#$%^&*(*^$ #! #$%! There. I feel much better now. Still unable to comprehend what the CSI bigwigs were thinking except 'let's screw with our GSR fans because it's sweeps month'. They've got a lot of 'splain' to do. Let's see how they scramble out of this one.

In the meantime, Got Tea? over at CSI Forever Online, came up with a GSR Drabble contest of 500 words or less - GSR and nothing else. Works for me. Here is my entry.

Onward ~

CSI – I Like to Watch

by Susan Dietz (Calim1)
Rating: PG
Category: GG/SS/ROMANCE/HUMOR

Summary: Grissom can't get enough. This GSR drabble is for the February fan fiction contest over at CSIForeverOnline .wetpaint .com. It had to be 500 words or less and repair what the series did to our lovebirds.

© March 2013

Feedback is appreciated

Disclaimer: The characters and general situations in this story are the property of CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer, however I reserve the rights to the specific details. It is not my intention to infringe upon their rights; this story is purely for the enjoyment of fans. Please do not redistribute in any form.

Sara hadn't seen him so he took the time to watch.

Grissom could do that, stand by and observe. He'd done that for a good portion of his life mostly because it was much easier to stand outside, never having to face the awkward moments, merely watch them happen to others. But some of it was because it scared him to allow such worrisome things so close. Emotions, forever skirting the surface, were volatile, always in need of harnessing and that could be so tiring.

But when push came to shove, when he could no longer ignore those pent up feelings of wanting to touch what he could have, he let himself go. The end result was having the right to stand there and watch her wash dishes without fear of being found out or wondering why he could do that all day and be truly happy.

"You should write a paper," she said, her voice landing softly on his ears.

"What?" came his slightly startled reply.

She grinned. "A paper on dish washing."

He frowned. "Why would I do that?"

Her grin turned into a smile. "Obviously it's fascinating or you'd have given me your dish already." He was blushing. She could still do that to him. Without another word, he handed over the plate. "So, what's the matter?" she asked.

"Nothing," he answered with a slight shake of the head. She narrowed her eyes. "Really. I just . . . I like to watch you."

"You like to watch me?"

He shrugged. "Yeah."

"Okay."

"I like to watch you do most everything." Her brows rose. "I'm fickle."

That got a laugh and he grinned.

"Oh, you're more than fickle, Dr. Grissom"

"So I've been told."

Drying off her hands, she turned to face him. "You do know that I made Grissom-watching an art form."

"Oh?"

"I had a lot of years to perfect it. I believe I was a bit sneakier than you."

"Not true," he said, taking both of her hands in his own.

"How so?"

"Let's just say I took advantage of the glass walls at the Lab."

"Devious. No wonder I love you." Smiling, she leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Ah, the surprise attack. Always my favorite," he quipped. She waggled her brows and tugged on his hands to make him follow. "So, what's next?" he asked from close behind in that oh so sultry voice that made her shiver.

Turning, she ran a finger down his cheek and leaned in close. "Laundry," she whispered. "Wanna watch me sort?"

"I could watch that."

She giggled and he laughed and the laundry didn't get sorted until much, much later.

Here's to GSR. May the fan fiction writers make it last for a very long time. :-)