Author's note: I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!
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You are the Woman that I've Always Dreamed Of…
Chapter 1:
"I knew it from the moment you pretended to wipe the chalk dust from my face" Grissom said quietly to the brunette sitting comfortably against him on his overstuffed leather sofa.
"Was I that obvious?" she replied.
"Well dear, yes" he said, "I have to tell you that I've always known that I had deep feelings for you. I just thought that things changed after you moved here."
Sara smiled at him. She thought this had been the case, but he would never admit it before today.
"Surely you don't think I would move all the way to Vegas just for a job?" she said, "I was doing fine where I was!"
"I know." he agreed, "You were doing more than fine! I just thought that after Holly died, and all of the changes started happening, that the playing field had changed."
"It had," she agreed. "But if you had followed the evidence, you would have known!"
"Sara, are you still recording everything I say?" they both chuckled.
"This has been quite a day," she sighed.
"Absolutely" he agreed, "One of the worst and then best days ever."
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It was only a few hours ago that they had been on a crime scene together. A robbery. On the surface, it seemed simple, so Grissom had assigned the job to Sara as a solo job. But it had quickly changed.
"Grissom," he said gruffly into the phone.
"Gil its Brass" said Jim. His voice was very serious.
"What's up Jim?" he replied.
"We got a problem," Brass answered. "Sara's being held hostage at the Quick Stop. Apparently the robber came back, shot the uniform and is now threatening to kill Sara and his other hostages too if he isn't given safe passage to Mexico."
"I'll be right there," Griss answered as he snapped the phone shut.
He didn't remember the route he took to get to the Quick Stop, but he was there in no time. Grissom didn't often use the police lights, but this time, the lights and the siren were used liberally. He found Brass and was brought up to speed by the investigator.
"How's Sara?" Grissom asked.
"You know, she's tough. She'll be fine. We just need to get her out of there before he does something stupid," Brass stated, clearly making things sound better for Grissom's sake.
Brass, not usually one to beat around the bush, knew about Grissom's feelings for Sara. He also knew about Sara's feelings for Grissom. He'd given Grissom several kicks to try and get him to act on his feelings, but Grissom was stubborn and in denial about his relationship with Sara. Brass often thought his best friend could have a form of Aspersers syndrome because he was always so socially awkward. But over the past two years, Brass had seen him get better. He attributed much of Grissom's improvement to Sara. He never worried about them finding each other. With patience, he knew that it would work out. Fate. True Love. It was just meant to be.
But now he was worried.
They walked to the police barricade and tried to see what was happening inside the store. Sara was clearly talking to the robber. They could see two other women inside the store. They were both crying.
"She just asked the robber to let the other hostages go and keep her," Grissom said to Brass.
"You are telepathic now?" Brass asked, sarcastically.
"I read lips." Grissom reminded him.
"Let's find the negotiator," said Brass as he moved forward to the crime scene.
They found the negotiator, Erica Lundy, and introduced themselves. She explained that she was in the process of trying to make contact, but that the perp was refusing to answer the phone.
Gil appeared to be focused solely on the store.
He looked at Brass and solemnly told him "She's trying to get him to release the other hostages and just keep her!"
Erica looked at the two men, puzzled.
"This CSI can read lips," Brass explained to Erica, "He just read that his CSI, the hostage, is saying that she wanted him to let the other two hostages go."
"Is she able to protect herself?" Erica asked Jim and Gil.
"She's more than capable," Brass answered.
"Let's go with her idea then," Erica answered as she grabbed the megaphone from the cop's hand.
"Spencer" she said with a firm tone in her voice "Pick up the phone and let's talk."
She tried the number again, this time, a woman picked up the line.
"Sidle," Sara responded.
"Sidle, are you the CSI?" Erica asked.
"Affirmative," Sara replied.
"Are you ok?" Erica asked her.
"Affirmative," she replied again. Erica could hear the stress in her voice.
"Can you ask Spencer a question for me?" Erica asked.
"I'll check," Sara answered. Erica heard Sara speaking to the robber. "Spencer, the police want to know if I can speak for you?" Erica could tell that Spencer was getting agitated. She had been doing this work for long enough to know the warning signs.
Sara came back to the phone. "He said he wants a chopper to take him to Mexico and $500,000.00 cash within two hours or else…"
"Sara, did you just ask Spencer to let the other two hostages go?" Erica asked quietly.
"Affirmative" Sara replied. She tried to conceal the confusion in her voice.
"Your friend, Grissom, is here" Erica replied, "and he read your lips! Do you think you can try again to get the hostages out?"
"Affirmative" Sara replied.
Catherine stepped up behind the trio. Her face showed the concern she had for Sara and her situation.
"Anything we can do to help?" she asked Brass and Grissom.
"Not yet" said Brass. "Looks like Sara has everything under control."
As if on cue, the four of them looked at the door of the convenience store. A bell sounded and the door opened. The police had their guns drawn and were ready to take any action necessary, but when they realized what was happening, they lowered their weapons.
The two women were coming out of the store.
A round of applause rose from the group of spectators that had accumulated behind the crime scene tape. Some of the reporters joined in.
The women were quickly escorted to a waiting ambulance and rushed to Desert Palms for medical attention.
"Cath," Grissom said, "Go to Desert Palms and process those two witnesses!'
"I'll call you the minute I get any news," she said and jumped into the waiting Denali.
"Ok," Erica spoke quietly, "Let's get your CSI out of there!"