Hello again. I'm double posting today so here goes the Grissom/ Sara
chapter.
"Just pick up the phone and call him," Sara prepped herself, trying to get up the courage to phone her boss, who also happened to be the object of her affections. Sara knew the number off by heart. Well that was an understatement. She knew it backwards, upside down you name it. To say that she was slightly interested in Grissom was also an understatement but it was another thing entirely trying to phone him. With a deep breath she picked up the phone and dialled carefully the digits.
The wait until someone picked up the receiver was unbearable, and she hadn't even thought of a reason to call him. Lost deep in thought she physically jumped when Grissom answered the phone.
"Grissom."
"Umm hi it's Sara."
"Hi Sara, You alright?"
"Umm yeah."
"Ok then, so what's up?"
"What do you mean what's up? Nothing's up."
"Then why are you calling me?"
"Umm good question. It's just that."
"Well," Grissom interrupted. "It's a good job you did because I was actually just going to ring you myself. I need to go over a few details on the Tom Stacey case."
"Oh right, well what exactly do you need to know?" She was slightly disappointed. She'd flaked out and now he only wanted to talk about a case.
"Well, I can't talk about it over the phone how about you come round to mine? I'll even cook you breakfast."
Sara must have gasped because Grissom asked her what was wrong.
"Nothing, nothing," she reassured. "I'll be right round."
"Great I'll see you then."
The receiver on the other end clicked and Sara jumped in excitement, which, in turn pulled the phone off the table. Oh well, she thought, I'm off to Grissom's! She took a quick shower and dressed in her favourite blue shirt. The fact that it was slightly figure hugging and Grissom had once complimented her on it obviously held no bearing on why she was wearing it, she rationalised.
On the opposite side of Las Vegas, Grissom too was showering and sprucing up before Sara came over. He didn't know why he'd asked her to come over about the case, he'd wrapped that up hours ago just at the end of the shift. The truth was he wanted Sara, quite desperately in fact. An even bigger truth was that he'd wanted Sara since he'd first met her. She was just perfect for him. That's part of the reason he'd invited her to Las Vegas. She was a good CSI but the chance to work with her on a daily or rather nightly basis held all sorts of prospects for Grissom. As of yet though he'd never even hinted to Sara that he liked her. Did she even like him the same way? Maybe she thinks I'm too old for her? He shook his head banning the thoughts from his head until later.
Sara arrived at his house in no time. And in that time Grissom had cooked up a storm, Sara never knew he was such a whizz in the kitchen. After all the niceties and hello's etc had been exchanged it was time to get down to business. However, what Grissom had to break the news about was that there was no business. What if Sara got mad? Well there's no time like the present.
"Look Sara, I've got something to tell you."
"Go ahead." She was just about to put a mouthful of the delicious omelette that Grissom had prepared into her mouth. Great he thought she won't be able to shout at me straight away.
"Well the thing is, I finished the Stacey case a few hours ago. I just needed to talk to you about something else that's why I got you round here."
Sara swallowed hard. This wasn't like Grissom. He looked almost scared, and Grissom never ever looked scared.
"The thing is. umm." Grissom couldn't think of any other way to tell her and the words would not come out of his mouth. Why was this so difficult? Instead instinct took over and he leant over quickly and planted a kiss on her lips.
Sara looked shocked, however Grissom was already chastising himself, Smooth Grissom real smooth, Old romantic aren't you?
"Umm." Sara was for once speechless.
"I'm sorry for that Sara,"
"Trust me, don't be."
"What do you mean?"
"Grissom," Sara went into forward mode. She'd waited too long for this kiss and she wasn't going to let Grissom get away now just when he'd kissed her. "Don't you get it?"
"Get what?"
"Do you know how long I've liked you for? Why I shifted my ass out here to Vegas? I didn't do it for the job, I did it for you Grissom. I've wanted to kiss you for so long but I thought you'd never feel the same about me."
"Are you serious? That's the reason I asked you to come out to Vegas. I liked you from the first time I met you. You were, I mean are, so beautiful and smart and kind and now I'm rambling. I've just wanted to be with you for so long but I thought you'd think I was too old for you."
"Grissom?"
"What?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
He obliged and instantly they both felt the chemistry between themselves. They needed the kiss, it had been too long coming. Grissom pulled away momentarily from Sara and looked into her beautiful eyes.
"What?" She asked concerned.
"Nothing," They remained parted for a moment and the feeling of Grissom's breath tickling her own lips made her whole body tremble with delight. She felt needed she felt secure she felt. It didn't matter what she felt she just needed Grissom kissing her the feel of his lips caressing her own. The slow movement of the couple was like a well-practiced routine, and slowly Grissom lowered Sara down onto the sofa, pushing her over gently and she obliged willingly, the heat and desire of the moment to good to pass up the chance.
"Tell me if this is too fast for you but,"
"Nothing's too fast for me, let's go."
Grissom's smiled at her forwardness, and led Sara quickly up the stairs.
