Disclaimer: I don't profit from them, I didn't create them, blah blah blah…
Rating: R
Author's Notes: This is a few chapters long ficlet that I have decided to write.
I got this idea from the DarkDreamer and Anushka. I'll insert the quote here: DD "I bet one of them has a spare set of handcuffs lying around," and Anushka "Emotional pain" towards Grissom. Well, I don't know if it will just be emotional pain (more like scarring.)
Sweet Preserves: "yay for cold Canadian weather." I know what you mean. It seems that the West Coast has bipolar since the other day it was sunny and hot but now it has been raining for the past few days. I know there were a few grammar errors but it was eleven o'clock at night and I didn't feel like editing seven pages after I just wrote them. But I will edit that soon and fix it. Thank you! And in regards to the "yes, but how long?" …-drools- A girl can only dream. You see, I wrote those few words and then I was like "Wow that sounds so bad."
Dedications: To DD and Anushka.
Chapter One: And So It Begins
Cool smooth and reflective, a forsaken pair of handcuffs laid on the table of the break room, just waiting to be taken. Sara eyed them cautiously of the rim of her coffee as she sipped at its hot contents and reminisced in how the confining handcuffs felt around her wrists. But she was more interested in what Nick would think of them around his wrists or locked to the bed frame. There was a voice inside of her begging her to snatch them up and slip them into her jacket pocket but she shook the idea loose. That was when she made a deal with herself: if they were there by the ends of shift, untouched and unclaimed, she would take them. She knew that someone would eventually come looking for them but if she used them for that night and then brought them back the following shift, she doubted there was going to be any real trouble, just as long as she didn't get caught.
Finishing up her coffee, Sara stood up and left the used mug in the sink for her to clean later… when she came back for the cuffs. As she began to leave the room, her eyes remained fixed the gleaming pair of steel bracelets, mumbling that she would be back for them later.
That was something she always resented about being a CSI: she wasn't allowed to have a pair of handcuffs since legally, she couldn't arrest anyone. In fact, CSIs weren't supposed to carry guns on them and that had been the way until a few years ago when they made it mandatory to know how to use a loaded weapon. That she didn't mind much. Sara felt slightly more protective at crime scenes and the knowledge was always nice to have.
She slipped into the lab where she knew Greg would be. He was standing before the row of machines, drumming his fingers impatiently on the table that they sat perched on. A little beep gave and that was when a large grin swept across his face. Before he could pick up the paper that had just printed, Sara snatched it up and scanned it quickly, not missing the disappointed look on the lab technician's face.
"I've been waiting for that for over an hour."
Handing it over to him, she replied, "So have I. Thanks Greg."
"So did I break the case?" he hollered after her, Sara already down the hall.
She glanced over her shoulder, meeting his eyes through the glass wall, shaking her head. "No, you told me what I already knew."
It was a lie, of course, but Greg didn't know any different. They needed scientific evidence that Lena Anderson was the daughter of David Wood since the obvious physical similarities between the two would not pass up in court.
Her head whipped to side when she heard a knock on the glass. Sometimes, she hated the fact that almost every wall in the lab was made of glass and see-through. Nick smiled at her widely and raised an eyebrow in question.
"Seven alleles," she mouthed to him, watching his grin widen as she told him.
Her coworker went back to whatever evidence he was processing, Sara couldn't quite see it over the file cabinet that hindered her view, and she went straight to Grissom's office, hoping that he was in there. In fact, she knew he was in there doing paperwork and lots of it. He was probably the only one who enjoyed doing, though Sara didn't mind it, but not the only one to be completely engrossed in work that everything seemed to cease to exist.
The knuckles of her fist made a loud sound when they connected with the door to her boss's office and when she heard the even "come in," Sara opened the door, smiling at the sight of her boss – doing paperwork.
"Good evening Sara," he nodded, gazing with his blue eyes at her over the edge of his glasses. "What can I help you with?"
There had been a plan, a very devious and utterly devastating plan, brewing in her mind ever since she saw the handcuffs. She doubted it would work and knew that her job would be on the line in doing it but somehow, she felt safe in the position that she would be in. Her point would be clear and blatant for even the king of oblivious, Gil Grissom.
"I was thinking, how would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"
There was a small pause in which he placed his pen down flat on his paper and looked up at her, sitting straight in his chair.
