Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, I am not making money with writing fan fiction, I only write for the fun!

AN: Sorry for this taking so long. I had such a great idea for this chap, but then I had to study for school and forgot the great idea, so I had to come up with something else. I hope it's not that bad. Enjoy.

behind closed doors (part 2)

Never before she had spent two hours in front of a mirror and least of all one and a half hours in the shower. And she had thought that picking the right outfit would be the hardest part of this. Wrong. The outfit had been picked in ten minutes, but her make-up had been another story. Four times she had completely removed it again, being either not content with the colors or having the feeling that it was simply too much. Being somehow proud of herself that she hadn't cut herself while shaping, she now got to know what pain was when she more or less tried to pluck her eyebrows. But then she decided that Grissom knew her anyways. He knew how she looked like, he probably even knew which shampoo or deodorant she used. Why all this?

Because this night was special. She even wore matching underwear. Not the really expensive stuff, but not the cheap one either. With a ninety percent chance he wouldn't get to see it, but just the certitude that she was prepared for it made her way more confident.

The status quo women do not have sex with a man before the third date when they want to have a serious relationship with him… She knew Grissom for ten years now, she had been in love with him ever since. If he would want to sleep with her tonight she would not say 'no'. In the five years that she was working with him there had been nothing else she was dreaming about at night. She would be insane when she'd say 'no'.

A last glance into the mirror. Her hair finally looked perfect, a slight glimmer on her lips, her eyes perfectly highlighted… nothing could go wrong tonight.

At 7 PM on the dot he knocked on her door. She took a deep breath and then headed for the door. She opened it and was relieved to really see Grissom standing there. She smiled brightly at him and stepped aside, signalizing him to enter.

"Hi." His voice was soft when he spoke. He entered hesitantly, he was obviously as nervous as she was.

"Hi." She gave him the most beautiful smile she had.

"You look…" He didn't know what to say, too many options…

"…nice?" She offered to help him out.

"I was about to say stunning, but I didn't know if that would be appropriate." He confessed smirking.

Sara chuckled softly, all the nervousness was gone. "I'll make an exception here."

"Ready to go?" He asked after a moment.

She nodded. She hurried to the coffee table and grabbed her purse, then she grabbed her jacket from the armchair and finally put her keys from the counter into her purse. "Now, yes." As answer to the grin on his lips she smiled softly.

He lead her to his car and even held the door opened for her. "Where are you taking me by the way?" She asked after a moment.

"Do you like Italian food?"

"I had a dream once, I was swimming in a swimming-pool full off spaghettis with tomato sauce…and when I couldn't swim anymore, I simply ate them all up. So yes, I love Italian food."

Grissom chuckled softly, trying to keep focused on the street. They remained in silence for a while and Sara was thankful that it wasn't such an awful, awkward silence but it was a really relaxed atmosphere.

When they had been lead to the table he had adjusted her chair for her and only then had taken seat himself. Sara had never known that he could be such a gentleman.

Candle light, great food, a romantic restaurant…and all this with Grissom. Could an evening be more perfect?

"So, I promised you that you would have fun tonight…" He began.

She smirked softly. "…did you find a good joke book?"

Grissom stuck his tongue out at her and then grinned. "Nope. I thought maybe we should start with getting to know each other better. You may ask three questions, then it's my turn. After that it's your turn again and so on."

"Oh, very innovative." She winked at him.

Grissom smirked but didn't say anything.

"Okay… what are your favorite movies?" She thought this game was kind of stupid, but on the other hand she wouldn't reject a chance to get to know something about him.

"The silent ones."

"You like silent movies?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. You not?"

"For a first date yes, but not for the next ones." He shot an asking look at her and she grinned. "Well, usually during the first date you don't make out in public places, but as soon as you started it once, you wont get your hands off of each other anymore... at least not during a date. And when you're watching a silent movie there are no sounds that might hide the sounds that you are making while making out."

"I didn't know you were so..." He smirked. "...I have to confess that I don't know an appropriate word for this."

"Well, you can have fun with me during a date too." She winked and nipped on her glass.

"I didn't know you had that in you."

"You'll never stop learning."

"I know that...now." he suddenly got serious again. Sara gave him a soft smile and this filled him with new conscience. He slowly reached out for her hand and took it into his.

