Grissom and Sara have a discussion about getting a pool boy, and it goes in a whole diffrent direction.
This is my first story, so please be nice.
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"But, but" Sara Sidle pleaded, "We need a pool boy! There is too much work for two people! After that storm, our pool is trashed!"
But Gil Grissom wouldn't have it. Sara was his and he hated seeing her fall all over hotter men. Wasn't he good enough?
"Sara that's it! I can handle it if you don't want to work. Its fine." Grissom argued.
"Fine. But I still think that it would be nice to have someone around to do it for us."
Gil Grissom was the love of Sara's life, and he was very sexy in her eyes. The only reason that she did want a pool boy was so that she wouldn't have to work, and she could lay around with Grissom. He just didn't get it. It wasn't about a younger man. Or anything like that. No. Oh well.
"Sara? I didn't mean to make you mad." Grissom reasoned, "I just think, well, that, if I'm not hot enough, or have the best abs, then its fine. Just say so, and I'll be on my way."
"Not hot enough? Are you serious? Is that why you insist on doing the work yourself? I'm just too lazy! It has nothing to do with you. Why would you think that?"
Grissom was stunned by her answer, but continued anyway. "It's just that, well I know I'm a little older, well a lot, and I just figured that I might be to old."
"Your such a crazy old man. But you're my crazy old man. I love you, and I couldn't live without you! Don't even get me started on your eyes." Sara didn't know why he was so mad.
"Oh yeah? What about my eyes? Tell me all."
"Well, first off, they are like endless blue pits, I could just get lost in them forever." Sara loved his eyes, they were his best feature. "Then, well, when your angry, they deepen and become a whole different shade of blue. A darker shade. I might not see it a lot, but I love it when they change. Your eyes are so loving, so caring, I feel safe. I love waking up to seeing those eyes watching me, and I love going to sleep knowing that those are your eyes and you'll always be there for me. It just wouldn't be the same if they were, say, green. Unless it was like an emerald green, or something riveting." She was rambling now, and knew she should stop talking all together. She just stood there, looking into his eyes.
"Really? All of that from my eyes? Wow, I never really thought about it. No woman has ever even said anything about my eyes. I'm amazed." He really was. He wanted her to keep going, but he dare not ask.
"There is one other thing. When you kiss me, or whenever you close your eyes, I know your still watching me. I can feel it. Your eyes are your best feature, and, Gilbert Grissom, I wouldn't trade you for another man on earth. Even if I had the chance."
For the first time in his life, Grissom stood speechless. The only thing he could say was, "Not even Brad Pitt? Would you trade me for him?"
Why did he say that? He's so stupid when he's nervous.
"Of course not," that made him feel better, "I might consider it, but I wouldn't go through with it." Sara said snickering.
"I love you dear. More then you could ever know." Gil Grissom felt, for once in his life, as if he'd finally made the right choice.
"I love you, too. Forever and ever."
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