Disclaimer: I do not own the show or any of the characters because if I did Grissom and Sara would have gotten together a few seasons ago.
Pairings: GSR
Summary: Response to SaraC's fanfic challenge.
A pink flamingo (bonus points if it appears in an unexpected/unusual place)
Must take place on Friday the 13th (of any month)
At least two Star Wars references (from anyone, although its even more bonus points in my book if its NOT Greg using them)
Burnt toast
Black cat or some other "Friday the 13th" Superstition
Lady Heather
GSR office lovin' (as innocent or heated as you want but physical contact of some sort between Griss and Sara inside Grissom's office at the lab is a must)
Princess Leia Was My Idol
"Love the shirt, Greg," Sara said as she came to retrieve the DNA results from her favorite lab rat.
"Oh, you like it? I found it in the back of my closet. It's a little small though," Greg said gesturing to the bright pink shirt adorned with a bright pink flamingo on the front.
"Pink is the new black," Sara said sarcastically.
"So, what are you doing tonight?" Greg asked as he pulled her results from the printer.
"I'm watching that Star Wars marathon on Spike TV with Grissom tonight," Sara said casually.
"You watch Star Wars? With Grissom?"
Sara heard a familiar voice from the hall. She turned around to see who it was. It was Nick Stokes. She saw that in his hand was an apple. She walked up to him and snatched it away and took a giant bite out of it. She giggled and returned it to him.
"Yes, I do watch Star Wars. With Grissom. And for you information, Princess Leia was my idol and Luke Skywalker was first love," Sara said with a sigh, remembering the old days when she was just a little girl.
Nick looked at the apple with disappointment and gave it to her. "Here, eat my apple. Even though I didn't get anything to eat, since my toaster was messed up."
"What, did it burn your toast?" Greg piped up. He had remained silent throughout much of their conversation.
Nick nodded his head yes. "It was working perfectly fine yesterday and now it burns my toast!" He said in exasperation.
"Well, it's Friday the 13th. That ever occur to you?" Sara asked.
Nick looked at her with disbelief. "I never thought you'd be the kind of person who believes in silly superstitions."
"You'd be surprised. So listen, I've got to go take these results to Grissom. I'll, uh, see you guys around," Sara said, leaving the room, careful not to walk under the ladder that was propped up out in the hall. It was Friday the 13th after all.
She made her way to Gil's office and entered it. She locked the door and closed the blinds. Her goal was to get the results to him and get a little action. They had pulled a triple shift and she hadn't gotten some action in few days. And she was sick of it.
"Hey, DNA results from Greg, Lady Heather was right," Sara said.
She took a seat in front of him and took off her jacket. She leaned forward, placed the results in front of him and sat back down.
Grissom got a clear view down her deep black V-neck sweater. Catherine had obviously dragged her shopping again. Not that he minded.
"They were a match? Good, we got him," Grissom said, leaning back in his leather chair. He let out a sigh, they were finally done with the case and they could go back home.
Sara stood up and walked behind Grissom's desk, taking a seat on his lap. She planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his wonderful lips. Grissom let out a little moan and let his hands roam up under her shirt. He felt the lace of her Victoria's Secret bra. He deepened the kiss and started pulling her shirt up.
Sara pulled back, panting. "We really shouldn't do this here. Let's go," she said with smirk.