Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, (sadly) or any of the characters. Though I would like to go on a date with Billy Petersen, I know that will not happen (sadly again.)
Thanks: Thank you, to the author of "Love In the Dark," I read your story in my Algebra class and started laughing. It made my day. I really appreciate it. Thank you so very much. You inspired me. Also, thanks to my friend Catherine, who doesn't want Sara and Grissom together, but is going to kill me if I don't continue writing my stories. She gets my butt in gear. Thank you Alexis, for inspiring me with fanfiction ideas even though you're not aware of it, and thank you Jorja Fox, for being my role model and favorite actress.
Thanks.
"Tear Drops Will Kiss the Morning Dew"
Prolouge
The air was a musty feel. I found myself short of breath just trying to trudge my overly exhausted self into the chilling building. My hair was a little frizzy. At least the humidity was cutting down a little. I wanted ever so badly to go home and sit on the couch in front of the tv and sleep. My head felt clouded and my nose burned. I was catching a cold. I could just feel it. I was saying "Go! Go!", when my body was saying "Slow down!"
My stomach was in knots. Twisting snakes grinding their bodies against the wall of my stomach. It was sickening. I knew the source of this situation. My boss.
There was nothing I had against my boss at all. No. Not at all. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly. But whenever I saw him, I would feel a warm spreading sensation over my face. I would start sweating and when his eyes would meet mine, I'd dart them away as fast as humanly possible.
If anything I would try to look at something non-living. Which might I add isn't that hard of a task when it comes to my job.
Chapter One: Tonight I'll Be Lonely Too
Sara Sidle was nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. Deep within herself she felt nervous. Her temples revealing tiny bead of sweat. Her forehead shimmering with the small amount of light that the crime lab provided. The almost utter silence was slightly creepy. Goosebumps littered her skin and she tried to rub them away.
Gil Grissom's face appeared in her head. His boyishly handsome features, ice cold blue eyes that froze perpetrators of crimes, but melted the heart of the young criminalist, Sara Sidle.
She could see him in her mind. Leaning against the doorway, his smile melting her smile away. His blue eyes penetrating her chocolate brown ones. Her face began to heat up with the intensity of a blazing forest.
She was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, black boots, and a black tank. Her hair straightened today. Falling just enough to wisp her shoulders.
She was wondering what Grissom was wearing today. Possibly the same thing from last shift if he was pulling a double.
"Sara!" The voice thundered through her head and erased her fluffy thoughts of her boss. "Sara. Ecklie is calling all of us to his office now!"
Her thoughts left her. Her heart skipped a few beats, and the only thing that stood between her and Grissom for that few moments was a few inches of air.
"O...Ok." Was all that passed her lips. And then he left her. Her heart bounding in her chest. She was left breathless with surprise.
Following him came the rest of the gang:
Nick flashed her a dimpled smile while he munched on his apple. Then came Warrick who greeted her with a "Hey Sar." Catherine was in what seemed a good mood. For once at least. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing mechanics' clothing. Probably working in the garage, Sara figured. Where was Greg? She thought. There were muffled footsteps behind her. The sound of rubber against tile that created a 'squeaky'
sound. His arms came around her and he enveloped her in a big bear hug.
"Sara! You're back!" He exclaimed in an irregular voice that resembled a young overly caffeine fed child. "Greg, I was here yesterday. And the night after that and the night after that. I haven't been gone." His face grew enormously red. Sara for a moment, fought the urge to slap him to the ground. Just for a moment though.
"I know," He replied. "but I missed you! I never see you." Sara returned this comment with a sarcastic grin. "Greg-" But she was cut off by the golden highlighted man. "Ya, I know, but that was life forever ago."
The silver metal clipboard in his arms was thrust into he arms by Greg. She held the clipboard to her chest and nodded. "Yes. Yes. I understand Greg, but I saw you less than 6 hours ago. Since when is 6 hours 'forever?'
"Since I met you." He flashed her a boyish grin, similar to Grissom's.
She had begun to walk away to Ecklie's office when Greg caught her arm.
"Wait! I uh, wanted to ask you. Uh, if you're not doing anything tonight would you uh..." Sara looked down at her feet and sighed a humorous laugh. "Greg. You know I would. I would really, but, I have to work. And Grissom told me that we had to go meet with Ecklie about something we had to do. I don't know." With that she began to walk backwards to Ecklie's office. "O, Ok. I see. You can't blame a guy for trying can ya?"
He called to her. But she was already gone.
"You all have been called here today on account on something that I am very unhappy about." Everyone took a large breath of air in.
"For the next 7 days, you all will be flying to a remote Forensics conference in western North Carolina."
Smiles and whispers passed throughout the room. Warrick laughed and stood up saying, "Yes! Overtime is finally coming in handy!" Catherine swapped a few appropriate words to Sara. The room interrupted in low hum as everyone grew suddenly excited. "Hey! Hey!" Ecklie's piercing voice interrupted the conversation and everyone fell silent. His hand was held up in a silent manner. "Please, let me finish. I will give you the details about-What do you want Sara?" Sara's hand was raised and she felt like an elementary school student again. "Yes. I uh, wanted to say, that I don't want to go. There is to much work to be done here." Ecklie's face portrayed what he was about to say. He gave a dramatic pause that didn't seem very dramatic for Ecklie. Everyone gaped at Sara in a shocked manner except Grissom.
His ice cold blue eyes stared at her intently as he drank in her features. He wasn't the least surprised by her sudden action. He was actually counting down the seconds before she would respond to this. He pursed his lips and fiddled with his pen on the table in front of him. "Sara." She turned to him and their eyes met. Her chocolate eyes penetrated his own for a moment and he felt as if he had turned into a liquid and slopped onto the floor. "It's mandatory. So it's not like a vacation. You're safe." Her smile melted his heart and gave him delightful butterflies in his stomach.
From not far away, Greg Sanders watched Sara's every action.
Sara nodded to Grissom's statement. This was work. Not a vacation. She was safe.
"Now, if you're unimportant conversations are over I may begin. You all will be staying in the 'Lily Oaks Manor' in Cullowee."
