Disclaimer: Don't own them. Wish I did, but I don't. Que Sera Sera.
Borrowed: Barry White-First, Last, My Everything
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The air was thick with cigar and cigarette smoke; almost to the point where you couldn't see anyone. Gil Grissom sat at the bar, drink in hand and gazed at the beauty in the booth across the floor from him.
Countless times, he had envisioned how he would approach her, what he would say, how he would say it and hypothesizing her reaction. Tonight, though, he was feeling uncharacteristically bold. He checked himself in the bartender's mirror, smoothed down his clothing, smelled his breath and hopped down off his stool.
As he approached her, he could hear her theme song playing in his head. For a moment in time, all was gone, save for her. His vision narrowed and she was all he could see. He ran his hand through his hair as the tune played in his head.
My first, my last, my everything
And the answer to all my dreams
You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star
My kind of wonderful, that's what you are
I know there's only, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two
You're all I'm living for
Your love I'll keep for evermore
You're my first, my last, my everything
This was the song Grissom heard whenever Sara walked into a room. He had no idea as to why he heard music, but he thought it was quite appropriate. After all, she was his everything. It had taken him so many years to come to terms with his feelings for her, that when he finally realized it, her words rang out in his head.
"By the time you decide, it might be too late."
He hoped to God that he wasn't too late. He had to lay claim to her; and now was the time. All his courage had been summoned up and he was about to find out where he stood in her heart.
Sara sat alone, glass of wine in her hand. As she gazed out, across the dance floor, she noticed a certain gentleman approaching her. He was un-characteristically calm and there was a certain spring in his step.
As she watched him move closer to her, she could hear words in her head; words that she only heard when he was around. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the music, but was unsuccessful.
When the breeze between us calls,
Love comes and lingers into our lives
And leaves begin to fall, you point your finger at me.
I love You I love You
In the sadness of your smile love is an island way out to sea
And it seems so long ago we have been ready trying to be free
And it's up to you, Why won't you say?
Make our lives turn out this way.
If they knew that we have got nothing to lose,
No reason to hide from what's true
Sara tried to avoid eye contact with him, but the closer he got, the more difficult it was. Here was this paragon of manliness. He was tall, gorgeous, brilliant and quirky; just the way she liked him. What more could a woman want in a man? The trouble was, that he was not her partner, he barely acknowledged her existence. She felt hollow inside every time he would pass her without a word, or became curt with her for no reason. What was this man's problem that he felt the need to shun her?
Grissom had her in his sights and was not deviating from his current course. He was like an F-14 fighter pilot, with his guns trained on a MIG; she was locked in and there was no way she would get away from him.
Sara smiled as he walked up to her and held out his hand.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked, cautiously
Sara swallowed hard and blinked several times, not fully believing what she was seeing; Grissom, making the first move.
"Um---uhh" was all she could manage
"I'll take that as a yes." He said, raising her up
Grissom lead her out to the dance floor and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. He reveled in the feeling of her; she fit him perfectly, there was no other way to describe it. Sara gazed up at him and ran her hands around his neck to rest in the curls at the base of his neck.
Sara was in a sort of shock. She was feeling a bit overwhelmed at the moment. Here she was, Grissom in her arms and he was being far from indifferent to her. As she looked into his eyes, she could actually swear that she saw something other than his normal steel blue stare. His eyes were a bit darker and brighter under the dancing balls of light reflecting from the disco ball.
The set had ended and Grissom and Sara were now sitting in a booth. As Sara looked up into his eyes, she secretly wondered where the real Gil Grissom was, and what this man had done with him. This, certainly, was not the Gil Grissom she had known for these 8 years.
Sara looked up from her drink and met Grissom's gaze. He was staring at her, and truth be told, she was beginning to get a bit uncomfortable. He had stared at her before, but never like this, or for this long.
Nervously, she looked down at her watch and unconsciously yawned. Grissom noted this and broke their silence.
"Do you need to be going?" he asked, cautiously
Sara hesitated for a moment, then answered carefully; she didn't want to seem disinterested in him, but she really did need to get home and try for some sleep.
'Yeah. I'm a bit tired." She replied
Grissom sighed and stood up, taking her hand in his. Sara looked at their hands, joined, fingers entwined and smiled. She stood up and Grissom lead them towards the exit.
Grissom walked Sara to her car and as she unlocked the door, he placed a hand on he shoulder. Sara turned to him and, non-verbally, asked him what he wanted. Grissom read the look on her face and spoke his heart.
"When can I see you again?"
Sara, a bit stunned, answered before she could carefully phrase her response.
"You see me every day."
Grissom, taken aback by her answer, elaborated on his question.
"Away from work. When can I see you?"
Sara, not wanting to get burned, protected her heart and stared him in the eyes.
"We'll see."