52. Kiss kiss, bye bye (6.13.)
"Your little boyfriend Greg called me 'daddy-o' and called money from 1965 ancient. You should teach him some manners."
"He isn't my little boyfriend like you're not ancient." Sara sat on Grissom's lap and kissed him. They were at her place, he came along a few minutes ago after he left the lab later than the rest of the shift. Like he did mot times.
"Right, you're into older man…and gray hair."
"Can be very attractive." She let her hand ran through his hair. "It all depends on the man, some men are very attractive and some are very vain. That's is the difference between you and Hodges." Sara wished she had have a camera to capture the moment when Hodges tried to cover up his gray hair with a black marker.
"I hope there's more than just vanity."
"Maybe." She pulled his head closer and kissed him again. "Lois flirted with you."
"She tried."
"You kept the cool and I wasn't jealous." Sara was more amused when the grand diva of Las Vegas tried to flirt with her boyfriend, who acted like he had no clue, what she was doing.
"Was she too old for me?"
"No, you've somebody better. Not richer but smarter."
"True. You would go away with murder."
"As long as you don't work the case."
"No I let you work it so can get away with it. Plus you might find some more money."
"Ancient money? The funny thing is, the carpet wasn't ancient, it was history. Las Vegas history I didn't want to damage by cutting a whole into it."
"Greg?"
"Who else?"
"He's into Las Vegas history which is a good thing. Only when people are interested in history it will never die. But the next time when he gets a personal present from a killer I'll bag it and lock it away."
"So you let him keep the book?"
"No, I took it away."
Sara looked indignant. "Was that really necessary?" Greg had been so proud of it.
"Yes, I want to read it too."
"Oh." She laughed. "Okay."
"I don't take his book away from him. Don't worry, no need for you to protect him."
"Stop teasing me with Greg. You're the one who sends him and me to a scene together all the time. If you really believe there is something between her and me, you wouldn't do that."
"He can a lot from you and he pays more attention when you talk to him, explain him things."
"I've to do the work of his supervisor? What will Ecklie say about this?"
"Feel like talking to him? Tell him about it."
"Before I voluntarily talk to Ecklie I go to the dentist."
"Is he nicer than Ecklie?"
"A serial killer is nicer than Ecklie. Who, by the way, has almost no hair left."
"Better or worse than gray hair?"
"Worse. Like I said, I like your gray hair, it's sexy." He was very sexy.
"You didn't say you were talking about my hair." Grissom kissed her throat softly.
"Didn't have to, you got me anyway."
"I did. I always do." He continued to kiss her. Maybe they became a little flirty at work, but he liked it. It made him feel like they were fighter for a big secret. In a way they were, they fought for their secret love.
