Here's the latest. :) I know it's kind of short, but it's what I've got until my next update. Enjoy!!
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Grissom was shocked pale when he saw Sara following Catherine out of the bathroom. His jaw dropped in said shock and he couldn't hide how amazing she looked to him. He glanced over at Catherine who pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders in innocence he knew she had no right to show.
"Wow, Sara…you look…beautiful," Grissom finally managed to get out.
"Thank you," Sara smiled, revealing her gaped teeth.
Grissom had no breath left to supply a 'your welcome' and instead settled for staring, causing Sara to sport a devilish grin. Grissom didn't understand the smug look on the brunette's face, but he was not at liberty to say much of anything.
"Uh, Grissom? We need to get going," Catherine cut in, only barely saving Grissom from the fate she assumed he would suffer by the end of the night.
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At the club, Sara was on her third beer, Catherine on her second and in search of their Denver friends, and Grissom chugging down his fourth scotch of the evening as though he was at home or somewhere out with Brass.
Catherine spotted the group and waved across the dance floor. She spread her smile from ear to ear and watched as the group approached the three of them. Grissom seemed a little too buzzed to care and Sara was getting agitated with being there. She had been waiting for something to happen with some random guy, but nothing was happening. She had been asked to dance once, but one look at the guy and she rejected him because it felt wrong.
Catherine tried to get Sara to stumble upon someone, suggesting to 'accidently' bump into a person she thought was worth it and strike up a conversation. Aggression in the ways of getting a date or a silly little toy was not the younger woman's style. She claimed it made her feel dirty and, in words that deeply effected Catherine, made her feel like a 'desperate cougar'.
"Hey, glad you guys could make it," the strawberry blonde man from the conference greeted Catherine.
"We try," Catherine lightly flirted, not expecting it to go anywhere.
"Um…my friend over here wants to know if you're friend," the Denver CSI pointed to his handsome young male friend and to Sara, sitting beside Catherine finishing her last swig of her beer before noticing something was happening involving her. "He's shy, but he wants to know if he could hang with her…alone."
"Oh…well…he'll have to ask her," Catherine put the ball in Sara's court, turning in her bar stool to face Sara. "Sara? What do you say?"
Sara looked at the shying gentleman behind the man Catherine was getting close to through the conference. Sara definitely liked what she saw.
"It was a bad idea," Sara flatly states in the doorway of my small office. I look up from the paperwork in front of me, only lifting my head far enough to look over the brim of my glasses.
"What was a bad idea," I try to get some clarity from the puzzling brunette in my doorway.
"Clubbing…it was a bad idea," Sara still kept herself detached and unemotional. "I don't…even know what really happened, do you?"
"Sort of…I mean, it comes back to me in little bits and pieces, but…if we talked about it…"
Sara cuts me off, "I don't want to remember. I just…from what I do remember…it's just too much to handle. It was weird."
"Okay," I throw my hands into the air defensively, backing away from the subject. "I don't want to rush you, but…we need to talk about it sometime."
"And we will," Sara says with determination. "Um…what I remember, uh, you? I remember you and me dancing…and…that was nice."
The sweet smile creeping across her face was priceless and I was glad she felt she could finally open up about that small piece of information. I smile back at her, lightly giggling with joy.
"I agree. We could…if you'd like, I mean…we could do it again," I hold my smile.
She spreads her smile even more and drops her head, laughing down toward the floor. "We could, but even better…we should."
"I'm free whenever you're free…I think," I second guess myself as she looks back up at me, staring into my eyes with those bold brown eyes I love looking into anytime of day, any day of the week, month, or year.
"We'll plan it all out later. I've got to get back to my case with Warrick. Um…I don't think you'll get half as much from Grissom, though. He's still uncomfortable about it and I think he's ready to admit what happened, but he's not ready to expose himself…not yet, but we'll make sure that happens."
We share a grin and within seconds I see her head out of the doorway and into the hallway, I'm assuming to get back to Warrick like she said she should be doing since shift doesn't end for another half hour. I sigh, half content, half disappointed as I rummage through the files I have at my disposal.
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"Gil…can I have a minute," I ask, knocking softly on his office door. My voice is stern and I am way more intolerant with his decisions than I will ever be with Sara. Though I am aware Grissom is a sensitive man and likes to lock things in, much like Sara, I feel that maybe he could take the pill of acknowledgement faster than I could get Sara without having to relentlessly backpedal.
"No," he states flatly. I frown and cross my arms over my chest before I rigidly make my way to him, almost stomping toward the head of his desk.
"Grissom, we need to talk," I persist, building anger and frustration ready to surface. I knew before coming in here that Sara was right about Grissom not wanting to discuss the issue, but there was no way I was going to let this lack of communication go on any longer. "Whether you like it or not, we were all there. It happened and the only way to get around it is to talk… I expect that we'll resolve all that's unsaid sometime after shift tomorrow. I'm going to tell Sara about my plan and I hope you'll be wherever we decide to go because if you don't…I'll be breathing down your neck for the next month if not longer!"
He seems shocked at my words and the fury I am demonstrating. I figure it's because I have never used this tone with him and I've let this conversation slide for the past two weeks. Apparently waiting was a mistake, but at least we'll get everything off our chests and on the table tomorrow.
I don't give him the chance to rebut and stride out of his office, feeling confident and weightless. I think about Sara as I head in the direction of the locker room, a smile creeping across my face without my consent or protest. With everything that was happening between the two of us as she started to feel more at ease with at least half of the situation, I felt better about the feelings she brought out in me that night.
Catherine couldn't peel her eyes off Sara and the man, apparently named Derrick, dancing off to the side of the dance floor. She was having a blast from what Catherine could tell and smiled, though feeling a bit lonely and upset. She wondered why Sara with someone else was such a problem before shaking her head to rid herself of all thoughts revolving around Sara.
Turning to Grissom, she noticed the beaten and more than slightly horny, scruffy man. She frowned and extended her hand to her friend, touching his shoulder heavier than she normally would considering how many martini's she had at that point in the evening.
"Gil? Are you alright," she asked with sincere concern, her words hardly slurred but slurred nonetheless.
"Cath…Catherine," he tried to form sentences, but definitely had too much to drink, his words so slurred Catherine had to furrow her brows and intently listen in on what her colleague was trying to say. "How about…you help me with…something?"
"Um, okay? What do need help with?"
"Sara…I want…Sara. I…well…she asked me…out to dinner…last year and…I said no and…now I…take it back. Help me…help me get her…please?"
Torn between Grissom and Sara's outlooks, she felt overwhelmed and snapped her fingers for the bartender's attention. A man no older than thirty five, walked over to the red head, cleaning out a stein wearing a backwards baseball cap and looking miserable and dreary as he chewed his gum.
"What can I get for you," he flatly asked, viciously chewing his gum.
"Give me two shots of tequila…now!" Catherine was fierce and in desperate need of release as both of her co-workers put her in difficult position.
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