Do not own CSI!
This story takes place before Grissom and Sara ever got together. Around Season 4-5. Since the holidays are coming up I decided to write this little story.
Christmas is just around the corner and the nightshift team has decided to do Secret Santa! Who will everyone get?
Secret Santa- Look at me
"So have you gone shopping yet?" asked Catherine the next shift in the break room.
"Shopping for what?" asked Sara who was stirring her tea bag around in her mug.
"Shopping for your person?" asked the red head taking a sip of her coffee.
"Um no not yet, you?" asked Sara looking over at her fellow coworker who was carelessly flipping through a magazine.
"Nope!" she replied. She looked up and caught Sara's eye.
They both started to laugh.
Just then Greg walked in, "What's so funny?" he asked as he walked over to the coffee machine.
"Oh nothing," replied Sara, trying to hold back her laughter. She then let out another burst of laughter when she looked over at Catherine. Who too was biting down on her lower lip trying to hold back.
"Whatever," replied Greg rolling his eyes, at the two women immaturity.
Greg took a sip from his mug as he sat down and started to flip through the newspaper ignoring both Sara and Catherine.
This just made them laugh even harder.
Just then Grissom walked in and stops at the sight he sees. Both Sara and Catherine are leaning over their chairs, clutching their stomachs red in the face. And Greg is between them reading the paper like he does not notice their strange behavior.
Grissom takes off his glasses and clears his throat.
Greg looks up at this, "Oh Hi Grissom,"
Sara looks up at the sound of Grissom's name and sure enough there he is standing not looking to happy. Sara stops laughing and looks down at her feet. Sara goes red with embarrassment. She then looks across the table to Catherine who was still laughing.
Sara moves her leg under the table and kicks Catherine in the shine.
Catherine stops laughing and looks angrily over at Sara, "Ouch, What was that for?"
Sara gives Catherine a look and points towards the door.
"What?" ask Catherine turning towards where Sara is pointing, "Oh Hi Gil!"
She says with a smile. Her eyes then fall on the folder in his hands, "Are those our assignments?"
It takes Grissom a second to realize what Catherine is talking about, "Oh yah, it is," looking down at the folder in his hand.
Grissom looks up at the table and realizes that half of his team is missing, "Where is Nick and Warrick?"
"They are both working on that double murder case still," speaks Greg dully like the subject of his coworkers bores him.
Grissom nods remembering the case very well. "So what assignments do you have for us?" asked Sara titling her head looking over at Grissom.
Grissom stared back at Sara taking in the sight of her. Her hair was down and fell into a mess of ringlets around her face framing it. Her lips were in a pout like they always were when she waiting for an answer. Her eyes sparkled in the light. Her skin looked soft and milky. She wore a form fitting light pink t-shirt. And if he squinted just a bit he could make out a lacey white bra.
Grissom thoughts were broken by the sound of a throat being cleared. He blushed and realized that he had been staring.
He then look over at Catherine and addressed the group.
"There is only one assignment for tonight and only one of you will be working on it. A body was found behind one of the casinos on the strip. Catherine I'm putting you on it," spoke Grissom, not daring to look at Sara who was probably pissed as hell right now.
Catherine thanked Gil and got up. "Oh and Catherine," spoke Grissom.
Catherine stopped in the door way at the sound of her name and turned around, "Yah?"
"Take Greg with you, he needs the experience!" spoke Grissom quickly.
"Yes," cried the young man, getting up and rushing out of the room.
It was only the two of them left. Grissom didn't dare to look over at Sara but down at his feet. He could feel the rage coming off her in waves.
Sara glazed over at Grissom, waiting for him to look at her and explain. But he did not; he just continued to stare at his feet. Her lips became thinner until they were just a line on her face.
"What the hell was that?" spated out Sara, clearly pissed.
"What?" asked Grissom playing dumb.
"Grissom, you know perfectly well WHAT I MEAN! I BUST MY BACK DAY IN AND DAY OUT! AND YOU DON'T EVEN NOTICE! AND NOW I STUCK HERE DOING PAPER WORK, WHEN EVERY ONE ELSE IS OUT SOLVING CRIMES! YOU KNOW I RATHER BE OUT THERE IN THE FIELD THEN HERE!" she was on her feet now, voice shaking.
"Sara what can I say it's a slow night," shrugged Grissom.
"DON'T GIVE ME THIS SLOW NIGHT CRAP! I COULD EASILY BE WORKING THAT CASE WITH CATH! BUT INSTEAD YOU WANT ME HERE UNDER YOUR FINGER! YOU WANT TO CONTROL ME BUT YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TOO!" Sara was breathing heavily now, she couldn't believe she had just burst out like that. She knew she was in trouble now. But she didn't really care. It felt good standing up to Grissom.
Instead of raising his voice back at Sara or telling her she was fired, he simple said.
"Your right!" and walked away.
There was a tone of hurt in his voice Sara noted. She felt bad. She didn't mean to yell at Grissom and make him feel like shit especially so close to the holidays.
Just as Grissom was about to walk out of the room Sara, yelled, "GRISSOM!"
Grissom stopped at the sound of his name but did not turn around, "what?"
"LOOK AT ME!" she cried.
At this Grissom turned around and stared Sara straight into the eyes. The look on his face made Sara want to cry and kiss him at the same time.
His eyes were wide and sad looking. He face was tired, sad, hurt and confused all at once. He looked like at sad little puppy dog just wanting to be loved.
Their eyes locked across the room. Grissom opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it.
A moment passed before Grissom lowered his gaze and walked away. Leaving Sara standing alone in the break room.
I know it's not a very jolly chapter but don't worry it will get better I promise.
Pleas review and thanks for reading.