit, he will be there.
All his co-workers have not been able to figure him out, he has changed. Catherine Willows, the only woman on his team, seems to think he is in love. The others tell her it is only because she is a 'girl' and that is the way all girls think. Grissom is not saying anything.
SAN FRANCISCO (Friday after shift)
Sara is talking to Amy; one of the few friends she has, Sara is mostly a loner and likes it that way.
"He canceled?" Amy says, "You know what that means? It means he was only out for a piece of tail and you will never see him again." Sara tells her she is mistaken, but inside she wonders if it is not true.
On her way out the door a boy from the mailroom stops her and hands her an envelope, the return address just says "G. Las Vegas."
In the car she opens it and finds a note, all the note says is SEX WITHOUT LOVE IS POINTLESS, IT MAKES YOU SAD. TO THE ONE WHO MAKES ME HAPPY.
Also in the envelope is a card key for Room 321 at the White Sands Hotel. Sara does not even go home; she opens the door to the hotel and is totally engulfed in his arms.
"I thought you could not make it," she says between kisses. "I wanted to surprise you," Gil tells her.
The weekend is spent between making love and taking walks on the beach, neither can seem to get enough of the other.
Monday morning Gil is getting ready to leave for the airport, "I will miss you," he tells her. He places something in her hand; it is directions to his house and a key to the front door.
"Just in case you are ever my way," he tells her as he kisses her. He tells her that he has an apartment in town but the house is out in the country, a secluded area when he can find serenity. She smiles, kisses him and says "I love you," as he walks to his rental car to go. "I love you, too," is his reply.
LAS VEGAS
Back at the lab Grissom is thinking that he has to have her with him all the time, he is not sure how he is going to do it, but he is sure he will.
He is deep in thought when a voice snaps him back to reality, "Am I disturbing you," the voice belongs to Conrad Ecklie, his supervisor.
"Not at all," is Grissom's reply, "what is it you need?" "I need you to get your head out of your ass and take care of this." He hands Grissom an assignment. "Take Brown with you." Gil hunts Warrick Brown down and they leave.
"If I could shoot just one person and not get into trouble for it you know who it would be?" Warrick asks Gil. "Let me guess - Ecklie!" Gil says. They both agreed that there are not more than and handful of people who do like him.
"Can you imagine anyone wanting to have sex with him?" Warrick asks. Grissom just shivers, "Please, I just ate." They are both laughing at the thought when they bump into Nick Stokes, the last member of the team. "What's so funny?" he asks. Warrick tells him, "Now that is a mental picture I will have a hard time getting rid of," Nick says as he gets into his car.
Back at the lab Grissom sees a notice on the board, it reads - CONRAD ECKLIE HAS BEEN APPOINTED ASSISTANT TO THE DIRECTOR OF THE FORENSIC LABORATORY, CAPT. JAMES BRASS WILL TAKE OVER HIS DUTIES AS NIGHT SHIFT SUPERVISOR. Warrick shakes his head, "I am not sure which one if worse, Brass or Ecklie."
Grissom and Sara have been seeing each other for six months; they both want to be together but are having trouble finding a way.
SAN FRANCISCO
Amy keeps questioning Sara as to the name of her new found love, but she is not giving in. The others at the lab think she is making it up.
Sara walks into her supervisor's office, "I have a lot of vacation time on the books, and I want a week." "You can have your week in two weeks," Miller said, "I have Jones off now and he will be back then."
Sara thanks him and leaves to handle her case; she has a body dump off the highway. Later that night at her apartment she fires up her computer and sends a e-mail:- BUGMAN - IN TWO WEEKS I WILL HAVE A WEEK OFF. WANT TO COME AND SEE YOU. I LOVE YOU - SFBROWNEYES. She sends it off then checks her mail; afterwards she gets a bite to eat and settles down with a good book.
LAS VEGAS
Grissom is doing some research when his computer tells him he has mail. He is excited to find it is from Sara. He reads it then sends his reply - SFBROWNEYES - WILL BE COUNTING THE DAYS. YOU HAVE MY KEY AND DIRECTIONS. I WILL BE THERE TO SEE YOU AT THE WEEKEND. I LOVE YOU - BUGMAN.
Gil smiles at the thought of being close to her again. He has been thinking of a way for them to be together. Right now he knows they can't, his lab has a policy against co-workers being romantically involved, but he also knows that they are trying to get rid of that policy.
He is planning what they will do the week she is there, besides the obvious. Later at work he goes to Brass and tells him he wants a week off, he gets the same time as Sara has. At home he sends her another e-mail telling her he has that week also.
SAN FRANCISCO
Sara reads her e-mail; she takes a deep breath, a whole week with him. She is excited. That weekend she gets a phone call, it is Gil. He tells her he is at the Silver Sands again. It takes her no time to be in his arms.
"I have missed you so," she tells him. "I have missed you too," he tells her as he kisses her. They spend the weekend together as they have many others. Monday morning Gil leaves, "The airline is going to get rich," he tells her holding her and smiling. "I will be counting the days," she tells him. He leaves and she cries, just like she always does. Her heart breaks each time he leaves her.
LAS VEGAS
Sara's plane lands, it has only been two weeks since she saw him last but, to her, it feels like an eternity. She rents a car and follows his directions.
His house is beautiful; she loves the wrap around porch. Not seeing any other car in the drive she looks for her key. Opening the door she finds herself face to face with Hank, Grissom's dog.
The dog looks at her, walks up to her and sniffs her, then turns away. Sara smiles at the dog, and then she walks around the house. She finds the bedroom and set her case down.
"Just where I want you," Gil says as he comes behind her and wraps his arms around her. She turns to him, "I can't think of a better way to start off our week."
Later she is lying cuddled in his arms, Hank jumps on the bed and Gil shoos him off, "He is not used to me having anyone in my bed," he tells her.
"I hope not!" she says smiling. "I want to do something special this week," he tells her. "Was that not special enough?" she says as she kisses him.
"THAT was fantastic, as always," he tells her, "but I meant something else. I know this place; it is called the MOONLIGHT RANCH. They have horses and camping. It will be nothing but you, me and the great outdoors."
"That sounds so romantic," she says. He packs a few things and she gets her case, two hours later they are at their private campsite. Gil had already stocked it with all the supplies they will need.
"Let's take a swim," she tells him. "I forgot to pack my trunks," he said. "Who needs them," she says as she strips and jumps in the water. Gil just laughs and joins her.
Out of the water she wraps a towel around herself. Gil has already dried and slipped his shorts on. He starts a campfire and makes dinner.
Later that night they are laying on the ground looking at the stars, "If I had designed heaven, this is what it would be like," Gil tells her.
They spend the week swimming, boating, horseback riding and making love.
The week passes all to quickly, back at his house Sara loads her things in her rental car. Gil takes her in his arms, "I will miss you." Sara smiles at him, "I miss you already, I love you."