She sucked in a deep breath, his hand was warm, so warm and other than she had thought, it was soft but at the same time it was also so powerful. She wanted to be touched by these hands. She looked at him and tried to meet his gaze, but his eyes lay on their hands. It was an almost hypnotizing picture, his strong, big hand on her small one. It represented a closeness that they had never been able to share before, a closeness that he had feared but now enjoyed all the more.

He slowly began to caress her hand with his thumb, letting it slip over her knuckles and up to her wrists. They remained in silence for a long time, at some point their eyes met and little showers of sensations ran through their bodies. After a while Sara's eyes broke the contact with his and she let them wander over his face. The smile on his lips turned brighter and he squeezed her hand softly. "I am glad that I did not find a joke book." He whispered softly.

And she agreed. They finished their meal in almost total silence, from time to time their eyes met, they shared soft smiles or held each others hand. While they waited for the dessert to be served Sara began to smirk.

"What?"

"I still have two questions left." She reminded him.

"Then ask." He whispered and gave her a smile.

"Did you ever have a pet? A dog or a cat?"

"You're running out of questions, do you?"

"Well... actually I don't know what to ask. I mean there are questions, but those would really not be appropriate."

He nodded. "I had a dog, his name was Spence."

"I love dogs."

"My mother hated him. He was rather big for a retriever and he was drooling all the time and he always stole the bologna from her sandwiches and one day he stole the Thanksgiving turkey." He smirked. "But when he died she cried harder than I did."

"How old did he get?"

"Fourteen. I already worked for the LA crime lab when we had to put him down." His eyes turned sad for a moment. She put her hand on his and squeezed it softly. "He was my only real friend sometimes." He gave her a soft smile. "Weird, isn't it?"

She shook her head. "No... I know what you mean. We had a German shepherd until I was seven. When my father beat my mother I always hid in his dog kennel. One day when my Dad went after me to hit me Rusty bit him into his thigh... Dad couldn't walk for half a month, but he gave him to animal control after this."

He brought her hand up to his mouth and brushed his lips over her knuckles.

"We should change the subject I guess." She whispered and he nodded.

At this point their dessert was served.

"This looks good." She said looking at his plate.

He smirked and brought the full spoon up to her mouth. "Tell me how it tastes."

Sara slowly leaned her face forward and took the spoon into her mouth. The cold ice cream melted into sweet tasting liquid on her tongue. A cute smile flashed over her lips. "It tastes very good."

"Really?"

She nodded.

"Want more?" He asked with a boyish grin on his lips.

She nodded again.

He chuckled softly. "I want some of yours first."

"Say the magic word first."

"I thought it were three magic words?"

"I meant 'please'." She smirked.

"Please."

Content she filled her spoon and brought it to his mouth. "Really good."

"Really?"

"Really really."

Both grinned at each other. In an almost comforting silence they finished dinner and soon left the restaurant. The sun had already set down and they decided to walk to her apartment and he'd take a cab from there to his place.

Soon his hand found hers and their fingers entwined with each other. After a while he let go off her hand and put his arm around her shoulders, she leaned against his chest and the warmth of his body flooded hers.

"I'm sorry that it wasn't as funny as I promised it would be." he whispered softly when they had reached her door.

She turned to face him. "Take that back."

He shot an asking look at her.

She slipped her arms around his waist. Their eyes met. "I want you to take this back."

"But..."

Her face moved closer to his. "...no 'but'. I had a wonderful evening. This was the best first date I ever had, by far."

A soft smile built up on his lips. "Same here."

She chuckled softly, then she let her lips meet his for a moment. God this felt better than she had imagined. His lips were soft and hot, his beard tickled a bit but it didn't bother her at all. She whished that she wouldn't lack the guts to deepen the kiss, but for a goodnight kiss it was probably the best to leave it the way it was.

His hands slipped over her shoulders and pressed her close to him. He deeply inhaled the scent of her perfume, praying that this moment would last forever.

But he knew that she would have to pull away at some point. And when it came it was not as horrible as he thought it would. He knew that this wouldn't be the last time that they'd kiss. He would make sure of that.

"Good night." She whispered and then opened her door. She carefully closed it behind her, holding the cold doorknob in her hand for a moment. Had she really just kissed Gil Grissom?

He stood there in the hallway for a moment, staring at the door. He was still taken aback by all the feelings that had been waken up by this kiss. "I love you Sara." He whispered almost inaudible, well knowing that she would not hear it. But speaking it out for the first time meant finally admitting it to himself. And nothing had ever felt so good.

TBC

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