Title: Dance with me
Author: loubric
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: I have no rights to CSI. It belongs to CBS, Alliance Atlantis, Anthony Zuicker and any number of persons and entities other than me. No infringement is intended in any way, and this story is not for profit.I also mention "Next Time I Fall (In Love)" by Pete Cetera in the story, this does also not belong to me, it is used purely for entertainment purposes :) I encourage everyone reading this story to listen to the song online, it really sets the tone, especially towards the end. The storyline is mine so please don't use it without my permission!
A/N: This is a follow-up story to Crime Scene Love. This story is loosely set during the beginning of season 6, throughout which a serious and physical relationship between Grissom and Sara begins and is evident but is unknown between the rest of the staff. This time I was obsessed with listening to "Next Time I Fall (In Love)" by Pete Cetera that gave me inspiration, hence the reason why I used it - it felt fitting! I would appreciate any constructive criticism. Positive and negative feedback is always welcome :)
Sara wiped the sweat from her brow and stood up as best she could in the cramped minivan that she was processing. Dusting for fingerprints was a tedious job but doing so on her haunches and doubled over in the back of a stuffy van was unbearable. Her height was definitely a disadvantage today she thought.
Her mind wandered to Grissom, as she took a sip of water. She smiled and giggled softly as she remembered their make-out session at the crime scene a few days ago. Since then she had hardly seen him, not by her choice though. Keeping quiet about their relationship was hard but it was also exhilarating pretending to be just work colleagues in front of the rest of the gang.
It made the few moments they shared alone the most mind-blowing she had every experienced. She blushed as she thought of doing more than just kissing him.
The lab jacket she was wearing was making her too hot and she removed it rapidly and threw it out the window. Her tight v-neck sleeveless vest clung to her athletic upper body and her arms and chest glistened with sweat.
Grissom stood against the wall across the room. He watched her through the slightly open door and smiled slyly. She took his breathe away every time he saw he.
He walked over to the vehicle to get a better look at her. He opened the door with his right hand and stood staring at her for a few moments before speaking.
"Hot in here….isn't it…" he murmured .
His deep voice startled her slightly. She turned to look at him and replied "And it just got warmer…"
His deep blue eyes wandered over her body "See something you like?" she retorted.
His smile was answer enough as he leaned forward, grabbed her hand and pulled her against him. She fell to her knees in front of him on the floor of the van.
"Why Gilbert ……aren't you afraid someone might see us..?" she asked questioningly as he held her against him.
He halfheartedly glanced around "… Sara honey, at this point I don't give a fuck who see's us…"
Surprised and extremely turned on by his profanity she smiled at him as he drew her close to him.
He wrapped his strong arms around her tiny waist and she felt his rough beard run across her as he kissed and licked down her neck.
He planted wet kisses across her collarbone and nuzzled under her ear. She groaned in appreciation and she pressed herself closer to him. His big hands ran down the back of her thighs while he whispered incoherent words in her ear.
He grabbed the back of her neck roughly and without warning as he pressed his mouth against hers. Her mouth parted automatically, allowing his tongue to dart inside. Their tongues met and the pleasure that shot through her body was thrilling and she shuddered in delight. He bit her lower lip softly and gazed into her eyes.
"Sara….." he said huskily "I can't believe what you do to me, and all I've done is kiss you……"
A sudden bang came from the corridor adjacent to them and he pushed her away, reluctantly.
Catherine came sauntering into the room. "Hey Grissom, there you are…. I've been looking for you …" she walked over to him and looked back and forth to him and Sara but shrugged any confusion off. "Hey Sara.." she nodded in her direction. She shook her head in irritation "Damm it's hot in here…" and she proceeded to fan her face with the paper she was holding.
Grissom looked at Catherine with a scowl on his face. "So Catherine … what did you need me for?"
Sara suppressed a laugh at the complete change in attitude as she began working again.
"Well, I was wondering if I could use your bug expertise in a case I'm working on…." Catherine asked as she attempted to tie up her hair "…and find out if they're ever going to fix the air in this place, it's hotter than hell in here…"
Grissom's eyes momentarily lit up at the word bugs but it only lasted a second when he remembered what he had just been doing, and a slight redness appeared on his cheeks.
If Catherine noticed anything, she ignored it, she started to walk away and then stopped in her tracks and turned around "Oh, you guys haven't forgotten the charity valentines dance we all agreed to go to this Saturday night, have you...?"
