If He Won't I Will (Part 1)

Sara Sidle was her way to another boring lecture. She loved forensics but she hated lectures.

She was in line for CSI III but before she could get the promotion she had to attend a series of lectures at the Forensics Academy Conference, she would rather be in the field.

The only thing she hated more than lectures was the professor who gave them. Mr. Williams was about 70 years old and as boring as they come. He nodded off half way through most of the time.

Two other girls came up behind her, "Did you hear Mr. Williams is in the hospital?" "No," the other one said. "Who is taking over?"

"It is a CSI from Las Vegas, his name is Grissom I think. According to Frank he is as boring as Mr. Williams, just not as old."

They both laughed and walked past Sara without saying anything to her. Sara did not care, this was nothing new. Sara was a loner, a book worm.

Sara was brought up in foster care. It seemed she was always getting into trouble when she was a child, she thinks that is why she likes being alone.

The only thing that she loved doing was reading, one day she found one about Crime Scene Investigation (CSI) and from the first word to the last she never put it down.

After that she read everything she could. Her mind was made up, she would become a CSI. She was about to reach her goal, CSI III.

She walked into the classroom. Standing at the front was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He had piercing blue eyes. It was love at first sight, she wished she had left her hair down instead of putting it in a ponytail, it made her look like a teenager.

She could not take her eyes of him. She noticed him looking at her, she flashed him a shy smile and took her seat. "Hello, my name is Gil Grissom," he started.

Sara could not concentrate on anything but his face, and those beautiful eyes. On her paper, instead of taking notes, she wrote MRS. GIL GRISSOM ... MRS. SARA GRISSOM.

Half way through the lecture she decided to ask him to grab a bite to eat with her. After he was finished he asked if anyone had any questions, a few stayed and talked to him.

Sara made sure she was the last one, she asked him every question she could think of about anthropology, trying to get up the nerve.

Just as she was about to ask him one of the other professors came into the room, "Gil, lets go get a bite to eat." Gil looked at him then at Sara, "Sure, if Miss Sidle is finished."

Sara just smiled and said she would see him tomorrow.

At her dorm room that night she could not get him out of her mind. She was glad she had to attend these lectures and she prayed he would be there for the rest of them.

In his hotel room Gil lay on his bed, he was thinking of the most beautiful angel he had ever seen, and that smile. He was in love, a place he was not used to being in. He wished that Roger had not come in when he did because he wanted to ask her out to dinner.

"Don't be an old fool, Grissom," he said out loud. "Why would anyone as young and beautiful as she is want to have anything to do with you."

No matter how hard they tried neither of them slept that night, they were thinking of each other.

The next day Sara could not wait to get to class. Normally she was the last one there, today she was first.

There he was, the love of her life, reading his notes. She purposely dropped her books, he looked up, "Sorry," she said. He had come over to help her pick them up, his hand touched hers, she thought she would melt.

He gave her a smile and said it was OK. He walked back to his desk, "How I would have loved to hold her, not just brush her hand," he said to himself.

After the lecture Gil said, "Miss Sidle, would you please stay for a few minutes?" She nodded, "I will stay with you forever if you ask," she said to herself.

"I see from your records," he said, "That you are a CSI II." "Yes," she replied. "Well I was wondering," he seemed to be having trouble getting his words in the right order.

He could not understand why because that is something he never has trouble with.

"Well what I mean is, because you are already a CSI ... what I mean is, I need someone to help me with my notes and some of my research. You will get extra credit. Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to."

"You damn fool," he said to himself. "Why don't you just ask her out." "Yes, I would love to ... to help you anyway I can," she told him.

"Anything to get to spend more time with you," she said to herself. "Great," he said. "Can you meet me at the library tomorrow? I realize it is Saturday ... Oh you might have other plans, a nice looking young lady like yourself must have a boyfriend,"

"Idiot," he cursed to himself. "No," she said. He looked at her, did she see a hint of disappointment in his eyes? "I mean, 'NO' I don't have a boyfriend and 'YES' I can meet you there."

"Smooth, Sidle," she said to herself. "Why did you say that? Well at least he know she is not attached."

"Good I will see you around 10am, I have a call I need to make at 9." "Your wife?" boy did she stick her foot in it this time. "No, I am not married, I have to follow up on an investigation."

"Now that was a foolish thing to say," he said to himself. "Oh well, at least she knows you are not attached."

The next day Sara was in the library at 10 minutes to 10. The lady nodded to her, at 10 o'clock on the dot Gil came in. They went to a table in the back so as not to bother anyone else.

"Control yourself Grissom," he said. He sat next to her enjoying her beauty and her smell. He wondered how her kiss would taste.

More than once he 'accidentally' let their hands touch. Sara was enjoying this, she would have done anything he asked. It was near noon when he said, "Do you know a place close by where someone could get something to eat?"

