Sara's hair was tousled and she was still wearing the same clothes he'd left her in except now they were all wrinkled. It was clear that he had woken her up, but he didn't care. She needed to know that she can't go out and get drunk; luckily the bartender knew to call the lab.
"What do you want? I was sleeping." She practically growled at him.
"Can I come in?" He asked casually. She stepped aside and granted him entrance. Grissom walked in and sat on the couch. He remained silent until she joined him in the adjoining chair.
"So, what brings you by?" She asked.
"Are you upset with me?"
"Yes."
"Why?" He was curious to know what he had done wrong.
"You woke me up and I have a hangover." He paused to look at his hands. His fingertips were touching and he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
"Sara, what do you remember from last night?"
"Everything." He raised his eyebrow at this comment.
"Did you mean everything you said?"
"Yes; alcohol tends to make me very honest." She replied.
"What about the things you did?"
"Did that make you uncomfortable? Are you afraid to admit that you liked it?" She asked instead of answering.
"Of course I liked it; you took advantage of biology. What I want to know is why you did it."
"I wanted to; I've always wanted to. My rationality was suppressed by the alcohol. I found it was actually very freeing. I have a question for you; why did you kiss me back?"
"You didn't give me much of a choice." Grissom was forcing himself to keep looking in her eyes.
"There's always a choice. You didn't have to move your mouth at all. You kissed me back. You're stronger than I am, you could've pulled away." She told him.
"I'm not as strong as you think I am when it comes to you." He said.
"Why?"
"You tempt me with every breath you take. It can be very draining."
"Why can't you stop resisting and give us a chance? We can keep it quiet and if it doesn't work, then we can at least say that we gave it a try."
"What if it doesn't work, Sara? What will happen then?"
"Then it wasn't meant to be and we go about our lives. If it's too hard to work together after that, then I'll move back to San Francisco. I'd rather take my chances at a relationship with you than never try at all and spend the rest of my life wondering what could have been." She told him matter-of-factly. She got up to refill her mug and took his with her to give him a minute to think about her words. He waited until she was seated again and looked at her.
"I'm no good at relationships of any kind."
"Yes, you are. You and I were good friends before I moved here."
"I'm much better when I can't see who I'm talking to. I would hurt you."
"You're hurting me now, so what difference does it make?" She told him and he winced. She leaned forward and took his hand in hers.
"Look at all the crap I've taken from you and I haven't been able to leave yet, have I?"
"No, you haven't." He dropped his head, but her hand was cupping his chin to make him look at her.
"I meant what I said last night. I love you. I don't know how much longer I can wait. When your time is up, I will leave and nothing can make me stay. I know that I won't be able to stay if you don't give us a try." He nodded, letting her know that he understood the meaning behind her words. His time was almost up. This information sobered him up and he let his heart control his body. He stood and pulled her to her feet.
"I love you, too." He whispered and crushed his lips to hers. Sara moaned at the sudden onslaught of emotions she felt in his kiss. Grissom's hands gripped her hips tightly and pulled her body closer to his. Sara's hands wrapped around his neck; sinking her fingers in his hair. When one hand moved for the buttons on his shirt, he broke the kiss to take her hands in his.
"Not yet, ok?" She smiled softly.
"Ok."
"It's not that I don't want to, I just want to take you out a few times first. We should get to know each other personally before we get to know each other intimately."
"Ok. You should get home and sleep. We have to work tonight." She leaned forward to kiss him briefly.
"Ok. I'm sorry for waking you."
"It was worth it." She told him and walked him to the door. He kissed her one last time before walking out the door.
At the same time Grissom was confessing his feelings for Sara, Nick was welcoming a small group of friends into his home. He knew they were bursting with curiosity due to his vague email.
"Welcome; I've recently been privy to some interesting events. I've promised not to say a word, so I won't." As he finished his little speech, he moved off to the side and pressed play on the remote. Catherine, Warrick, Greg and Brass watched the scene unfold in front of them in wide eye amazement. Nick held back his laugh when they saw Grissom dancing with Sara; and dancing very well. All of them gasped when she pulled his head to hers and down kissed him. When the short video ended, Brass stood up.
"I see that you are all as shocked as I am. I've got an idea; I am going to blackmail Grissom and it will include some dancing. I have the perfect song picked out for them to dance to, but I need your help getting them both there. Are you all willing to help me?" All of them looked at each other, nodding their heads enthusiastically.
"Ok, the real trick is to make Grissom think we're all going out for breakfast. We'll talk him into a carpool and then drive over to the bar. He won't have a way to leave unless he walks or calls a cab. We'll have to convince him to stay and I think the best way to do that is through Sara."
"I agree, I'll bring Sara." Greg volunteered.
"I'll help him." Warrick volunteered as well.
"I'll fade into the background because it will take him about two seconds to figure out that you know he can dance because of me." Nick said and Brass nodded in agreement.
"I think I can tag-team with Brass and get Grissom there. What song do you have picked out, Brass?" Catherine asked after claiming her task in the plan.
"You are the Woman" by Firefall. It's not fast and it's not slow, but the words are so perfect to describe his feelings for her, it's almost like he could have written the song himself."
"Oh, good choice. I've always loved that song." Catherine applauded his choice. The other men nodded in agreement.
"When are we going to do this?" Greg asked.
"Let's give them one week to forget about the dancing and then we'll spring our trap." Brass answered, after thinking about it for a moment. The group dispersed and Nick went to bed.
