Chapter 1
All shift yesterday Gil had flirted with Sara so she decided that now would be a good time to ask him out. Sara walked to his office with all intensions of saying something about grabbing a bite to eat but when she called his name the look in his eyes made her change her mind. "Yes," Gil said, with a look that was ice cold. "Um, just wanted to say good night," Sara said, having to say something so she did not feel like a total jerk.
"I can't stand this any longer," Sara said throwing down the book she was trying to read. "First he is hot then ice cold. He has had more then enough time to decide what he wants to do. I am not going to sit around and waste any more of my life on him. Gilbert Grissom can just, who cares what he does, certainly not me."
Sara picked up the phone and called a friend of hers, "Hey Betty, is Larry still looking for a date?" Her best friend had been begging her to go out with her brother now for the longest, but Sara always turned her down, hoping Gil would ask her out.
"He sure is," Betty said. "I'll have him pick you up at 6:30. You two can grab a bite to eat and (at this point Betty giggled) let nature take its course."
"Thanks," Sara said. She hung up the phone and picked up the book again. Suddenly her mind drifted back - back to the first time she lied eyes on Professor Gilbert Grissom. Those eyes, she got lost in them, they are the deepest blue. His voice, man it did something to her that no man has ever been able to do with his hands.
"Stop it," she said to herself. She had to stop thinking about him, but how? She loves him. Glancing at her watch she realizes it is 5, an hour and a half till Larry shows up. Standing in the shower she remembers the phone call that brought her to Vegas. He said he needed her, that was all he had to say. She gave up everything to be near him and still he did nothing.
She knows he cares for her, she can see it in his eyes. "Why the hell can't he just come out and say what I know he feels," she wonders out loud.
It is 6:15 and she is dressed and ready for her date, the door bell rings. "You are early," she says opening the door. Her eyes can't believe it, Grissom. "I guess I am interrupting something," he said very embarrassed. "I have a date for dinner and a movie tonight," she said cursing herself for ever asking to have Larry pick her up. "Is there something I can help you with?" she asked.
"Uh no, not really," he said turning and walking away. As he hurried down her walk he bumped into a young man coming up it. "Must be her date," he said to himself. Getting in his car he slams the door, "Damn it. You sure messed things up this time."
He had gone to Sara's to ask her out, he had finally decided to act on how he felt. "Looks like I was wrong," he says, "I guess she does not care."
"Who was that?" Larry asks looking back at Gil. "My supervisor," Sara tells him excepting the flowers he hands her. "Flowers!" she says to herself. How she hates them, she would rather have a plant, at lest it is alive.
Sitting in the movie theater she remembers the first time Gil took her to see a movie. It was an old black and white movie shown in an old movie house in San Francisco. She smiles as she remembered how he shyly put his arm on the back of her seat.
"My god, Sara," she said to herself, "Get your mind where it belongs."
After the movie they were sitting in the diner, Larry was asking about the movie. She could not remember anything about it because all she could think of was Gil. "It was fine," she tells him trying to make polite conversation. They eat in relative silence.
The next thing she knows they are standing at her door, he is saying something about how great a time he had and perhaps they could do it again. She does not answer. He goes to kiss her but she turns her cheek to him.
Larry quickly decides that this evening is going no further and leaves, "I have to have a talk with Betty," he said, getting into his car, "She said Sara was hot and ready for anything. Ha! She is more like a cold fish."
She changes into a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, picks up her book again. "Damn you Gil," she says. He is on her mind every minute of every day. "There can be no one for me but him," she says sighing. "I don't care if it takes a million years, I will wait for you." In his townhouse Gil is sitting on his sofa, his head in his hands, "I have to fix this, some how I have to. I love her to much to loose her.
At work the next day Sara is avoiding Gil, he is not sure why but he has a pretty good idea.
He needs to know how things went but "You just can't blurt it out." He finally catches her in the hall, "How was your date last night?"
"Fine," is all she will say. Gil shakes his head and heads down the hall toward Questioned Documents. Betty works there, her back is to the door. As Gil comes in he overhears her conversation with her brother.
"Are you and Sara going out again? Did you do IT?" she asks him. "No and you have got to be kidding. She would not even let me kiss her. Her mind was a million miles away. I asked her what she thought about the movie and she said 'It made her laugh'."
"So?" Betty said. "It was not a comedy," Larry said.
"Oh," Betty said finally getting what he meant.
"At diner I asked her how her stake was, she said 'Great'."
"Wait," Betty said, "She is a vegetarian."
"My point exactly. She was eating fish."
"I will talk to her," Betty told her brother. "Don't bother, if I can't get into a girls pants the first date she is not worth my time."
That upset Gil, he cleared his throat. "Miss Miller, do you have my results for me on the Henderson Case?"
"Yes sir," she said quickly handing him a paper. "They were both written by the same person." Gil thanked her and walked away smiling, "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she does care."
In his office he calls Sara, "I need to see you about the Henderson Case when you have a minute."
"I am not busy," she tells him, "I will be right there." "You needed?" she said coming into his office.
"You," he said to himself. "QD said both suicide notes were written by the same person and made to look like they were not. It seems that the Henderson's were murdered, not a double suicide."
Sara smiled, "You thought that all along," she told him. He shifted in his seat, trying to think of a way to ask her out.
"If that is all I will get Brass and go back to the house," she said starting to turn away.
"Do it now," Gil tells himself. "No," he says. "About last night, I am sorry if I …."
"It is alright," Sara says. "It was only dinner and a movie. I doubt I will see him again." "Sidle, why in the hell did you say that?" she thought to herself. She starts to go again, Gil reaches and touches her shoulder.
"The real reason I came by your place was I was wondering if you would like to see a movie with me? I remember how much you like that old black and white we seen and - well the MOVIE PALACE is having a double feature tomorrow night. We are both off and I thought we could catch a movie and grab a bite to eat."
His heart stops as he waits for her to say something. "I would love it," she says giving him that smile he loves so much.