She said she did, "How about we go there?" he asked. "That is the least I can do considering I am taking up your Saturday." "I would love to," she said with a big smile. To herself she said, "I love you."

Sara was in her dorm room when her cell phone rang. She wished it was Grissom, but it was her supervisor.

"Sara," he said. "I know you need to attend these lectures, but there is a case that needs an entomologist and I know that Dr. Grissom is one. I would like you to go see him and ask him if he would come with you to help us out."

"I will ask him and call you," she told him. She called the hotel and asked for his room. Sara told Gil what was needed, he said he would be glad to help.

He asked if she could come and get him. She told him she would be there is 15 minutes. She called her supervisor then left to pick up Gil.

On the drive neither one said much but they were both thinking, thinking about each other. Gil just could not get over how beautiful she was and how hard it was for him to believe that he had fallen so hard.

Sara was impressed with, not only his looks, but how much passion he put into his work. She was in love, there was no doubt.

At the lab Sara went into the office, "Frank Miller, Dr. Grissom." Frank shook Gil's hand, "have a seat." They both sat down, Miller gave Grissom a folder and told him about the case. Sara and Grissom left to go to the scene.

He gathered the bug evidence and Sara took care of everything else. Gil was amazed at how well she did her job, she put her whole self into it.

Not only was she beautiful but she was a dedicated CSI too. Back at the lab Sara was processing her evidence and Gil his, one of her co-workers came in, "Sidle, I thought you were in school," he said laughing.

"I was, but you guys can't get along without me." "Who is you friend?" he asked. "This is Dr. Grissom, he is the professor who is giving the lectures and an entomologist. This is Bobby," she said.

They shook hands, "Oh, yeah Frank said he wanted to call in a specialist to help out with the Wilson case," Bobby said and then he left.

"SIDLE?" Gil said. "I do not think that is the proper way for a man to address a lady." "I don't pay much attention to him," she said as she blushed.

Gil excused himself to the restroom, there he saw Bobby. "Excuse me, Bobby," he said. "But I do not think you show any manners addressing a young lady the way you do."

Bobby laughed, "I can tell you don't know her very well. She is more a man than a lady, always losing her temper, a big loner, telling Miller off. She can out drink any of us."

"Unless you are afraid she is more of man than you are I suggest you address her the way a lady should be," Gil said.

It was near 10pm and they were both getting tired. "You can crash on my sofa if you want to," Sara told Grissom. "I would not want to inconvenience you," he said.

"No problem," she said. "I am also concerned about ruining your reputation. I mean a young lady with a man spending the night ... what would your neighbors think?"

"I don't really care what they think. You are welcome to stay if you want, if not I will take you to your hotel." "Thank you, I accept your invitation," he told her.

At her apartment she showed him around and then handed him some towels and said he could shower while she got the sofa ready.

She pulled it out and made it up. After he showered they said their goodnights. She showered and went to bed but she could not sleep, all she could think of was Gil.

He was sleeping in the next room, how she wished he was next to her. Gil was not sleeping either, he was thinking the same thing.

Sara woke up a few minutes before the alarm went off. She put on her robe and went to make coffee. She stopped at the sofa and stood looking at him, she smiled.

How she wished she had the nerve to cuddle next to him, what would he do? Would he cuddle with her or take offence to it?

She went into the kitchen and made coffee and fixed pancakes with fruit.

"Good morning," Gil said. She loved the way he looked, hair all messed up and rubbing sleep from his eyes, he looked like a small child standing there.

She told him to sit and they ate. Sara could not understand why he was smiling, little did she know that he dreamt they made love.

For the next week he stayed with her. After they left the lab he would sit at her desk and review his notes or use his laptop.

She loved having him there, just like they were married, well almost. Although she dreamt of it, they never made love. After everything was put together and presented to the DA, Miller and the DA thanked Grissom for his help and he and Sara were on their way back.

"I want to thank you for letting me stay at your place," Gil told Sara. "My privilege," she said.

Gil felt a closeness to her, an intimacy he had never felt with another woman. He had not sexually touched her, but he felt as if he had, that is how much he cared for her.

The lectures lasted for six weeks and Sara spent as much time as she could with Gil. She never realized how good it felt to be near someone you really cared for.

Back in her apartment Sara felt lonely. She could see him sleeping on the sofa and sitting at the desk. She could smell his after shave.

She went into the bathroom to gather up the towels to take to the laundry room, she picked up the last one he had used, his smell was still on it.

She inhaled deeply and smiled. Under the pile of towels she found one of his shirts that he must have forgotten.

She got undressed and put it on, it smelt like him. She liked the way it felt next to her skin. She pulled out the sofa and snuggled under the sheet. Everything smelt of him.

That night she dreamt of him, dreamt of them making love. A dream that she thought could never come true.