Title: One Hot Fire
Summary: Sara and Grissom finally realize their feelings for each other.
Pairings: G/S
Spoilers: A little bit of PWF, but when I wrote this. I hadn't seen the episode.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Note: This story was my first attempt of writing fan fic, ever. It's also my first CSI fan fic. I wrote it awhile ago and decided now to put it on here. It may not make sense. R&R, please no flames!
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Sitting in his chair with his knee prompted up on his right leg. Grissom was thinking about his latest case. A case with Sara and him are working on. A case of a little girl who got murdered. Something caught his eye when he was staring at the floor. He saw Sara standing there with her arms folded and her shoulder to the door frame. A smile on her face.
"Yes?" Grissom asked, irritated.
Looking at him, Sara blushed because she had disturbed him.
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to go over the case." She said with a little sweetness in it.
"Not right now, I am still thinking about it, come back later." Grissom replied back.
Turning to leave, she stared at him and then smiled.
"I think I am going to see what Greg is up to, he's always happy to see me." Sara said quietly. She turned and walked out the door. Her footsteps echoing behind her.
He knew that he had hurt her feelings. Behind that fake smile was a frown. He shrugged the matter aside. He went back to thinking about the case of the girl. He made a list of things that the suspect was doing. He wrote down on the pad of paper on his desk, the murder had a rope, to hang her with. There were a knife on the ground, maybe he use that to cut her down and place her body in the pond, he thought as he wrote. He put the pen down, and locked his hands behind his head while leaning back in his chair.
He heard a noise that kept repeating itself. Screaming was coming every which way. Realizing what it was. He jerked his head to the right and bolted straight up. There was a fire in one of the labs. He walked fast to the lab. He saw Sara and Greg on the floor with blood on their faces. There were other people, with cuts and bruises. Sara was the most injured one. He was doing something that he thought he would never do. He bend down and picked up Sara off from the floor, leaving Greg where he was.
Coming down the highway, were the ambulances. Laying her on the grass, away from the fire. He put his fingers on her neck, to check to see if she was breathing. With a sigh of relief, she was alive but unconscious. The ambulances were now parked in the parking lot. On a stretcher, he saw Sara lie there, not moving. He just stood there, thinking about her. The ambulance that Sara was in, was half way down the highway, Grissom turned and went into the building.
Somebody was calling after him. "Mr. Grissom, Mr. Grissom, Grissom!" She shouted out. He turned to see who was hollering at him. She looked familiar. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. She walking towards him and said "You shouldn't be here, you need to go outside and stay there." Without a second glance, he walked away from her. He needed to know if Greg was all right. Below, to his feet, was Greg still in the same position he was when he picked up Sara. Bending down, he check to see if he was breathing. He wasn't breathing. Grissom whole body froze.
"Somebody needs to get over here now, this man is not breathing!" Grissom screamed. He saw one of the paramedics run right at him. "Take care of him." He said firmly to the paramedic.
Grissom hurried to his car. He was going to the hospital, he was going to see Sara.
Grissom's car was in the parking lot of Sunnyside Memorial Hospital. He asked the lady at the desk what room Sara was in. She replied, room 201. Rushing to the elevator, he pushed the up button. A strange feeling crept over Grissom, he was feeling tingly inside, he was feeling happy. For the first time in his life, he wanted to see her. With a smirk across his face, he entered Sara's room. To his surprise Sara was sitting straight up, staring at the door. When she saw him standing there, her face lit up.
He whispered. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
She smiled at him. "Yes, I'm okay, just a couple of bruises, and a cut that needed stitches."
He smiled at her pretty face. He notice that she had brown eyes. They were looking at him, up and down.
"I am glad your okay, Greg wasn't breathing when I checked his pulse."
Sara stared at him, in shocked.
In a voice that he wasn't familiar with, she sounded like she was going to breakdown. "I am sure he is okay now." She manage to smile.
Her wide brown eyes open, thinking of something that scared her.
"Grissom,"
"Yes?" Waiting for her to continue.
"Did you think I was going to die?"
He stood there, not moving. Wanting to hug her, but couldn't. He didn't know how.
