Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. Though I think you probably realise that and I should maybe stop writing these.
Once at the robbery scene of a small corner shop, Grissom and Sara acted normally to each other. Both knew how important it was to their jobs to act as civilly as possible while processing a crime scene.
Grissom stood behind the shop counter "Help me with this. The shop attendant says two men in ski masks came in and held him at gun point. When he didn't get them money fast enough, one of them shot him in the arm".
Sara stepped forward "What do you want me to do?"
He showed her, positioning his hands to look like a gun "Shoot me",
Stepping back towards the door of the shop, Sara aimed her 'gun' at him.
The pathway between the point of her finger and Grissom was blocked by a shop display.
"Okay…" Grissom said "The shooter wasn't stood in the door way", his eyes lowered to the floor near where he was stood "Or…"
"What?" Sara asked, walking over to him to see what he had found.
"Look at this blood splatter. That wouldn't come from just a shot in the arm".
Sara bent down to look closer at the blood and noticed a smudge on the counter. Turning to where she had left her kit behind her, Sara took a bottle of luminol and sprayed the counter. It glowed blue.
"Looks like someone tried to clean this up", Sara said looking back up at Grissom.
"You swab that", he told her "I'll go find out when I can talk to the shop assistant".
Grissom was gone longer than she had anticipated, and she decided to continue searching the scene after collecting a swab of the blood from both the counter and the floor. She froze, reaching the back of the shop. There in front of her was the body of a man.
She was about to go outside to find out where Grissom had gone when a voice stopped her.
"Don't move",
The cold barrel of a gun was pressed into the back of her head and she found herself praying for her own life.
As a CSI, Sara was aware of the risks involved. But she was trained to use a gun and in most cases, she didn't have to work alone. Oh God Grissom she thought where are you?
She tried to keep calm as the person behind her told her to drop her weapon. How did they even know she had a weapon? Her mind raced, thinking of what she had been taught in training. Her life would be in danger if she didn't do as the person asked and she knew she wouldn't be able to shoot at them fast enough.
"Please…" Sara tried reasoning but the voice behind her was adamant that she was to drop her gun.
She lifted the gun from her pocket, trembling now with realisation that she couldn't save herself.
Her fingers opened slowly, releasing her gun. It dropped to the floor with a crash.
"Walk!" the voice commanded, pushing the gun harder into her skull.
She obeyed, in desperation thinking of ways to get free.
Her chance came in the form of a gun shot that sent her attacker tumbling backwards, disarming him. Refusing to let fear sink in, she ran from the back room and into Gil's waiting arms.
"Sara! Thank God you're okay", he said, holding her tightly.
She buried her face in his shoulder, taking in his scent and thinking how wonderful it was to have him there. "You saved my life", she whispered.
He kept his arms around her "I'm sorry I left you. I never thought…if anything had happened to you…"
"Thank you", she said softly, cutting him off.
Her words tickled his chin as she had now lifted her head to look at him. Their eyes met and Sara half expected Grissom to turn away like he always did. But this time he leaned in and kissed her passionately. In an instant, she felt better.
"Come on Miss Sidle", Grissom said when he finally broke away, a hint of humour to his voice "I'll take you home".
"What about…him?" Sara gestured to the man that had held her at gunpoint and the further dead body in the shop's back room.
"I'll call David", he told her in an 'everything's-under-control' voice normally used to speak to a child.
She followed him out of the shop, despite his patronising manor towards her. She knew it was probably just because he cared about her and didn't want her to worry about anything after what she had just been through.
Plus…she kind of liked the idea of him taking her home if he intended to stay with her…
That should keep GSR-shippers happy for the moment, and I promise the next chapter will be a little more exciting )
