You're The Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me
Chapter 1
Author's note: I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!
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"He's on a date."
"Are you sure we are talking about the same Gil Grissom?" Catherine asked.
"I'm sure he has a life, Cath," Greg said, his eyes twinkling as if he was telling a joke.
They all knew that Grissom was not the life of the party, but Catherine knew that many women found him to be handsome. Hell, just those intense blue eyes were enough to sweep several women off their feet, and that was just at the office. Terri, Sophia, Sara – they all seemed to be attracted to the older supervisor. But his lack of social skills prevented him from seeing the beautiful, smart, women who would love to spend a moment with him outside the office.
But who actually got his attention?
"It must be serious because he doesn't usually turn his phone off," Catherine replied.
"Do you think he's in a serious relationship and we didn't notice?" asked Nick.
"Nah, man, we'd know," answered Warrick.
"Well, we don't have time to debate this right now, we have 5 crime scenes and 4 CSIs," Catherine declared.
"Well, we can call Sara, she's always looking for ways to fill her time off!" Greg suggested.
"Yeah, go ahead and give her a call. I'll call Ecklie and see if he can loan us someone from swing just in case!" Catherine directed.
"You got it!" Greg relied as he picked up his phone and hit speed dial #2.
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Sara looked down at her phone and noticed Greg was calling her. She pushed the end button and smiled at her date.
"I knew I'd be next if they couldn't reach you!" she smiled.
"Brass knows how to get me if it's an emergency," Gil Grissom replied, grabbing her hand and urging her to follow him deeper into the woods.
It was a beautiful night. The moon was full and the temperatures were cool for mid-May. The two were enjoying a stroll by Lake Mead after a wonderful dinner at his place. They had decided to not go to restaurants in the metro Vegas area as they didn't want to be discovered. They had already been caught once by Jim Brass, but he promised to keep their secret. He had admitted to secretly hoping they'd get together. He also knew that it could mean either or both of them could loose their jobs if they were caught.
Gil was never a rule breaker. He had spent his entire life playing by the rules and doing the right thing. His relationship with Sara was a "walk on the wild side" for him.
And he loved it.
Sara's beauty, passion, and intelligence were intoxicating to him. He'd spent years trying to ignore his feelings for her, but finally, after almost loosing her, he had to acknowledge his feelings and act on them.
She, on the other hand, had always been attracted to him and let it be known to everyone. She had no misgivings about their relationship. It had been a little rocky to begin with, but once she had gone home to meet his mother, her confidence in their romance grew. Betty Grissom had commented on how seldom her only child ever brought a woman home to meet her. That clearly meant that Sara was special to him.
This evening was their one year anniversary of dating, or as some might say, going steady. It was a milestone for both, as neither had lasted that long in a relationship before. They were out to celebrate with one of their favorite hobbies – bug hunting. Well, ok, so it was his favorite hobby, but she loved watching him and shared his excitement when he found a rare specimen.
"Sara," he said as he leaned over to pick up an old log that appeared to be teaming with worms, "I think we should move in together." His request was said with a very matter-of-fact tone and she had to stop and think to make sure she clearly heard what he had said.
"Gil," she replied, "Did you just ask me to move in with you?" She was stunned. She knew things had been moving along at a good pace, but had no idea that he was ready to take such a large step already.
Already, she thought to herself, it's been a year!
He straightened up and stood with his outstretched arms holding a hollow log that was full of tiny creatures.
His face was very serious. His steel blue eyes pierced her soul as they searched for her response.
"Sara," he continued, "Never in a million years did I ever think I'd find anyone that fit me as well as you do. It's like we were meant to be together. I can't think of anything that would be better than to be able to wake up every morning looking at your beautiful face and feeling your body next to me."
She wracked her brain for the right thing to say. Funny, most of the time when she was around Gil, she would ramble. But now, when it was important, she couldn't even put two words together.
"Gil… I …. Um… I mean," she stopped as he walked towards her.
"You don't have to answer me now, but promise you will think about it. OK?"
She nodded her head yes.
"Yes, you promise to think about it?" he clarified.
She shook her head no.
"Sara," he said, "I'm confused. You won't think about it?"
"No need to think about it," she answered, finally finding words appropriate to the conversation. "I accept, I want to move in with you and Hank."
"That's great," he replied, "Let's move you in tomorrow. I'll give us both the day off."
She hesitated.
"Just like that?" she asked.
"Well I don't see any point in waiting, do you?" he responded.
"No, Gilbert," she replied, "There's no point at all. Let's do it!"
He grinned at her. She was the only one (other than his mother) who could call him Gilbert and get away with it. He actually thought it sounded very sexy coming from her mouth.
He put down the log that he had finished investigating and wiped his dirty hands on his pants.
"Good, then let's go sit by the lake and make some decisions," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the water.
They sat together on the embankment, his arm around her shoulder, her leaning into him to evade the cool breeze.
There was so much to plan and so much to get done.
"I do have one suggestion," he said quietly. "I've had my eyes on this little house not too far from the condo. It's 3 bedrooms and has a fenced backyard for Hank."
"Gil," she looked at him, a little overwhelmed by how fast this was moving, "I can't afford a house."
"But I can," he replied, squeezing her a little closer, "Sara I've made a lot of money and I've spent it on almost nothing. Let me buy us a house so we can start our lives together. I want to give you the home, the security, the love that you've never had before, and I think our own house is the best way to do it."
She wiped a tear away from her eye, thinking again how lucky she was to have found this man.
"I'd like that," she admitted, "but only under one condition."
"Anything."
"I want to pay my share of everything. I won't be taken care of," she said.
"Yes, yes, that is fine," he responded, reaching down to kiss her. Their lips met in a soft, soulful kiss. But as they lingered a little, it became a much more passionate, intimate experience.
"Let's take this home," he suggested.
She agreed and they stood up together to head towards the car. She stumbled slightly, head spinning from the last hour. He grabbed her arm to steady her, but her foot had fallen asleep, so she stumbled and ended up careening towards the edge of the water.
Luckily, she was very fit, so catching herself and preventing a cold wet bath was not too challenging. However, when she finally righted herself, she was shocked to be staring eye to eye with the lifeless body of a mid-thirty year old man, peeking out from under a tree.
"Gil," she said to the man approaching her from the higher point of the bank, "We may need to hold off on that for a bit. I think work just found us!"
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A/N OK, there's the start. You know the drill… leave me a note and let me know your thoughts and if you think this should carry on. I'm trying a different approach than my previous stories, but there will be smut, I promise!