SO here is my second fan fic! My first contained mainly smut (which I absolutely love in a fic btw!) but I thought I'd have a go at writing a story this time. Have a few ideas floating in my head about where its going, but this may change depends on the direction it leads me. Been watching the entire CSI series again and I forgot how much I adore Grissom. Not to mention I still have the biggest older man crush on him! =) this story does not follow CSI storylines, only exception being how it opens after Sara broke up with Hank. Please read, review and tell me what you think so far.


Sara sat at the bar drowning her sorrows on her night off. The break up with Hank hit her hard. The hardest part was that she actually liked him, and now she felt a heavy weight on her shoulders, and in her heart. How could he cheat on her with another woman? OR was she the other woman? What did it matter now? They were over. Sara called the bartender to pour her another shot. Each one was making her feel just that bit better. The bartender came over, filling her glass.

"Rough night?"

Sara put her elbow on to the bar, resting her head upon her hand and looked up at him.

"Something like that, yeah".

Sara grabbed the shot and downed it quickly, the strength and sharpness of it making her face screw up slightly, but it felt warm sliding down the back of her throat. She pointed at her glass, indicating another, and then another, and another, each one being thrown straight down her throat. This time, as she placed the glass back down, a man slid on to the stool next to her, a drink in his hand. Sara leaned upright on her stool, turning to look at him. He gave her his best charming smile, but Sara didn't show him any emotion as she turned back to look at her glass on the bar, twirling it around. Her head began to feel woozy and she was feeling a little merry, but right now she didn't want any attention from someone of the opposite sex. The man shuffled closer slightly, obviously not taking the hint.

"Now I know someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be here on your own. No boyfriend with you?"

Sara scoffed.

"Nope... not anymore."

The man smiled, thinking his luck was in.

"Well, his loss".

Sara flicked her head in his direction.

"His loss is your gain right? Sure you'll gain someone who you'll rarely see at night, who spends all her time around dead bodies, and often comes home smelling of death".

The man almost choked on his drink as he spluttered. He looked at her a little horrified.

"So when do you want to take me out?".

The guy put his drink down and slid off the stool. He cleared his throat, and took a step backward.

"Ummm, I..."

"I thought so. Bye!"

Sara turned back to her empty glass as the man made a quick exit. She laughed to herself and ordered another few drinks. Her head was now starting to spin, and everything seemed a little brighter. All her thoughts of Hank were gone, and her mind filled with the music in the bar. As the tempo quickened on the music, Sara jumped off her stool and sauntered over to the dance floor, squeezing in among the crowd there, and throwing some shapes whilst swinging her hips around in time to the beat. A male who was dancing beside her started edge his way towards her. Sara carried on, oblivious to his attempt to get closer to her until she felt him grinding up against her from behind. Sara jumped at the unexpected contact and swung around, frowning at him and pushed him back a little, not liking his invasion of her space. The man glared at her and took a step towards her, not impressed at being shoved. It looked like he was about to shout at her until another male stepped in between him and Sara. Sara was looking at the back of his head, and tilted her head to the side, convincing herself she recognised who it was. Only one man she knew had those salt and pepper curls in his hair.

"Is there a problem here?"

The man folded his arms, looking the other up and down. He sniggered.

"Who are you? Her boyfriend?"

"Actually I'm her boss!"

Grissom raised his hands between them as a barrier, looking apologetic.

"Excuse her behaviour, I think she's had a little too much."

The man looked over Grissom's shoulder at Sara, and then back to Grissom. He took a couple of steps back, and then turned around mumbling under his breath as he slowly walked away. He glanced back around, fixing his eyes on Sara and gave her an intense stare, narrowing his eyes as he did, then continued to leave the bar. Grissom watched him, feeling a little uneasy about the look he gave Sara, then turned around. His thoughts were distracted as Sara beamed at him, but boy was he giving her an intense disapproving look.

"Gil! My knight in shining armour!"

Sara threw her arms around his neck giving him a hug, squeezing him. Grissom moved her back by her shoulders and bent down slightly, leaning in closer to her so she could hear him over the music.

"Sara what are you doing here? Where Hank?"

Grissom knew Sara wouldn't normally come to a bar on her own since she'd been dating Hank. Sara scoffed again at the mention of his name.

"Pfft! Hank? Lets not talk about him. Why don't you join me for a drink?".

Sara took a few steps backwards, attempting to move back towards the bar but she stumbled. Grissom grabbed her arm again, supporting her.

