Title: Snowed In
Chapter: 2
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Thank you for the reviews! I'm trying to pace this story so hold on we will be getting to the "good stuff" pretty soon. Yes, there is a plot along with the romance.
The truck opened with a sprang. Grissom placed his two bags gently in and felt Sara brush against him as she set her bag down. They hopped into the SUV and begin the drive to the airport.
Grissom's hands were slipping on the wheel; sweat was overtaking his grasp. Sara was just a mere few feet away. He was going alone with her to a seminar. He had to concentrate on mundane things: pot hole in the road, the blue sky, various tourists snapping keepsake pictures. He couldn't think about Sara, about being with her at an inn, about...
"So have you ever been to Albany?"
Sara had spoken. "What?"
"I asked if you have ever been to Albany? You asked me earlier so I thought I would ask you." She smiled slightly.
"No, I haven't. I've been to the state of New York; New York City, Buffalo, that's it." Don't look at her, Gil, look at the road.
"Well I had a grand time when I went there." She looked at him slyly, wondering if he would take the bait.
"I know you said you went during your Harvard years with friends but what was so grand?"
"Oh, that wonderful one night stand."
His hands slipped from the wheel propelling them into incoming traffic.
"Jeez, Grissom, I was just kidding!" She let out a laugh. "You nearly got us killed."
"Why did you say that if it wasn't true?"
A mischievous grin. "I wanted to see your reaction."
He sighed. This was going to be a long trip. "Would you put some music on please." That's it, if the music is drowning her words out, you can't hear her, you can't think about her.
Sara flipped through the stations until she landed on one song. She began singing along to the tune.
~I go crazy,
When I look in your eyes,
I go crazy,
And my heart just can't hide,
That old feeling inside~
This was no good! The words were entering his brain making him think of Sara more. "Can you turn the station, please."
Sara frowned and obliged.
~Sexual healing,
Sexual healing
Makes me feel alright~
"Sara!"
"What?"
"Another song, please." His hands were gripping the wheel as if it was his last hold on sanity.
"You have something against Marvin Gaye?"
He gave her a withering look.
"Okay," once again she moved the dial until she hit another selection. This is almost too perfect, she thought.
~Love Shack
Is a little known place
Where we can get together~
"No more music!" Grissom reached over and flipped off the radio, brushing her arm in the process.
"Can we talk again?"
He sighed. "I guess. What do you want to talk about?"
She leaned her arm against the window. "The mating habits of butterflies. I just read an interesting article on it."
All she got was a look and silence to the airport.
After boarding Grissom, who wasn't a big drinker, indulged in a glass of scotch. He had never felt so crazed in his life. Damn the Sheriff for sending him to this conference. He wasn't ready, he kept telling himself. Nothing, nothing could happen between them on this trip. They would be away though, just the two of them. No CSI, no one they knew. Just the two of them.
Sara sat next to him amazed at his reaction to the trip. She had known for some time that he had feelings for her but she was surprised at how scared he was. He believed, she reasoned, that they would leave Las Vegas friends and come back home lovers. Was it possible? He was still trying to push her away but she would have some time to work on him. Sara knew one thing if something did happen between them she didn't want it to be out of circumstance. Grissom would have to want to be with her, and start a relationship. She was not settling for some fling.
Grissom ignored all of Sara's attempts to start a conversation. Eventually she fell silent. He slipped into a nice nap. He awoke to find someone rubbing his shoulder. It was Sara.
"Hey, time for us to leave this plane." She smiled.
He was in a haze but he felt Sara help him up. She swung her arm around him and began assisting him to the exit. His senses awakened with her touch. They waited for a little bit for their luggage. Grissom had to laugh as Sara paced back and forth counting the number of bags that had come through and categorizing them.
"You know that if you have a flowered or colored bag it will be waiting for you but plain, old black luggage like ours takes forever."
"It's a conspiracy." He muttered.
"It is!" She agreed not realizing he wasn't being serious.