Greg raised is hand, grinning ear to ear with excitement. Some say it's telepathy, others say common sense, but Grissom knew exactly what Greg was going to ask and how to respond. Grissom's reaction seemed sickly. He was now holding his head up with his right hand and he looked overly tired. Possibly sick. "Yes Greg. The side with the mountains." Greg's hand fell down and he flashed an embaressed grin. Ecklie was about to continue when Greg's hand darted into the air again. "Yes Greg. It's a mansion." Greg's hand fell down once more as Grissom responded. Then it rose once more. Grissom sighed. "No, you cannot sleep in the same bedroom with Sara. Sorry." The lab rat's head fell and he turned crimson. "NOW," Ecklie began. He cleared his throat and then continued. "It is a mansion. Rooms will be for two. You'll pair up however you want to-
"Yes!" Greg cheered and he glanced at Sara. "NO GREG!" Grissom nearly shouted. Becoming agitated, Ecklie cleared his throat signaling attention. "You got something in your throat?"Grissom remarked in an inappropriate tone. "As I was SAYING, the flight will leave tomorrow at 9:45 a.m. You shall be prompt. If you miss the flight, I'll have Grissom put you all on decomp for the next two months! Also," His voice was punishing. "You'll have to pick each of you all up in 2 Tahoes. That's all you get!" Everyone stood up from their chairs preparing their exit. "All we need is two Tahoes." Catherine said. Ecklie signaled everyone to leave.
"Ok. Whose going to pick who, up?" Nick asked chucking his apple core into the trash can. The team stood in a circle. "I'll pick up Sara and Nick, Cath, if you pick up Greg, and Warrick." Grissom stated. "Sure, fine with me." Greg seemed slowly out spirited by this, but he regained his enthusiasim as he thought about his 7 day trip with Sara.
Sara blushed at the thought of Grissom picking her up.
Everyone parted to start their shifts. "I'll see you then Sara." And he left her. Left her wondering. Wonder what was going on in that man's head.
When Sara came home to her apartment, she grabbed a bottle of apple juice from the fridge and sat at the table. Across from her was an empty chair.
Grissom was also doing the same but with orange juice. He stared at the empty chair beside him.
Sara thought to herself about him. He was alone.
Then in a whisper she said to him rather to the lonliness of the room. "Tonight, I'll be lonely too."
Chapter 2: Butterfly Kisses
Sara wanted to sleep in. She couldn't though. Because she knew before long, the punishing, hammering sound of knocking would break her from sleep. She shuffled to the kitchen, wandering for nourishment. Sweet and sour rice, more sour than sweet, some moldy lettuce, rotten grapes, out dated soy milk, and one more bottle of orange juice. She settled for some orange juice. It was bitter and tangy. She puckered her lips, but continued drinking. She was out of food.
Sara pulled her hair up into a low ponytail and then clipped it up with a single butterfly clip. She gazed into the mirror, analyzing her features. Dark rings encircled her eyes. Her face felt hot and sticky. Not only her face, but her whole body. It was an awful feeling. She slipped out of her pajamas, wrapping a single maroon fluffy towel around her body.
She started the shower, but then shut it off when there was a knock at the door. She slipped out of her towel and wrapped a silk robe around her lanky frame and answered the door. She peered through the door, taken aback when she discovered it to be Grissom. After all, she wasn't wearing anything except a silk robe.
The door coughed open. "Grissom? What are you doing here?"
Grissom wrapped his arms around her body engulfing her into a hug and a kiss that nearly knocked her off her feet. His lips to hers were overwhelming. He was such a good kisser. She could feel tears falling from his face onto hers as he confessed his love to her. "I love you Sara. I always have. My social skills have never been good. You know that."
He brushed a lock of hair from her face and kissed her once more. "Sara?" He asked his blue eyes dreamy. "Yes Gil?" Her eyes were welling up with tears. "Sara, will you mar-
"SARA!" Her eyes flickered open. "Sara? Are you ok? Breathe. Breathe."
Her face was flushed and she felt hot and sticky. Her body lay on something freezing cold. Grissom was hovering above her. "Oh, Gil. I do. I do!" His eyes were filled with confusion. "You do?" He asked. "Yes Gil. I do, I-
"Sara. You passed out on the kitchen floor. I came to your door and I heard a loud bang and I came in." Sara's eyes wandered beside her. The orange juice bottle was in shards all over the floor with orange liquid everywhere.
"Oh, my God!" She jumped up to quickly for the blood flow to come back to her brain and she stumbled backwards. Her body collided with something warm behind her. "Whoa. Be careful!" Grissom caught her and she was suddenly flushed in crimson red. For a second there was nothing. It was just Sara. Sara and Grissom. Together. His skin turned an unhealthy shade of milk. She pulled herself from his grasp and bent down to pick up the shards of glass. There was a warm sensation that engulfed her finger. Blood ran down her finger over her wrist. "Oh, no. Look what you've done. How can you be so careless. You need to think Sara."
The flesh wound was very deep. Deep enough for stitches. She held her injured hand in her other. Falling into a daze as she stared at her gash. There was now a pool of blood in her hand. Grissom suddenly became throughly concerned. His hand held hers and he placed a pudgy finger over her gash. "Damn." He whispered. "Bandaids?" He asked. He caught her off guard. "Oh, uh, left cabinet." He retrieved them and sorted through them until he found what he was looking for. A butterfly bandage.
He tenderly dressed her finger with the bandage after washing and rinsing it throughly. "Sanitization is the key to being healthy." He whispered as she growled through gritted teeth as her finger stung like a thousand knives. She would always remember him spending time to put pressure with a wet paper towel on her finger to stop the excessive bleeding.
She would always remember his soothing touch on her finger as he smoothed the bandage on her finger. Her pain left her finger as he touched her. Then she looked at her bandaged index finger, and stared at it.
Then as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he took her finger to his lips and kissed it. "There. A kiss to make it better. A butterfly kiss..."
Chapter Four: Why Are You About To Kiss Me?
Grissom was kind enough to help her up into the Tahoe, which might I add is a challenge in itself. He helped her up giving her his hand that was surprisingly soft instead of course. She thanked him, but it didn't stop there. She guessed an injured cut finger was serious enough to require more than just 'helping into a car.' He pulled her seat belt far out and leaned across her to securely buckle her in. Their sudden closeness was enough to make her blush. He was emotionless though. As if his 'butterfly kiss' hadn't even happened in the first place.
The drive to pick up Nick, she asked him if she could turn on some soft music. She chose the Josh Groban song, "Caruso." Josh's voice filled her up with mental pleasure. Suddenly her face heated up like a thousand furnaces and her eyes welled up with tears when she thought back to the previous 10 minutes ago. Grissom had kissed her. He'd really kissed her! Ok, so it wasn't remotely near her lips or cheek for that matter, but he HAD kissed her finger. A question was etched in her mind and she fought the urge to blurt it out, make Grissom pull of on the side of the road and kiss him on the lips to make everything final. She was exhausting herself. The loss of blood had left her weak, breathless and lightheaded. Sort of the same way she felt around Griss. Her head bounced around as he drove smoothly. She was suddenly sleepy and it felt as if a weight was dragging her head down to the floor. Her head fell to her left, landing square on Grissom's shoulder.
