A/N: This is a ficlet (my first!) in response to the Cheesy 70s Songs Fan Fiction Contest on GSR Forever Online. Thanks to CSIVegasRocks for the rocking premise! The song I chose is Take A Chance on Me by ABBA. Rated G. Angst/Romance. GSR. Reviews are like icing on the cupcake of life.

MAKE A MOVE

"Are you ever going to make a move, Grissom?" Sara said, exasperated. Grissom just glowered at her.

"I mean, I'm not getting any younger. We've been playing this game for years."

Grissom stared fixedly at the table between them. There was a pause.

The two CSIs were in the garage monitoring an experiment. For once, Sara thought bitterly, he can't get away. Grissom has to take notes.

"Or am I just a pawn in some twisted game of yours?"

"No!" He looked at her. "You...I...," his mouth opened and then snapped shut.

"Oh, it's the goldfish routine," she mocked. "Just say it."

"Say what?"

"How you feel. The truth."

Grissom shook his head.

"Take a chance on me," Sara sang under her breath. "If you need me, let me know, gonna be around. If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down. If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown. Honey I'm still free. Take a chance on me..."

Grissom held his hand out, stopped, then withdrew it. Sara blew out a breath.

Her patience snapped. "Make a damn move already. Decide!"

"It's not that easy," he muttered.

"Yes, Gris, it IS that easy. At the risk of sounding like a teenage girl's father, what are your intentions?"

"My...intentions?" Now he looked gobsmacked.

"With me. To string me along? Drive me insane? Push me away?"

"No!"

"Well, that's what you're doing."

"I'm sorry. I have to think."

"Think," she muttered darkly. "He has to think."

Grissom rested his chin on his hands. His eyes darted all around the table. Never meeting hers.

Sara started singing softly again. "My love is strong enough to last when things are rough. It's magic. You say that I waste my time but I can't get you off my mind. No I can't let go,'cos I love you so..."

His head snapped up. "Do you?"

Sara's head tilted to one side. Her eyebrows knit. "Do I what?"

"Do you..."

"Love you?"

He nodded. Suddenly his chest felt tight.

"Of course I do," Sara said irritably. "Why else would I put up with this crap?"

"Why else..." he murmured. At last, Grissom's hand went out without hesitation and grabbed.

"Check."

"And mate," Sara answered, grinning.

THE END