Chapter 6
Sara stood in the doorway to the kitchen and stared as he removed his shirt. He turned when he felt eyes on him and went a very deep shade of red when he saw her staring. She ducked her head and tossed him a shirt.
"It was my dad's, should fit." She said turning around and walking into the living room. Grissom donned the shirt and was surprised that it fit perfectly. He followed her and sat next to her on the couch. She turned to him and ginned. "Sorry about the flour. I was trying to teach Nick and Greg how to make explosive flour bombs, but we only got as far as the basic flour bomb." She tried to explain and watched as he took in her appearance. She was wearing shorts and an old T-shirt.
"It's ok. Um. I." He stammered nervously. He was exactly were he planned but with one thing missing. He looked around and made clicking sounds with his tongue. "I had something for you, but.ah. there it is." He got up and retrieved the book from the floor. "Here."
Sara took the book and looked at it. "This is the book you were reading today."
He nodded. "Yeah, I thought.maybe. you might. like to read it. you know. um."
"Do you always stammer or are you just nervous?" She smiled at the smart- ass look he gave her.
"Nervous." He admitted and gave her a small smile.
She opened the book and closed it again; she lifted the book to eye level and eyed the edge of the pages. She lowered it and glanced at Grissom. "You haven't finished reading it."
His mouth gaped open. She's good, real good. "You have a good eye and now I haven't."
She smiled. "Are you sure you don't want to finish it first?"
"No, I'd like you to borrow it, that's if you'd like. I mean you don't have to." His eyes roamed the room taking in the large television set, huge sound system and the many pictures lining the walls.
"I won't say no if you'd borrow one of mine. I was sent a new one from my mother today." Grissom's eye shone and he nodded. "Ok let me go get it from my room."
Sara ran up the stairs and he couldn't help his eyes watch her every movement. He closed them and rested his head on the couch. At least he made it through the door without making a fool of himself although he did get attack at the fresh hold. He laughed at the memory of only a few minutes ago. His head shot up when the front door opened and Nick closed it after him.
"Hey Grissom." Nick greeted as he made his way into the kitchen. "You wanna beer?"
Grissom joined him in the kitchen and watched as he rifled through the fridge. "Can't I'm driving."
"Oh, you want something else?" Grissom shook his head and turned as Sara ran down the stairs.
"Here it is." Sara handed him the book as Nick approached her from behind and hugged her.
"Sorry about the mess sis. I'll clean it up and you can entertain Grissom here." Sara elbowed him in the stomach. "Ooof."
Sara extracted herself from him. "Serves you right. Did you get Greg?"
"Sure did." Nick started cleaning up the flour.
Sara leaned against the counter and rocked her hips as she talked. "How far did he get this time?"
Grissom was mesmerised by her body's movements again and was completely lost when she leaned against the counter and started to sway her ass side to side.
"All the way home."
Sara's laugh shook Grissom from his fixation. "No way, that's two blocks."
Nick nodded and chucked the contents of the dustpan he used to collect the flour into the trashcan.
Sara turned to Grissom and noticed his flushed face. She walked into the living room with him trailing behind. "You alright, you look like your burning up with a fever or something." She turned to him and place the back of her hand to his cheek then forehead. She heard him swallow and dropped her hands to her sides in embarrassment.
"I.er.better get going." He held up the book she had given to him. "Thanks for this. I promise I'll get it back to you soon."
Sara opened her door and shook her head. "Don't worry about it, take your time." Grissom walked down the path with Sara keeping his pace. "I'll see you at lunch tomorrow?" She asked.
Grissom opened his door and looked at her thinking for a few seconds. "Not tomorrow." Her face fell and he tried to think of something to bring back that pretty smile of hers. "How about I meet you after practise on the bleachers. We can go for coffee or something?" There was her smile.
"Ok." She started walking up the path.
"Night Sara." He shouted from his car.
Sara waved to him. "Night Gil."
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Sara walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Nick jumped over the back of the couch onto the cushions and laid his head on her lap. "Oh Gil, don't worry about it, take your time, night Gil." Nick teased in a high pitched voice.
Sara swatted his head numerous times with a small cushion. "Shut up Nicky." She shouted playfully as she continued to beat him senseless.
"Hey stop, Sara please." Nick snatched the cushion and started to whack it over her head in return.
She squealed for him to stop. "N-i-c-k-y. you ape. get off me." She laughed as she tried to push him away.
"I'm an ape am I?" Nick dropped the cushion and turned the torture tool to tickling. "Ha got you now."
"You are so dead." She managed to squeal between jabs in the ribs from Nick.