Once the luggage was recovered Sara unzipped her bag and pulled out her black parka and matching watchcap. Half of her clothes came out in the process. Grissom quickly turned around so she wouldn't see his blush.
"All set," she grumbled tossing the offending bag over her shoulder.
Grissom easily pulled out his brown coat from one of the bags. "That's why I brought two." He smirked, he couldn't help it.
Sara squinted her eyes. "Oh, shut up."
They quickly flagged down a yellow taxi. "Dottie's Inn, please, if you know where it is." Sara said.
"Sure do." The man driving replied.
In a few minutes they reached Dottie's Inn. It was small and white with a wrap around porch. It was located in a highly residential area and Grissom noticed a woman walking a large dog right in front of the Inn.
"Look, Grissom, it's starting to snow." Small flurries were cascading down from the sky.
They walked up the wooden steps and Sara knocked on the black door. A woman nearing 70 answered. She was short and blonde (or once was), with a grandmotherly air about her.
"Welcome! You must be Gil and Sara."
The CSIs exchange a look. "Yes," Grissom answered.
"Come on in, it's freezing out." She hustled them in and had them sit on a pretty rose couch. "I'm afraid I have some bad news. I thought I had two rooms available but I only have one."
Sara's eyes grew wide. "You mean we have to share?"
"Yes, dear."
"It's okay we'll find somewhere else." She looked at Grissom.
"No, Sara it's fine. Anyways all the other hotels are booked." What came next surprised Sara the most. "We'll take the room." He even managed to smile even though his stomach had done a flip flop. Gil, what did you just do!
"Wonderful!" Dottie clasped her hands together. She began ushering them upstairs. Nick was right, she thought, they are a cute couple. On the second floor they stopped down at the far end of the hall. "I'm sorry but this is the only room I could give you."
Sara looked back. "Why is this room so removed from the others?"
Dottie laughed. "Oh, that's because of the noise."
"Noise?" Sara furrowed her brows.
Dottie smiled brightly. "Yes, dear, this is the honeymoon suite."
To be continued...
Chapter: 2
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Thank you for the reviews! I'm trying to pace this story so hold on we will be getting to the "good stuff" pretty soon. Yes, there is a plot along with the romance.
The truck opened with a sprang. Grissom placed his two bags gently in and felt Sara brush against him as she set her bag down. They hopped into the SUV and begin the drive to the airport.
Grissom's hands were slipping on the wheel; sweat was overtaking his grasp. Sara was just a mere few feet away. He was going alone with her to a seminar. He had to concentrate on mundane things: pot hole in the road, the blue sky, various tourists snapping keepsake pictures. He couldn't think about Sara, about being with her at an inn, about...
"So have you ever been to Albany?"
Sara had spoken. "What?"
"I asked if you have ever been to Albany? You asked me earlier so I thought I would ask you." She smiled slightly.
"No, I haven't. I've been to the state of New York; New York City, Buffalo, that's it." Don't look at her, Gil, look at the road.
"Well I had a grand time when I went there." She looked at him slyly, wondering if he would take the bait.
"I know you said you went during your Harvard years with friends but what was so grand?"
"Oh, that wonderful one night stand."
His hands slipped from the wheel propelling them into incoming traffic.
"Jeez, Grissom, I was just kidding!" She let out a laugh. "You nearly got us killed."
"Why did you say that if it wasn't true?"
A mischievous grin. "I wanted to see your reaction."
He sighed. This was going to be a long trip. "Would you put some music on please." That's it, if the music is drowning her words out, you can't hear her, you can't think about her.
Sara flipped through the stations until she landed on one song. She began singing along to the tune.
~I go crazy,
When I look in your eyes,
I go crazy,
And my heart just can't hide,
That old feeling inside~
This was no good! The words were entering his brain making him think of Sara more. "Can you turn the station, please."
Sara frowned and obliged.
~Sexual healing,
Sexual healing
Makes me feel alright~
"Sara!"
"What?"
"Another song, please." His hands were gripping the wheel as if it was his last hold on sanity.
