A/N- I keep coming up with these little drabbles instead of new chapters for my other stories. Sorry guys. I still hope that you like it, and don't forget to Read and Review!!!
this is like some other one I wrote that title I cant remember right now, but I'm pretty sure this one came first.
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"Grissom, I thought you wouldn't come!" Catherine was suprised to see him at the charity ball.
"I was blackmailed," he mumbled as he sipped his scotch.
"Don't you think it's kinda early for that?" Catherine eyed the glass.
"At one of these, it's never too early."
Catherine let him be as she saw Sara across the room. She had dragged Sara to go shopping with her and had made her promise to come wearing a divine number Catherine had picked out. Sara was currently talking to some cop and looking around the room desperately.
Catherine came up to them.
"Hi, sorry, but I'm going to have to steal her away from you," She smiled as she tugged Sara's arm.
"Thank you so much."
"What can I say, you looked like you were dying."
"I need a drink," Sara launched towards the bar Grissom was at as Catherine was headed in the direction of Warrick, wifeless at the time.
"What happened?!" Sara growl-whispered to Grissom after the bar tender went to go get her drink.
"What do you mean?" he feigned ignorance.
"Didn't you see me over there! I needed your help!"
"Yes, I was enjoying the veiw, and I thought I'd let you dangle for a little since you're the one who made me come to this thing."
"Gee, thanks," Sara mock glared as Brass came up from behind Grissom.
"Hey, Gil, how'd you get here?"
"Drove."
"No, how did someone get you to come?"
"I was blackmailed. Why does everyone think it's so odd that I came?"
"You're never at these things," Brass pointed out, "I see you're hitting the bar already.
"Never too soon."
Brass noticed Sara, "Hey, you're looking stunning, we're going to have to dance later."
"That's what I said," Grissom joked. Brass was the only who knew the couple for a couple after coming over one afternoon and having Grissom's door opened by a Sara Sidle in Grissom's attire.
"Thank you," Sara blushed and looked down at her shoes.
"Uh-oh, Here comes Ecklie," Brass quickly grabbed his drink and left.
"Gil...Sara," he sneered the way he always did.
Sara smiled politely and Grissom returned, "Conrad."
"I didn't expect to see you here, who got you to come?"
"I came of my own accord. Found that I was not...as adament as everyone beleived I should be."
"That's true," Ecklie mumbled and grabbed his drink before leaving to kiss some more ass.
"Asshole," Grissom coughed into his napkin. He smiled at Sara who laughed slightly.
"Do I get that dance now?" Grissom suggested.
"Nope. I'm going to talk to the only sane people here."
"I'll come," Grissom accompanied her to the table where their shift sat.
"Hey guys," Sara sighed as she took a seat.
"Hey, Sar, killer dress. Griss, I didn't expect you to be here," Nick mentioned as he tried to balance an olive on his upper lip from a martini as well as Warrick and Greg.
"Once again, I was blackmailed. What are you guys doing?"
"Spicen' up the night!" Greg exclaimed as his olive fell to the table.
"So, Sara do you want to dance?" Catherine asked.
"Uhhh, what?"
"Do you want to dance?"
"With you?" Sara seemed utterly confused.
"Yeah. C'mon," Catherine snatched her from her seat and Sara stumbled in her heels to the dance floor.
"Cat, uhh, why are we dancing together? You're not...are you?"
"No! But I wanted to talk to you. Grissom came tonight."
"Yeah, I, uh, kinda noticed."
"Well, how about we work together to get you two together?"
"Uhh, Cath, no, that's a bad idea," Sara shook her head and stared at the other woman.
"Why not?"
"I've tried before."
"And?"
"And...what do you think?" Sara became slightly agitated.
"Where you wearing THIS when you tried?"
"No...But, Cath, please, don't go there. Nothing good's going to come out of it."
"Couldn't we at least try?"
"Were you listening?! I already tried."
"Sara, now you have me. I can help."
"No. Drop it."
Sara walked off the floor as the song ended. Catherine trailed behind her and sat down. The three boys had moved on to chugging down sodas. There were three cans in front of Greg, two in front of Nick and Warrick. The food arrived and everyone, began to eat. Sara was in between Greg and Grissom while Catherine sat across from her.