Sara's eyebrows shot up and Grissom glanced at her. "We'll talk about that later and we'll finish this too…" he said gruffly as he followed Catherine out the door.
Sara closed the van door and picked up her findings as she walked towards the door. Greg came bounding in and almost collided with her.
"Hey Greg …. what's up?" Sara asked as she switched her weight from one foot to the other. Greg smiled at her sheepishly "I came to ask you a favor Sara …." his face turned light pink "I was supposed to take that cute new girl Abbey from the front desk to the charity valentines dance, but she has a stomach bug so I was wondering if you would go with me ... just as friends though..." he added quickly.
Sara's mind was racing. It was 2 days before the dance, Grissom hadn't asked her, truthfully she had completely forgotten about the event and she couldn't hurt Greg's feelings, especially if she wasn't sure that she would be going with Grissom anyway. She went with her gut instinct.
"I'd love to Greg … and I won't take offense that I was actually your second choice…" she added teasingly.
"Thanks Sara …. I owe you BIG TIME!!... Oh … hey what color dress are you gonna wear, I don't want to clash…." he added.
Without thinking twice she answered "Most probably black … but thanks for asking Greggo..."
They walked through the door down the corridor "Do you just wanna meet here and we all go together? I think that's what the others wanna do…" Greg asked as he walked next to her.
Sara hardly heard what he said because she was wondering what Grissom would say, but she answered automatically "Sure, sure Greg, that sounds great … listen I have to go process these fingerprints, I'll see ya later…"
Sara was frowning as she knocked on Grissom's office door towards the end of her shift. He looked up from his desk and his face broke out into a sexy grin. "Do you have a minute?" Sara asked softly as she walked through the door. "For you …. I have all night.." he answered as she had a seat in the chair across from him. "Listen Gris….." she said affectionately. "I wasn't sure what we were going to do about this charity dance this weekend, and I didn't expect to go with you, considering what we're doing is unknown to everybody, except us so… I uh….. I told Greg that I'd go with him …. as friends of course……even though you know I'd rather go with you.." her voice dropped to just below a whisper. "You're not mad are you..?" she added.
Grissom's face dropped slightly but he attempted to smile as he saw how disappointed she looked. "No dear……. " he said warmly. "I'm jealous as hell that young Greg gets to escort you and not me but I'm definitely not mad no.."
Sara smiled sadly. Grissom's cell phone rang and he looked up at her apologetically as he saw that it was Brass. "Sorry Sara, I have to take this, we'll talk later okay..?" She blew him a kiss as she left his office.
After he got off the phone with Brass, Grissom rubbed his temples to try and ease the splitting headache that was forming.
He sighed deeply as he thought of Sara going to the dance with Greg, he punched the desk with his fist, Damm he was jealous!
He got up and went to the break room to get a fresh cup of coffee, as he approached the kitchen he heard Nick and Warrick talking.
"This girl that I'm bringing is so fine, you'll see..." Warrick said.
"Yeah...how much you paying her Warrick?" Nick retorted.
Grissom walking in during the middle of the heated argument. He coughed loudly.
"Oh hey boss... we were just talking about the charity dance this weekend." Nick remarked.
"Yes, I figured as much..." Grissom said sternly, trying not to smile.
"Yeah ... so Gris, whose the lucky lady you're taking?" Warrick said as he took a bite of his burger.
"Not this time fellows, I'm going stag ... unfortunately..." he muttered as a vision of Sara came into his head.
Nick and Warrick exchanged looks as Grissom was lost in thought. "So ... uh ...Gris we're renting a limo for all of us to ride in, we're leaving from the lab at 8pm on Saturday... you in?"
Grissom forced himself to focus "What ... oh sure... 8pm... anyway I better get back to my office..."
Grissom left the room without getting coffee and Warrick and Nick looked at each other in confusion.
"What's up with the boss man?" Warrick asked. "Beats me ... must be a girl.." replied Nick and they both burst out laughing.
Sara was nervous, very nervous. Even though she wasn't going to the dance with Grissom they were still going together, to a social event. Suffice to say she was extremely nervous! She had taken extra care in getting ready for the dance and had actually decided to wear a dress. She drove to work in a fog and it felt like it took a few seconds to get there.
She pushed open the glass doors that led to the lab and every man that passed her did a double take, but she was unaware of their attention. She took a deep breath as she rounded the corner and her high heels made a loud noise with every step that she took.