Waiting for him to reply, she closes her eyes.
With a long pause, he finally said. "No, your very brave when it comes to these kind of things."
Her eyes suddenly snapped open, and then she smiled.
"Thank you." She whispered.
He just smiled at her.
"Now," A giggle came from her lips. "What about going over the case?"
Chuckling, Grissom pulled up the chair to her bed. Pulled out a pad of paper and a pen from his coat. He prompted up his knee on his right leg. Looked straight at Sara, who was still laughing.
"Ready?" The laughter continue.
"What are you laughing at?" He asked.
"You." she smiled.
He shook his head and smirked. He looked down at the pad and saw what he had wrote earlier.
Sara was still laughing, somebody must of gave her laughing gas before he came in.
He looked at her.
"I'm sorry!" She clamped her hand over her mouth and stifled a laugh.
He smiled at her. "It's okay." He looked down at his pad and said out loud to her.
"The murder had a rope, to hang her with. There were a piece of hair in the rope, it belongs to the victim. There was a knife on the ground, I asked Greg to find print to the knife and the rope. He said he got a match. He also said that the killer is a woman."
The laughter that came suddenly from her, vanish. She looked at him with seriousness this time.
"I already knew that." She pointed out.
He looked at her.
She looked at him as if he remembered something.
"Sara, I know who our killer is!" He talk about how a woman stopped him this afternoon. She fitted the description. "It's just we could never find her. She was always moving around. She must of done something to cause the fire, too."
"What's her name," She asked.
"Julia Smith."
"That's Megan's mother!" She exclaimed.
"Megan Smith."
"She killed her own daughter, but why?" He asked her.
"I don't know why. All I know is that she killed her."
Grissom took out his cellphone and called Brass.
"This is Grissom, arrest a woman name Julia Smith."
With that done, he hung up the phone.
"Nice work, Sara." He said, smiling.
"Thank you, Grissom."
"Get some rest now." He said as he was getting up.
"I will."
Grissom started walking out the door, and when he went to turn around to say something to her, she was already fast asleep.
Summary: Sara and Grissom finally realize their feelings for each other.
Pairings: G/S
Spoilers: A little bit of PWF, but when I wrote this. I hadn't seen the episode.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.
Note: This story was my first attempt of writing fan fic, ever. It's also my first CSI fan fic. I wrote it awhile ago and decided now to put it on here. It may not make sense. R&R, please no flames!
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Sitting in his chair with his knee prompted up on his right leg. Grissom was thinking about his latest case. A case with Sara and him are working on. A case of a little girl who got murdered. Something caught his eye when he was staring at the floor. He saw Sara standing there with her arms folded and her shoulder to the door frame. A smile on her face.
"Yes?" Grissom asked, irritated.
Looking at him, Sara blushed because she had disturbed him.
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to go over the case." She said with a little sweetness in it.
"Not right now, I am still thinking about it, come back later." Grissom replied back.
Turning to leave, she stared at him and then smiled.
"I think I am going to see what Greg is up to, he's always happy to see me." Sara said quietly. She turned and walked out the door. Her footsteps echoing behind her.
He knew that he had hurt her feelings. Behind that fake smile was a frown. He shrugged the matter aside. He went back to thinking about the case of the girl. He made a list of things that the suspect was doing. He wrote down on the pad of paper on his desk, the murder had a rope, to hang her with. There were a knife on the ground, maybe he use that to cut her down and place her body in the pond, he thought as he wrote. He put the pen down, and locked his hands behind his head while leaning back in his chair.
He heard a noise that kept repeating itself. Screaming was coming every which way. Realizing what it was. He jerked his head to the right and bolted straight up. There was a fire in one of the labs. He walked fast to the lab. He saw Sara and Greg on the floor with blood on their faces. There were other people, with cuts and bruises. Sara was the most injured one. He was doing something that he thought he would never do. He bend down and picked up Sara off from the floor, leaving Greg where he was.