'Ask to dance,' Catherine mouthed while Grissom's head was turned.
Sara shook her head. Catherine looked past Sara, who could feel the icky presence before he spoke.
"Ms. Sidle, would you care to dance?" Ecklie's snotty voice filled the air as Sara pouted to Catherine.
"Ughhh, okayy?" Sara got up and walked over to the floor.
After about thirty seconds of disgusting dancing, Ecklie spoke.
"So, how are you Sara?"
"Fine," Sara thought to herself, Eww, eww, ewww, his divorce is final, isn't it, eww. She had to work not to shudder.
"I believe tha-"
"Excuse me?"
"Gil," Ecklie sneered again.
"May I cut in?"
Ecklie glared at him before forcing a smile and leaving.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou," Sara sighed as she slid into much more comforting arms.
"You can thank me later. Catherine practically shoved me out of my chair."
"Yeah, she's trying to get us together."
"Really, How are her efforts?"
"Horrible. I think she planned Ecklie coming over."
"Well, his divorce is final, and there is not a more beautiful woman in the world."
Sara blushed again and smiled slightly.
"If you would like to sit down, I beleive that the song had ended."
"One more?"
He smiled as she got more comftable, sliding both her arms around his neck as he held her waist.
"Gil?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
He smiled again, "Love you, too."
Sara gave him a gap-toothed smile. She always did when he told her he loved her.
Again, the song ended and the two sat down. Once they did, someone important got hold of a microphone and asked everyone to sit down. After a bunch of blah blah blah and clapping, Sara left to go to the bathroom. Catherine followed.
"So? What did you guys say?"
"Catherine, that's none of your business, and nothing of any importance was said. If you must know, we talked about the weather."
"BS, what did you guys talk about?"
"Okay, fine, you caught us. We were talking about going back to his house after this thing ends and having sex like crazy. Is that the answer that you wanted?"
Catherine huffed out of the room, saying something like, "She's impossible."
Sara smiled at her reflection and admired herself. She did look good tonight. Exiting the bathroom, she ran into Grissom.
"Hey."
"Hey, I was just coming to check if you were okay. Or if Catherine had brain washed you into trying to get with me tonight."
Sara smiled. Grabbing his hand, she led the way outside where the stars and moon were bright away from all the city lights.
Grissom stared at her, "I did tell you that you were beautiful, right?"
"At least five times by now," She brought her attention away from the sky.
"Can you pay me back now?"
"Now?"
He nodded.
"Here?"
He nodded again, "Just one kiss."
"I...don't think that's a good idea."
"One. That's all I want. Just to kiss you while the moonlight hits you perfectly. I usually only get to see you in the moonlight at work. I can't kiss you then, and I want to now."
Sara smiled at him, looking over his shoulder quickly. She grabbed his arm and pulled him further down the porch that surrounded the building.
She smiled at him, "Just one."
He moved closer to her, making her back up into the wall of the building. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his found her waist, as they were before, only now there was almost no space between them. Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers. She pressed into him more so he backed up further, pressing her harder into the wall and against him.
Their lips came apart, and Sara breathed, "Okay, maybe one more."
This time, they met each other, furthering their kiss with their tongues as Grissom's hands slid up her sides. Her hands tangled in the curls of speckled hair.
"See, that wasn't so bad," He panted as she flashed a gap-toothed smile again.
They both turned their heads as they heard a cough. Brass smiled at them.
"You two are aware that there are several important authority figures in the building you're pressed against?"
"Yeah," Sara smirked as she lowered her head.
"Okay, just thought that you ought to know."
"Thanks, Jim," Grissom's face was red.
"Welcome," He sighed as he entered back through the doors.
"I think we should go back inside."
"Do we have to? Can we leave instead?"
"After I spent hours walking through dress stores with Catherine? I don't think so."
As they headed back into the party, Grissom leaned over to Sara's ear whispering, "By the way, I like your underware."
"But, I'm not wearing any," Sara was slightly confused.
"I know," He smiled before sitting down.