Chapter Two: Active Teasing
Twenty minutes later Grissom walked into the garage to find no one in sight. The stereo was on, the car was there and Sara's kit was on the bench, but no sign of her. Well, not until he stepped closer to the car and saw her on her hands and knees in the backseat, her attention clearly focused on something she found on the interior of the door. He couldn't help but commend her on her ability to switch focus so easily and be completely professional when the time merited it. He sure as hell wasn't having as easy a time doing so, especially with her positioning in the car. The way she was leaning forward to collect her evidence was giving him a clear view down the opened collar of her coveralls – to which he was now sure that there was nothing underneath. The surges through his body at the sight made him audibly gulp.
Hearing the noise from Grissom, Sara inwardly smiled and raised her eyes to his. His however were not looking at hers, but much lower. Now she couldn't hide the smirk as she raised her hand slowly and lightly tapped her fingernail against the glass of the back seat window. She was quite sure she'd never seen his head move so fast before as he snapped his vision upwards to meet her eyes.
Yup, this is definitely working.
"Uh…I…I…umm…you…and, and, and…umm…and I…"
"You what?" She teased as she leaned forward a bit more and slowly rolled down the window, giving him even more skin to see.
"Uhh…I…umm…" Want to take you right here right now? "Uh, what do…uh…you um, have, uh…there?" He stuttered avoiding her gaze and then tried to point at whatever evidence she had just found, but with not looking at her, his directionality was a bit off and he ended up not pointing to the evidence at all.
With a smile displaying her great mirth at his carelessness, she looked down to where he was actually pointing. Changing her expression to one of complete seriousness and her tone to one that screamed 'duh,' she looked up and responded.
"Well Grissom, those would be boobs. Great scientist like yourself, I would have thought you knew that." She had to quickly look away to keep from laughing when his head spun around to see where he had been pointing, a look of sheer horror and then embarrassment on his face before quickly dropping his hand.
"I…uh…"
"Yeah, we've established that already, a few times in fact. Now if you're done looking down my coveralls for a minute, I think I may have actually found something probative to the case." She smiled as she placed a long hair into a plastic evidence bag and handed it out the window to him, and again the position of her body was less than ideal for his professional façade.
"I…uh…yeah…you're good. I mean, that…That's good. Yeah…um, okay." Both of them averted their eyes from each other. Grissom too embarrassed to look at her and Sara, pursing her lips to keep her hilarity in check.
Together they worked silently and efficiently for the next couple hours processing the inside of the car, avoiding the other like the plague. Both very aware that speech was not exactly something they had a lot of control over lately, and neither one wanting to be the one to get caught doing or saying something inappropriate next. Once the inside of the car was completely processed the real fun sunk in.
"So, um…the undercarriage?" Grissom spoke a bit nervously as they stood side by side staring at the car as if it held the answers to life. They were both thinking the same thing as they stood there.
Laying underneath a car, blocked from view, sexually frustrated with him/her.
"Yeah. Um, let's do it. Uh, the car, not…um, let's do it to the car…uh, process…"
"I know what you meant." Unfortunately. Grissom smiled, but truth be told just hearing her say those words made quite a bit of blood rush south of the border.
"Uh, yeah. Okay then." She replied dismissively as she started towards the car and pulled out a trolley to lay on. As she lowered herself onto it and then alluringly lay down she had to bite her tongue – Grissom hadn't moved and was staring at her like she was a piece of meat and he hadn't eaten in weeks. "Griss? You coming?"
"Not yet." He said, not realizing he had spoken aloud.
"Grissom!" She all but shrieked in complete shock that he had said that.
"Huh?" He asked, eyes wide in terror. "I…no…um."
"Oh for crying out loud! Just get down here and help me would you?" She sighed dramatically as she sunk backwards onto the dolly.
"Yes ma'am." Grissom shyly stated as he too moved towards the car.
"Griss, you're going to need protection." She said nonchalantly, biting back a laugh as his eyes seemed to pop out of his face.
"Wh—what?" He gulped, and quite audibly.
"Protection…you know? Latex?" She slid herself under the car to hide the giggles that were bubbling to the surface.
Protection! Latex? What? Shouldn't we talk about this?
"Huh?" She was cursing herself for not being able to control her amusement, because she would love to see the look on his face. She was sure that it was priceless.
"Gloves Griss, gloves. You're not wearing any gloves." She couldn't hold it in any longer and she let out a chuckle.