"Sara? Sara!" He veered off onto a grassy ditch and checked her vital signs. Her pulse was very weak and her breathing was shallow.
"Sara! Stay with me!" He shouted unbuckling his seat belt and undoing hers. He leaned back her chair and began checking her pulse once more.
Unscrewing a bottle of orange juice that she had brought along her placed into the cup holder. Drinking this might make her drown while she was unconcious.
He stared at her lips and his face became flushed. Would this mean kissing?
Their lips would meet and air would be forced into her lungs by his lungs, would that be kissing? His oceanic blue orbs watered and he fought back tears. He was losing her. Placing his left hand on her cheek he leaned in closer, her breath could be barely felt from her opened mouth. He leaned even closer, closing his eyes.
Closing eyes? This was a kiss wasn't it? Kissing involved eyes closed. So he fought the urge to shut them. It was the strongest urge he had ever fought in his life. His beard tickled her face.
Her vision was blurry, but her future was plainly in front of her eyes.
Why is Grissom going to kiss me?
WHY ON EARTH IS GRISSOM GOING TO KISS ME!
He was puckered up and his eyes were closed. Just as his lips skimmed the tops of hers, she whispered, "Grissom?"
He was taken aback and he nearly fell out of his seat.
"Sara! I am so sorry! I didn't- I mean...I wasn't trying to..."
"Why are you trying to kiss me?" She asked sitting up right and becoming increasingly dumbfounded.
"I wasn't trying to kiss you. I was about to perform CPR. You passed out. I wasn't about to lose you-"
He stopped himself. To much had come out. "What I meant was..."
Sara smiled and said in a flirting way, "You don't know what you meant to do?"
His mouth was opened and he stared at her unblinkingly.
"You don't understand anything right now. Maybe, if we take this conference work thing, you'll be able to figure out what you mean."
His smile was all she needed for his agreement.
There was no more conversation between the two, even when they had picked up Nick and had gone through baggage check, they didn't say a word. Sara wasn't scared to speak, but Grissom was. His feelings were a tangle of something that he couldn't find tangible.
What was this odd feeling he got when he was around her. The feeling that churned his stomach and gave him this sort of security, then another sense of insecurity that made him flush. He didn't know much about how he felt, except when a certain lab tech glanced her way and offered her his hand, or to throw her trash away, or to put her luggage up in the over top bins, his stomach would knot up and the whole feeling of security would be turned around into insecurity. The whole level of not caring had been twisted up then torn into millions of tiny pieces.
Chapter Five: Fly Away
Grissom chose to sit close to Sara. Her seat was against the window, then it was Grissom, and then Greg. That's what the ticket had said. But when Grissom had finally squeezed his way to his seat, Greg filled it and he was whispering to Sara. "Greg," Grissom began holding back his frustration. "that's my seat." Greg smiled. "Ya, but I wanna sit here." He scoffed back. "It doesn't matter where you sit as long as you sit in your row."
Grissom was becoming throughly agitated now. He took the seat by Greg and tried not to listen to Greg's conversation with Sara.
She looked sleepy. Something about this was sexy to Grissom. How Greg's story was apparently boring her to death, her eyes would half close and then open again. She yawned countless times, and every time her head would grow heavy she would hold it up with her hand. On of her delicate hands lay in her lap. The one with the injured finger...
That's the one I kissed. Why did I kiss her? Her finger was injured. I bandaged it and then held it to my lips, where I kissed it. I even called it a butterfly kiss. What's wrong with me? She seems so happy with Greg. Why should I part them?
My stomach becomes queasy when I think about her. Her and Greg, together...
He head became heavy and the sudden weight of lift off made him lathargic. It wasn't long before he was asleep, on his way to another state, another place, with mountains and brilliant gardens that were in bloom. He dreamt of this, and the place he would be staying with Sara.
Rooms for two? How would this work out? Would she stay with Greg? Or would she happen to choose to stay with him? All these questions pushed Grissom into a deep sleep.
An hour later Grissom awoke. He jumped up almost out of his seat when he noticed he was laying on Greg's shoulder. He brushed himself off and studied the awful image that lay before him. Greg was laying on Sara's shoulder and she was laying against the window.
He glanced around the plane, to see Catherine laying on Warrick's chest with her arm wrapped around his torso. Nick was laying asleep next to Brass.
"Grissom...Griss?" Gil turned to Greg. "Yes, Greg?"
"Uh, I have to go to the bathroom, can you move out for a sec?"
Grissom's evil mind was already in motion, and for a second he wasn't going to let Greg out.
"You can wait until we touch down in Colorado." He stated firmly.
"No. I can't wait." Greg scoffed back. Greg sensed that Grissom wasn't going to budge, so he sat back down. An hour later, Sara awoke to find Greg with this legs crossed and he was very pale, and holding his breath.
He didn't look so well. Neither did Sara. Her face was a hint of green, and she looked as if she was going to throw up. "You, don't look so good, Sara whispered. "Neither do you." Sara replied.
"Can I go to the bathroom now?" Greg questioned.
"Wait, you're not letting him go to the bathroom?"
"Nope."
"Why?"
"Cause."
"Cause why?"
"Because he's acting like a baby."
"He's not a baby!"
"Yes. He is."
Greg had been listening to the conversation, and looked as if he was about to give birth.
"Not to cut your wonderful conversation short, but can I go pee now?"
He was rocking back and forth.
"Shut up Greg!
"Don't tell him to shut up, Grissom!" Sara shouted.
"Got...to...pee!" Greg stammered through gritted teeth.
"Fine, go!" Grissom gave in, letting Greg up. Greg jumped and hobbled on his way to the bathroom. Sara shot Grissom a death glare.
"You're an idiot." She said. "Not as bad as you." He replied harshly.
She sighed and then leaned against he plane window.
Grissom watched her intently, discovering something was wrong with her.
"You ok?" He asked in a low, husky whisper that made a shiver go down her spine.
"Uh, huh."
"Liar."
"OK. So I haven't been feeling good since that accident this morning."
Grissom shifted into Greg's seat and nestled in next to her, putting down the armrest. "Greg's not going to be to happy about this." She stated.
From a small distance, Sara and Grissom could hear the distant cry of happiness of Greg relieving himself. "Greg's gonna be a while." Grissom returned.
