The night was slow for the CSI's. Warrik and Nick are out on a drive by
shooting. Catherine has taken the night off for Lindsay's birthday party
sleep over. Grissom and Sara are doing paperwork, waiting for a call.
"Come on Sara" Gris hollered on his way past the break room where Sara was
having tea. "We got a homicide out in Summerlin."
"Finally" Sara whispered. "Coming Gris" she hollered as she ran after him.
During the drive, Grissom steals looks at Sara. "She's so beautiful" he
thinks to himself. "What does she see in me"
Just then Sara looks at Gris. Their eyes lock in a long, almost passionate
gaze. She breaks the look. "Hey Gris, uh, we just ran a red light" she
explains.
"Oh, uh, gee" he stammers looking around the intersection. "Good thing
it's 4am" he chuckled. "She always makes me laugh" he thought to himself.
"I just wish...." pulling up to the scene "there will be time later" he
thinks.
Brass approaches the two CSI's. "We've got what appears to be a suicide,
but wanted you guys to take samples just in case."
"We'll get right on it" Sara said as she took off inside the luxurious
house.
Grissom paused for a few seconds, watching her walk. The way she moved was
like silk flowing in a breeze. She made him think of chocolate, smooth and
sweet, but sometimes bitter. Snapping himself out of his fantasy, he
quickly caught up with her.
The house was a single level spread, bedrooms on both ends of the house,
kitchen and family/living room in the middle. "I'm going to take the
bedroom in the left and work my way in Gris" Sara said as she carefully
maneuvered through the house.
Grissom, trying hard to focus on the job at hand, just could not stop
thinking about her. The way the room smelled after she left. She
certainly was as captivated by him as he was her, but she was fairly open
about it. He kept his feelings, his fantasies to himself. The longer he
did, however, the harder it was becoming to think straight around her. All
he wanted to do was reach out and take her in his arms, hold her tight and
kiss her madly, passionately. Something snapped him back into the real
world.
"What was that" he thought to himself. What had he heard? He walked down
the hall quietly to see what Sara was doing. Moreover, to make sure she
was ok. He stuck his head inside the door to find Sara speaking softly and
cuddling a little kitten. He watched her for a few minutes, taking in the
side of her he had never really seen before. He knew she was capable of
loving and caring for something. He drew in a deep breath. Startled by
the noise, Sara jumps up and spins around to see Grissom smiling that warm
smile of his.
"Oh, hi" she stammers. "I was, uh, dusting for prints when i found this
cute little kitten" she says as she hold up the small ball of fur.
"I know. I heard you talking to him from the kitchen."
"How long have you been standing there watching" she asked.
"Long enough."
She went back to petting the kitten.
A few quiet moments has passed. "They say the lady is fair. 'Tis a truth,
I can bear them witness. And virtuous-'tis so I cannot reprove it. And
wise-but for loving me. By my troth it is no addition to her wit-nor no
great argument of her folly, for I will be horribly in love with her."
"Where did that come from?" Sara asked.
Walking to her, "It's a quote from William Shakespear's Much Ado about
Nothing." Gris reaches for the kitten, placing him in the bed. Then
before Sara realizes what is happening Gris sweeps her into his arms and
pulls her close. They gaze into each other's eyes.
"Sara, I'm not sure how to say what I feel. So many thoughts, so many
feelings."
"Say what's in your heart" she whispers.
Instead, Grissom leans down and softly kisses her. "Her lips are like the
wings of a butterfly" he thinks. She leans in and returns the kiss, more
passionately. Time seems to stand still. They are forever caught in the
moment and feeling of each other.