Summary: What if Gil started pursuing Sara after he had a revelation of what she really meant to him? Will she let him in so easily or will he be too late? Takes Place Around Season 2 A/U
Setting: Season 2 Episode: Scuba Doobie- Doo This begins with the famous scene where Sara wipes chalk off of Grissom's cheek.
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She's A Lady
Chapter 1
I can't take it anymore. I know am not wrong this time. I know the son-of-a-bitch abused and killed his wife, but we need her body and more evidence. He was playing with us, and he knew where the body was hidden. It ticks me off. I take off outside after we hit another dead end.
I need to calm down. It isn't going to help me if I winded myself up in the hospital and can't work the case. I lean against the brick wall to check my pulse.
"You ok.' Sara asks walking up to me.
"Ninety- five," I huff out my pulse rate.
"Excuse me?" She has no idea what I was talking about. I explain myself getting angry with myself for not solving the case already.
"Normally my pulse is seventy. When it gets to ninety- five, I realize how mad I am. I have ten people working around the clock on this thing."
"You're too hard on yourself," she tells me. She reassures me that it isn't my fault, but it bothers me too much.
"No, no. I'm not mad at me. There's a body in there and that guy knows where it is!"
I am trying not to explode my anger at her, but I can't stop my feelings from showing, when I am around her. She wasn't running away when my voice started to rise.
"What's your pulse at now?"
She smiles. I breathe out and close my eyes and try to relax.
"You want to take a walk around the block? Get some air?"
"No," I shake my head. I need to finish the case before I can take a break.
"Clear your head..."
"I'm fine," I tell her.
"Okay."
I feel something soft touch my cheek. It's her hand. I take in a huge breath. I'm not sure how to take this. I look up and see her eyes staring back at me. Her eyes show me where hope still lies.
"Chalk ... from plaster," she removes her hand away. I feel lost again. Her warmth is gone.
"Oh," I say bringing my own hand to wipe my cheek and look back at my hand. I don't see any plaster. I look back at her piercing gaze.
"Better go wash up," she goes back into the apartment, leaving me behind.
What the hell just happened? My hands are shaking form the interaction with Sara.
I walk back into the house. My throat is dry. I notice that Mr. Evans hot water has nothing coming out, but his cold is fine. This humors me.
"Jim, when did Cliff say he lost his hot water?"
"He wasn't specific about the date," Jim tells me.
"We had some hot water problems. The plumber is coming on Saturday," he comments. He is hiding something. I can read right through him.
"My uncle Hurb was a plumber. I think I can help you out. Where are the water tanks?" I don't even know where I got the uncle Hurb from. I don't even have an uncle.
"In the basement, but a plumber is coming Saturday," he is getting edgy.
I go down with Jim and Mr. Evans to check it out.
"There's a filtration system, but no interruption in the cold water line, but the Super has cut off the water from the hot water tank to the filtration system," I note. I guess I could have been a plumber.
"I had no choice. It's wasn't working."
I knock on the tank.
"It's hollow, but this one isn't."
I open it to revealing the body of a woman inside, covered in bugs. We got him.
Mr. Evans comments on the evidence that was revealed, "She nagged me."
I am happy that we caught the guy, but upset at the same time. Sara's feelings for victim are wearing off on me. What is she doing to me? My hands start to tremor again. I try to hold them still by holding them together in fists.
I move out of my seat and get some food out of the fridge and sit with one of the beetles that made it possible for us to solve the case. I look up from my food, when I see Nick and Sara standing in the doorway of my office.
"Hey," Sara greets me first and smiles. I smile back. I melt in my chair. This is not good.
"Gris, the team is heading out to the diner. Do want to join us?"
I am about to yes, because I want to spend ever second with Sara. I hold back. She's going to walk out on you and you won't be able to pick up the pieces, the voice repeats in the back of my head. I try to shake it off.
I make up a lame excuse to distance myself from human contact, "I already have a lunch partner. The beetle solved the case," I try to smile. She frowns at me. She is disappointed… because of me.
"Ok, Gris. See you later," Nick says his goodbye and takes Sara with him out the door. I start to eat my meal again when she comes back. She walks right through the doorway and slams the door behind her shut without my consent and sits herself down in the seat in front of me. The room is still shaking from the force of slam.
"Um, hello again?" I answer my voice filled with sarcasm, and a little frightened. I am happy that she returned though for some reason.
"Why won't you come to the diner? Is it me?"
I give her a blank. How can she point me out so obviously?
"I told you why," I say annoyed.
"Don't tell me that bull shit," she shoots back with anger.
"Sara, I have no clue about what you are talking about," I answer back dumbly.
"You know that I have feelings for you, and you just try to play it off like there is nothing there," she is getting upset. I get up. I can't will my feet to walk to her and hold her. I move to the door, ready to walk away. I open the door slightly until she shuts it on me.
I'm against the wall with her body close to mine, not giving me an escape. I try to move, but her body is firm against mine.
"Sara, please let me leave," I plead. She doesn't move from her stance.
"No, Grissom. I have had enough, tell me, so I know if you want there to be an us," she begs. Tears are staring to form in her eyes. She is still angry.
She moves her hand to my cheek. I feel the warmth return to my body. I no longer feel like one of the dead bodies in the morgue.
I need to tell her no, now. I can't get it out.
She moves her fingers down tracing from my neck to my stomach. I stuck in the air again to keep myself lifeless. She smirks, because she knows what she is doing to me. She goes lower to my cock, which is starting to grow under her touch. It twitches under her fingers. She moves back. I move away from the door. I let the breath out that I didn't know I was holding. She lets her head go to the side to fully look at me.
She moves forward and kisses my lips softly. I don't move. She pulls back when I do not recuperate the kiss, as hard as it is for me. I'm killing myself inside.
"I guess I have my answer." I no longer see that hope in her eyes. She walks out the door. I can tell she is trying to hold back the tears, but is crying on the inside. I give my self a few minutes to calm down. Sara…...
I look through the lab, the locker room, and break room, but no Sara. I run to the parking lot to find her car still there. I run to it. I see her in her car crying. She notices me coming.
She starts the engine and is gone.
"Sara," I yell out, running after the car until she is out of sight.
I head to my car and start my engine to go after her when my cell phone rings.
"What!" I answer with anger.
"I need your help on a case. It's an emergency. There are bugs," Warrick whispers. He is hurt from my anger.
"I'm sorry for my outburst Warrick. I'll be in the lab in a few minutes," I say closing my phone.
"Shit," I shout punching the car door. My hands start to tremble again.
A few more profane words I curse under my breath. I think I broke my hand.
I attempt to move my hand. "Fuck me," I murmur in pain letting my head rest on the steering wheel.