Chapter Six: I Don't Bite…Usually
Several hours later, nearing the end of shift, Grissom made his way to the break room for a much needed cup of liquid fuel. He hadn't been able to focus on anything but Sara's proposal since he'd left the locker room. She had been making herself scarce it seemed all night, not that he had really put much effort into looking for her. If he were to be honest with himself, he was avoiding her. He had yet to come to a decision and didn't want to risk running into her in the process.
Entering into the break room, a file in hand, still undecided about their situation, he realized his mistake. He forgot how much coffee Sara Sidle drank and how much paperwork she had put off all week. There she was sitting at the table, file laid out before her, nursing a steaming cup of the county provided sludge, sucking ruthlessly on a lollipop, intently focused on the report she was writing. Deciding it best not to disturb her, or at least that's what he told himself as he was trying not to watch what she was doing to that lollipop, he was about to step out and come back later when she spoke, pulling the pop just far enough from her mouth for her to speak.
"I don't bite…Usually." She never stopped her writing or moved her gaze from the form while she spoke.
Gulp. Damn it.
"I, uh…You just seemed very focused. I didn't want to disturb you." He said, and even he didn't believe himself. Luckily for him, she didn't call him on it.
"Riiiiight. I just made a fresh pot. Well, as fresh as one can find in this building without the aid of Greg anyways." Still not taking her eyes from the form, in fear perhaps of what she'd find, she gave a slow lick to the pop.
"Uh, th-thanks." Timidly, he moved to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.
"I, uh, finished processing the cars. I sent swabs and that hair to DNA and Trace, and Mandy's running the prints now. I'm just finishing up my report, I'll have it on your desk by end of shift." Nope, still haven't shifted her gaze from that paper or let go of that pop.
"Uh…good. That's, that's good." How can she just act as if nothing has happened? And what is with that damn pop!? Turning to face her, he lent against the counter, only to find her still absorbed in her paperwork and still sucking away. "Just uh, let me know when you get the results back."
"Sure." Just don't look at him and you can pretend that you didn't just offer your boss a sexual arrangement. Way to go Sara! He hasn't mentioned it, maybe that's his way of saying no, just pretend it didn't happen. But then again, he didn't say no either. Damn it! This was supposed to be the non-complicated approach.
Is she avoiding me? Me?! She leaves me to decide whether I want to sleep with her…pretty much whenever I want…and she's avoiding me?!
With a soft sigh and conjuring all of his courage, Grissom moved to sit at the table across from her. Placing his file down on the tabletop and pulling out the chair stirred her attention. She raised an eyebrow in question, but still didn't look at him, more afraid now than she was before. Stuffing the pop back into her mouth, unaware of the effect it was having on her would-be-lover, she felt that if she kept her mouth full, the less likely she'd be to stuff her foot into it.
Well, if he's sitting here voluntarily...with me…that's got to be a good sign. Maybe he'll just pretend that nothing happened.
Silently Grissom took his seat and 'attempted' to work through the file that needed his focus. Sara Sidle sitting across from him wearing a low cut shirt and sucking the life out of a lollipop was not helping.
Sara continued on with her report, but she thanked the Heavens that she wrote everything in shorthand. What Grissom didn't know was that her report, if read now, would reveal that her mind was anywhere but on her work. Her report of chemical analysis was more about the chemistry between them than anything to do with the '72 Camaro sitting in the garage. Grissom sitting across from her, wearing his glasses, her ultimate weakness, was not helping.
"Whatcha working on?" Sara asked around the pop, only to break the awkward silence and hopefully remove some of the tension that was engulfing the room.
Is he staring at me again? No, don't look. His hands aren't moving and he's definitely not working on that file that is upside down. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he came in here to give me my answer. Out with it Grissom!
God, she is so beautiful. She's just perfect. Well, maybe I could say yes, and we could go from there. If we're successful in hiding it then maybe we could find a way to be together fully. No, I can't do that. I think I'm getting a headache. All this thinking is just not good for me. And all that…sucking…is definitely not good for me either.
"Grissom?"
Yup definitely staring at me. Either that or there's a bug behind me.
Is she talking? She is! Shit. Say something dumbass!
