Chapter Four
Really Short Random Thoughts
Disclaimers et al see Chapter One
Prompts from Smacky30: perfume, heaven, nap, coffee and shoes.
Sara dabbled the perfume behind her ear, then between her breasts.
He loved watching her dress for their nights out together. It felt so liberating just to be able to go out, eat dinner, perhaps dance, without worrying about whether someone from work would see them out together.
She looked absolutely lovely tonight in her little black dress.
"I'm ready," she practically purred as she helped him finish with his tie.
"You're sure you want to go out? I mean, we could stay here and see if anything else popped up," Grissom smirked.
"Come on, let's go, Stud."
I'm in heaven, I'm in heaven
I'm in heaven, when you smile
When you smile, when you smile
When you smile. When you walk
Across the road You make my heart go
Boom-boom-boom**
Grissom sang along with the old song as he parked the Denali at the latest crime scene.
Funny how the lyrics to songs could mimic one's own life.
Sara was walking across the road to his SUV with a big smile on her face, just for him and his heart was going boom-boom-boom.
It was then he realized for the first time that he loved her.
**Jackie Wilson Said' by Van Morrison, Saint Dominic's Preview, 1972.
"Didn't have your nap today?" Catherine stood before him with her hands upon her hips.
"Pardon me?"
"You heard me, Gil Grissom. You're not playing well with others tonight; pissing off your employees is not the way to become 'Supervisor of the Year', not that you ever stood a chance at that anyway."
"What are you talking about?"
"Sara Sidle, the tall brunette that works for you?" He look was scathing. "Aaah, you know her. What happened this time?"
"Nothing." He stopped her before she could say another word. "Now get out of my office."
Albert Robbins never drank his coffee without first promptly measuring precisely one teaspoon of sugar, and one of creamer. And as he stirred it, he considered Grissom's question.
"Well, when I asked Judy to marry me, I didn't get down on one knee if that's what you're asking." He tapped his crutch on one of his prosthetic legs.
"I want to do it right, Al." Grissom explained.
"Gil, when the moment is right between you and Sara, you'll know it. It doesn't have to be some big production. Do it when you really want to tell her you love her."
It was something that no one else knew about Gil Grissom. He hated wearing shoes.
Sara became suspicious soon after they first starting sleeping with each other.
The minute he walked into her apartment, he took off his shoes; when she appeared at his door, he would always be shoeless. Any time not spent on the LVPD's time clock, he spent barefooted.
When she finally confronted him about his unusual behavior, he just nodded and simply said, "Shoes hurt my feet."
That's when she decided to learn everything she could about giving a foot massage, proper techniques and pressure.
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