Something in Red
I don't own anything, not even the title, that belongs to Angela Kaset, I just heard it and thought 'Fan Fic!'
Chapter One: Something in Red
Sara stared at the dress hanging from her closet door. At the time she'd thought that buying it was a brilliant idea. Trying it on in the shop she had felt spectacular; deep burgundy material which reached just below her knees and was smooth and cool against her skin.
Now, as she dressed for the L.V.P.D. Christmas Ball, she was having doubts. Normally the only time she dressed up was for court appearances. And that was only because she had to! She didn't usually go to the Christmas Ball, it just wasn't her thing – she'd made the effort during her first year in Las Vegas but had always managed to work on the night of the event since then.
What was so special about this year then?
Well, she'd maxxed out on her overtime for this month, so working at the lab wasn't a valid excuse this year. It had nothing whatsoever to do with Catherine telling her Grissom was going.
Nothing at all.
Okay… Maybe just a little…
She sighed, took the dress off the hanger and began getting ready to go out.
Grissom almost didn't recognise her when she walked in. For all of two seconds she was just another one of the female guests; maybe a wife or a girlfriend, definitely off limits – he didn't want to be accused of staring.
Then he realised.
Dark hair swept back from her face, with a few wisps falling about her cheeks. A small silver charm resting on the pale skin below her neck. An elegant dark red dress, simple, clingy, not too revealing – but not concealing everything.
Grissom was vaguely aware of moving towards the doorway where she was standing, looking a little awkward. As soon as she spotted him her expression changed; was that relief at seeing him here?
"Sara. You look… nice?" He wondered if he was blushing.
"Thanks Grissom. You don't look bad yourself." She smiled.
"I have a table… shall we…" He gestured behind him.
Sara took his arm by way of an answer and he led her across the room. Suddenly he couldn't care less about the other people around him; the most important woman was right there beside him.