Author: Lithium – Infected – Shamrock (LIS)
Spoilers: Set after PWF
Paring: G/S
Authors note: I decided to do some non-depressing G/S. Well, apart from mild angst at the beginning.
I'm not well at the moment, so forgive any OOC expressions.
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Sara was crying.
Well, crying was probably a verb too far.
Sobbing.
She was in the locker room, putting on her coat. She was silently cursing her efforts; her efforts to solve the enigma named Grissom.
Any other day she would have sufficed with the warm memory of him referring to her as "honey," but today, today she was in the ER.
A place that took her closer to life and death than her own profession.
And that brought about a need for an answer.
"I'm not worth the tears." Grissom said from the doorframe, she looked across to him in disgust.
"The tears aren't for you," she said harshly, picking up her bag and looking at him.
His face held a slightly hurt and quizzical expression, in response to her statement.
"They're for me, I'm crying because I can't seem to get anything into my life," she admitted angrily.
She wiped away a tear before continuing, "It's you're fault. You told me I needed more in my life, this was my meagre attempt to get something – someone in my life." She said sarcastically, walking towards the door, and, inevitably towards Grissom.
"You're angry with me." He said – a statement, not a question.
She sighed defeated. "I'm not Griss, I'm just angry at me I-"
"Have dinner with me," he interrupted.
Her mouth hung open in question, her eyes full of malice.
"You're only saying that to stop me crying." She said, shocked and hurt at his statement.
He hesitated in answering – it was all she needed.
"No" she reflected his earlier answer, and pushed past him.
'No' was the last thing she wanted to say. Anything but 'no' – but Sara wasn't one to easily forgive.
Grissom watched her leave; completely perplexed. The human condition was definitely an enigma to him.
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"Are you following me?" His question broke her thoughts of self-doubt.
He expected a frown.
He expected the four-letter explicative.
He didn't expect a smile.
"Hey Griss," she said casually, walking to his side.
"What are you doing here," he said smiling. He didn't want to risk Sara's mood changing.
"Warrick told me that you took him on once," she said, indicating the roller coaster, "that they're an great way to clear your head, I'm here to…clear my head," she said, enlightened.
"They are," he said, motioning for her to proceed in front.
She hesitated, and gave him a concerned glance.
"What is it?" he said, a small touch of concern in his voice.
She looked up to the roller coaster. "It's so high…." She let her voice trail off, as she looked from the 'coaster then to Grissom, who was smiling at her.
"Didn't you study physics?" he questioned with a grin.
She made a mock scowl; she knew where his questioning was going. "Physics says I'll be fine, my stomach says otherwise." She said with a note of fear in her voice.
"Well…. I'm going on. You're welcome to join me," he shrugged, "if you still want to clear you're head." He offered.
She smiled, and nodded in agreement.
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Grissom watched Sara brace herself when she was strapped in.
She looked terrified.
Not a 'Sara Sidle' look at all.
The carriage jerked, and started ascending; he suddenly felt her hand holding his. Tightly.
She looked up at him, to check if this new contact was ok, he answered her worried look with a smile.
They started descending.
And that's when he felt the feeling he came here for, the absence of humanity.
He looked to Sara, expecting a mirrored look of composure, or a look of joy.
He saw neither, her head was buried in the side headrest; she looked like she was afraid.
He could now feel half-moon shaped pain in his hand; her fingernails were digging in.
He called her name, but the motion carried away his voice.
He wanted to squeeze her hand in reassurance, but her hand was already gripped tightly around his.
The ride stopped, abruptly, and she hurriedly unbuckled her support, and pushed past Grissom.
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He eventually caught up with her – she was bent in two, holding her knees.
He took her arm, and led her to a bench.
He placed his hand on her back; she still hadn't looked at him.
"Put your head between your legs," He instructed. He felt her back tense for a moment, before she complied.
"Sorry," she said abruptly.
"For what?" he said softly, she didn't need to be sorry for anything.
"I never told you that I got motion sickness." She admitted.
She hated showing vulnerabilities.
"It's ok Sara." He said. Then they shared a moment of silence.
"Did it work?" he said.
"What?" she said, trying to pull up, but he applied pressure on her back, to keep her down. She revelled in the heat of his hand, his touch.
"Did you forget you're problems," he said simply.
"I don't think it's a problem anymore," she said, pulling against his hand, and, in one swift motion, she pulled herself up and kissed him on the cheek.
'My God, did I just kiss Grissom?' she thought to herself. She internally calmed herself. 'Its just a mixture of the shock earlier, the rejection, and the motion sickness," she told herself. She searched his face.
Grissom immediately looked flushed.
He opened his mouth to speak……
…..and Sara decided she wasn't going to be reject twice in one day.
In another swift movement, she straddled Grissom on the bench, and rested her head on his shoulder.
Grissom pulled his arms away – unsure whether to reciprocate this intimate public display of affection.
"I would have kissed on the mouth, but I still feel kinda queasy," she whispered.
Grissom's mind was racing. He had no-idea what to do.
He could feel his body wanting her.
He knew that one day, his actions would provoke this response from her.
He rested his head in her hair, and gingerly, wrapped his arms around her.
He felt his heart beat faster.
And Her mind fell silent.
