Chapter 2
Catherine sat and looked nervously at the two staring at the tabletop. They hadn't said a word since Nick and Warrick left and that was ten minutes ago. She was starting to worry, not about them changing their minds, but about the situation they just put themselves in. What if they woke up in the morning and not remember a thing? What if they regret it and end up avoiding each other even more than before she invited them to have drinks with her and the boys?
Sara reached for her pint that had been sitting there, she couldn't take the waiting. Just before she got within an inch of the glass, a hand grasped her wrist. She looked up surprised at Grissom, He shook his head slowly. She nodded and slumped back in her seat. Deciding she needed the little girls room rapidly, she stood and excused herself. Before Catherine objected, Sara turned back and said she wasn't gonna puke. Catherine smiled and muttered something about another bet against them. That didn't make Grissom or Sara any better.
After ten minutes, Catherine went in search of Sara. She found her staring at the mirror in the bathroom. "That's not the best thing to do when drunk Sara." She said softly and held up a red hair dye box. "The boys are getting Grissom ready."
Sara nodded and let Catherine get on with it. She wasn't going to back out, but it didn't mean she couldn't be enormously petrified that this was all one big, gigantic mistake.
"What are you thinking about Sara?" Catherine's voice broke through her thoughts.
She looked up at the blonde woman and shrugged. "Nothing."
Catherine smiled softly. "You'll be fine. It's a bit of fun. Not like you two have feelings for each other, is there?"
Sara knew what Catherine was trying to do and she wasn't going to fall for it. "No." She said quietly.
"Then there's nothing wrong with being handcuffed to your supervisor for a night." Catherine smiled and ran the towel through Sara's hair again. "Ok, done."
Sara ran a brush through her hair and giggled. "I can't believe this."
"Believe it, red suits you." Catherine joined in with her laughter as they made there way back to the others.
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Grissom sitting with Nick and Warrick, talking about something the girls couldn't hear. As they sat down, Nick grabbed Sara's right wrist and Grissom's left. Before either could second think the challenge, he snapped the handcuffs on and stood. Warrick and Catherine had gone to the bar to talk and drink a well deserved coffee. Nick joined them when both Grissom and Sara didn't look up from their handcuffed wrists.
"I'm second thinking this, please tell you are too." Sara said quietly.
Grissom nodded slowly, before speaking he cleared his throat. "Sure."
She looked up and watched as his eyes moved up from her hands to her eyes. He was just as scared as she was. They both shared a small smile. Sara wrapped her hand around Grissom's reassuringly. "We can do this."
"Yup." He said quickly. Sara shyly smiled and released his hand, but Grissom squeezed her fingers and stood. "Maybe we should go before the hangover sets in. It's nearly afternoon." And it was. They finished their shift and were invited to the bar by the rest of the gang. They thought that because the two most dedicated workaholics of the lab, hadn't been out in a while, they should come out for one drink, which of course ended up as many more than one and a bet. Grissom stood and pulled Sara with him.
They walked towards Nick and Sara tapped him on the shoulder. "Please take us home." She pleaded and raised hand to grab a handful of Nicks shirt.
Grissom quickly reached out and grabbed her hand as he whispered into her ear. The others didn't hear over the light music playing in the background and just watched as Sara nodded. Grissom turned to Nick and pointed to the door. Nick nodded and walked with them. Catherine and Warrick said they'd wait for Nick.
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Nick drove while Grissom and Sara sat in the back. Sara had fallen asleep. Her head was pressed against the cool glass of the window. Grissom just stared out the window and tried not to watch the trees and lines on the road rush by. He kept closing his eyes against the dizziness and turned his head away from the sun and the rest of the world. He felt like he was going to be sick, but he knew he couldn't. It wasn't going to happen in front of Sara, let alone handcuffed to her.
Nick was closing in on taking Sara home and Grissom suddenly thought about what was going to happen next. Sara was starting to metabolise the alcohol she had consumed and he was just in the first stages of not quite remembering what happened to get them into this. Then another though hit him, but was soon forgotten when Nick parked outside Sara's apartment. What were they going to do at work? The hair, the handcuffs, cases? He groaned inwardly and waited for Nick to open Sara's door. Grissom took a deep breath and watched as Sara woke just enough to scoot out the door. Nick held her up and smiled down at her.
