Chapter 3
Grissom woke later that evening and groaned as an incessant beat propelled itself through his skull. Trying to move, he found he was weighted down. Breathing deeply, he recognised the smell. His eyes snapped open as the morning came flooding back to him. Sara was still using his chest as a pillow and her arm was wrapped tightly around his midsection. Swallowing hard, he tried to keep his breathing normal, but the remembering exactly what she said the afternoon before didn't help matters and his heart started beating wildly and his chest started to heave up and down.
Sara shifted a little and moved her legs. Grissom felt her legs tangled with his and quickly looked down to see if he could slip from beneath her without waking her up. His hand was on her hip, so he gently removed it and tried to move his other hand. Snapping his head in the direction of his suddenly immobile hand, he stared at the metal that mockingly laughed at him. He was handcuffed to Sara, no. He shook his head and dropped it back to the pillow. He was handcuffed to a beautiful sexy woman who happened to work for him and he had no idea what was going on.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to remember more of the morning. Right, They came through the door and went to bed. He nodded as he remembered that bit. Thinking harder, he went back to before they got to the house. Nick dropped them off, nope back up more. Bar, pints, bet, Catherine... oh shit. Grissom quickly ran his hand through his hair and looked at the collar of his shirt. It was blue. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm never getting drunk again." He mumbled.
Sara moaned and lifted her head. "What?" She asked groggily.
Grissom's eyes locked onto hers as she looked at him mortified. "Nothing." He answered, scared witless.
Staring into his blue eyes, Sara tried to move, but couldn't. She looked down at her hand handcuffed to him, then back at his eyes. She then remember part of the morning she thought was a dream and suddenly couldn't meet his eyes. Grissom continued to look at her as she tried to piece together what was going on.
Silently, they moved to sit up, feet on the ground. Grissom rubbed his eyes and pinched his nose as he tried to push the headache into submission. Sara sat and stared at the floor. Suddenly, she broke the silence, making Grissom jump. "We should call Catherine."
He hesitated briefly before nodding. "Yeah."
Sara reached across him and picked up the phone. Thinking for a minute, she dialled the number. Grissom continued to rub his head with his eyes closed. Sara waited patiently for Catherine to pick up and when she did, she didn't really know what to say. "Hey Cath."
"Sara? Hey, how's the head?"
"Hurts." She said quietly.
"I bet."
Sara looked up at her words and nodded to no one. "Exactly what I was calling for-"
She heard Catherine sigh. "I knew this would happen."
"What?" Sara asked confused. The hangover clouding her mind still.
"I'll be there in 15 minutes Sara. Just tell Gil to relax."
Sara stared at the phone and narrowed her eyes at it. "Erm." She started, confused and dropped the phone on the bed. "Catherine will be 15 minutes and she said to say to you, relax."
Grissom looked up briefly and nodded. "Thanks."
They didn't move from the bed the whole 15 minutes. Sara looked across to Grissom at the sound of the doorbell and they stood slowly, both wondering if they shouldn't just stay still for a few hours. Walking to the door in a complete daze, Sara opened the door and squinted at the porch light.
"Bet's off." Catherine stated as she held up the key.
Sara didn't answer and neither did Grissom, they just held out their hands at the same time. Catherine sighed and unlocked the cuffs. "Thanks." They both said.
"Fine. I'll give you a lift home Gil." Catherine turned and headed for her car.
Grissom walked a few steps out the door, before stopping and turning around. He looked at Sara, but she kept her eyes on the floor. He inwardly screamed for her to look at him, but just nodded sadly and followed Catherine to her car.
Sara finally looked up as Catherine drove away. She rubbed her eyes, but not from sleep. the wetness began to build and she wasn't sure why.
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Nick knocked on Sara's door an hour after shift, just like Grissom asked. Sara opened the door and stared at him for a long time. Nick grinned, but then something hit him. "Where's Grissom?"
She turned and grabbed her coat. "Working. I take it you're driving me to work?"
"Yeah, sure. We arranged it this morning, you not remember?" Nick clicked his fingers in thought and sighed. "That's right. You passed out in the car." He looked at Sara's blank expression. "You don't remember anything?"
Sara nodded. "I do." She closed her door and walked down the path to his car.
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Greg waited expectantly outside his lab for Sara and Grissom. He heard about the bet and was wondering when they'd arrive. Grissom came out of his office, which surprised Greg. He was alone. Greg walked towards the break room and found Warrick and Catherine. "I thought you said they would be handcuffed?"
Catherine nodded. "I did, but that was after the bet was made. They woke up with a hangover and called off the bet."
Warrick sighed. "It was a good idea at first."
"I know, but we didn't know what the outcome would be and we still don't. Nick should be here soon with Sara." Catherine said as she leaned back in her chair and looked up at Greg, then across at Warrick.
Greg sat down. "I see Grissom's hair is blue though."
Catherine smiled. "Ah, yes. There seems to be a slight problem with trying to wash it out. It's going to take a few washes before it goes back to its original colour. He seems fine with it though."
Warrick chuckled. "Yeah, so does Sara."
Everyone looked towards the door as Sara and Nick walked through it. Sara's red hair was looking great in the neon lights as she made her way towards the coffee pot. Nick sat down at the table next to Catherine. He shrugged and shook his head. Catherine nodded and looked up as Grissom walked in.
"Ok, this is what we have." Grissom handed out assignments. Three cases. Catherine and Nick, Warrick and Grissom, leaving Sara solo. Everyone looked at her expectantly. She just took her case slip and left the room with her coffee in hand.