Sara smiled as Grissom reached in the overtop bins for two blankets. But only found one. "We'll have to share." He implied.
"I don't mind. But I never intended on getting under the same covers as you, Grissom." She said flirting. She watched as red seemed to creep onto his cheeks.
He threw the blanket over the both of them.
"Gris...Grissom?" She called. "Yes?"
"Would, I know that this isn't YOU, but we ARE in a different state now. Let's put all our normal personalities aside and try to find out 'what to do about this.'"
Grissom nodded with a silent agreement.
He laid his head back and began to drift off into sleep. Sara didn't want to disturb him, so she laid her head against the window and fell asleep. She had felt the sudden weight of gravity, but hadn't predicted what it would have made her do.
When Sara awoke she felt her head on something rather soft and comforting. It was warm and she snuggled closer to the warmth. Burrowing her head into the thick warmness that portrayed a scent of it's own.
God it smelled good.
Not a scent of cologne or something of that sort, but a scent of a personal scent that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
It was a person, she knew, and she snuggled closer to the person.
There was a sense of comfort and at the same time, angst.
She looked up at the person, her vision blurry.
She couldn't see. Snuggling closer, she embedded her face into the persons shoulder. Whoever it was, was very comfy to lay on.
Her face was stroked, this was very comforting. As she opened her eyes once more, she nearly fell out of her seat.
Crash.
"Ahhhhhh! What are you doing." Sara screamed.
"Comforting you." Jim Brass soothed. "You were talking in your sleep about death. It was so scary that you scared Greg and Grissom away. Can you believe it? You actually scared Grissom! You should be honored."
Sara blinked and sat upright in her seat.
"So, I was laying on you?"
He nodded.
"Ewwwwwwwwww..." She said under her breath.
"Better sit up right." Brass commented.
"Why?"
"We're landing."
Chapter Six: Fly Away Part:2
They were given one Tahoe. Which was big enough to fit all of them. And then their luggage. Greg insisted on sitting with Sara in the back, but she chose to sit with the driver. Grissom. He hadn't spoken to her about her sleep talking, and she didn't want to say anything about it. So they were squared.
The drive to Lily Oaks Manor, was beautiful. There were mountains everywhere, and as they had stepped off the plane, there was a very vivid scent in the air.
A sweet smell. Almost as if it was hay and maple. It was delicious to take in. And the whole group breathed the wonderful scents of the mountain air in. A nip was in the air. Luckly, the whole group had dressed warm. All of them dressing in layers.
Sara liked how everyone's noses', cheeks', and ears' had become rosy pink.
Now they were all loaded into the Tahoe and on their way to gigantic mansion.
Nick, Catherine, Warrick, Brass, Grissom, Greg, and Sara were all trying to absorb the scenery and smells. "Whose hungry?" Catherine called out, squished between Warrick and Nick. "Me!" Greg raised his hand.
Warrick placed a hand on his stomach. "Craker Jacks don't hold you off for to long."
Nick placed a firm hand on his stomach as well. "I'm not sure about you guys, but I'm itching for some home BBQ."
Everyone agreed. Sara, being a vegetarian, decided not to be to picky. Besides, seafood was one of her favorite dishes. Seafood could suffer. Today at least.
"You know what I'm itching for?" Grissom warmed the conversation.
"Some rainbow trout." He licked his lips.
Everyone burst out in laughter. For who could have known, that Grissom actually was thrilled about something as this.
"Start lookin' for signs." Grissom said.
Greg drew pictures on the window. Frost had covered the windows and Greg was using it for his amusement. "McDonalds!" Greg shouted.
"If that's your idea of a home cooked meal, I don't know what planet you're from." Nick teased. "I was kiddin' Nick." Greg scoffed back.
Nick chuckled.
"Oooooooo! Look! Curly tails! That's a cool place. Let's go there!" Nick must have known a lot about BBQ from back in Texas.
Grissom turned off into the exit.
About 20 minutes later, they had all exited the Tahoe, jacket wrapped tightly around them. "This is soooooooooooo cool!" Grissom said as the team entered.
The people that owned the place, defiantly had a thing with Nascar, because there were posters and cut outs of all the Nascar drivers.
Wooden tables were scattered round and it seemed barren. There was only a couple in the very back, besides them, the place was bare.
The team seated themselves and were given menus.
Sara sat between Grissom and Brass. Sara wasn't sure why Grissom wanted to sit by her all the time now.
The waitress came by to take the orders. She was a squat woman, with red hair, and black thick rimmed glasses that hung down to low on her nose. She had a wart the size of a nickel on her right cheek, and it took all of Greg's courage to not constantly stare at it.
Nick asked what everyone wanted to drink and ordered the drinks on him.
"Ok," The woman cleared her throat. "That's going to be three beers, two root beers, and two sweet ice teas." Nick nodded.
"I'll give ya'll some time to pick what'll want to eat and then I'll be back with your drink orders."
Her voice was raspy, probably because of a pack of cigarettes she kept partially hidden in her apron.
She left and the entire team erupted in conversation.
Each and everyone of them excited and planning each day of their "meeting."
Sara still believed this was for work. Not pleasure.
"Ok, so today, we can check into the Lily Oaks Manor, then get showered, and out of these clothes,- Grissom paused for a moment while Sara blushed.
"But before I continue, there's something we have to tell Sara."
The whole team leaned in closer, their faces' lined with seriousness, all directed toward Sara.
"SURPRISE!" They all cheered.
"What the? What for?"
"We told you it was a meeting..." Catherine cheered.
"But it's really some time for all of us to get away from the office." Grissom added.
Sara wanted to argue, take the redeye midnight flight back to Las Vegas, catch a couple of hours of sleep and go back to work. But something. Something deep in her soul was telling her to stay. So she plastered a gapped tooth smile at everyone and said without a sense of doubt on her mind,"Thanks."
Chapter Seven: Oh, Atlanta
Everyone shared something. Warrick, Catherine and Brass all shared the 3 for one steak special, Greg and Nick shared to mega man's triple decker pork sandwich, and Grissom and Sara shared the rainbow trout.
The stout woman came back to the table just in time to fill up Nick and Greg's drinks.
She leaned over the table to fill Greg's drink when he saw it. The wart.
His eyes were transfixed on it. It was there. Ugly and disgusting. And right in the viewing point. The woman caught him and shot him a stare, before leaving to fill her pitcher.
Greg tried to remain inconspicuous the rest of their time there.
They split the bill and all got their drinks to go. Except Brass, Catherine, and Warrick, who all had had beers.
