Author: EyerishEyes
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Disclaimer: Not mine no matter how much I wish they were.
Rating: PG-13 (for sexual suggestions)
Category: Humor/General
Summary: Grissom and Sara and an airport
Author's note: This is just the first chapter to the newest challenge on Playing with Fire. It lended itself so well to this weeks Unbound Challenge that I figured I could combine the two. I know that it is over the 1,000 words but hopefully you will all take pity on me and let it slide. I knew you would. Hope you all enjoy. And before I forget, my last story "Feels Like I've Swallowed A Watermelon" was betad by Ashe and Anne. Forgot to thank them. Thanks you two for giving me the confidence to continue with writing.
Across the Pond
Sara read her journal, ignoring the pouting figure seated opposite her.
An hour into the flight to London, Sara had witnessed Chanda French scold her five year old son, Skylar. Now, during a layover in New York City, Skylar was seated in a chair opposite Sara, swinging his legs, pouting for all he was worth.
She had pretended to ignore him, but he looked so pathetic. His upper lip was pulled back into his lower teeth and his eyebrows were furrowed into a tight line. Every few minutes, a loud audible sigh would issue from his lips and he would look over at Sara to see if she was watching.
She learned to watch. If she didn't, another sigh would follow, louder than the first.
Mom had finally told him to stop pouting, threatening to make him stay right there while everyone else went on to London. After the fifth time, Sara stopped pretending to ignore them and pulled out her journal.
One that Grissom had graciously offered to loan her, especially for the trip.
"Applied Psycodynamics in Forensics Science"
She was enjoying the article, immensely, thinking about how she could get her traveling companion into doing an experiment on the trip. Still, she wondered if Grissom was in his "let's be friendly and flirt mode" or his "I have feelings for you, but I'm scared to do anything about them so I'll push you away mode." If it was the second one, she might as well just leave well enough alone and read the entire trip. But, she could hope he was in the first one, the flirting one.
Although it was his case, he had volunteered her when it looked like their suspect had absconded to London. Devon McAllister was quite possibly Las Vegas' biggest Anglophile. She had been stunned by the sheer number of Union Jacks the team had found when they processed his tiny one-bedroom apartment. That was where they had found the memo that hinted to the possibility that McAllister had tickets to Wimbledon. And so here she sat, waiting to board a jet heading to London.
She was smiling as she felt Grissom slide into the seat next to her.
"Good article?" he said in a soft, sultry voice.
He was in the first mode, the "let's be friendly and flirt." Yeah!
"Oh, I don't know, I might need to experiment and test the theories myself."
"If memory serves me right, you already did that. Remember?"
"Oh yeah, that, thing is, results may vary. Isn't that why you should always do the tests more than once?"
"Not if all of the variables are the same. Are your variables different this time, Sara?" he asked with a straight face.
"Different variables, different results. And I would say that the variables this time are of a much higher quality than the last ones. Much, much higher quality."
"Well, that's good. Let me know the results when you get them, will you. I may want to write a paper on it." Grissom deadpanned.
Sara's mouth opened to say something, but her vocal cords were frozen. What had he just said? Surely he was joking. She continued to stare at him, waiting for him to say something.
Grissom just looked at her and then he cocked his head, grinned that gorgeous half grin, half smirk of his and winked.
"Oh you," Sara said as she playfully punched his arm. "Just for that, no experiments."
Now it was Grissom's turn to be the pouting one.
Sara gave it a minute, decided that she had made him suffer enough and then flashed the smile that he loved so well. "Okay, just one, but only if you behave."
Grissom sat back in the airport chair, a look of smug satisfaction on his face.
Sara turned to look at him, "So, tell me why you're hauling me halfway around the world to look for a suspect when we could have gotten Scotland Yard to find him for us?"
"I needed the help, it's our case and after we find McAllister, we can take a mini vacation," he ticked the reasons off on his fingers.
"A mini vacation, us? Who said I wanted a vacation?"
"I didn't say you wanted one. I said that we could take one."
"And just why do you think I would want to take one with you?" Sara questioned, even though her heart was doing somersaults.
"My superior charm and outstanding intellect. Not to mention, you find me irresistible."
"Talk about an over inflated ego. I'll give you the outstanding intellect, and we'll say decent looking, but I wouldn't go as far as superior charm."
"Ow, you wound me."
"Shakespeare?"
"Naw, Grissom. I hear he is highly quoted among science geeks."
At that, Sara could not contain her laughter any longer and threw her head back in a belly laugh that made her cry. "Don't make me laugh. I just drank a liter of water and if you make me laugh too much, I might just wet my pants."
"At least it would give me an excuse to get you out of them."
"Like you ever needed one. You just had to ask," she retorted.
"Remind me about that after this case."
"I never said I was going to go on vacation after this is over. Did I?"
"No," Grissom looked crestfallen.
"Okay, don't start pouting again. It doesn't become you. Besides, you're making a bad impression on Skylar over there. And before you ask, I learned his name from his mother, who began saying it about every two seconds since we left Vegas."
"I stop if you agree to go on vacation. You need to take some time off."
She knew that, but she wasn't going to let him dictate what she did. "I will if you agree to one thing. I go to London, help you on this case and then go on vacation if you do something for me."
"Anything"
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Okay, while on vacation, I get to pick the tourist spots we go to and the first one is Madame Tassaud's Wax Museum. I want a picture of me next to Sean Connery. Might be the only time I ever get close to that butt of his."
"You're kidding me, right."
"Next time, you might want to find out what you're agreeing to before you say 'Anything'"
"Okay, I give. But, Sean Connery?
