Disclaimer: I own nothing but my muse and all six seasons on DVD.
A/N: Written out of an idea over at YTDAW. All mistakes are my own.
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Sara leaned back in the Denali's passenger seat as Grissom entered the large vehicle, taking his place next to her. Settling in, he turned to her, sighing as he did so. He looked her over once, clearing his throat as he started the engine.
"Brass is meeting us at the scene. Says it's a messy one."
Sara said nothing, keeping her gaze towards the windshield, her eyes barely peering out over her dark sunglasses. He frowned as her gaze stayed fixed in front of her, never acknowledging his presence.
"Sara?"
When she finally snapped her attention towards him, he saw frustration etched onto her face.
"You know what I want Grissom?"
He continued to stare at her, patiently waiting for her to continue.
"I want to be able to go out in public with you and not worry about who may see us. God, I want to be able to hold you hand, kiss your lips, hug you and I can't. 'Cause God forbid anyone from the lab see us and realizes things aren't as platonic between us as we let on."
Grissom cocked his head. "That's all?"
Sara shot him an incredulous stare, finally looking him in the eye.
"Sometimes you're horribly oblivious, babe. Every girl wants to be able to hold hands, Grissom. It's written in our genes or something," she stated, waving her hands around as if to prove her point.
Nodding slowly, Grissom took his right hand off the wheel and laced his fingers with hers. Sara looked down at their joined hands, feeling his warmth seep into her own skin, and smiled.
"I guess we'll just have to steal moments then," he said, looking at her with a smirk on his face.
Sara's smile matched his own. "I guess so."