It only lasted for a few seconds, but he felt like he was up on a warm, white cloud, only him and her.
He did not yet know her name, but he was sure he knew that at the end of the day. Grissom got very confused, but he tried to stay in focus of the class, and kept talking about the subject.
"Hi, and welcome to my lecture, I'm Gil Grissom, and I will be your professor in this subject. I work as a CSI in the capitol of crime and casinos; Las Vegas. Any questions?"
The class was dead silent, but all of the sudden, one single hand went up thru the air. Grissom blushed; it was the lady on second road…
"Yes, Miss…?"
"Sidle, Sara Sidle"
"Miss Sidle" "That is one sexy name!"Grissom was shocked over his own thoughts. What was he thinking?
"Ehm…I've already read some of the books, and was wondering on how you relay on a fly in a murder case. Cant the flies come to the body at any time?" "What kind of question was that? Any idiot knows that!" Sara blushed, and was sure that the professor knew what she was thinking.
"That was a relevant question, Miss Sidle. The flies come in groups, and every fly have one individual time before they bread, hatches, become larva and pups and before they leave the place that they are at. And by that you can tell how long someone has been dead".
After that Grissom started his lecture, and Sara was one eager student.
That night Grissom had the most heated dream of his life so far. Just that second he closed his eyes he woke up in a dark room with no windows. It was like he was blind. And that smell! Spiced up food, mixed with alcohol and perfume. You would think that the smell would make you throw up, but no, it rather trigged a sexual vibe to Grissom. And he heard one somehow familiar voice next to him "Open up your mouth Grissom" – Where had he heard that voice before? "Open up and eat, it is really good" That is Sara, I mean Miss Sidle, from the class!" Grissom opened his mouth and tasted on the most fantastic strawberry he had ever tasted. It was like he rediscovered Strawberry. Suddenly they were all alone in the room, and he could sense that he was sitting on a soft bed, and his arms were somehow around Saras shoulders. He still could not see her, but he knew that they were millimetres away from kissing each other. They came closer and closer. There! He could see her eyes, all dark and full of desire. Grissom twisted his head and leaned forward to kiss her…Bang!
Grissom woke up with a bang; he had somehow fallen hard down on the floor. And he was still affected by that dream. Grissom rushed up to the bed, and felt like he could not sleep more that night. But somewhere thru the night his eyes closed and he had a sleep without any disturbing dreams.