Grissom sipped on his tea and unlocked the car for everyone to pile in.
The drive was filled with colorful conversations. Everyone seemed overly excited to do things here. And they all agreed together, that this was indeed, heaven on Earth.
There was a series of shuffling in the backseat, and the whole team suspected something of Greg. Nick peeked back and there was some mumbling. "One...Two...Three!" Greg and Nick sang out. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Catherine yelped. "Oh, my God! Put them up! Put them up for God's sake!"
Grissom made a sharp turn into a ditch. "What the hell?" Sara bellowed out as she turned around. She turned around just in time to catch a glimpse of Greg and Nick buckling their pants. "You know," Grissom lectured. "If you do that up here, people in other cars will shoot you."
Sara cocked her head. "What on Earth, did they do?"
"Exactly." Warrick said.
"What?"
"You don't wanna know," Catherine said pulling her hair down from the ponytail she'd had it in. Brass, remained inconspicuous, for he was asleep against the window.
Twenty minutes later Greg asked, "Are we there yet?"
"We get there, when we get there!" Grissom rang out. The drive had been peaceful, except for the occasional complaint from Greg.
The windows had been rolled up because of the declining in temperatures. But the view was more enough as entertainment. The trees were changing colors, of brown, red, and orange. The grass was golden honey in color. The smell of hay and maple drifting in from the air conditioner.
The roads were twisting and each time there was a curve everyone would lean on each other.
There was a ten minute silence, and everyone thought that Greg had finally passed out in the backseat. But just as Catherine's eyes closed and her head fell onto Warrick's chest, just as soon as Brass was now dreaming of being the top cop in the all of Las Vegas, just as Nick was dreaming of an elderly lady fixing him an all you can eat BBQ buffet, just as Sara began drifting off into a state of unconciousness, holding onto one of Grissom's straw hat's, just as Grissom fell of into a fitful daydream of sitting on a wooden swing by a creek with the only person he could only imagine, laying in his lap and gazing into his blue pooling orbs- there was the voice that shook all of them.
"I'VE GOTTA PEE!"
Everyone groaned and sat up. It was impossible to sleep now.
"PLEASE LET ME PEE! PULL OVER PULL OVER!"
Grissom sighed. "Here we are."
Everyone had been asleep and hadn't realized the increase in gravity as they climbed Lily Oaks mountain. Or perhaps, maybe the total living conditions of flat as hell Las Vegas had made them fall asleep. Because of the loss in oxygen, they'd all grown lathargic.
"I am totally serious! Pull over or my bladder's going to bust."
"Go see if they're ready for us Cath." Grissom stated ignoring her.
She climbed out of the Tahoe and raced inside.
"Let me out!" Greg pleaded.
Everyone was in silence. "Where is the mansion?" Catherine asked through Grissom's window. Everyone looked forward. The mansion could not be seen. Trees blocked everything. The dirt road in front of them was very dark. The trees almost created an artificial night. "Oooo.. Creepy." Nick commented.
"Guys? Pee, now."
"Get in. I'll drive closer. I thought the mansion was just beyond this sign." He gestured to the wooden sign in front of them.
Catherine hopped in and brushed her hair up into a ponytail.
"You know, anywhere will be fine, just...Let...me..go pee!"
"It should be up here." Nick said.
Everyone was gazing around at the thick wood, trying to find this so called mansion.
Except Brass, who was still in a deep sleep.
"Oh, my God." Grissom whispered.
"Geese Louise." Nick coughed.
Catherine gasped.
Warrick put an arm around Catherine, and Brass snored. Sara stared at the structure in front of her.
"Wow." She whispered.
"Can't...hold...it anymore..."
In front of them was a huge house. Ok. So it wasn't a mansion, but a brilliant house of a faded yellow. It was two stories tall, with a faded blue roof and faded yellow siding. There was a big red door with white trim. A stone wall silo with brilliant flowers of lavender. There were to many windows to count. A wrap around porch with seven wooden chairs.
It seemed as if there was a tower hooked up to the side of the house. There was two chimneys, and smoke was billowing from both of them. On the side, around two windows on the bottom floor were beautiful flowering vines. With flowers of honey gold roses and soft pink tea roses.
To the left was a garden that was not producing any plant of vegetable life. There was a windmill of cast iron in the garden. To the left, a small building that farmers used to put wheat in, and another garden, that was too, not bearing anything. Around all of this was an amount of rolling mountains. Behind the house, almost out of view, was a forest. There was a low overcast of steam and trees bearing what looked like something of blurry pink.
Everyone was in awe.
They all exited the vehicle together. Catherine, Nick, Warrick, Sara, and Grissom all exited without having to shield their eyes from the blinding sun. It was totally covered with trees.
Greg climbed over a sleeping Brass and disappeared somewhere beyond the house. Somewhere behind it, he disappeared into the steamy mist of fog and blurry pink.
Sara erupted in shivers, as Grissom blushed. Maybe it was the golden sunlit rays drifting through the lush colored trees, or the esencse of hay and maple, or maybe it was just the tea roses that gave off their glow. But for some reason, Sara looked more beautiful than ever, her hair was in loose ringlets and the sun on it made it look succulent.
He watched her blink, her brown lashes flickering. "It's beautiful." She whispered spiritually.
"Yes. You are." He said back.
He turned away, rather from sheer embaressment or the awful truth of him finally confronting his feelings, but he turned away and tried to focus his attention on a fawn sipping cool water from a pool of blue water.
Chapter Eight: The Lily Pond Ghost
Greg was stopped as he neared the back of the house. "Do not go vac vere!" A french man shouted to him. Greg at this time was holding his crotch in a vulgar manner. "You don't understand man, I got's to go pee!"
And with that, he disappeared. He ran for his life, trying find some privacy in the thickness of the mist to relieve himself. "Ok! But watch out for the Lily Pond Ghost!" He heard the french man yell from afar.
He didn't take time to gaze at the tea roses, he just ran. Faster and faster until he neared a shimmering blue and green pond. There were frogs chirping everywhere and the occasional splashing of fish jumping. Lily pads floated on the surface of the pond.
Greg tried to hide behind a tree, even though there was no one around. He felt, as if, someone was...watching.
But at the moment he didn't care one way or another. He simply undid his belt and pulled down his boxers.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh..." He sighed in pleasure.
Then there it was. He thought he'd dreamt of it at first. The sound of a flute, playing a sweet harmony. Maybe it was a flute. All Greg knew at the time, was someone was with him. He felt a cold sensation brush across his neck
"Thou shall state thy name." A quiet voice commanded. The strange musical sound did not cease. It was almost celestial. The voice was quite feminine.