Coming down the highway, were the ambulances. Laying her on the grass, away from the fire. He put his fingers on her neck, to check to see if she was breathing. With a sigh of relief, she was alive but unconscious. The ambulances were now parked in the parking lot. On a stretcher, he saw Sara lie there, not moving. He just stood there, thinking about her. The ambulance that Sara was in, was half way down the highway, Grissom turned and went into the building.
Somebody was calling after him. "Mr. Grissom, Mr. Grissom, Grissom!" She shouted out. He turned to see who was hollering at him. She looked familiar. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. She walking towards him and said "You shouldn't be here, you need to go outside and stay there." Without a second glance, he walked away from her. He needed to know if Greg was all right. Below, to his feet, was Greg still in the same position he was when he picked up Sara. Bending down, he check to see if he was breathing. He wasn't breathing. Grissom whole body froze.
"Somebody needs to get over here now, this man is not breathing!" Grissom screamed. He saw one of the paramedics run right at him. "Take care of him." He said firmly to the paramedic.
Grissom hurried to his car. He was going to the hospital, he was going to see Sara.
Grissom's car was in the parking lot of Sunnyside Memorial Hospital. He asked the lady at the desk what room Sara was in. She replied, room 201. Rushing to the elevator, he pushed the up button. A strange feeling crept over Grissom, he was feeling tingly inside, he was feeling happy. For the first time in his life, he wanted to see her. With a smirk across his face, he entered Sara's room. To his surprise Sara was sitting straight up, staring at the door. When she saw him standing there, her face lit up.
He whispered. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
She smiled at him. "Yes, I'm okay, just a couple of bruises, and a cut that needed stitches."
He smiled at her pretty face. He notice that she had brown eyes. They were looking at him, up and down.
"I am glad your okay, Greg wasn't breathing when I checked his pulse."
Sara stared at him, in shocked.
In a voice that he wasn't familiar with, she sounded like she was going to breakdown. "I am sure he is okay now." She manage to smile.
Her wide brown eyes open, thinking of something that scared her.
"Grissom,"
"Yes?" Waiting for her to continue.
"Did you think I was going to die?"
He stood there, not moving. Wanting to hug her, but couldn't. He didn't know how.
Waiting for him to reply, she closes her eyes.
With a long pause, he finally said. "No, your very brave when it comes to these kind of things."
Her eyes suddenly snapped open, and then she smiled.
"Thank you." She whispered.
He just smiled at her.
"Now," A giggle came from her lips. "What about going over the case?"
Chuckling, Grissom pulled up the chair to her bed. Pulled out a pad of paper and a pen from his coat. He prompted up his knee on his right leg. Looked straight at Sara, who was still laughing.
"Ready?" The laughter continue.
"What are you laughing at?" He asked.
"You." she smiled.
He shook his head and smirked. He looked down at the pad and saw what he had wrote earlier.
Sara was still laughing, somebody must of gave her laughing gas before he came in.
He looked at her.
"I'm sorry!" She clamped her hand over her mouth and stifled a laugh.
He smiled at her. "It's okay." He looked down at his pad and said out loud to her.
"The murder had a rope, to hang her with. There were a piece of hair in the rope, it belongs to the victim. There was a knife on the ground, I asked Greg to find print to the knife and the rope. He said he got a match. He also said that the killer is a woman."
The laughter that came suddenly from her, vanish. She looked at him with seriousness this time.
"I already knew that." She pointed out.
He looked at her.
She looked at him as if he remembered something.
"Sara, I know who our killer is!" He talk about how a woman stopped him this afternoon. She fitted the description. "It's just we could never find her. She was always moving around. She must of done something to cause the fire, too."
"What's her name," She asked.
"Julia Smith."
"That's Megan's mother!" She exclaimed.
"Megan Smith."
"She killed her own daughter, but why?" He asked her.
"I don't know why. All I know is that she killed her."
Grissom took out his cellphone and called Brass.
"This is Grissom, arrest a woman name Julia Smith."
With that done, he hung up the phone.
"Nice work, Sara." He said, smiling.
"Thank you, Grissom."
"Get some rest now." He said as he was getting up.
"I will."
Grissom started walking out the door, and when he went to turn around to say something to her, she was already fast asleep.