Sara stood in the doorway to the kitchen and stared as he removed his shirt. He turned when he felt eyes on him and went a very deep shade of red when he saw her staring. She ducked her head and tossed him a shirt.
"It was my dad's, should fit." She said turning around and walking into the living room. Grissom donned the shirt and was surprised that it fit perfectly. He followed her and sat next to her on the couch. She turned to him and ginned. "Sorry about the flour. I was trying to teach Nick and Greg how to make explosive flour bombs, but we only got as far as the basic flour bomb." She tried to explain and watched as he took in her appearance. She was wearing shorts and an old T-shirt.
"It's ok. Um. I." He stammered nervously. He was exactly were he planned but with one thing missing. He looked around and made clicking sounds with his tongue. "I had something for you, but.ah. there it is." He got up and retrieved the book from the floor. "Here."
Sara took the book and looked at it. "This is the book you were reading today."
He nodded. "Yeah, I thought.maybe. you might. like to read it. you know. um."
"Do you always stammer or are you just nervous?" She smiled at the smart- ass look he gave her.
"Nervous." He admitted and gave her a small smile.
She opened the book and closed it again; she lifted the book to eye level and eyed the edge of the pages. She lowered it and glanced at Grissom. "You haven't finished reading it."
His mouth gaped open. She's good, real good. "You have a good eye and now I haven't."
She smiled. "Are you sure you don't want to finish it first?"
"No, I'd like you to borrow it, that's if you'd like. I mean you don't have to." His eyes roamed the room taking in the large television set, huge sound system and the many pictures lining the walls.
"I won't say no if you'd borrow one of mine. I was sent a new one from my mother today." Grissom's eye shone and he nodded. "Ok let me go get it from my room."
Sara ran up the stairs and he couldn't help his eyes watch her every movement. He closed them and rested his head on the couch. At least he made it through the door without making a fool of himself although he did get attack at the fresh hold. He laughed at the memory of only a few minutes ago. His head shot up when the front door opened and Nick closed it after him.
"Hey Grissom." Nick greeted as he made his way into the kitchen. "You wanna beer?"
Grissom joined him in the kitchen and watched as he rifled through the fridge. "Can't I'm driving."
"Oh, you want something else?" Grissom shook his head and turned as Sara ran down the stairs.
"Here it is." Sara handed him the book as Nick approached her from behind and hugged her.
"Sorry about the mess sis. I'll clean it up and you can entertain Grissom here." Sara elbowed him in the stomach. "Ooof."
Sara extracted herself from him. "Serves you right. Did you get Greg?"
"Sure did." Nick started cleaning up the flour.
Sara leaned against the counter and rocked her hips as she talked. "How far did he get this time?"
Grissom was mesmerised by her body's movements again and was completely lost when she leaned against the counter and started to sway her ass side to side.
"All the way home."
Sara's laugh shook Grissom from his fixation. "No way, that's two blocks."
Nick nodded and chucked the contents of the dustpan he used to collect the flour into the trashcan.
Sara turned to Grissom and noticed his flushed face. She walked into the living room with him trailing behind. "You alright, you look like your burning up with a fever or something." She turned to him and place the back of her hand to his cheek then forehead. She heard him swallow and dropped her hands to her sides in embarrassment.
"I.er.better get going." He held up the book she had given to him. "Thanks for this. I promise I'll get it back to you soon."
Sara opened her door and shook her head. "Don't worry about it, take your time." Grissom walked down the path with Sara keeping his pace. "I'll see you at lunch tomorrow?" She asked.
Grissom opened his door and looked at her thinking for a few seconds. "Not tomorrow." Her face fell and he tried to think of something to bring back that pretty smile of hers. "How about I meet you after practise on the bleachers. We can go for coffee or something?" There was her smile.
"Ok." She started walking up the path.
"Night Sara." He shouted from his car.
Sara waved to him. "Night Gil."
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Sara walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Nick jumped over the back of the couch onto the cushions and laid his head on her lap. "Oh Gil, don't worry about it, take your time, night Gil." Nick teased in a high pitched voice.
Sara swatted his head numerous times with a small cushion. "Shut up Nicky." She shouted playfully as she continued to beat him senseless.
"Hey stop, Sara please." Nick snatched the cushion and started to whack it over her head in return.
She squealed for him to stop. "N-i-c-k-y. you ape. get off me." She laughed as she tried to push him away.
"I'm an ape am I?" Nick dropped the cushion and turned the torture tool to tickling. "Ha got you now."
"You are so dead." She managed to squeal between jabs in the ribs from Nick.