"Hello?" Greg called out.
For all Greg knew, he was standing in a forest, half exposed, and a woman was somewhere in the forest around him.
Laughter was all around him. He looked to his left to tried to see what was talking to him.
But as he turned to face in front of him, there was two vivid eyes. They were a deep blue of almost violet.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" He screamed and fell backward.
He fell backward and his head hit something rock hard.
Ya, a rock.
When he gazed heavenward, he saw the light sifting through the trees.
His vision was blurry, and as he gazed at his legs he saw a being. The being came into focus.
She, had dark brown hair that could have been mistaken for black, she was dressed in a white gown, and she had several pink tea roses in her hair. She looked to be in her early twenties.
She was standing between his legs. He was spread eagle.
From Greg's vantage point, all he could see was a woman, standing there, between his legs, doing something.
"Hey!" He shouted.
The woman jumped.
"What are you doin?."
She spoke very softly, her words coming out as if silk.
"I am mending thy wounds."
She blinked and for a moment Greg thought he almost faint. Her beauty left him captivated.
And as he focused just on WHAT she was mending, he became uneasy. His stomach churning.
His left leg was soaked in blood. "Wha-
Now Greg Sanders had seen all amounts of decomposition, disfigured bodies, but there was always something about blood that made his stomach churn.
There defiantly was a deep gash in his leg, but the funny thing was, he couldn't feel it. It was almost as if, the pain wasn't there, except for a low throbbing feeling in his leg. Almost the same as if one's leg fell asleep.
"Oh, my God." He stammered as he gulped down bile in his throat.
"Tis the matter?" He was asked. His lips felt chapped, and as he stared at the woman, shivers began running down his spine. He tried to force a playful smile as the woman got closer to him, but it was then he felt a twinge in his lip. He placed a finger to his lips and traced them, to find blood.
"Thy bleed from the mouth as well?" Greg focused his attention on the woman.
"Uh, I'm uh, fine. Thanks."
The woman stretched over him, laying almost on top of him, except for the few inches of air between the two. Her finger stretched to his lips, almost touching them, but barely.
"Hey, hey!" Greg gulped.
The woman leaned back a little before touching his lips. "They are dry."
She jumped up off of him and gracefully walked to the nearby pond. She cupped her hands together and dipped them into the pool, scooping up a handful. And expertly walked to Greg without any water escaping between her fingers. The water was more of a deep blue now, rather than a greenish blue. She dipped one finger into the tiny pool of water and placed it ever so gently to his lips. Immediately, the pain from his lips vanished. She touched his lips once more with a soothing touch that drove Greg wild. Her fingers were soft, and so were his lips, as if made of silk.
"Where am I?" He asked as he peered around at his surroundings. He was growing more comfortable with this woman by the mere second.
She stood up and slowly emptied the rest of the water from her hands onto his wounds from his leg.
"Thorns."
"What?"
"Thorns buried deep into thy flesh. You reside in Lily Oaks Wood."
He nodded.
The blood stain on his pants disappeared completely, as did the pain. He was astounded. What was this witchcraft she was using?
Then, it hit him for a moment, that if criminals used this, blood could possibly be untraceable, and that left him in awe.
She extended a hand and helped him up. She grip was strong and true.
"Thank you. I really, really wanted to thank you for helping me with this." She nodded.
"Your thanks are appreciated." She turned away, her delicate wavy brown hair swaying against her side, and for a moment Greg thought she might leave.
"Wait!" Greg held up a hand.
She turned to look at him. Her almost white skin gave off a delicate glow, and her violet eyes beamed at him. She looked cheerful, but, somewhere deep inside her, he knew there was something defiantly wrong.
"You are very beautiful." There it was, out in the world, the words he'd been holding in.
She very gracefully stepped toward him. Greg was not prepared for what happened next. Nor would he a lifetime from now.
After swinging a pack of arrows to her back, she walked close to him, stared deep into his green eyes and then ever so gently, kissed him on the lips. She opened her eyes to find his closed. That meant that he was accepting her gesture of affection. But then, he came to his senses and pushed her back. "What are you doing?"He said louder than he had intended.
"That's what I see people do all the time that stay in Lily Oaks Manor. Tis not a display of affection?"
He looked oddly puzzled.
"It is, but only for people that have known each other for a long time. I've only met you. And for all I could know, you could be some scavenger, some lunatic out in the woods, or some GHOST, as that french dude put it."
She stepped back, looking very upset. Her eyes filled with tears.
"One knows when one's advances aren't accepted. I am very, truly sorry for my actions."
She began running away into the mist.
"No, I didn't mean-
But she was gone, and Greg's words escaped his silky lips as he tried to find his way back to the Lily Oaks Manor, to analyze what he'd seen in the mist, and to gain comfort with his friends.
Chapter Nine: Lily Oaks Manor Part One: I Have a Feeling These Are Your's, Sara
The door to the house was opened up for the group and they piled their way in.
Brass was still left, in the car, snoring peacefully.
"Is anyone gonna wake up the poor guy?" Nick questioned
"Shhhhhhhhhhh...I got an idea." Warrick whispered.
"Where do I put down my bags?" Sara asked playfully to the guy next to her, which in this case, was the french man. "Upstairs madame," He gestured to the stairs in a fluent accent.
"Thanks."
Sara struggled to bring up her suitcases, and since no strong men, like Brass, Nick, Warrick, or Grissom were around, she had to do it the old fashioned way. Which she knew best by.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she was set in awe. It was romantic. Cherry wood dominated every piece of furnature in the hallway. Maroon candles, navy blue candles, white candles, and even a deep violet candle. Sara left her suit cases by the stairs, and figured it was time to do some exploring. She gestured her finger around a tiny flickering flame from one of the maroon candles. Teasing the flame, as if dancing with the devil.
It was romantic. She dipped her finger into the flame and then rubbed off the black charcoal substance on her finger. She pulled back her hair into a low bun with a butterfly clip. It's whearabouts were not known, only that the clip had suddenly appeared in her apartment one day, and was up for the taking.
The rooms were cool from the opened windows, and the white curtains were briskly blowing as the soft breeze entered through the windows. She inspected them for a minute. There was no screen. Burglars could get it, but who would want to get into a room deep in the mountains? She shrugged it off and inspected the room in which she resided more closely.
The bed was possibly a queen or king, it was dressed in delicate satin maroon sheets and fluffy white pillows. The whole room gave off a shadowy effect. Light dancing off the cherry wood furniture. The floors were carpeted in only this bedroom, and it was a dark shade of green. A cast iron candle holder stood about 4 and a ½ feet in the air, by Sara's 5'8 standards. This room was brilliant.