"Hmm? Just reviewing this case file. Yeah." Again, real intelligent.
Sara had to bite back a chuckle as he cleared his throat and tried to act as if he wasn't caught. Hastily moving his hands to the file, but not quite seeing it as he pretended to focus on it. A smile pulled at Sara's lips and she, too, cleared her throat, holding back a laugh and unceremoniously used her lollipop to point at his file.
"Your file Griss. It's up-side-down." She whispered conspiratorially, making his jaw drop open at his absurdity.
"I...uh…umm…" He stuttered again, while he repositioned the folder in front of him.
"Were…distracted?" Again, having to cough a little to hide her mirth.
"Something like that." He replied, not amused.
For the next ten minutes or so they both worked in companionable silence, each too lost in their own thoughts. Sara giving quite a bit of attention to making Grissom squirm with her ministrations of her pop and Grissom taking the bait. Well that was until Sara decided to raise the heat so to speak. Figuring she had nothing left to lose after basically whoring herself to him, she started slow, testing the waters. Careful not to make any noise or movements that he'd notice, and keeping her stoic façade, she kicked off her shoes under the table and then inched one foot forward slowly until she could just barely feel the leather of his shoe on her toes.
This is it. Do it.
Taking a deep breath and reminding herself that this will all be worth it, even if she does get fired for sexual harassment, she slid her foot to the hem of his trousers and then slowly and seductively guided it up his inner ankle, to his calf. Upon hearing his sharp intake of breath and noticing the white-knuckle grip he acquired on his pen, she smiled and moved up, up, up. When her foot reached his inner thigh and was getting dangerously close to his manhood, his hands began to shake and his breathing became frigid. She had to purse her lips and grip her pen much like him to keep from jumping him right there on the break room table.
"Oooohhh. Mmmm." Grissom's eyes closed tight as her foot began massaging him through his pants.
Taking in his audible appreciation of her ministrations, she figured he was now putty in her hands. With a devilish smile she hastily dropped her foot to the floor, leaving him in complete bewilderment and frustration. With one large crunch, she bit into the pop finishing it. Quickly throwing her shoes back on, she stood, gathered her file, finished her coffee, threw away the stick to her pop and with a look of pure innocence, turned back to one very shell-shocked Gilbert Grissom.
"Shifts over and I just remembered that there's a documentary on the travel channel that I've been dying to see. Don't want to miss it. I'll just put this…" She held up the file for him to see. "…on your desk. I'll see you later." And with one final smug smile, she left the room.
I swear she did that on purpose! And she definitely had an extra bounce to her step! Damn that woman!!
Once Sara was clear of the break room, she had to sprint to the locker room to release her laughter.
I can't believe I just did that. I can't believe he just let me do that. I seriously hope this works. If not, I may just have to invest in some elicit items for my bedside drawer. I really, really hope this works.
Reigning in her complex emotions, she grabbed her things from her locker and headed straight to Grissom's office, hoping that he wasn't in there, to drop off the file – minus the report she had been writing in the break room of course. Seeing the room empty, she let out a relieved sigh and went in. With her mind so intently focused on the biological needs she was lacking and a certain entomologist's anatomy, she couldn't help but fantasize a bit about his very office and the things she would love to do to him in it. Shaking those thoughts free of her mind, she placed the file down on his overflowing desk, but then spotted a pad of post-it notes and she got an idea. Grabbing a pen she took one of the sheets of sticky paper and wrote simply…
I love your office.
Especially the desk ;)
xoxo
S.
With a smile she stuck the note to the inside of the file she'd left and walked out, practically running to her car.
When Grissom had finally gotten over the shock of Sara's abrupt departure from the break room, and then waited long enough so no one could notice the effect of her presence, he ventured back to his office to gather his things for the day. As he entered the dimly lit room, he sighed at the stacks of paperwork that he was unable to complete, but as he walked closer to his desk he noticed Sara's file on top and his interest was peaked. Upon opening the department issued folder, his eyes caught the yellow post-it note and he was sure that had he been drinking something, he would have choked at the suggestion within her words.
That's it!
Stuffing the note into his pocket to keep anyone from seeing it, he grabbed his jacket and keys and stormed off to the parking lot.