Silent Night
Disclaimer: Yeah, like you would believe it if I said I own CSI ;-), wouldn't mind thought...
Spoilers: No spoilers in particular.
Summary: Grissom and Sara share a night alone at the lab.
Pairing: GSR
A/N: This is the first story I've written I'm actually happy with.. Please tell me what you think about it. Rochelle and Myra, thank you so much for correcting my horrible English (My first language is Dutch)!!
The graveyard shift had experienced several quiet nights recently, but this was ridiculous - not one scene to assign to anyone. Which was rare, especially with the crime-rate around the holidays. Since everybody present -well, almost everybody- had a family to go to, he†decided to let some of them go home. Not all of them would be needed at the lab.
He entered the breakroom and explained the situation. "Someone has to stay here and the rest of you, keep your phones close for the rest of the night please. You never know what might happen." As he walked over to get some coffee he heard Sara offering to stay in, just as he hoped (and expected). Warrick had Tina, Cath would be with Lindsey and her mother, and it was Nick's day off. The three of them thanked Sara for her 'sacrifice', and left promptly, before Grissom could change his mind.
"Thanks for staying Sara, I appreciate it." He knew she didn't look forward to a night of paperwork either, so he added: "You're allowed some time to relax, you don't have to do paperwork all shift. Relax, read, watch some TV - whatever you want. I'm sorry you can't spend Christmas at home."
She looked at him and pursed her lips. "It's okay Griss, but there's no need to worry; I'm sure I'll be fine."
He smiled at her, and went about attempting to send home a stubborn lab tech who refused to cease analyzing a sample, or some such thing.
Sara didn't really know what to expect of the upcoming hours at the lab - except for one or two people at the lab she barely knew, she was going to be alone with Grissom. She was glad that their relationship had improved these past few months, but it wasn't even close to the trust and friendship they once shared. She missed that feeling, and decided to do something about it in order to try to make the best of their evening.
She grabbed her car-keys and jacket, passing Grissoms office on the way out. "I'll be back in thirty minutes!" she called out.
Before any words could pass his lips, she was on her way out. Her plan had been to order the two of them some take-out, and while she waited for the order to be completely, she headed in the direction of the grocery store to acquire a bottle of far-too-sweet, non-alcoholic cider.
Once back at the lab, she washed off a thick layer of dust from two champagne flutes that just happened to be lying around, and made for the area in which Grissom was most likely to be ensconced - his office, behind a veritable mountain of paperwork.
She was, as usual, correct - she stood at the office door, watching him signing, scribbling away on two-dozen forests.
"Busy?" He looked up, pleasantly surprised to see her standing there with a large plastic bag, plates and two glasses in her hands. Oh, how he loved looking at her -her nice brown hair, her smile, her legs, everything about her.
"I just thought we deserve a nice dinner two." When she saw his eyebrow arch (a typical Grissom-esque facial response) she became concerned he would send her away, so she quickly added: "Because of the holidays I mean." She was relieved to see the expression on his face change.
He answered with a smile. "Well, you know I would do anything to escape the tedium of paperwork."
She approached his desk as he made room for the food.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I took a lamb and a chicken dish. I'm sure someone will be happy with the other one tomorrow." She took out the two boxes and her vegetarian meal. "I took the liberty of bringing some gross non-alcoholic liquid refreshment, but hey, it comes with the holidays!"
When this evening started, he thought he would be filling in paperwork the entire shift - now he got the feeling this might be a good night after all.
"Well, you're absolutely right. Is there anything you didn't think of? I'll take the chicken please," he added.
As they shared their meal, it occurred to her that this was easier than she had originally envisaged. Their conversations flowed seamlessly - they talked about all kind of things, even non-work related. It kind of felt like they did this on regular basis. Throughout dinner, all the bad tension that had previously existed between them disappeared, and they even flirted a little, like they had done years ago. They had been sitting there for over two hours when she started to clean the desk. Because of the return of the Grissom she once knew, the Grissom she loved, it became harder every minute not to say stupid things and over-talk. She had to get out of here before she ruined everything with a question to which she already knew the answer.
He'd always supressed his feelings for her, because he was scared of the consequences. In accordance with such behaviour, he had absolutely no idea how their relationship could be like. How would they behave at home, or at work for that matter? The tension between them had been so bad the last couple of months, most of the times it became unpleasant and uncomfortable for the both of them. However, this dinner went well, the tension was gone, and they had talked like this was an every-day happening. Maybe she was right all along, maybe he just had to give it a try.
He assisted her with the take-out boxes, and grabbed the plates to bring them to the breakroom. As she walked in front of him, he couldn't help himself. Her legs, her back, her ass, the way she walked, she was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he'd ever known. He wanted to touch her, feel her skin, kiss her, make love to her. Hell, he couldn't think of anything he didn't want to do with, or to her.
He put the plates in the sink, switching on the hot water. After she'd put the remaining food in the fridge, he sensed her coming towards him. They hadn't shared a word since they left his office, and he was glad for that. She put the glasses in the sink and grabbed a towel. The drying was done within minutes and her hand on his shoulder, when she told him she was going back to work, felt like an electric shock. His whole body reacted to her touch and he couldn't take it any longer. Again, he walked behind her as she walked over to the door. Just before she exited the room he grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him.
They stood there for what seemed like ten minutes, their eyes locked. He bent towards her, feeling the warmth of her lips. He'd waited for this moment so long and he knew she had too, but he didn't want to rush it. He wanted it to be the perfect moment, the perfect kiss. He put his right hand on her cheek, stroking gently with his thumb. She'd placed her left hand on his chest and the other one around his neck, encouraging him to come closer. Their bodies met and the space between their lips was the only space left to bridge. His eyes were still focused on hers, reflecting her desire. He could feel her fingers brushing the sensitive hairs on his neck and he closed the distance between them. The second their lips met it felt like all they needed in the rest of their life was each other. He'd never felt so connected with a woman before. The same time he started the kiss, a sound got them out of the trance and she pulled her head back. It took him a couple of seconds to realize his phone was ringing.
She didn't want the moment to end, but they were the only CSI's present and it could be important. She whispered, "Answer it, you don't know who it could be."
He removed his phone from his pocket and her thoughts were confirmed when she saw 'Brass' on the caller display. He flipped it open and said 'Grissom' into the mouthpiece.
They hadn't separated, so she could hear Jim's voice on the other end. She couldn't hear everything, but enough to know they were wanted at a scene as soon as possible.
She could hear him say her name and Grissom replied, "You don't have to page Sara, I'll find her." He closed his phone. "He's at a B&B near the strip with a DB. I'm sorry." She looked at him and took a step back.
"Don't be, please. You know as well as I it's not your fault. Come on, we have to go."
A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm writing a sequel at the moment, but I think this one can stand alone as well. If you want more juicy GSR moments, please let me know and I will post..