She collapsed onto the sheets, spreading out onto them and taking in their silky feel.
"Meow!"
Sara bolted off the bed, as if she'd been caught doing something wrong.
A black cat sat perched in the window. "Hey." Sara said.
The cat meowed again and jumped from the window and rubbed against her jeaned legs.
A she bent down to pet the cat, it pranced away out into the hallway. She followed it, unsure about what she was doing. It was a black cat, sometimes even considered a dark omen. It came to her suitcases and sniffed them. One knock to the side and they would plummet down the stairs. The cat brushed up against them, as they fell as if almost in slow motion down the stair, creating a 'boom, boom!" sound, until it collided with something.
"Ah!" Yes, defiantly male.
Sara closed her eyes, preparing herself for the worst. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes to catch the most embaressing but hilarious scene she'd ever witnessed in her life.
There in the middle of the stairs stood Grissom. Her suitcase was exposed. All manners of clothing exposed and hanging on him. From underwear, to bras, from pants, to jackets and long sleeved shirts.
She felt as if she was going to die, as she saw Grissom pick up one of her favorite bras and wave it into the air. "I have a feeling that this is your, Sara." She blushed ran down to him, snatching it from his grasp. "Thaaaaaaaaaaat is mine. And," She began whispering ever so closely to his ear. "You don't have to go around waving it like the dang American flag, ok?"
He nodded and she turned around to gather the things that were all draped on the stairs in front of her. "Sara," Grissom called.
"Ya?"
Grissom had one of her shirts and skirt that she'd just bought laying over him.
"I don't think these are my colors." She gasped and snatched them from him.
"Thaaaaanks for finding those." She said in a voice that sounded like 'stop it!'
She flashed her a boyish grin that she couldn't see. "I've never seen you wear a skirt before." He teased.
"I don't particularly wear slinky garments like that." She scoffed back.
He helped her pick up her things. He thought he was helping, but Sara felt as if she was living in hell for the next couple minutes.
She placed her suitcase on the floor at the top of the stairs and turned to face Grissom, to thank him for his unwanted help, when she found her face at his chest. "Oh, sorry I didn't know you were behind me." She apologized as she stepped back from him.
He flashed her another smile. "No problem," then he took her shoulders each in one hand and leaned into her. And for a second, she thought he was going to kiss her. His eyes were a dreamy blue, his whiskers brushed past her face, and she closed her eyes. His voice was by her right ear. "I think you'd look stunning in a skirt." She was left flabbergasted as he pushed her away. "Even if it's almost winter?" She asked.
"Even if it was winter." He whispered in a low sullen tone.
They were just about to leave their separate ways when Greg came bursting though the doors below. "Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuys!" He yelled.
Grissom and Sara raced to the foot of the stairs.
Greg burst into the room.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, their's a woman in the forest!"
Chapter Ten: Lily Oaks Manor Part:2 He's Finally Lost It
"What did you see?" Warrick and Nick exclaimed at the same time.
"A woman, a very beautiful woman in the woods. I hurt my leg and she healed it, look!"
He rolled up his pants leg, but there was nothing there. That was except a silvery residue that he quickly wiped off his hands.
"Right, and how many beers did you have before we got here?" Warrick asked crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"None." Greg assured.
Everyone rolled their eyes.
"Ya know, I think we should blame Grissom, he didn't let Greggo go to the bathroom, maybe the increase in bladder size cut off the circulation to his brain.
Everyone nodded and chuckled.
"I'm serious." He complained.
"And so are we," Grissom protested.
"We're tired from the trip, no tricks, please." Catherine warned.
And everyone departed to get dressed.
"Dinner will be served at approximately six p.m." the french man exclaimed from the bottom of the stairs.
Everyone was dressing, in somewhere private.
But, for a house that was small for seven CSI's, they were about to find out, that many embarresing moments were headed their way.
Chapter Eleven: Don't Come in, I'm Naked.
Everyone had their own private room: Sara chose the room with the green carpet and the bed with the satin sheets to dress in. Warrick dressed in the downstairs bathroom, Catherine chose the upstairs bathroom, Nick, the basement, (he really had not grown up with privacy issues), Grissom one of the upstairs bedrooms, and Greg chose to dress in a small parlor downstairs.
The french man swirled his coffee in his mug as he listened to the only entertainment he gained in his job, screams of shame and embarressment.
It had first begun when Sara walked in on Greg when she went for some tea in the parlor.
He was pulling down his boxers, and she screamed while he innocently half mooned her.
"Accccccccccccccccck!" She yelped. He screamed like a girl and she ran up the stairs trying to erase the awful images from her mind.
Catherine had just washed her face and headed into the basement to explore a little when she caught Nick, completely in the nude, facing her. She yelped and almost died.
Warrick walked in on Sara as she was changing her top, and Brass nearly fell over as he finally trudged up the stairs in a fitful daze and caught sight of Sara running to the bathroom in a towel.
Sara had finally finished dressing, dressed in a jeans and a black long sleeved shirt.
She crept out of her room and tip toed into the hallway, opening up the bathroom door, she caught the sight of Grissom, standing there, Grissom completely and utterly naked.
Just standing there. She cupped her mouth and stole a sight of the south.
"Sara!" He yelled. He'd caught her.
She laughed and said, "I'm sorry."
"Hey, I was in the mood!" He yelled
"What mood?" She giggled.
She laughed and threw a towel at him. She continued. Grissom failed to find the humor of the situation.
"It's not funny Sara!" He pleaded.
"Hey, everyone Grissom's naked!"
Everyone ran to where Sara resided. Catherine blushed and the guys erupted in laughter.
"Go away!" Sara leaned against the door. "Wow, Grissom, wow, you know I see you as the ice cold hearted boss that doesn't care about anything, and now, we see you like this.
"Is that what you're wearing for dinner?" Greg teased.
"Shut up!" He yelled turning crimson.
"Come to dinner like that Grissom, it adds color to your cheeks."
Sara finally shut the door and the whole team chuckled in the hallway.
It was then, Warrick gestured to Nick and they raced up to Greg in the hallway.
"Hey Greggo," Nick started.
"We have a dare for you my man." Warrick said.
Chapter Twelve: Dinner Is Served
When dinner was served, everyone was in a fit of conversation, all talking about something that had to do with work. So the conversation was tense.
Everyone was there except Greg. He'd been missing for quite a while now and everyone but Grissom were starting to worry of what had become of their favorite lab rat.