Grissom woke later that evening and groaned as an incessant beat propelled itself through his skull. Trying to move, he found he was weighted down. Breathing deeply, he recognised the smell. His eyes snapped open as the morning came flooding back to him. Sara was still using his chest as a pillow and her arm was wrapped tightly around his midsection. Swallowing hard, he tried to keep his breathing normal, but the remembering exactly what she said the afternoon before didn't help matters and his heart started beating wildly and his chest started to heave up and down.
Sara shifted a little and moved her legs. Grissom felt her legs tangled with his and quickly looked down to see if he could slip from beneath her without waking her up. His hand was on her hip, so he gently removed it and tried to move his other hand. Snapping his head in the direction of his suddenly immobile hand, he stared at the metal that mockingly laughed at him. He was handcuffed to Sara, no. He shook his head and dropped it back to the pillow. He was handcuffed to a beautiful sexy woman who happened to work for him and he had no idea what was going on.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to remember more of the morning. Right, They came through the door and went to bed. He nodded as he remembered that bit. Thinking harder, he went back to before they got to the house. Nick dropped them off, nope back up more. Bar, pints, bet, Catherine... oh shit. Grissom quickly ran his hand through his hair and looked at the collar of his shirt. It was blue. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm never getting drunk again." He mumbled.
Sara moaned and lifted her head. "What?" She asked groggily.
Grissom's eyes locked onto hers as she looked at him mortified. "Nothing." He answered, scared witless.
Staring into his blue eyes, Sara tried to move, but couldn't. She looked down at her hand handcuffed to him, then back at his eyes. She then remember part of the morning she thought was a dream and suddenly couldn't meet his eyes. Grissom continued to look at her as she tried to piece together what was going on.
Silently, they moved to sit up, feet on the ground. Grissom rubbed his eyes and pinched his nose as he tried to push the headache into submission. Sara sat and stared at the floor. Suddenly, she broke the silence, making Grissom jump. "We should call Catherine."
He hesitated briefly before nodding. "Yeah."
Sara reached across him and picked up the phone. Thinking for a minute, she dialled the number. Grissom continued to rub his head with his eyes closed. Sara waited patiently for Catherine to pick up and when she did, she didn't really know what to say. "Hey Cath."
"Sara? Hey, how's the head?"
"Hurts." She said quietly.
"I bet."
Sara looked up at her words and nodded to no one. "Exactly what I was calling for-"
She heard Catherine sigh. "I knew this would happen."
"What?" Sara asked confused. The hangover clouding her mind still.
"I'll be there in 15 minutes Sara. Just tell Gil to relax."
Sara stared at the phone and narrowed her eyes at it. "Erm." She started, confused and dropped the phone on the bed. "Catherine will be 15 minutes and she said to say to you, relax."
Grissom looked up briefly and nodded. "Thanks."
They didn't move from the bed the whole 15 minutes. Sara looked across to Grissom at the sound of the doorbell and they stood slowly, both wondering if they shouldn't just stay still for a few hours. Walking to the door in a complete daze, Sara opened the door and squinted at the porch light.
"Bet's off." Catherine stated as she held up the key.
Sara didn't answer and neither did Grissom, they just held out their hands at the same time. Catherine sighed and unlocked the cuffs. "Thanks." They both said.
"Fine. I'll give you a lift home Gil." Catherine turned and headed for her car.
Grissom walked a few steps out the door, before stopping and turning around. He looked at Sara, but she kept her eyes on the floor. He inwardly screamed for her to look at him, but just nodded sadly and followed Catherine to her car.
Sara finally looked up as Catherine drove away. She rubbed her eyes, but not from sleep. the wetness began to build and she wasn't sure why.
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Nick knocked on Sara's door an hour after shift, just like Grissom asked. Sara opened the door and stared at him for a long time. Nick grinned, but then something hit him. "Where's Grissom?"
She turned and grabbed her coat. "Working. I take it you're driving me to work?"
"Yeah, sure. We arranged it this morning, you not remember?" Nick clicked his fingers in thought and sighed. "That's right. You passed out in the car." He looked at Sara's blank expression. "You don't remember anything?"
Sara nodded. "I do." She closed her door and walked down the path to his car.
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Greg waited expectantly outside his lab for Sara and Grissom. He heard about the bet and was wondering when they'd arrive. Grissom came out of his office, which surprised Greg. He was alone. Greg walked towards the break room and found Warrick and Catherine. "I thought you said they would be handcuffed?"
Catherine nodded. "I did, but that was after the bet was made. They woke up with a hangover and called off the bet."
Warrick sighed. "It was a good idea at first."
"I know, but we didn't know what the outcome would be and we still don't. Nick should be here soon with Sara." Catherine said as she leaned back in her chair and looked up at Greg, then across at Warrick.
Greg sat down. "I see Grissom's hair is blue though."
Catherine smiled. "Ah, yes. There seems to be a slight problem with trying to wash it out. It's going to take a few washes before it goes back to its original colour. He seems fine with it though."
Warrick chuckled. "Yeah, so does Sara."
Everyone looked towards the door as Sara and Nick walked through it. Sara's red hair was looking great in the neon lights as she made her way towards the coffee pot. Nick sat down at the table next to Catherine. He shrugged and shook his head. Catherine nodded and looked up as Grissom walked in.
"Ok, this is what we have." Grissom handed out assignments. Three cases. Catherine and Nick, Warrick and Grissom, leaving Sara solo. Everyone looked at her expectantly. She just took her case slip and left the room with her coffee in hand.