"Gloves. Right. Yeah." Shaking his head of his absurd misconceptions, he put on his gloves and settled onto the dolly beside Sara. By the time he had slid under the car, Sara had turned on her iPod and was completely ignoring his existence, or so he thought. But then she started singing.
"I
like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your
knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're
looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease."
Gil Grissom, yup, definitely my favorite disease. He's definitely killing me, but I love it.
She tried her hardest not to look at him and to pretend he wasn't there as she worked, but she was purposefully choosing songs to drive him crazy. And just to make the tension just that little bit worse, she started dancing while she lay on the dolly and taking a muscle car apart.
Dear god, she's going to be the death of me.
It was working. He was not having such an easy time focusing on the car, and too easy a time focusing on the cause of every fantasy he's ever had since they'd met. Especially now that she was dancing too, and quite erotically for the position she was in under the car.
"I
know that you've been waiting for it
I'm waiting too
In my
imagination I'd be all up on you
I know you got that fever for me
102
And boy I know I feel the same
My temperature's
through the roof
If there's a camera up in here
Then it's
gonna leave with me
When I do
If there's a camera up in here
Then I'd best not catch this flick
On YouTube
'Cause if
you run your mouth and brag
About this secret rendezvous
I
will hunt you down
'Cause they be all up in my business
Like
a Wendy interview
But this is private
Between you and I
Touch my body
Put me on the floor
Wrestle me around
Play with me some more
Touch my body
Throw me on the bed
I just wanna make you feel
Like you never did.
Touch my
body
Let me wrap my thighs
All around your waist
Just a
little taste
Touch my body
Know you love my curves
Come
on and give me what I deserve
And touch my body.
Boy you
can put me on you
Like a brand new white tee
I'll hug your
body tighter
Than my favorite jeans
I want you to caress me
Like a tropical breeze
And float away with you
In the
Caribbean Sea."
About half way through her mantra of Touch My Body by Mariah Carey, Grissom was…standing at full attention? By the end he was thankful she had headphones on so she couldn't hear his hasty breathing.
Now normally she would never reveal to anyone that she, Miss. I'll-kick-your-ass-for-calling-me-a-girl-Sara-Sidle, actually listens to girly teenage pop music, but sometimes, desperate times called for desperate measures. And surely Gilbert Grissom wouldn't know who Mariah Carey and Britney Spears were.
"What's practical is logical. What the hell, who cares?
All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there
I'm a slave for you
I cannot hold it
And I cannot control it
I'm a slave for you
I won't deny it
I'm not trying to hide it
Baby, don't you wanna, dance up on me
I just wanna dance next to you
Another time and place.
Baby, don't you wanna, dance up on me,
Are you ready
Leaving behind my name and age.
Lets go."
Out of the corner of her eye she could see him squirming and she smiled to herself.
Time for the grand finale. Switching the song, she had to remind herself to stay calm and not laugh.
"I
love myself.
I want you to love me.
When I'm feelin' down,
I
want you above me.
I search myself.
I want you to find me.
I
forget myself.
I want you to remind me.
I
don't want anybody else.
When I think about you,
I touch
myself.
I don't want anybody else.
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
You have GOT to be kidding me! Like I need THAT visual going through my head right now!!
You're
the one who makes me happy honey.
You're the sun who makes me
shine.
When you're around I'm always laughing.
I want to make
you mine.
I
close my eyes,
And see you before me.
Think I would die,
If
you were to ignore me.
A fool could see,
Just how much I adore
you.
I get down on my knees,
I'd do anything for you.
I
love myself.
I want you to love me.
When I'm feelin' down,
I
want you above me.
I search myself.
I want you to find me.
I
forget myself,
I want you to remind me.
I
want you
I don't want anybody else
And when I think about you
I
touch myself
Ooh, oooh, oooooh, aaaaaah."
Before the song was over Sara turned off her iPod and finished without the music as she wheeled her self out from under the car as if it were no big deal that she was singing about touching herself in her boss' presence. Silently and with a huge smile plastered to her face she gathered up her evidence and headed to the locker room, but not before shouting over shoulder to the incapacitated Grissom who had just emerged from under the car.
"I'm going to go get all hot and wet in the showers. Do you mind finishing on your own?" She had to leave before she heard his answer or saw the look on his face from her double meaning.
Meanwhile, Grissom sat there, shell-shocked, frustrated, confused, and in desperate need of…release. All because of one woman.
One very, very mean, evil, cruel, sexy, amazing woman. Ugh.
Grissom groaned and stood up, grabbing a lab coat to hide his current impairment and headed off to the locker room himself, for a very, very cold shower.