Grissom and Catherine were sitting in his office, trawling through the heaps of paperwork he had to catch up on, when there was an announcement over the tannoy.
" Would CSI Sidle please come to reception. There is a visitor waiting. CSI Sidle to reception. Visitor waiting."
Grissom tensed up, and Catherine noticed, laughing softly and shaking her head.
" Oh, Gil Gil Gil Gil Gil," she tutted.
" What?" he asked.
" Even at the mention of her name you get all tense," she shook her head.
" Who?" he asked, his heart racing... he hated it when Catherine spoke to him about Sara.
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Sara was sitting in the break room having a cup of coffee when the announcement was made. She sighed, shaking her head, and got up, heading to reception.
At the desk, she looked round and started to get mad as soon as she saw him standing there. A great big bunch of flowers in his hand. Kyle just did not get it, did he?? Sara had started screening her calls so she wouldn't have to speak to him. She had sent back the letters, and the chocolates, and refused to sign for the flowers that were delivered to her door. What more did she have to do?!
" Kyle, I do not want to see or speak to you," she said, clenching her jaw.
" Sara, no, listen, I'm here to apologise. I shouldn't have gotten so angry over you spending time here. I'm so so sorry," Kyle shook his head, holding the flowers out.
" I DO NOT WANNA SPEAK TO YOU!" Sara got so angry she started to shout.
From Grissom's office, Sara could be heard loud and clear, and Grissom immediately got up and went to see what was up, even though Catherine tried to stop him, saying that Sara's problems were hers and hers alone.
At reception, Kyle and Sara were screaming at eachother now, and people were staying well away, because they knew how much of a temper Sara Sidle could get into.
" NO! KYLE! I TOLD YOU! I DON'T CARE IF YOU LOVE ME, OR IF YOUR HEART IS BROKEN! I DON'T LOVE YOU!! WHAT WILL IT TAKE TO GET THAT INTO YOUR THICK SKULL?!" she screamed at him.
" I am not stupid," he said angrily, clenching his fists, trying so hard not to hit her.#
" WHY DON'T YOU GET IT THEN?!?! " she asked.
Kyle started to advance towards her, and he grabbed her t-shirt, pulling him close to her, and Sara closed her eyes, ready for the upcoming smack, but suddenly she felt him let go of her t-shirt, and she heard the voice she dreamed about all the time say ' What the hell are you doing?!"
" Woah, come on old man! Leave me alone, kay? Just let me make my girl realise that she needs me, yeah?" Kyle laughed.
" Like hell I will," Grissom pushed him away.
Sara opened her eyes and saw the back of Grissom's head, and even that made the butterflies flutter away in her stomach. Just to know that he was protecting her made her happy, made her feel a bit better about herself.
" Didn't you hear what I said?! Let me near my girl, man!" Kyle pushed Grissom back.
" From what I understand, Sara's not you 'girl'. From what I heard, she doesn't want to see you. So if you'd kindly turn around and head right out that door it would be much appreciated," Grissom replied coolly.
" Yeah, that's gonna happen," Kyle laughed, trying to get past Grissom, but he grabbed him and shoved him back. " Get off me MAN!"
" You turn round and leave and never let me see that face again, and I will," Grissom replied.
" Shut up old timer!!" Kyle shouted and puched Grissom right in the face, hard enough to make him stumble back.
Brass was strolling in, meaning to talk to his friend about something to do with Nick and Warrick and their case, but he saw the young man hit Grissom, and he immediately sprang into action, pinning the younger man to the wall.
" What's your name pal?" he asked.
" Kyle," he replied.
" Okay, Kyle," Brass nodded, hand-cuffing the man. " You are under arrest for assault on an officer. You have thr igth to remain silent, if you give up that right, anything you do say can and will be used against you in court. You have the right to a lawyer, if you cannot afford one, we will provide you with one..."
Brass carted Kyle off, and Sara went to where Grissom was holding his jaw.
" Sara, you okay?" he asked quietly, opening and shutting his mouth.
" Yeah, of course, are you?" she asked.
" Oh, yeah, fine," Grissom nodded.
" I don't believe you. C'mon. Let's go find you an ice-pack so that doesn't swell up," Sara wrapped her hand round his upper right arm, trying to lead him towards an ice-pack.
" No, it's okay, honestly," he shook his head.
" How about we say you let me do this and maybe I won't be mad at you any longer," Sara smiled slightly.
Grissom sighed and nodded, following her, not able to concentrate on anything else but her hands on his arm.
Sara's stomach was doing back flips, and front flips, and all sorts of other flips, and se could feel her legs starting to go funny. He had strong arms... from the feel of it anyway... and god... he was just so god damn hot it was unbelieveable.
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When they eventually found an ice-pack, Sara stuck it against his cheek and took him to his office, which Catherine had since vacated, somehow knowing that the pair would come back eventually.
Sara cleared a small space on his desk, and told him to sit down, so he perched on the edge of his desk, watching intently as she took his hand in hers, taking it away from his cheek, looking at the right hand side of his face, and then his left.
Then she reached out and very gently ran her fingers over each side, making Grissom shiver. Not because her hands wer cold, oh no... because she was so beautiful, and it felt so good.
" Okay, there's not too much of a bump there," she smiled. " I would say you'd be okay..."
" Oh.. uh..." his voice was croaky, and he'd lost the capability to form simple sentences.
They looked into eachother's eyes, and Sara gently leaned forward and kissed the little bump. Grissom shivered again. She stood back a bit, looking into his piercing, clear blue eyes. Well... they were so clear now... they were starting to cloud over a little as his mind drifted far away...
She leaned forward again and gently placed a tender kiss on his forehead, and this time she only moved a few centimetres away. Grissom opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, all he could do was watch as the woman moved.
Then after a pause, Sara went for it. She placed her lips on Grissom's, giving him a gentle kiss, then pulled away. His brain completely stopped working, and something very rare happened... Gilbert Grissom's heart took over...
He laid the ice pack on the table, and he wrapped one arm round Sara's waist, the other hand he placed gently on her cheek.
They made eye contact for a few seconds before Sara moved closer, kissing him again, only this time Grissom kissed back. They kissed oh-so-tenderly for a few minutes, nothing in it but love... surprisingly there was not a hint of lust.
Then Grissom pulled away and looked into her eyes.
" Oh,Griss..." she let out a soft sigh. " God, that was.."
He stopped her mid-sentence by placing a finger on her lips, effectively silencing her. They looked deep into eachother's eyes, cool blue meeting warm brown... and then he stood up, making himself taller than her, and he wrapped his arms round her, pulling her into a warm , tight, secure embrace that she just sank into.
Sara felt so good in his arms. He had only just started to hug her, yet she already felt safe, as if nothing could harm her. God, he was a fantastic kisser too. For a man who was quiet, and who you wouldn't expect to have had much experience, he certainly kissed like he had. She was starting to think that there was a secret side to Gil Grissom. A side which nobody at his work had ever seen.
Grissom gently kissed the top of her head, letting out a soft sigh. She fitted right into his arms. She felt as if she belonged there. Her face was buried into his chest, and he could have sworn he felt her smile against him. He tightened his grip on her, and she gently held onto his top, breathing in his scent.
He smelled of warm water, and soap, and a faint little hint of aftershave. He didn't smell of loads of products. Just like she had always imagined...