"How's this gonna work Griss?" He asked the older man cheerily.
Grissom sighed. "Pick us up an hour after shift starts." Nick looked confused, but nodded. Grissom wanted time for both to recovered and fit in some sleep, but to leave room if they needed to talk about calling this off or one of them freaked out when the alcohol wore off. Nick watched as Grissom slipped his hand into Sara's and gently bent her arm behind so he could hold her waist.
"See you tonight guys." Nick shouted and drove off.
Sara woke up a little and leaned against Grissom. "Tired." She mumbled.
"I know, me too. You got your keys Sara?" She nodded and pulled them out of her pocket. She squeezed his hand behind her back and leaned more against him as they made their way up the path to her apartment door. Grissom unlocked it and after shuffling both tired bodies inside, he closed and locked it. "How are we doing this Sara?" He whispered, turning her to face him.
"Not a clue, but I'm tired and if I don't sleep, I'm going to pass out at your feet." She giggle slightly and waited for Grissom to get a grip of the situation.
"Ok." He chuckled. "Can't have that." He pulled on her hand as they made their way in the general direction of her room.
They kicked off their shoes as they reached the bed. Sara turned very confused eyes on him. He smiled and knew what she was thinking. "How are we going to do this?"
Grissom pulled her close, which shocked them both and fell onto the bed. "Like this." He laughed.
Sara burst out laughing with him and held onto him as they scooted up the bed. Once Grissom had his head on a pillow he looked down at Sara, resting her head on his chest. "Griss?"
"Mmm?"
She scrunched up his shirt in her hand and sighed. "Do you have memory loss after getting drunk?"
Grissom chuckled. "Not that I know of." He closed his eyes and dropped his head into the softness of the pillow. He breathed in deeply and smiled at the overwhelming smell of Sara invading his senses.
"Griss?"
His smile grew at the sound of her tired voice. "Yeah?"
"I like you."
He tightened his arm around her. "I like you too." He mumbled sleepily.
Catherine sat and looked nervously at the two staring at the tabletop. They hadn't said a word since Nick and Warrick left and that was ten minutes ago. She was starting to worry, not about them changing their minds, but about the situation they just put themselves in. What if they woke up in the morning and not remember a thing? What if they regret it and end up avoiding each other even more than before she invited them to have drinks with her and the boys?
Sara reached for her pint that had been sitting there, she couldn't take the waiting. Just before she got within an inch of the glass, a hand grasped her wrist. She looked up surprised at Grissom, He shook his head slowly. She nodded and slumped back in her seat. Deciding she needed the little girls room rapidly, she stood and excused herself. Before Catherine objected, Sara turned back and said she wasn't gonna puke. Catherine smiled and muttered something about another bet against them. That didn't make Grissom or Sara any better.
After ten minutes, Catherine went in search of Sara. She found her staring at the mirror in the bathroom. "That's not the best thing to do when drunk Sara." She said softly and held up a red hair dye box. "The boys are getting Grissom ready."
Sara nodded and let Catherine get on with it. She wasn't going to back out, but it didn't mean she couldn't be enormously petrified that this was all one big, gigantic mistake.
"What are you thinking about Sara?" Catherine's voice broke through her thoughts.
She looked up at the blonde woman and shrugged. "Nothing."
Catherine smiled softly. "You'll be fine. It's a bit of fun. Not like you two have feelings for each other, is there?"
Sara knew what Catherine was trying to do and she wasn't going to fall for it. "No." She said quietly.
"Then there's nothing wrong with being handcuffed to your supervisor for a night." Catherine smiled and ran the towel through Sara's hair again. "Ok, done."
Sara ran a brush through her hair and giggled. "I can't believe this."
"Believe it, red suits you." Catherine joined in with her laughter as they made there way back to the others.
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Grissom sitting with Nick and Warrick, talking about something the girls couldn't hear. As they sat down, Nick grabbed Sara's right wrist and Grissom's left. Before either could second think the challenge, he snapped the handcuffs on and stood. Warrick and Catherine had gone to the bar to talk and drink a well deserved coffee. Nick joined them when both Grissom and Sara didn't look up from their handcuffed wrists.