"You have something against Marvin Gaye?"
He gave her a withering look.
"Okay," once again she moved the dial until she hit another selection. This is almost too perfect, she thought.
~Love Shack
Is a little known place
Where we can get together~
"No more music!" Grissom reached over and flipped off the radio, brushing her arm in the process.
"Can we talk again?"
He sighed. "I guess. What do you want to talk about?"
She leaned her arm against the window. "The mating habits of butterflies. I just read an interesting article on it."
All she got was a look and silence to the airport.
After boarding Grissom, who wasn't a big drinker, indulged in a glass of scotch. He had never felt so crazed in his life. Damn the Sheriff for sending him to this conference. He wasn't ready, he kept telling himself. Nothing, nothing could happen between them on this trip. They would be away though, just the two of them. No CSI, no one they knew. Just the two of them.
Sara sat next to him amazed at his reaction to the trip. She had known for some time that he had feelings for her but she was surprised at how scared he was. He believed, she reasoned, that they would leave Las Vegas friends and come back home lovers. Was it possible? He was still trying to push her away but she would have some time to work on him. Sara knew one thing if something did happen between them she didn't want it to be out of circumstance. Grissom would have to want to be with her, and start a relationship. She was not settling for some fling.
Grissom ignored all of Sara's attempts to start a conversation. Eventually she fell silent. He slipped into a nice nap. He awoke to find someone rubbing his shoulder. It was Sara.
"Hey, time for us to leave this plane." She smiled.
He was in a haze but he felt Sara help him up. She swung her arm around him and began assisting him to the exit. His senses awakened with her touch. They waited for a little bit for their luggage. Grissom had to laugh as Sara paced back and forth counting the number of bags that had come through and categorizing them.
"You know that if you have a flowered or colored bag it will be waiting for you but plain, old black luggage like ours takes forever."
"It's a conspiracy." He muttered.
"It is!" She agreed not realizing he wasn't being serious.
Once the luggage was recovered Sara unzipped her bag and pulled out her black parka and matching watchcap. Half of her clothes came out in the process. Grissom quickly turned around so she wouldn't see his blush.
"All set," she grumbled tossing the offending bag over her shoulder.
Grissom easily pulled out his brown coat from one of the bags. "That's why I brought two." He smirked, he couldn't help it.
Sara squinted her eyes. "Oh, shut up."
They quickly flagged down a yellow taxi. "Dottie's Inn, please, if you know where it is." Sara said.
"Sure do." The man driving replied.
In a few minutes they reached Dottie's Inn. It was small and white with a wrap around porch. It was located in a highly residential area and Grissom noticed a woman walking a large dog right in front of the Inn.
"Look, Grissom, it's starting to snow." Small flurries were cascading down from the sky.
They walked up the wooden steps and Sara knocked on the black door. A woman nearing 70 answered. She was short and blonde (or once was), with a grandmotherly air about her.
"Welcome! You must be Gil and Sara."
The CSIs exchange a look. "Yes," Grissom answered.
"Come on in, it's freezing out." She hustled them in and had them sit on a pretty rose couch. "I'm afraid I have some bad news. I thought I had two rooms available but I only have one."
Sara's eyes grew wide. "You mean we have to share?"
"Yes, dear."
"It's okay we'll find somewhere else." She looked at Grissom.
"No, Sara it's fine. Anyways all the other hotels are booked." What came next surprised Sara the most. "We'll take the room." He even managed to smile even though his stomach had done a flip flop. Gil, what did you just do!
"Wonderful!" Dottie clasped her hands together. She began ushering them upstairs. Nick was right, she thought, they are a cute couple. On the second floor they stopped down at the far end of the hall. "I'm sorry but this is the only room I could give you."
Sara looked back. "Why is this room so removed from the others?"
Dottie laughed. "Oh, that's because of the noise."
"Noise?" Sara furrowed her brows.
Dottie smiled brightly. "Yes, dear, this is the honeymoon suite."
To be continued...