She cast her eyes downward and sighed, then lifting her head she carried on walking down the corridor. She stopped dead, Grissom was at the end of the hall, frozen.
Grissom adjusted his tie and turned the corner, ready to go and meet everyone. As he looked up he saw Sara and he did a double take. She was breathtaking! She was wearing a very very tight fitting, floor length black, satin, halter neck evening gown. Leaving very little to the imagination. A slit rose up her shapely left leg stopping at the top of her thigh. The halter neckline came down low exposing the sides of her firm breasts. She was simply the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
His entire face lit up and he slowly started walking towards her.
She saw him coming towards her and she slowly approached him. Their eyes met and she felt a magnetic pull that she had never ever felt before.
They reached eachother and Grissom continued to stare at her. She smiled "So... Gris... do I look okay...?"
He slowly reached down and lifted her left hand with his and brought it to his lips and kissed it firmly. "You, Sara are the most ravishing, the most gorgeous, the most spectacularly dressed woman I have ever laid my eyes on..."
She was speechless but her whole body tingled with pleasure at his words. She took a look at him and was equally impressed. He was dressed in a black fitted suit with a black shirt and black textured tie, that looked like it had been made especially for him. She smiled and a dimple appeared on the side of her mouth "You look devilishly handsome, and I wish it was you I was going with ..." she whispered wistfully.
He smiled at her bittersweetly and extended his arm "...Let me at least accompany you Greg then ..." he added.
He slipped her arm into his and they walked arm in arm together towards the front entrance. They were deep in conversation when all of a sudden they heard.
"Holy crap..." Greg hollered.
"Is that Sara, damm ..." Warrick yelled.
"Will you look at that..." Catherine said enviously.
"Whoo hooo..." Nick whooped and wolf whistled, followed by everyone cheering and clapping.
Sara smiled but glanced down in embarrassment at all the attention
Grissom smiled down at her, but then his heart dropped as Greg approached them.
Sara forced a smile. "Sara, wow... you look amazing..." Greg said as he stood in front of them.
Grissom quietly left them and went to chat with Catherine and Brass as everyone started walked outside to get in the limo.
Catherine pulled down on her short red dress as she climbed into the limo followed by Brass and the rest of the gang. Grissom turned away and ran a hand through his hair trying to ignore the hollow feeling at the bottom of his stomach.
He breathed in the unmistakable scent of Sara, she always smelt like the morning after a thunderstorm, he found it incredible sexy. He felt her hand on his shoulder and turned around to be bowled over by her beauty yet again.
"Guess I'm without a partner, would you consider accompanying me to the dance?" Sara asked softly. Grissoms heart skipped a beat and he smiled provocatively. "What happened to Greg?" he murmured. Sara nodded to the right "Looks like his date is feeling better..." they saw Greg escorting Abbey to the awaiting limo.
"Seems so... his loss is my gain, shall we?" and for the second time, Grissom gave her his arm and they got into the limo.
The dance was turning out to be a roaring success. Grissom and Sara were finding it extremely difficult to keep their hands off eachother, but they couldn't let their relationship become public knowledge so they kept their distance. This didn't stop them from stealing erotic glances at eachother throughout the evening.
Eventhough Sara was his "date" for the evening, Grissom still hadn't had a chance to dance with her and he was getting envious of all the men she was dancing with. Finally towards the end of the evening he saw her dancing with Nick and the soft beginning cords of "Next Time I Fall" by Peter Cetera came on he thought, fuck this ... I'm dancing with her to this song. And he jumped up and went and tapped Nick on the shoulder.
"Excuse me Nick, I think it's my time to dance with the Belle of the Ball... go ... NOW..!" he said in a stern voice.
"Hey... okay, I don't argue with the boss.." Nick winked at Sara and went to join Warrick at the bar.
"Evening Miss Sidle..." he murmured softly as he placed his right hand firmly on her waist as his left hand took hers. He pulled her close, their bodies pressed against eachother. She looked up into his blue eyes and her heart skipped a beat "Evening Gilbert..." she said flirtatiously.
No words were spoken as they gazed into eachothers eyes and swayed gently to the soft music. Suddenly he twirled her as the chorus of the song came and she laughed as he gripped her against his body. Finally, as the last cords of the song were played he dipped her low towards the floor and slyly slid his hand up her exposed leg. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear "I think Sara ... we need to find a hotel room ... Now!"
The End ... but can you wait??