"I love men in beards." At that, a voice over the airport intercom announced that their flight was boarding. Sara gathered her bag, looked at Grissom and smiled. That was easier than Sara thought it would be.
TBC
.
Author's note: This is just the first chapter to the newest challenge on Playing with Fire. It lended itself so well to this weeks Unbound Challenge that I figured I could combine the two. I know that it is over the 1,000 words but hopefully you will all take pity on me and let it slide. I knew you would. Hope you all enjoy. And before I forget, my last story "Feels Like I've Swallowed A Watermelon" was betad by Ashe and Anne. Forgot to thank them. Thanks you two for giving me the confidence to continue with writing.
Across the Pond
Sara read her journal, ignoring the pouting figure seated opposite her.
An hour into the flight to London, Sara had witnessed Chanda French scold her five year old son, Skylar. Now, during a layover in New York City, Skylar was seated in a chair opposite Sara, swinging his legs, pouting for all he was worth.
She had pretended to ignore him, but he looked so pathetic. His upper lip was pulled back into his lower teeth and his eyebrows were furrowed into a tight line. Every few minutes, a loud audible sigh would issue from his lips and he would look over at Sara to see if she was watching.
She learned to watch. If she didn't, another sigh would follow, louder than the first.
Mom had finally told him to stop pouting, threatening to make him stay right there while everyone else went on to London. After the fifth time, Sara stopped pretending to ignore them and pulled out her journal.
One that Grissom had graciously offered to loan her, especially for the trip.
"Applied Psycodynamics in Forensics Science"
She was enjoying the article, immensely, thinking about how she could get her traveling companion into doing an experiment on the trip. Still, she wondered if Grissom was in his "let's be friendly and flirt mode" or his "I have feelings for you, but I'm scared to do anything about them so I'll push you away mode." If it was the second one, she might as well just leave well enough alone and read the entire trip. But, she could hope he was in the first one, the flirting one.
Although it was his case, he had volunteered her when it looked like their suspect had absconded to London. Devon McAllister was quite possibly Las Vegas' biggest Anglophile. She had been stunned by the sheer number of Union Jacks the team had found when they processed his tiny one-bedroom apartment. That was where they had found the memo that hinted to the possibility that McAllister had tickets to Wimbledon. And so here she sat, waiting to board a jet heading to London.
She was smiling as she felt Grissom slide into the seat next to her.
"Good article?" he said in a soft, sultry voice.
He was in the first mode, the "let's be friendly and flirt." Yeah!
"Oh, I don't know, I might need to experiment and test the theories myself."
"If memory serves me right, you already did that. Remember?"
"Oh yeah, that, thing is, results may vary. Isn't that why you should always do the tests more than once?"
"Not if all of the variables are the same. Are your variables different this time, Sara?" he asked with a straight face.
"Different variables, different results. And I would say that the variables this time are of a much higher quality than the last ones. Much, much higher quality."
"Well, that's good. Let me know the results when you get them, will you. I may want to write a paper on it." Grissom deadpanned.
Sara's mouth opened to say something, but her vocal cords were frozen. What had he just said? Surely he was joking. She continued to stare at him, waiting for him to say something.
Grissom just looked at her and then he cocked his head, grinned that gorgeous half grin, half smirk of his and winked.
"Oh you," Sara said as she playfully punched his arm. "Just for that, no experiments."
Now it was Grissom's turn to be the pouting one.
Sara gave it a minute, decided that she had made him suffer enough and then flashed the smile that he loved so well. "Okay, just one, but only if you behave."
Grissom sat back in the airport chair, a look of smug satisfaction on his face.
Sara turned to look at him, "So, tell me why you're hauling me halfway around the world to look for a suspect when we could have gotten Scotland Yard to find him for us?"
"I needed the help, it's our case and after we find McAllister, we can take a mini vacation," he ticked the reasons off on his fingers.
"A mini vacation, us? Who said I wanted a vacation?"
"I didn't say you wanted one. I said that we could take one."
"And just why do you think I would want to take one with you?" Sara questioned, even though her heart was doing somersaults.
"My superior charm and outstanding intellect. Not to mention, you find me irresistible."
"Talk about an over inflated ego. I'll give you the outstanding intellect, and we'll say decent looking, but I wouldn't go as far as superior charm."
"Ow, you wound me."
"Shakespeare?"
"Naw, Grissom. I hear he is highly quoted among science geeks."
At that, Sara could not contain her laughter any longer and threw her head back in a belly laugh that made her cry. "Don't make me laugh. I just drank a liter of water and if you make me laugh too much, I might just wet my pants."
"At least it would give me an excuse to get you out of them."
"Like you ever needed one. You just had to ask," she retorted.
"Remind me about that after this case."
"I never said I was going to go on vacation after this is over. Did I?"
"No," Grissom looked crestfallen.
"Okay, don't start pouting again. It doesn't become you. Besides, you're making a bad impression on Skylar over there. And before you ask, I learned his name from his mother, who began saying it about every two seconds since we left Vegas."
"I stop if you agree to go on vacation. You need to take some time off."
She knew that, but she wasn't going to let him dictate what she did. "I will if you agree to one thing. I go to London, help you on this case and then go on vacation if you do something for me."
"Anything"
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Okay, while on vacation, I get to pick the tourist spots we go to and the first one is Madame Tassaud's Wax Museum. I want a picture of me next to Sean Connery. Might be the only time I ever get close to that butt of his."
"You're kidding me, right."
"Next time, you might want to find out what you're agreeing to before you say 'Anything'"
"Okay, I give. But, Sean Connery?
"I love men in beards." At that, a voice over the airport intercom announced that their flight was boarding. Sara gathered her bag, looked at Grissom and smiled. That was easier than Sara thought it would be.
TBC
.