Ok that's for all G/S shippers and especially for Barbara if she reads it. Please please please r & r and feedback would be great! Until next time =) XX
"Just pick up the phone and call him," Sara prepped herself, trying to get up the courage to phone her boss, who also happened to be the object of her affections. Sara knew the number off by heart. Well that was an understatement. She knew it backwards, upside down you name it. To say that she was slightly interested in Grissom was also an understatement but it was another thing entirely trying to phone him. With a deep breath she picked up the phone and dialled carefully the digits.
The wait until someone picked up the receiver was unbearable, and she hadn't even thought of a reason to call him. Lost deep in thought she physically jumped when Grissom answered the phone.
"Grissom."
"Umm hi it's Sara."
"Hi Sara, You alright?"
"Umm yeah."
"Ok then, so what's up?"
"What do you mean what's up? Nothing's up."
"Then why are you calling me?"
"Umm good question. It's just that."
"Well," Grissom interrupted. "It's a good job you did because I was actually just going to ring you myself. I need to go over a few details on the Tom Stacey case."
"Oh right, well what exactly do you need to know?" She was slightly disappointed. She'd flaked out and now he only wanted to talk about a case.
"Well, I can't talk about it over the phone how about you come round to mine? I'll even cook you breakfast."
Sara must have gasped because Grissom asked her what was wrong.
"Nothing, nothing," she reassured. "I'll be right round."
"Great I'll see you then."
The receiver on the other end clicked and Sara jumped in excitement, which, in turn pulled the phone off the table. Oh well, she thought, I'm off to Grissom's! She took a quick shower and dressed in her favourite blue shirt. The fact that it was slightly figure hugging and Grissom had once complimented her on it obviously held no bearing on why she was wearing it, she rationalised.
On the opposite side of Las Vegas, Grissom too was showering and sprucing up before Sara came over. He didn't know why he'd asked her to come over about the case, he'd wrapped that up hours ago just at the end of the shift. The truth was he wanted Sara, quite desperately in fact. An even bigger truth was that he'd wanted Sara since he'd first met her. She was just perfect for him. That's part of the reason he'd invited her to Las Vegas. She was a good CSI but the chance to work with her on a daily or rather nightly basis held all sorts of prospects for Grissom. As of yet though he'd never even hinted to Sara that he liked her. Did she even like him the same way? Maybe she thinks I'm too old for her? He shook his head banning the thoughts from his head until later.
Sara arrived at his house in no time. And in that time Grissom had cooked up a storm, Sara never knew he was such a whizz in the kitchen. After all the niceties and hello's etc had been exchanged it was time to get down to business. However, what Grissom had to break the news about was that there was no business. What if Sara got mad? Well there's no time like the present.
"Look Sara, I've got something to tell you."
"Go ahead." She was just about to put a mouthful of the delicious omelette that Grissom had prepared into her mouth. Great he thought she won't be able to shout at me straight away.
"Well the thing is, I finished the Stacey case a few hours ago. I just needed to talk to you about something else that's why I got you round here."
Sara swallowed hard. This wasn't like Grissom. He looked almost scared, and Grissom never ever looked scared.
"The thing is. umm." Grissom couldn't think of any other way to tell her and the words would not come out of his mouth. Why was this so difficult? Instead instinct took over and he leant over quickly and planted a kiss on her lips.
Sara looked shocked, however Grissom was already chastising himself, Smooth Grissom real smooth, Old romantic aren't you?
"Umm." Sara was for once speechless.
"I'm sorry for that Sara,"
"Trust me, don't be."
"What do you mean?"
"Grissom," Sara went into forward mode. She'd waited too long for this kiss and she wasn't going to let Grissom get away now just when he'd kissed her. "Don't you get it?"
"Get what?"
"Do you know how long I've liked you for? Why I shifted my ass out here to Vegas? I didn't do it for the job, I did it for you Grissom. I've wanted to kiss you for so long but I thought you'd never feel the same about me."
"Are you serious? That's the reason I asked you to come out to Vegas. I liked you from the first time I met you. You were, I mean are, so beautiful and smart and kind and now I'm rambling. I've just wanted to be with you for so long but I thought you'd think I was too old for you."
"Grissom?"
"What?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
He obliged and instantly they both felt the chemistry between themselves. They needed the kiss, it had been too long coming. Grissom pulled away momentarily from Sara and looked into her beautiful eyes.
"What?" She asked concerned.
"Nothing," They remained parted for a moment and the feeling of Grissom's breath tickling her own lips made her whole body tremble with delight. She felt needed she felt secure she felt. It didn't matter what she felt she just needed Grissom kissing her the feel of his lips caressing her own. The slow movement of the couple was like a well-practiced routine, and slowly Grissom lowered Sara down onto the sofa, pushing her over gently and she obliged willingly, the heat and desire of the moment to good to pass up the chance.
"Tell me if this is too fast for you but,"
"Nothing's too fast for me, let's go."
Grissom's smiled at her forwardness, and led Sara quickly up the stairs.
Ok that's for all G/S shippers and especially for Barbara if she reads it. Please please please r & r and feedback would be great! Until next time =) XX