"Are you asking me out, Sara?"
"Only if you want me to."
She could all but see the wheels turning in his mind and when he smiled warmly at her, something that was completely unlike the emotionless man she was used to working with, Sara knew that he would not say no.
"How about you come over to my place? I'll make us this recipe that I have been waiting to make."
"Sounds lovely," Sara smiled, hoping that it appeared genuine.
"How about three thirty?"
That was always the problem with working graveyard; one's clock was backwards with the rest of the world.
"How about after shift?"
It was a bold and daring move for Sara but she wanted plenty of time before shift, not just a couple of hours.
He nodded; thrilled that she was slightly persistent.
"That sounds great."
With a smile that was more devious and sly than happy and cheerful, Sara slipped out of the seat that she had taken, making her way to the door.
"I'll wear something nice," she threw over her shoulder before closing the door after her.
A part of her was wondering what Nick would say if she found out what she was doing. But she wasn't going to cheat, oh no. She had a plan and it would work out perfectly but right now, she had to get back on her case in hopes of passing the time until the end of shift.
They sat there, untouched and unclaimed to Sara's delight. She made sure that no one was coming as she slipped the set of handcuffs into her jacket pocket and then leisurely strolled out of the break room, hardly looking like she just stole something.
It was already settled that Sara would meet Grissom at his place after she went home and "freshened up." She needed a change of clothes, some make-up and few other essentials for dinner with Grissom.
In the locker room, Sara ran into Nick and tried to play everything cool. Lately, he had been coming back to her place or she had gone back to his place to sleep since things had been going very well in their relationship. The last thing she wanted to do was screw things up with Nick but she needed to get a few things off of her chest so to speak before they went any further.
"My place or yours?" he murmured against her ear, his hands resting on her hips, as he stood very close behind her.
"Actually Nick, I have plans."
"Oh."
He didn't seem putdown or anything, just a little surprised that she would be going anywhere besides in bed with him after shift.
"I'm having dinner with Grissom at his place."
She had to be honest. Nick deserved that much.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He invited me over for dinner after I asked him if him and I could get something to eat. There's a few things that I need to tell him, Nick. I –"
"Sara, I understand."
There was no hurt in his warm, chestnut eyes but understanding and compassion. Nick knew that their boss was an ass to Sara when Grissom knew that hse had had feelings for him. The two had never really talked about it and Nick could tell that there were a few things she needed to get rid of. It was a factor that had made Nick think twice about when he started to date her. Grissom hurt her, despite how much he didn't mean to or realize. But it was done and it had left its ugly mark.
"Thank you."
"Tell me how it goes?" he asked, cupping her face with his large, warm hand.
She nodded faintly and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his lips softly before taking him in deeper, wrapping her arms around his neck. As Warrick entered the room, he got a good look of Sara and Nick kissing passionately. The woman was pressed hard up against the lockers with Nick's hands gripping her behind tightly and Warrick could have sworn that Nick was slowly grinding his hips into her pelvis. Now if only Catherine would have a raging libido inside the lab instead of out, Warrick found himself thinking.
"Try to keep it PG, folks," smirked Warrick, keeping his eyes down as he opened his locker.
The couple quickly broke apart, embarrassed and slightly flushed from the shock and desire that coursed through their bodies.
"Just be glad that Grissom didn't walk in."
"Thanks, War," muttered Nick, slapping his friend on the shoulder as Nick left with his other arm draped loosely around Sara's waist.
The Texan escorted Sara out to the parking lot where he gave her a lingering kiss goodbye, her back against the driver's door of the Denali. He murmured to her that he would miss waking up with her beside him and she blushed, whispering that she would miss it too.
"Don't have to much fun," Nick said lightly, closing the door for her.
Sara rolled down the window and leaned out, kissing his forehead. "I could say the same to you."
Nick watched the Denali being driven out of the parking lot of the crime lab and he didn't retire to his own vehicle until Sara's was completely out of sight. He didn't know what to make of his girlfriend, and wow how that sounded strange yet right for him to say, having dinner with the man that she once had strong feelings for. Nick trusted her, without a doubt but he didn't know whether he trusted Grissom, the man that seemed to have taken an interest in her ever since she started seeing Nick.