"I'm second thinking this, please tell you are too." Sara said quietly.
Grissom nodded slowly, before speaking he cleared his throat. "Sure."
She looked up and watched as his eyes moved up from her hands to her eyes. He was just as scared as she was. They both shared a small smile. Sara wrapped her hand around Grissom's reassuringly. "We can do this."
"Yup." He said quickly. Sara shyly smiled and released his hand, but Grissom squeezed her fingers and stood. "Maybe we should go before the hangover sets in. It's nearly afternoon." And it was. They finished their shift and were invited to the bar by the rest of the gang. They thought that because the two most dedicated workaholics of the lab, hadn't been out in a while, they should come out for one drink, which of course ended up as many more than one and a bet. Grissom stood and pulled Sara with him.
They walked towards Nick and Sara tapped him on the shoulder. "Please take us home." She pleaded and raised hand to grab a handful of Nicks shirt.
Grissom quickly reached out and grabbed her hand as he whispered into her ear. The others didn't hear over the light music playing in the background and just watched as Sara nodded. Grissom turned to Nick and pointed to the door. Nick nodded and walked with them. Catherine and Warrick said they'd wait for Nick.
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Nick drove while Grissom and Sara sat in the back. Sara had fallen asleep. Her head was pressed against the cool glass of the window. Grissom just stared out the window and tried not to watch the trees and lines on the road rush by. He kept closing his eyes against the dizziness and turned his head away from the sun and the rest of the world. He felt like he was going to be sick, but he knew he couldn't. It wasn't going to happen in front of Sara, let alone handcuffed to her.
Nick was closing in on taking Sara home and Grissom suddenly thought about what was going to happen next. Sara was starting to metabolise the alcohol she had consumed and he was just in the first stages of not quite remembering what happened to get them into this. Then another though hit him, but was soon forgotten when Nick parked outside Sara's apartment. What were they going to do at work? The hair, the handcuffs, cases? He groaned inwardly and waited for Nick to open Sara's door. Grissom took a deep breath and watched as Sara woke just enough to scoot out the door. Nick held her up and smiled down at her.
"How's this gonna work Griss?" He asked the older man cheerily.
Grissom sighed. "Pick us up an hour after shift starts." Nick looked confused, but nodded. Grissom wanted time for both to recovered and fit in some sleep, but to leave room if they needed to talk about calling this off or one of them freaked out when the alcohol wore off. Nick watched as Grissom slipped his hand into Sara's and gently bent her arm behind so he could hold her waist.
"See you tonight guys." Nick shouted and drove off.
Sara woke up a little and leaned against Grissom. "Tired." She mumbled.
"I know, me too. You got your keys Sara?" She nodded and pulled them out of her pocket. She squeezed his hand behind her back and leaned more against him as they made their way up the path to her apartment door. Grissom unlocked it and after shuffling both tired bodies inside, he closed and locked it. "How are we doing this Sara?" He whispered, turning her to face him.
"Not a clue, but I'm tired and if I don't sleep, I'm going to pass out at your feet." She giggle slightly and waited for Grissom to get a grip of the situation.
"Ok." He chuckled. "Can't have that." He pulled on her hand as they made their way in the general direction of her room.
They kicked off their shoes as they reached the bed. Sara turned very confused eyes on him. He smiled and knew what she was thinking. "How are we going to do this?"
Grissom pulled her close, which shocked them both and fell onto the bed. "Like this." He laughed.
Sara burst out laughing with him and held onto him as they scooted up the bed. Once Grissom had his head on a pillow he looked down at Sara, resting her head on his chest. "Griss?"
"Mmm?"
She scrunched up his shirt in her hand and sighed. "Do you have memory loss after getting drunk?"
Grissom chuckled. "Not that I know of." He closed his eyes and dropped his head into the softness of the pillow. He breathed in deeply and smiled at the overwhelming smell of Sara invading his senses.
"Griss?"
His smile grew at the sound of her tired voice. "Yeah?"
"I like you."
He tightened his arm around her. "I like you too." He mumbled sleepily.