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Project Grissom:
Sara Sidle, CSI brain child, lover of 'professional' attire and decor. Vegetarian diner, bookworm, and 'Miss-my-work-is-my-life', was scheming. Oh yes, she was scheming an evil, naughty scheme indeed.
With an untrained, but vivacious eye she roamed the racks of the latest chic-chic store. Attempting to find the perfect ensemble, but not to break the bank. Fat chance she thought with a grin, eying the tags warily. She had gone about this 'mission' of sorts, much like she did on organizing a case. Meticulous attention to detail, an open mind, and a drive to complete it.
Mission: Project "Snag Gilbert Grissom"
Objective: Lure target to a public place, preferably a bar of some kind, and get him to relax enough and open up to her.
She missed their easy banter, and steady friendship. He had become so withdrawn and timid when it came to spending time with her. She knew why, after the hurt had faded when she had overheard his heartfelt, soul-baring confession in the case of the dead nurse. Her doppelganger twin. She had realized just what he had admitted to. He loved her, yearned for her. He was just too frightened to go for what he wanted. And she had decided to jump-start him to action!
Seeing a pale pink number she paused and held it up, seizing it up for flaws. As she examined the garment she mused on how she had quickly organized the outing. Only 48 hours ago the perfect opportunity has presented itself. Eckile had taken pity on the night shift after they had pulled a triple shift, and had graciously given them a two day break, barring any huge disasters. She had been quick to act, seizing on the opportunity by cornering Grissom in the break room in the presence of everyone. She grinned as she recalled the event.
Flashback to earlier - End of Shift
After talking to Catherine of her plan (without giving her ultimate mission goal away) she had the vibrant woman abuzz with excitement of a night out with the gang. Sara followed as the older woman practically waltzed into the room, exclaiming loud, excited tribulations of the outing, Sara standing beside her, a grin playing on her lips. Warrik, Nick, and Greg all agreed heartily. Greg still managing to do a gangly-legged jig on the break room floor, even after pulling an exhausting triple shift. All eyes fixed on Grissom, who was sitting at the break room table, coffee in hand, and looking utterly spent.
'Brilliant!' She had thought, 'Probably so tired he won't protest much.' His eyes were fixed on the scarred surface of the table, apparently finding something intensely interesting in the section in front of him. She had covertly advanced on him. Using an excuse of reaching for a coffee cup to purposely brush against him. She had felt his whole body stir at the contact. Quietly she slipped into the chair opposite of him, and fixed her eyes on his face. He chanced a glance up, hoping that all eyes might have passed him by, but to no-avail. Instead his eyes were caught into the dark depths of her own. "Gill." She said quietly, letting her voice go low, just enough so that the others wouldn't catch the sultry hint in that simple word. "Are you coming?" She questioned, voice now as innocent as pie, a drastic change from her earlier tone. The others were quick to chorus her. Friendly cajoling him as he hemmed and hawed. They were quick to use their collective might to overpower him with whiny pleads, and in some cases, the dreaded 'puppy-dog face'. And all the while, Sara stared him down, giving him an inviting glance. And for good measure, moistened her lips with her tongue. Letting it pause on her lips just a moment to long. She watched his features in delight. Knowing her effect on him. A slight bush appeared on his cheeks, contrasting with his stubble. Instinctively she leaned in closer, and her breath hitched slightly as their legs touched, rubbing together. They both felt the intimacy of the contact, and he surprised her by not pulling away. Instead, he slowly extended his own leg, till both their legs were flush with one another. He made to talk, but seemed at a loss to form words. Finally, he said quietly and somewhat awkwardly. "What time?". Everyone high-fived each other. Laughing delightedly at their victory as they left the room in a tired, but noisy rush, calling their goodbyes as they went.
She had rose, eyes still fixed upon his. His mouth was slightly open, the most interesting expression played on his face. She had made an exaggerated show of putting on her jacket, slowly flowing into the beige and cream colored garment, smoothing it innocently down to the waist . Finally, he spoke. "W-what time can I pick you up at?" He asked, almost stuttering. She had flashed him her 100-watt smile, enough to make any man melt into a gooey puddle. "9pm." She purred. He smile right back at her. Then looked momentarily perplexed. "Why so late?" He questioned, his trademark eyebrow arching. "Well Gill.." She began, deliberated using his first name. "The dancing doesn't get good till 10 – See you at 9." And she had walked out, waving a goodbye. Leaving him sitting there, shocked, confused, excited, and slightly dismayed.
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