"I think you've had enough."

Sara yanked her arm out of his grip, getting a little worked up at being told what to do. As she pulled her arm away the force carried her backwards, and Grissom didn't have time to catch her. Sara fell and knocked her head on one of the tables nearby. Grissom quickly bent to her side, checking that she was ok. A small lump started to form on the side of her head almost instantly. Grissom gently took her hands.

"Come on Sara, let's get you home".

Despite not feeling much pain from the impact, Sara had knocked the fun out of herself. She nodded at Grissom, agreeing to leave. Grissom pulled her to her feet. Before moving Grissom paid her bar tab, then placed one of his arms around her shoulders, and the other on her forearm, supporting Sara as he led her outside towards his vehicle. He assisted her in climbing into the passenger seat, and moved to the other side, getting into the driver's seat. Grissom started up the engine, and then turned to face Sara.

"I'll drop you off and then..."

Sara interrupted him before he could continue.

"Grissom, I don't want to go back to an empty house".

A look of concern spread across Grissom's face.

"I thought Hank..."

Sara interrupted again.

"Hank won't be spending the night again. Ever... I don't want to be alone, not tonight".

Sara's eyes dropped from Grissom's, into her lap, looking down at her hands as they clasped together. She glanced back up at him. Grissom knew it would be inappropriate for her to stay with him. But he couldn't resist those big brown eyes staring back at him. They had always put their faith and trust in each other, and now Sara needed a friend. Considering she was also at risk of a concussion, Grissom decided someone needed to keep an eye on her, just for tonight. Grissom exhaled deeply, and turned his eyes to the road. He put the car into gear and left the parking lot, heading home.

They pulled into the driveway, and Grissom shut off the engine. He got out of his side of the car, and then helped Sara out escorting her into his front door. Upon entering, Grissom turned on the hallway light. He lead Sara into the front room, the hallway light casting just enough shine to see two couches. Gil sat Sara down and disappeared down the hallway. Sara couldn't sit still, her body being influenced by the alcohol. Grissom came back into the room, a large glass of water clutched in his hand. He held it out in his hand towards Sara and looked at it.

"Drink this, it will make you feel better for the morning".

Sara slowly took the glass from his hand and looked down at it. She wasn't impressed with it. She'd much prefer to have been given another alcoholic beverage. Grissom watched her and she could feel his eyes staring into her. She knew he wasn't going to let her not drink it. Sara brought the drink to her lips and attempted to take a couple of gulps from it. Being intoxicated, she completely missed her mouth and spilt the liquid down her, soaking through her top as well as the bottom half of her jeans. She started giggling, as Grissom sighed and took the glass away from her.

"Lets just get you to bed".

Grissom took her hands, encouraging Sara to get to her feet. He placed her arm over his neck draped across his shoulders, then placed his own arm under hers and rested it around her back as he walked her over to the stairs. Slowly they worked their way up the steps, Sara giggling the whole way about the situation. As they reached the top step, she misplaced her footing, slipping off the edge and tumbled forwards, dragging Grissom down with her. Fortunately she didn't hurt herself, but she burst out laughing. Grissom couldn't help but smile at her laughter as he shook his head, and lifted her back to standing. He guided her into the guest room and sat her down on the edge of the bed then proceeded to leave the room. After a few moments, he returned and lay one of his shirts next to her.

"You cant sleep in those wet clothes, so you can wear that for tonight."

Sara cocked her head, smirking at him.

"Gil Grissom, are you trying to get me naked?"

Grissom glanced to the floor, awkwardly placing his hands into his trouser pockets as he did. Sara giggled again.

"Just... get some sleep Sara".

Grissom spun on his heels and left the room leaving Sara to get changed. She did exactly that, taking far longer then necessary in her required state to button the shirt he gave her. It came just below her bottom, but it was large on top. She then slid under the covers and closed her eyes, taking only seconds to drift off to sleep. Meanwhile across the hallway, Grissom changed into a pair of red and green plaid pyjama's, then sat on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his forehead, thinking to himself. Why did her relationship with Hank end? Sara must have been hurting pretty bad for her to go out and take no precautions over her actions. Part of him wanted to tell her off for being so irresponsible, and the other part wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be ok. Grissom sighed, then climbed under his covers, pulling them up tightly around his neck. Slowly he fell asleep.


So that's it for part one. Please leave a review if your willing and I'm always open to ideas about the direction of stories, so please send me anything you may like to see to my inbox or leave a comment in the review section.