That night, Sara was deliriously happy when she went into work. She was careful to keep her joy off of her face so as not to raise any suspicions. She approached his office casually and knocked on the door frame. He looked up and smiled pleasantly.
"Hey, come on in."
"How are you?" She asked.
"I'm good. I slept well for the first time in a long time; how about you?"
"I'm well and I was wondering if you have any plans for lunch tomorrow?"
"Unfortunately I do, but I am free for breakfast if you're interested." He offered in exchange.
"Sounds great; I'll see you in the break room." She smiled and left the room. He hid his smile as soon as she turned her back just in case any one happened to be walking by. Luckily, no one was there. He grabbed up the assignment slips and joined his team in the break room. Assignments were handed out and the team all filed out of the room. Both Sara and Grissom were slightly distracted throughout the shift, anxiously waiting for it to end. When it did finally end, Sara grabbed her things and left. On her car was a note telling her to go home and be ready in one hour. She sped home as fast as she could to get ready for her first date with Grissom. She hoped it wouldn't be the last.
One hour later, Grissom knocked on her door. Sara opened it to reveal a very casual looking Grissom. He was wearing jeans and a light blue polo shirt. He handed her a single red rose after kissing the back of her hand.
"Good morning." She smiled.
"Good morning." He said. Sara grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder as she walked out the door. She too was dressed causally in shorts and a tank top. Her hair had been pulled back into a loose ponytail and she was wearing sandals. Grissom took note of her painted toe nails; he didn't think she was the type of woman to do that, let alone choose pink nail polish.
"You look lovely." He said.
"Thank you, you look very handsome, too. I like this look on you; it reminds me of when we met." She told him as he opened the car door for her. She waited until he was in the car with her to continue.
"So where are you taking me?" He smiled mysteriously at her, but didn't answer. Sara knew she wasn't going to get any information from him, but she decided to have fun trying. She put her hand on his thigh. He tensed slightly.
"Gil, did you hear me?" She asked innocently.
"Yes."
"Why won't you answer me?"
"I want to keep it a surprise." Her hand moved a little higher on his thigh.
"I guess now is a good a time as any to tell you that I don't really like surprises." His hand finally covered hers.
"I'm glad to know that and will keep that in mind for future dates, but this time shall remain a surprise." Sara mock pouted in her seat unaware of the direction he was going in. It wasn't until he parked the car that she realized where they were.
"Gil, if you wanted to have breakfast at your place, why did you just tell me to meet you here?"
"Then I wouldn't have been able to hold your hand in the car." He said. It was a lame excuse, but she smiled nonetheless. He took her by the hand and led her inside. The most wonderful aroma greeted them. Sara inhaled deeply.
"What smells so good?"
"I made fresh bread. It should be done in a few more minutes. Come on in and make yourself at home. I'll get breakfast put together for us." He led her into the kitchen and walked around the island to the oven side. He set the hot bread on the stove top and right next to it, a quiche. Sara's mouth was beginning to water. He stood in front of her and cut up some fresh fruit and then poured some juice into glasses.
"Did you grow the fruit and make the juice from scratch as well?" She teased.
"I can, but no, those came from the store. Let me know what you think." He set a plate in front of her and took the seat next to her. Sara eagerly dug in and moaned at the quiche practically melting in her mouth.
"Oh my god, this is so good. I love it. Thank you for inviting me to breakfast."
"You're quite welcome. I'm glad you like it."
"It's delicious. I'm very tempted to ask for seconds." He watched her savor each and every bite. He'd never paid that much attention to someone eating before, but with Sara and the noises she was making, it was almost…erotic. He definitely knew what kind of dreams he was going to have when he went to sleep.
After breakfast, Sara insisted on helping with the dishes. He allowed it only because he knew how persistent she could be when she wanted to. Truthfully, he didn't mind that much because then the dishes would be done faster and they would have a few extra minutes alone together before he took her home. He led her to the couch and she sat in the middle.
"Sadly, I will have to take you home soon. I need to go back to the lab for a stupid budget meeting. What would you like to do in the meantime?" He asked.
"How much time do we have?" He looked at his watch.
"Not much, about thirty minutes or so." Sara automatically set an alarm on her cell phone before making her move. He was caught off guard by her attack, but quickly joined in her little game by pushing her back so he was the one on top. Sara undid the three buttons of his polo shirt and moved her kisses down his neck. Grissom slipped one hand under her shirt and was moving up to fondle her breasts when Sara's cell phone chirped on the table.
"It's been thirty minutes already; it's only felt like five." Sara complained. Grissom doubled checked the time on his watch.
"I agree, but it is time for me to take you home."
"Rain check?" She asked hopefully.
"Definitely. We'll go out again in a couple of days." He stood and pulled her to her feet. He walked her to the car and drove her home. Ever the gentleman, he walked her to the door and didn't leave until he heard the lock slide into place. He was sad that he had to end a date with his dream girl to go sit with Ecklie in a meeting.
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A/N: I'm so sorry this chapter has taken me so long to post…It's crazy at my house right now with school ending and my husband's car has a flat so I've been driving him to work all week. I'll do my best to get chapter 4 done in the next couple of days. This is one of the stories that I'm making up as I go which is something I don't usually do. I thank you all for your patience and understanding. Reviews are wanted and appreciated. Have a great day everyone! Kelly
