Just realised that I hadn't done an elevator one and so decided to combine it with my second Lady Heather one. Still not achieved a marvellous Lady Heather one to the point where I can leave her alone for a while. Oh well, never mind. Will get there in the end. Finally managed to use the phrase 'on auto-pilot' in one of my fics, YAY!
New Updated Version (Story not altered, just no mistakes now)
Grissom stepped into the elevator and jabbed at the button. He was working the case alone for now. He had been looking forward to working a case with Sara after he had been called out on their last night off together and had barely seen each other since then. She had been tied up with a hot case with Catherine and pulling doubles, so getting back late whereas he had had to go in early too many times for his liking recently. And now she had to go talk the DA over the case she had just finished as he didn't understand some of the information enough.
He rubbed a hand over his face as he jabbed the button repeatedly, holding back a yawn and a grimace. He would be able to see Sara after shift that night and that was all he had to keep him going. That soon he would be able to hold her again, to tell her how much he loved her, to fall asleep with her in his arms, to wake up to the soft tickle of her hair on his face, to feel alive again.
He glanced up tiredly as he heard a commotion in the hall of the hotel and vaguely registered someone running towards the elevators. He heard a shout of "hold the doors" which only dimly registered, on auto-pilot he slid his hand down to the door-holding button and pressed it down.
Suddenly a brunette was tumbling into the elevator. "Thanks" she said as she regained her balance. Grissom nodded curtly.
"What floor?" he asked politely, he might have been exhausted enough not to notice the woman who had entered the elevator, but he still had manners.
"9 please" Grissom moved his hand to the button for the 9th floor, the floor he was going to anyway.
As they rode up in the elevator and between levels one and two he heard a faint chuckle coming from the woman at his side. He turned to face her.
And his jaw almost hit the floor.
"Sara."
She beamed at him, "took you long enough! And to say you call yourself a CSI! You didn't even notice you w-" Her retort was suddenly silenced by his kiss. She paused for a moment before relaxing into the kiss.
When she pulled back she was relieved to see that the drawn look had left Grissom's face and he was back to himself again, and he was smiling at her.
She smiled back at him, neither knowing quite what to say, simply happy to see each other properly again.
They turned back to face the doors as they reached the third floor, looking like the world to no more than two CSI's with their kits, ready to face another crime scene which they only saw in their nightmares.
The elevator shuddered toa halt as the doors tried to open for the third floor. They did and another slim brunette entered the elevator silently. She pressed the button for the sixth floor before standing back and facing the doors.
Grissom looked curiously at her for a moment before speaking.
"Heather?"
She turned to face him calmly, "Good evening Mr. Grissom."
"What are you doing here?"
"The same as you, I'm working."
Sara turned her head away, not wanting to look at the woman Grissom had been so enticed by even though they had already met.
Grissom opened his mouth to reply before looking confused and shutting it again, the corner of Lady Heather's mouth twitched up into a slight smile as she answered.
"I have just dropped one of my girl's off on the third floor. My client is on the sixth" the smile at the corner of her mouth became more distinctive as she continued, "you know for a CSI, you seem to be having problems thinking of the simplest ideas tonight."
Sara tried, unsuccessfully, to disguise the giggle which rose up in her as Lady Heather echoed the opening words she had sad earlier. Heather turned to her.
"Miss. Sidle" she said politely and held a hand out to her.
Sara took the hand. "Lady Heather."
Sara shook her hand once briefly and made a move to bring her hand back when Heather silently and subtly restrained it. She glanced downwards for a fraction of a second before looking back up and into Sara's eyes.
Sara also glanced down for a fraction of a second before her eye's met Lady Heather's. She gave her a barely perceivable nod, Heather smiled and released her hand and smiled gently.
"I stand corrected."
Grissom was looking on in confusion, having no idea what was happening between the two women.
They looked at him, Sara smiling gently, "you know for a CSI" they bother began silently before falling silent, neither laughing nor continuing.
Grissom opened his mouth to ask what was going on when the elevator shuddered to a halt again. He shut his mouth and watched as Lady Heather calmly stepped out of the elevator.
Sara nodded to her in farewell as she stepped out. Heather turned around to face them both.
"Goodbye Mr. Grissom, Mrs. Grissom" she said with a nod to each of them before the doors slid shut and they began travelling upwards again.
Sara glanced at Grissom as he stood there, staring at the shut doors where Heather had just been standing, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly.
Sara stifled a laugh until it occurred to her that he looked like he was doing a goldfish impression.
She suddenly giggled outwardly, which only became worse when Grissom turned to her confused. After a while she managed to control them.
"How ... how ...how ...?" Grissom started before looking at Sara confused.
Sara smiled at him and cupped his cheek with her hand. "I really do love you sweetie."
Ok, so maybe it isn't a 'proper/normal' elevator one, but still , it does happen in an elevator, sorry to disappoint. And yes, I know they shook hands with the wrong hands, call it artistic license. And was actually liking this until the whole speaking in unison thing, might alter that later, will get my NEW beta to have a look at it when they get back. Please R & R and let me know what you think (no flames though please).