Lilacs and Frills



This is my fist fanfiction, written for my own entertainment, and I personally don't think it's very good. I'm a GSR shipper and I know they've been put in situations like this before but I just couldn't help myself. I'd appreciate any reviews so I know if it's worth finishing. Thanks.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to CBS, Paramount and Jerry Bruckheimer and Anthony Zuiker. I am not making money off of this and sadly will have to go back to my job babysitting the children from hell.

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Sara was beside herself. There were about a million, no make that a billon, places she'd rather be then here. The smell was overwhelming and making her eyes water. Why, oh why had she agreed to this?

Maybe, she pondered, it was lack of sleep or maybe it was that she couldn't say no to him. Not when he looked at her with his deep blue eyes and…..

She stopped her thoughts right there. Were had that come from? She knew she had to end her train of thinking before it took her into dangerous territory.

Well anyway, she rationalized, why she had agreed didn't matter. The fact was she was here and not very happy about it. Of all people to send he had to send her. She hardly even knew Catherine and now she was in some smelly little frilly store buying her a birthday present.

She sighed picking up a large candle scented heavily of lilacs. Did she like lilacs? Would she even shop in a store like this? Sara had no idea, heck she hadn't even known it was Catherine's birthday until about an hour ago when Grissom had asked her to go pick out a present for her. He had to know that she was probably the worst person for the job.

Sara gave a mental shrug and turned to look at the other shelves, the candle still in her grasp. The group had all chipped in and had collected around fifty dollars of pocket "change" to spend, she calculated if she bought the candle she would have around thirty-eight left to spend. Sara picked up a silver picture frame with the word "love" under it and smiled; even if she didn't know Catherine that well she knew she'd like this. She could put that picture of her and Lindsey in it, the one she always carried around

"That picture that Nick took at the Christmas party of Gris and me would look good too," a voice in her head said.

Sara felt a faint blush appear at the thought and quickly pushed it to the back of her mind with her earlier contemplations. A candle and a frame, now all she needed to do was get was a card and she could go back to work.

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Grissom sat at his desk going through some paper work and wondering what was taking Sara so long. He felt terrible; he couldn't believe he had forgotten Catherine's birthday. This past week had been like a hell for all of them with a case that had made all of them seriously question their careers and the human race. He had gotten so engrossed in catching the sick bastard that the fact that one of his closest friends had a birthday coming up had completely slipped his mind. He had only remembered when Catherine had failed to show up for work that night. They would have to celebrate tomorrow when she came in.

He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, he knew he should have gone with Sara but he had to tie up all the paper work from the past week. Grissom had also known that she was probably not the best choice for the job but Nick was helping Greg out in the lab with something and Warrick was getting some evidence ready for a trial coming up. Besides Sara was; after all, like Catherine, a female. So shouldn't she have an idea of what Catherine would like? Grissom gave one of his half smiles as he thought of the abuse he would have taken if either the ladies on his team had heard his last contemplation, Sara would have had his butt.

He leaned back in his chair as he thought about the younger CSI. She had always made his seminars at the college interesting. Most of the time he had wondered if she was the only one in the class that had a brain. He smiled as he thought of the first time she had come up to talk to him. She had never been one for small talk and had jumped right into what was on her mind.

He had always felt a certain connection with Sara and enjoyed working with her. She was intelligent and eager, the fact that he found her attractive had never hurt the matter much either. Grissom shook his head. He knew, that by being her supervisor, he should not allow his thoughts to sway there. It could lead to a dangerous situation and maybe ruin one of the closest friendships he had.

Lost in his thoughts he didn't notice Brass walk into his office until he was standing right at his desk. Grissom looked up at the sound of a throat clearing and raised an eyebrow in question.

"We have a car jacking a little less than five miles from here." Brass started. "Some jackass hit a lady over the head as she was getting into her car then pushed her into the parking lot to be hit by whoever happened to not be paying attention." Brass held up his hand to stop any questions Grissom might have asked.

"Don't know about the woman's condition and don't know her name. But I do know he didn't get very far. The car he was stealing got hit (the irony) by some old lady pulling out of her parking space, so he got out and ran. The place was some novelty shop called "Glenda's Gifts."

Both of Grissom's eyebrows rose at the name of the store as he sat and absorbed all the information he had just been given. Thoughts of Sara would have to wait, he rationalized, as he got up to inform Warrick and Nick of their new case. He'd page Sara and have her meet them there. She'd be fine.

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