Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. I do not make money with writing Fan Fiction.
AN: I wrote this for my own pleasure, lol. Finally I really had fun writing something again. (Probably this is why not many people will like this, because that usually happens when I like my own stories too much). It's not full of fluff like most of the stories I love the most :sigh: so no fluff warning.
Summary: first of all, this is a post 6x12 fan fic.
second, Sara and Grissom have a conversation that might lead to something more.
behind closed doors (part one?)
Sara sat in the break-room, glad that she finally had time to eat something. When Grissom appeared in the door she sensed that, again, her lunch had to wait, what did not make her mood any better.
"Sara?" He asked after a while, knowing all too well that Sara pretended to ignore him.
"Yes?" She looked up for a second, glancing back at her sandwich and then back at Grissom.
He sat down on a chair, the table between them. He leaned on his elbow and surveyed her expression. He tilted his head a bit and raised an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"
"I don't like it when someone watches me while I try to eat." She answered after a moment.
"Oh." He gave a shrug. "Then I wont watch."
"Grissom…do you want something or are you just here to keep me away from having lunch? I didn't eat anything in ten hours, I would even accept one of your chocolate covered grasshoppers."
"Listen, I know you're mad at me, I just don't know why. So, you know, it would make it much easier when you would simply tell me what I did wrong and then I will make it right and we can please carry on and…"
Okay, now he really sounded desperate and still being everything but over him, Sara just couldn't stand seeing him as desperate as he was. But she had promised herself to not let him do this to her again, he always made her leave the path she had chosen, he always made her do what she did not want to do, he always made her change her mind about what she wanted and did not want. "Some things in life are just not… changeable."
Grissom swallowed hard. "About what you said while we were discussing the phone call track lists…"
"…about when she called whom?" She asked, well knowing to which sentence he was actually referring.
"No about people who…" He cleared his throat and didn't know whether or not he could look at her. "…about people who should not be together."
"Oh that." She pretended to be surprised.
"Yeah. What did you mean with that?" He asked after a moment, knowing that she wouldn't continue to speak.
"You wouldn't ask if you would not already know." She tilted her head to the right. "Would you?"
He opened his mouth to say something, but then he kept still.
"Are you speechless or do you just not know which quote to use?" She crossed her legs and bit into her sandwich. After she put the rest back on the plate she wiped a bit of remolade off her lips with her index finger, then she licked it off, her eyes not leaving Grissom, knowing that this drove him insane. She could see how hard he swallowed and how he tried to find the right words to say, but now he seemed to be really speechless. She was close to get a really guilty conscience. But on the other hand, what had he done to her in all these years?
Silence, for a long time. She didn't care that much, at least she could eat her sandwich now, he was staring at the wall behind her, so that didn't bother her either.
After almost half an hour he found his words back. "I think that some people should be together." His voice was soft and he sounded insecure, but this time it felt like he didn't try to hide it.
"Really?" She did not mean to sound so ironic, she regret it in the moment she had spoken it out, this was the first time that Gil Grissom sat in front of her in his full vulnerability.
The expression in his eyes became sad. Sara swallowed hard. "I'm sorry." She whispered, not knowing if he heard it because he did not react. She waited a moment until she just couldn't bear it anymore. "Gil?"
"Yeah?"
"I said that I'm sorry." This drove her insane. She had tried to finally break the bonds that kept drawing her to him, but still he managed to keep her close, to change her mind.
"I heard you." Their eyes met for a moment and she knew that he felt how confused she was. "You don't have to be sorry. Sara we both know that you have all the right in the world to be even more than mad at me. When you… said this sentence, that some people shouldn't be together…I knew that you were talking about us. And… and I just can't agree with you on this, because I think that we should be together."
He was shocked that he had just said what he had not even admitted to himself until just a couple of weeks ago, Sara could easily tell. His hands began to shake and he tried to avoid to look at her. But at the same time she knew that it had freed him from something that he had carried with him for a long time, he felt relieved, she just knew it because his breathing got slower and more calmed.
"I know you…don't believe me." He left his seat. "When you'd let me, I can… I could show you that I'm not always an asshole."
Sara sighed. "You're not an asshole. You can be…nice. I mean…you… you were there for me after my suspension and also after I was arrested after the DUI. I'll never forget that." She forced a soft smile. "Damn I wanted to be mad at you…but I just don't manage to do that."
Grissom smirked. "You could have fun with me… I can be a funny guy."
Sara bit down on her bottom lip.
"What?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Well I would know such a good response to this, but…"
"…no but." He got more confident.
Sara chuckled. "I wanted to say that I didn't know that Shakespeare published a book called 'the one-hundred funniest jokes of the Elizabethan era'…but now when I said it I am glad that I didn't say it how I meant it when I thought about saying it at first…never mind."
"Lets have dinner." Grissom suggested.
"I just had lunch." Then she realized what he meant. Her heart started to beat faster and she gasped for air, hoping he wouldn't notice that the nervousness had just hit her. "When?"
"Tomorrow evening is my day off and yours too, as far as I know. What do you think of spending it in a restaurant instead of in-front of the police scanner?"
"Pick me up at seven." She smiled brightly. He nodded and left, with a soft grin on his lips. She watched him through the windows until he disappeared behind the blinds of his office. Her heart was literally jumping, she would go to a date with Gil Grissom. Finally.
THE END / TBC? don't know, tell me if you liked it and maybe I'll think about writing a second part... please also tell me what you did not like (I know my grammar and spelling can be a curse, but what can I do, I'm not a native speaker and I hate working with beta-readers because that always causes writing blockades in my head. But I am giving my best, really...)