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Do I continue?
Spoilers: Set after PWF
Paring: G/S
Authors note: I decided to do some non-depressing G/S. Well, apart from mild angst at the beginning.
I'm not well at the moment, so forgive any OOC expressions.
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Sara was crying.
Well, crying was probably a verb too far.
Sobbing.
She was in the locker room, putting on her coat. She was silently cursing her efforts; her efforts to solve the enigma named Grissom.
Any other day she would have sufficed with the warm memory of him referring to her as "honey," but today, today she was in the ER.
A place that took her closer to life and death than her own profession.
And that brought about a need for an answer.
"I'm not worth the tears." Grissom said from the doorframe, she looked across to him in disgust.
"The tears aren't for you," she said harshly, picking up her bag and looking at him.
His face held a slightly hurt and quizzical expression, in response to her statement.
"They're for me, I'm crying because I can't seem to get anything into my life," she admitted angrily.
She wiped away a tear before continuing, "It's you're fault. You told me I needed more in my life, this was my meagre attempt to get something – someone in my life." She said sarcastically, walking towards the door, and, inevitably towards Grissom.
"You're angry with me." He said – a statement, not a question.
She sighed defeated. "I'm not Griss, I'm just angry at me I-"
"Have dinner with me," he interrupted.
Her mouth hung open in question, her eyes full of malice.
"You're only saying that to stop me crying." She said, shocked and hurt at his statement.
He hesitated in answering – it was all she needed.
"No" she reflected his earlier answer, and pushed past him.
'No' was the last thing she wanted to say. Anything but 'no' – but Sara wasn't one to easily forgive.
Grissom watched her leave; completely perplexed. The human condition was definitely an enigma to him.
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"Are you following me?" His question broke her thoughts of self-doubt.
He expected a frown.
He expected the four-letter explicative.
He didn't expect a smile.
"Hey Griss," she said casually, walking to his side.
"What are you doing here," he said smiling. He didn't want to risk Sara's mood changing.
"Warrick told me that you took him on once," she said, indicating the roller coaster, "that they're an great way to clear your head, I'm here to…clear my head," she said, enlightened.
"They are," he said, motioning for her to proceed in front.
She hesitated, and gave him a concerned glance.
"What is it?" he said, a small touch of concern in his voice.
She looked up to the roller coaster. "It's so high…." She let her voice trail off, as she looked from the 'coaster then to Grissom, who was smiling at her.
"Didn't you study physics?" he questioned with a grin.
She made a mock scowl; she knew where his questioning was going. "Physics says I'll be fine, my stomach says otherwise." She said with a note of fear in her voice.
"Well…. I'm going on. You're welcome to join me," he shrugged, "if you still want to clear you're head." He offered.
She smiled, and nodded in agreement.
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Grissom watched Sara brace herself when she was strapped in.
She looked terrified.
Not a 'Sara Sidle' look at all.
The carriage jerked, and started ascending; he suddenly felt her hand holding his. Tightly.
She looked up at him, to check if this new contact was ok, he answered her worried look with a smile.
They started descending.
And that's when he felt the feeling he came here for, the absence of humanity.
He looked to Sara, expecting a mirrored look of composure, or a look of joy.
He saw neither, her head was buried in the side headrest; she looked like she was afraid.
He could now feel half-moon shaped pain in his hand; her fingernails were digging in.
He called her name, but the motion carried away his voice.
He wanted to squeeze her hand in reassurance, but her hand was already gripped tightly around his.
The ride stopped, abruptly, and she hurriedly unbuckled her support, and pushed past Grissom.
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He eventually caught up with her – she was bent in two, holding her knees.
He took her arm, and led her to a bench.
He placed his hand on her back; she still hadn't looked at him.
"Put your head between your legs," He instructed. He felt her back tense for a moment, before she complied.
"Sorry," she said abruptly.
"For what?" he said softly, she didn't need to be sorry for anything.
"I never told you that I got motion sickness." She admitted.
She hated showing vulnerabilities.
"It's ok Sara." He said. Then they shared a moment of silence.
"Did it work?" he said.
"What?" she said, trying to pull up, but he applied pressure on her back, to keep her down. She revelled in the heat of his hand, his touch.
"Did you forget you're problems," he said simply.
"I don't think it's a problem anymore," she said, pulling against his hand, and, in one swift motion, she pulled herself up and kissed him on the cheek.
'My God, did I just kiss Grissom?' she thought to herself. She internally calmed herself. 'Its just a mixture of the shock earlier, the rejection, and the motion sickness," she told herself. She searched his face.
Grissom immediately looked flushed.
He opened his mouth to speak……
…..and Sara decided she wasn't going to be reject twice in one day.
In another swift movement, she straddled Grissom on the bench, and rested her head on his shoulder.
Grissom pulled his arms away – unsure whether to reciprocate this intimate public display of affection.
"I would have kissed on the mouth, but I still feel kinda queasy," she whispered.
Grissom's mind was racing. He had no-idea what to do.
He could feel his body wanting her.
He knew that one day, his actions would provoke this response from her.
He rested his head in her hair, and gingerly, wrapped his arms around her.
He felt his heart beat faster.
And Her mind fell silent.
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Do I continue?