Part 7
THE FORGOTTEN CD. by Sadie
Disclaimer: Not mine, but it's nice to dream.
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Analyze This?
Shift had gone by pretty uneventful, no other cases came in so they didn't really see each other the rest of the night. Sara had been helping out in the trace lab, while Grissom wrapped up his paperwork. Ten more minutes to go and Sara could feel her pulse quickening at the thought of spending the morning alone , at her apartment, with the man she'd been chasing for three years. 'God this isn't really happening, is it?', she thought as she made her way towards his office. When Sara reached the doorway she stopped to peek inside and see what he was up to. Surprised for a moment that he wasn't in there. Her heart sunk a little wondering if he'd been called out to a scene. 'Damn! I'm finally gonna get him alone and he gets called out. Figures.' She thought she'd just hang around in his office for a few minutes before she went out in search of him. When she walked over to his desk she'd noticed a few CD's sitting on the corner and figured it couldn't hurt to take a look. 'Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon, The Vince Guaraldi CD he'd been listening to earlier, a Three Doors Down CD?? Did he really listen to them?' And the last CD was obviously a copy, '.SS?' There were only two small letters neatly written on the top line of the CD. Sara looked at the disk for a moment trying to figure out what it could mean. SS, SS, what kind of code was that.
She was so deep in thought she hadn't noticed him standing in the doorway. "Something interesting Sara?"
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice. Afraid she'd pissed him off by intruding on his privacy she tried to think of something to say. "Uhh, I thought maybe you'd been called out to a scene, I was looking for a case slip or a file." Sensing his eyes still silently questioning her she continued, " I saw these CD's sitting here instead and was just wondering what the other sides of Gil Grissom listened to."
Sara flashed his favorite smile at him and he couldn't help but smile back at her, reassuring her he wasn't mad. "So what have you figured out about my other sides from the disks on my desk?"
"Well., the Pink Floyd," she said holding up the disk, "You like things that are different, interesting and well orchestrated."
He raised his eyebrows and nodded for her to continue.
Holding up the Vince Guaraldi CD, "Of course this would be that fun side you're going to enlighten me on," a hint of playfulness in her voice, "Three Doors Down? This one is a little perplexing, but I'd have to say that you're willing to experiment with new things."
He chuckled a little at that last statement thinking how he had been reluctant to try new things not long ago, but now.
Sara's brow furrowed a little as she looked at the last disk on the desk. Should she even mention this one or just let it go. She didn't want to push him too hard.
"Sara? Is that it?" He honestly wasn't sure if there were any more disks on his desk, he'd lost track earlier that afternoon.
"Well., ummm.,"
"Sara.," he was starting to realize what disk was on his desk and his chest tightened a little.
She looked up at him her brow still furrowed a little, but a sly grin on her lips, "This one., holds a bit of mystery and surprise." She could see his discomfort so she smiled at him and continued, "One of the sides of Gil Grissom that we've all seen is how intensely private a person he is, so this CD represents one of my personnel favorites, the Grissom we all know and love."
To say he was shocked was an understatement. Grissom had never felt so relieved before in his life. As he watched her place the CD pack atop the pile with no further questions or comments he realized she understood him more than he'd ever given her credit for. She was walking towards him now with a playful grin and a slight swagger to her walk. She stopped just inches from his face and chest and just for a moment he thought she was actually going to kiss him before she said, "Grissom, that quiche isn't going to cook itself. Let's go make breakfast." That said she slid past him making sure to brush against him on her way out. As Sara glanced back at his shocked expression she smiled again before heading into the locker room to get her things.
TBC
THE FORGOTTEN CD. by Sadie
Disclaimer: Not mine, but it's nice to dream.
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Analyze This?
Shift had gone by pretty uneventful, no other cases came in so they didn't really see each other the rest of the night. Sara had been helping out in the trace lab, while Grissom wrapped up his paperwork. Ten more minutes to go and Sara could feel her pulse quickening at the thought of spending the morning alone , at her apartment, with the man she'd been chasing for three years. 'God this isn't really happening, is it?', she thought as she made her way towards his office. When Sara reached the doorway she stopped to peek inside and see what he was up to. Surprised for a moment that he wasn't in there. Her heart sunk a little wondering if he'd been called out to a scene. 'Damn! I'm finally gonna get him alone and he gets called out. Figures.' She thought she'd just hang around in his office for a few minutes before she went out in search of him. When she walked over to his desk she'd noticed a few CD's sitting on the corner and figured it couldn't hurt to take a look. 'Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon, The Vince Guaraldi CD he'd been listening to earlier, a Three Doors Down CD?? Did he really listen to them?' And the last CD was obviously a copy, '.SS?' There were only two small letters neatly written on the top line of the CD. Sara looked at the disk for a moment trying to figure out what it could mean. SS, SS, what kind of code was that.
She was so deep in thought she hadn't noticed him standing in the doorway. "Something interesting Sara?"
She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice. Afraid she'd pissed him off by intruding on his privacy she tried to think of something to say. "Uhh, I thought maybe you'd been called out to a scene, I was looking for a case slip or a file." Sensing his eyes still silently questioning her she continued, " I saw these CD's sitting here instead and was just wondering what the other sides of Gil Grissom listened to."
Sara flashed his favorite smile at him and he couldn't help but smile back at her, reassuring her he wasn't mad. "So what have you figured out about my other sides from the disks on my desk?"
"Well., the Pink Floyd," she said holding up the disk, "You like things that are different, interesting and well orchestrated."
He raised his eyebrows and nodded for her to continue.
Holding up the Vince Guaraldi CD, "Of course this would be that fun side you're going to enlighten me on," a hint of playfulness in her voice, "Three Doors Down? This one is a little perplexing, but I'd have to say that you're willing to experiment with new things."
He chuckled a little at that last statement thinking how he had been reluctant to try new things not long ago, but now.
Sara's brow furrowed a little as she looked at the last disk on the desk. Should she even mention this one or just let it go. She didn't want to push him too hard.
"Sara? Is that it?" He honestly wasn't sure if there were any more disks on his desk, he'd lost track earlier that afternoon.
"Well., ummm.,"
"Sara.," he was starting to realize what disk was on his desk and his chest tightened a little.
She looked up at him her brow still furrowed a little, but a sly grin on her lips, "This one., holds a bit of mystery and surprise." She could see his discomfort so she smiled at him and continued, "One of the sides of Gil Grissom that we've all seen is how intensely private a person he is, so this CD represents one of my personnel favorites, the Grissom we all know and love."
To say he was shocked was an understatement. Grissom had never felt so relieved before in his life. As he watched her place the CD pack atop the pile with no further questions or comments he realized she understood him more than he'd ever given her credit for. She was walking towards him now with a playful grin and a slight swagger to her walk. She stopped just inches from his face and chest and just for a moment he thought she was actually going to kiss him before she said, "Grissom, that quiche isn't going to cook itself. Let's go make breakfast." That said she slid past him making sure to brush against him on her way out. As Sara glanced back at his shocked expression she smiled again before heading into the locker room to get her things.
TBC
