A/N: ….ok….I really wasn't expecting that many reviews [but thank you for them all!] – I really felt ill when I wrote it – and I still do….damn my fragile immune system……again, forgive any OCC expressions.
PWF = Play With Fire (episode of series 3)
Also, I don't usually write anything fluffy………
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"Maybe we can have dinner now?" she said with a smile.
"I thought you felt queasy," he said in a humorous questioning tone.
"Hmm, I did, but It might have been love," she said teasingly.
"If it was just love, maybe we could go on again," he grinned.
She knew he meant the roller coaster. She pulled herself up, and glared accusingly at him.
He continued; "You do know we're causing a scene don't you?" looking her directly in the eyes.
Her glare softened into a smile.
"Any other day I might care." She said in a light-hearted tone.
"Why not today?" He questioned, although happy she was showing so much…. affection, slightly concerned about why she had chosen today.
"Because I've been through so much….and I have you now." She grinned.
He returned her grin with a smile.
"I do have you now don't I?" she questioned seriously.
He didn't say a word; he simply lowed his hands from her sides, and moved them round to the small of her back, and caressed it gently.
"I'm going to take that as an answer for now Gil grissom, but ill want a verbal one sooner or later."
"Dually noted" he said, and she proceeded to dismount him, and sat in her original position; by his side on the bench.
"What now?" she said leaning back into the bench and smiling at grissom.
"I think you need to sleep," He said insistently.
She got up from the bench, and spun around with her arms open, "but I feel so alive…." She said dreamily.
'I wonder if the hospital gave her more than stitches,' Grissom thought worriedly that Sara's sudden mood swings may have been caused by the drugs they had given her, or at least told her to take later in the day.
"Whoa…." She said, holding her head, grinning like an idiot, realising that spinning around after feeling nauseous want a good idea.
'Or maybe it was the ride on the roller coaster making her act so…differently.' He thought.
Whatever it was, he decided that she needed some time. Although he was happy for this new found….love?….he wanted to see if Sara really meant the…the kiss.
The kiss; it was so gentle, so…forbidden.
He looked at her; she was standing there, just smiling at him.
"I'm going to take you home," he said softly; he wanted to give her time to consider what she was getting herself into.
What was she getting herself into?
"I thought you'd never ask," she said seriously; accented with a small 'Sidle Smile.'
"Sara…" he began, getting up, he didn't want to give her the wrong idea. He wondered if giving her time, was just a way of giving himself time.
"Grissom…..don't say anything….just…..just take me home," she offered him a hand.
He hesitated, - should he take it?
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'Should he take it?' – it's a cliffhanger of sorts. Sorry the chapters short – I promise that the subsequent ones will be longer.
PWF = Play With Fire (episode of series 3)
Also, I don't usually write anything fluffy………
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"Maybe we can have dinner now?" she said with a smile.
"I thought you felt queasy," he said in a humorous questioning tone.
"Hmm, I did, but It might have been love," she said teasingly.
"If it was just love, maybe we could go on again," he grinned.
She knew he meant the roller coaster. She pulled herself up, and glared accusingly at him.
He continued; "You do know we're causing a scene don't you?" looking her directly in the eyes.
Her glare softened into a smile.
"Any other day I might care." She said in a light-hearted tone.
"Why not today?" He questioned, although happy she was showing so much…. affection, slightly concerned about why she had chosen today.
"Because I've been through so much….and I have you now." She grinned.
He returned her grin with a smile.
"I do have you now don't I?" she questioned seriously.
He didn't say a word; he simply lowed his hands from her sides, and moved them round to the small of her back, and caressed it gently.
"I'm going to take that as an answer for now Gil grissom, but ill want a verbal one sooner or later."
"Dually noted" he said, and she proceeded to dismount him, and sat in her original position; by his side on the bench.
"What now?" she said leaning back into the bench and smiling at grissom.
"I think you need to sleep," He said insistently.
She got up from the bench, and spun around with her arms open, "but I feel so alive…." She said dreamily.
'I wonder if the hospital gave her more than stitches,' Grissom thought worriedly that Sara's sudden mood swings may have been caused by the drugs they had given her, or at least told her to take later in the day.
"Whoa…." She said, holding her head, grinning like an idiot, realising that spinning around after feeling nauseous want a good idea.
'Or maybe it was the ride on the roller coaster making her act so…differently.' He thought.
Whatever it was, he decided that she needed some time. Although he was happy for this new found….love?….he wanted to see if Sara really meant the…the kiss.
The kiss; it was so gentle, so…forbidden.
He looked at her; she was standing there, just smiling at him.
"I'm going to take you home," he said softly; he wanted to give her time to consider what she was getting herself into.
What was she getting herself into?
"I thought you'd never ask," she said seriously; accented with a small 'Sidle Smile.'
"Sara…" he began, getting up, he didn't want to give her the wrong idea. He wondered if giving her time, was just a way of giving himself time.
"Grissom…..don't say anything….just…..just take me home," she offered him a hand.
He hesitated, - should he take it?
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'Should he take it?' – it's a cliffhanger of sorts. Sorry the chapters short – I promise that the subsequent ones will be longer.