Everyone was dressed comfortably. Catherine wore a red long sleeved shirt and jeans, Warrick wore, his usual attire, Nick the same, and Sara wore her skirt and top. Grissom, though wore, something that no one had ever dreamed of seeing him in.
He was dressed in a tank and jeans.
"You're wearing a tank why?" Catherine asked blinking profusely.
"It's hot in here," He said sitting down in his chair.
"Ya, I bet it is." Nick teased. Everyone erupted in laughter as their food was placed neatly in front of them, from a succulent oven roasted chicken, to creamy buttered mashed potatoes, and corn. There was a bowl of Caeser salad that everyone helped themselves to, more rainbow trout that melted in Sara's mouth as she took each bite of it.
There were fine china dishes that held their food, and the finest silverware anyone had ever seen. Their glasses were filled with tea, cranberry juice, concord grape juice, wine, and even strawberry juice, all made right in the kitchen.
"Can you pass me the salad bowl, Sara?" Grissom asked as he held out his hands.
"No beans and franks?" She joked. Again, everyone laughed. They laughed so hard that Catherine collapsed onto Warrick, and Nick fell out of his chair. Then there was a sound of someone gently descending down the stairs. Everyone composed themselves and directed their attention to the stairs. Down came Greg, dressed in nothing but a dishtowel over him.
Everyone burst into fitful laughter and Nick and Warrick traded glances.
"Oh, my God," Sara choked.
"What in God's name forced you to do this?" Grissom scoffed.
He wasn't laughing. In fact, he hadn't laughed since they'd gotten here. And it surprised Sara and everyone else when they came to the conclusion that they hadn't seen Grissom laugh at all in their lives.
For a time that was so painful and dark, was now warm and full of happiness.
Greg took his seat and adjusted himself to the most comfortable position of sitting bare bottomed on wood.
As he sat up to get some food this buttocks made a loud sticky noise from separating from the chair. As everyone again began laughing, Sara investigated Grissom face.
He wasn't laughing. In fact, it seemed as if he wasn't enjoying himself at all.
His face never once creased with happiness. Throughout dinner, Sara formulated a plan, for Gil Grissom had to laugh, at least once.
When they finished eating, everyone sat together and began striking up the conversation of Grissom's flashing experience.
He remained composed and silent during the conversation. Giving into a wince or so every now and then.
Sara carefully tucked her fork out from under her plate and dipped it into a bowl full of mashed potatoes. "I wanted to say that, in matter of circumstances, I have come up with the conclusion that Grissom never laughs."
His head jerked up toward her from his plate. "What?"
She smiled and continued, "We have never seen you smile Gil."
Did she just call him Gil? She'd never called him Gil before. "I wanted to say that I have taken it into my own hands, to make you laugh."
He smiled a sarcastic smile. "Please Sara, I've already been through an incident today, what possibly could you do now?"
She flashed him a gapped grin and took a leap of faith.
The mashed potatoes flew from her fork as she swung it back. It collided with his face with a sickening. splat.
Everyone was in shock. Surely he would snap now.
She was still smiling, still waiting for it. Waiting for the moment when-
He wiped his face with one hand and stood up from his chair. He looked angry, but Sara was still composed with her grin.
"Whatchya gonna do Miss Griss?" She tormented.
He dipped his hand in the bowl of mashed potatoes. And held it back in his hand as if readying himself for a snowball fight.
"Right..." She teased.
"You don't think I'll do it, do you?" He said. But the seriousness in his face warned her.
"I'm sorry Grissom." She sounded panicked.
"You don't think ahead of time, that's your fault." He said as he walked over to her and she began backing away.
"You know what your fault is Grissom, the time you figure it out, you really could be to late," She lunged a fistful of mashed potatoes at him, nailing him square on top of his head.
"You're going down Sidle," He lunged at her with force nailing her on her shoulder.
The slimy food dripped down her shirt, with an unpleasant feel.
She shuddered. "That's it!" She bounded and then it began. Food began flying across the room. The french man tried to console with them, but the best he could do was move them out into the yard, where the food fight began.
Every combination of food you could imagine was slung from person to person.
Greg ran upstairs to change into some clothes and soon joined the fight.
After a while, everyone was on the cold grass laughing so hard they thought their stomachs would split open.
Grissom and Sara continued their rampage. They disappeared into the garden and into Lily Oaks Wood, were they found themselves seeking shelter behind tea roses.
"Grissom?" Sara called out. She felt suddenly alone and there was a deathly silence in the air. "Hello? I give up. Truce?"
No one responded. Then she heard a crack behind her. But before she could turn around, an arm was wrapped around her waist, and she was lifted into the air. "Ahhhhhh!" She giggled.
Grissom's hand came down to her face as he smeared her face with mashed potatoes and corn. He twirled her around and set her on the ground. She scooped up the glob of mashed potatoes from her face and chased him.
"You know since when I've been interested in beauty?" She asked.
"How long?" He teased.
"Since I met you!" She hit him with the ball of potatoes, he scooped it back up and grabbed some corn from his hair, "You wanna sleep with me?" He asked.
She laughed and almost stummbled over a tree root. "Did you just say what I think you said?" She asked into the night. Their laughter filled the air, and they both fell to the forest floor out of breath, staring up. The stars could barely be seen because of the wooded overhang. The scent of tea roses filled the air, and they breathed it in with a hunger that had not been witnessed in all of their lives. Sara turned toward Grissom, whose body was laying next to hers. He was laying there, his arms over his shoulders now. It really was cold to him. Very cold. He shouldn't have worn the tank. He shook with a chill, but continued staring heavenward.
She watched him, his eyes fluttering open and then closed with the moment making him drunk in ecstasy. She wanted to say something, she wanted to go and wrap him in her arms and kiss him-
but she couldn't, and that urge to do so was building up inside her so much, that she knew that she wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer.
Suddenly, the forest grew deathly still, Grissom pushed himself up off the ground. They both were suddenly hit with the urge to run, far away from where they were. But they didn't move. The tea roses and lush plantlife rustled around them as the wind blew.
"You here that?" Grissom whispered in her ear.
She shook with the feeling of his breath by her. "No." She finally responded.
"Exactly. Run." Was his only reply before grabbing her hand and taking her with an adrenaline rush that Sara had never witnessed before in her life. Was Grissom finally owning up to his feelings? Confronting them after all of this time? Or was he being serious?
Sara gazed behind her as Grissom tugged her in a fast pace. The forest was becoming darker, and then it hit her, that they were running from, something.
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