Hank Was Right
Don't own CSI. If I did, you would all be invited to meet Billy! (Hey wait, that would mean he's mine too! COOL)
Spoilers: Bloodlines, sort of
Rating: PG
Sara had been back from her "vacation" (the one Grissom forced on her) for almost two weeks. Things were not the way they used to be with him, but they were on the right track. Getting better every day.
Grissom had decided to take the team out for breakfast after shift, and except for Greg, who had the night off, everyone was at their favorite diner, sharing a booth and each others food.
Beepers went off. Grissom's cell sounded.
"Grissom." he answered.
"Yeah, alright. Got it. Be right there."
"Brass says we've got a DB in the alley behind Mac's Liquor over on Edgewood Drive. Day shift is already booked with an MVA on North Trop." Grissom sighed tiredly.
"Hey, boss, you and Sara have already worked double shifts this week, let us handle it." Nick offered.
"Sounds good. I won't argue with that logic." Griss replied to the younger man.
After their co-workers left, Sara and Grissom relaxed a little more and ordered more coffee.
Realizing that they hadn't really been alone together for a while, they started talking. Nothing important or earth-shattering, just two friends catching up. Grissom began telling her about Greg's antics while she was away. She threw her head back and laughed, her eyes sparkling and dancing. She had never been more beautiful Gil thought. He had missed that Sara.
He wasn't the only one. Sara stopped laughing as a shadow crept across the table between them.
"Hank." Sara said, and saw Grissom stiffen out of the corner of her eye.
"Sara." he returned. He nodded to Grissom who nodded back.
"I heard the laughter, and knew it was you. You're looking good, Sara. I've missed you."
"What about Elaine?" she asked, trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice. She didn't want Hank, but it still hurt that he would use her.
"She left when she found out I cheated on her."
"I didn't say anything, Hank." Sara said defensively.
"No, I didn't mean that! I slipped and mentioned some movie we had seen..."
"Hoisted by your own petard." Grissom couldn't help adding.
"Hunh?" Hank questioned, as he checked his fly.
Sara had to duck her head to hide her grin, while Grissom just sat there, stone-faced, watching the other man with his clear, sapphire eyes.
"Well, anyway, Sara, I can see that you found someone else. Someone who makes you laugh like I never could. You really do look good, Sara. Being in love agrees with you."
He didn't notice how quiet the two people, still seated at the table, had gotten. He didn't see the look that passed between them.
"I've gotta go. See you later, Sara."
"Uh, yeah...later."
They never saw him leave. They were too wrapped up in their own thoughts. Sara was thinking how she hoped Hank hadn't messed up the tender relationship she and Grissom were getting back. Grissom was hoping that Hank was right.
"Sara…" he started.
"I'm sorry Griss, I really need to go." She started to slide out of the booth.
"Please, Sara. Was he right? Are you in love?" He was almost whispering.
" Yes." so softly, if he hadn't been looking at her lips, he wouldn't have heard her. She was looking away from him.
"Is it...me?"
This time she looked him in the eyes. "Yes."
She saw him tense up, relax, sigh, and then smile all in the span of 2 seconds.
"Good. I thought it was just me." he said. She knew this was as close to an admission of feeling she was going to get right now, so she smiled back. A big, toothy, to the eyes kind of smile.
"You know, Hank was right about one other thing. You do look good in love."
He put his arm around her waist as he walked her to her car.