A/N: Sorry this has been so long in updating, but here's the second chapter. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, it's all CBS . . .greedy bastards
Chapter Two
A week later Sara found herself sitting on some bleachers next to Grissom, deep in the throes of a sports discussion. Well, as deep a discussion as two science geeks could have about sports.
And then that line. The one that would haunt her memory for the next few years.
"Since when are you interested in beauty?"
"Since I met you."
It seemed like an innocent enough response. However, Sara knew better. The conversation with Grissom last week had left her on edge. She seemed to be waiting for the other boot to drop, or an electric revelation of some kind, but until then nothing had happened. Now she was second guessing the meaning behind his words.
Later that night while she was processing some evidence her mind kept wandering back to the hockey rink. She went through her normal routine of trying to analyze what exactly he meant. Obviously it was a compliment but with Grissom one could never be sure. Whatever it meant exactly though, Sara hadn't been able to crack his code.
"I'm done with this," she muttered to herself. She threw her pen across the table and stood up in frustration.
"Done with what?"
"Shit Grissom! You scared me!"
"Sorry," he said. His eyes had that twinkle that said he really wasn't all that sorry. A sideways smirk accompanied the look and Sara was having a hard time staying mad at him.
"It's ok, I was kind of lost in my work anyway. What's up?"
"Just wanted to check in and see where you were at."
"Not far, really. Still waiting on some results from DNA and Trace. Until then I won't know much."
"Sounds good," he said. "Why don't you take off for the rest of the night. There's not much happening here and you can't go any farther without those results."
"Griss, I'm fine. I can keep working on other cases until shift is over. I don't need to go home." Her voice had that subliminal note of challenge underlying her words but he chose to proceed.
"Sara, there's not really any reason to stay. Nick and Warrick will be here to cover anything that comes up. I was even thinking of leaving early myself."
That last part was said almost as an afterthought it seemed. But he looked right into her eyes as he said it. Did that mean anything? Who knows. She really didn't want to go home. There was nothing to do and anyone she would've wanted to hang out with was in bed. Sleep was out of the question, too. Since it would throw her off going home early her body would want to stay up and do something.
But then again . . . watching a movie and slowly drinking a hot cup of tea sounded wonderful.
"Ok, I'll leave as soon as I'm done logging this last piece of evidence."
Shock registered briefly on his face before his stony demeanor set in again.
"Good. Check with me before you." With that he turned around and walked out of the room.
Thirty minutes later Sara was leaning against the door frame of Grissom's office. She knocked softly to get his attention, not wanting to scare him like he had her earlier. Why she had no idea.
'Maybe I'll get him back later,' she thought to herself.
"Goodnight Grissom. I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Goodnight Sara. I hope you have a good evening."
A smile spread slowly across her face. "I think I will. Thanks."
She turned around slowly and walked out the door. As she was leaving, she couldn't see that his eyes followed her from the room and down the hallway.
