A/N: I know I said I would fix the location problem, but I didn't so yeah... I will get round to it though!
The offending beep of an alarm worked it's way through Sara Sidle's sleep-hazed brain. Stretching her arm across the expanse of the mattress, she turned off the increasingly high pitched sound and dragged herself out of bed. Her train of thought seemed to be one-tracked on one thing. Even as she dressed, her mind was elsewhere and she still managed to make it out the door on time and in a presentable state.
The lecture room was half-filled by the time she entered, managing to make it through the door without so much as a stumble. Grissom, as he had insisted she call him, was setting up a projector and fumbling about with the number of wires surrounding the box. Smiling lightly to herself, she took the seat directly below the podium he was stood behind and tipped the useful contents from her bag onto the desk in front of her.
When he began his lecture, she saw how his eyes scanned the whole of the room, looking for her she hoped expectantly. When his eyes finally met hers, the electric current that ran through each of her nerve endings was enough to create an absent chill. He seemed to be just as affected by the intensity of her stare, as he returned his gaze straight back to the papers displayed on the overhead projector. As he made his way through the rest of the lecture, she managed to fight back the urge to fire off questions again. With great difficulty.
The bell signalling the end of another hour chimed loud and shrill throughout the hallway outside, startling Sara out of her Grissom-orientated daydreams. She watched through narrowed eyes at the blonde making her way toward him; noting how she practically strutted there. She caught her leaning suggestively over the desk he had re-positioned himself behind in her peripheral vision, catching herself before she could laugh as he straightened inconsiderably. Snapping the zip on her bag up, she made her way over to him just in time to watch the blonde leave, looking slightly defeated. He ran his hand over his face, jumping slightly when she spoke, "I'm too late to rescue you, huh?" his startled expression morphed into a lop-sided grin when he recognised her voice and looked up into her beaming face. "Just a little," he teased back, before shrugging into his coat and stepping round the desk to stand by her. "How is your coffee intake today?"
The second time they had coffee lasted just over two hours, despite the fact they only ordered one beverage each. Neither noticed how the other would stall in taking a sip, just to prolong the tranquil atmosphere between them. Sara once again held back the questions aching to fall from her tongue, opting for rather different approaches. Grissom also had to fight back the nagging in the back of his mind that resembled that of a faucet. Sara. Sara. Sara. As time went on he hardly even noticed it, too consumed by watching the gap between her front teeth or studying just how beautiful she was.
After their cups were completely drained of liquid, they forced themselves to leave the café. Sara immediately thought up ideas to keep him in her presence, but was beaten to the post when he suggested they take the long route. Grissom once again found himself listening to the dripping in the back of his head. There was a strong instinct to let his hand rest on the small of her back, or clutch her hand in his as they crossed the street. On one occasion, he forgot about the rules completely and found their arms linked on his part. The small thrill that ran through him when she didn't shrug out of his grip lasted long enough to pass through Sara's body as well. The almost picturesque pathway alongside the river, grabbed their attention and they began to walk down it, hand in hand. Grissom stopped halfway, gently tugging her to stand beside him as he leaned against the railing. She complied, looking out over the rippling water, deeply highlighted by the milky-white moon neither had noticed appear. When he looked down to their reflection, he saw how her head was turned completely toward his. Almost hesitantly, he looked over at her and found himself immediately captivated by her stare; neither noticing how the wind suddenly picked up around them. The fire in her eyes sent waves of heat throughout his body and she felt exactly the same, every nerve ending in her body screaming to break the contact. The sound of footsteps broke the tension drowning the atmosphere and both of them looked toward the oncoming sound, just in time to watch as a jogger passed by. Sara wrapped her arms around her torso, only just noticing how cold she was. Grissom draped his coat over her shoulders before taking her hand and leading her back to campus.
TBC...
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