So, my first CSI fic... it's not particularly true to the characters, but I've tried to keep it as CSI-ish as I could, considering the direction I plan on taking it.
Obviously all the characters you recognise aren't owned by me, otherwise I wouldn't be sat on the couch writing fanfic, I'd be sat on set watching Grissom & Sara get funky :P
Or having travelled back in time, watching Mulder & Scully.... phwoar :)
They'll probably make a cameo at some point. Or at least be mentioned!
It's obviously going to end up GSR, but there will be a detour along the way, with a bit of Sara/other character... possibly the suggestion of femmeslash, but I won't allow anything to happen... I'm kind of mean like that.
This fic will definitely consist of A LOT of lyrics, mostly Marilyn Manson (because of Eric Szmanda/Greg) and a fair amount of +44 (because they're pretty damn awesome)
I recommend you listen to them, it may help you understand where my crazy ideas come from!
But yeah, this is the longest fic I've written so far, I'll let you know how many chapters are going to appear when I finish it.

Spoilers for: anyhing up to Organ Grinder - possibly others but nothing major about the case, just quotes here & there.
Rating will end up M
Summary: Sara gets a life, thanks to Greg. But can Grissom let her go?

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"Uuh Sara?" Greg grabbed her arm, smiling nervously.

"What's up Greg?" Sara smiled as she stirred her 3rd coffee of the shift.

"I was just - uh- wondering if you'd like to come out with me next Thursday. I -errr noticed it was your night off, and well, I've got a couple of free passes to my mates gig and well, wondered if you'd like to come with me..." he trailed off, waiting for her response.

The hesitation was clear on her face.

"Whoa, wait, I didn't mean like a... well, just as friends, y'know. Make a night of it, you & me, hit the town".

"I err - well, sure, but right now, I've got to get to Trace & follow up on the fibres Warrick found, but if you let me know the details, I'll join you. We'll have a good time"

Greg smiled.

"Sure. I'll pick you up on Thursday then. I'll take you out on the greatest night of your life." He bowed his head, as if to tilt an invisible hat, then bounded out the room.

Sara felt the blood leave her startlingly pink cheeks. Maybe she could find herself a life yet.

Grissom stopped outside the break room, and burried his face in a folder as Greg bounced past, grining like the cat who'd got a fucking years worth of cream.

Dammit.

Grissom's face was contorted in shock, Sara... and Greg? Wow, that stung. He knew Greg had a thing for her but, Sara, and Greg?

It seemed so ridiculous, but it was definitely less ridiculous than Sara & himself. Sara & Gil. Sara & Grissom. Sara Grissom.

Now that was a leap he'd never taken.

Dr & Mrs Gil Grissom. It had a nice ring to it. Rolled off of the tongue quite easily.

He imagined her smile, as he served her coffee in bed before work, he imagined her padding round his flat, wearing his old College shirt.

He imagined her padding round his flat wearing nothing at all.

"You know by the time you figure this out, it could be too late..."

Her words resonated round his head.

He'd figured it out.

But was it too late?

Had he fucked it up again?

Had he lost her?

Could he unfigure it out?

Could they go back to when it was all so simple?

When he just had to look at her and would want to rip off her clothes, irrelevant of where they were.

But he always had it under control. Until now.

Crime scene, break room, the lab, his office, Ecklie's office.

Ecklie's office... Now that was...

"Grissom?" Sara's voice broke his trail of thought.

"You okay? You kinda zoned out there..." her dry Californian accent sent blood south. As usual.

"Grissom?"

"Sorry Sara, I was just... thinking..." His face remained completely calm, but so many emotions were swirling just below the surface. "Look - I... doesn't matter."

"No" Sara prodded, "tell me."

"I...." Grissom paused and closed his eyes.

Sara's eyes lit up, the possibilities running through her mind. Could he be asking her...

"I was just thinking we haven't talked in a while. Are you still talking to the PEAP counsellor?"

"Errr - no. Not any more... why? I'm fine to work." Her tone got defensive.

Grissom just watched her. as if she was another of his bugs, another of his studies, she fascinated him in a way that was both bizarre and expected.

"Okay". Gil's face remained passive, as he watched Sara watch him.

A hint of a smile, and he twisted on his heel, striding back to his office, fully aware of Sara's confused gaze following him.

"Is this another one of your riddles?" Sara had asked. She was pissed, and he could see it. She was pissed at the DA, pissed at the case, pissed at the world.

"One of life's riddles."

Pissed at Grissom.

Grissom was one of life's riddles.

Greg mussed his spikes again in his car mirror, as he steadily drove towards Sara's place. Yeah, he knew he had no chance, but still...

"Catherine, do you think Sara would ever go out with me?"

"Sure", Catherine smiled, "as long as you don't tell her it's a date?"

Greg smiled as the memory. He had tried to ask her out for dinner back then... god that was awkward. Particularly when he bumped into Grissom. When Grissom turned to him, with that ice cold stare, and the whole "You want to clue me in?" line, Greg saw his life flash before his eyes. Somehow he managed to stutter his way through the panic and lie. Kind of.

It wasn't really a lie. Sara & he were going out for dinner. Just, well, not in the way he implied.

It still made Grissom jealous. Totally worth it.

The speakers pumped out the lyrics to The Beautiful People. Marilyn Manson, for all his weirdness was definitely a genius.

Slowly rolling up in front of Sara's flat, he turned down the volume, and switched the song on his iPod. He didn't want to scare her off. Maybe Heart-Shaped Glasses was more appropriate.

Sara ran her fingers through her hair in front if the full-length mirror. She knew Greg was taking her out to see some rock band, but he hadn't really told her much else.

The black jeans hung low on her slender hips, and her smokey make-up highlighted her mahogany eyes.

Greg knocked on the door.

She donned her old leather jacket and stepped out of her room. Well, tonight was going to be interesting to say the least.

Hope you like it so far.. let me know & then I'll know whether to continue. The idea seems great in my head, but not sure what you guys want.

Ideas & reviews are greatly appreciated.

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