Sara reached up and fingered some curls above his ear. They were sat
at the table in her small dining area, eating the pasta and tomato with
mushroom meal Grissom had cooked up. He was drinking some water when she
had this urge to just reach out and touch him. Grissom glanced at her as he
returned his glass to the table. "You could have told me, you know?" She
said softly, her fingers still twisting small curls.
He smiled hesitantly and reached up to take her hand. "I would have, but I didn't know how." He admitted as his fingers slid against hers to link them. "I wish I did a long time ago." His eyes were down cast and focused on their hands.
While she watched him silently, she couldn't help but think about what was going to happen next, not just in life, but now and at work. She stared at his face for a long time before taking a sharp breath. "Griss?" He looked up and waited for her to speak. After a few quiet minutes, she continued. "If you don't want this, leave." It sounded harsh and abrupt, but she didn't think she could handle him leaving later or even ignoring her when it came to go to work.
Grissom's eyes registered shock and hurt at her words, but as he looked deeply into her emotional and teary eyes, he seemed to understand. Turning in his chair that was beside hers, he stood. Sara's head lowered as she pulled her hand from his, but something was wrong, he wasn't letting go. "Sara." His voice was a whisper as he pulled her up to stand in front of him. Her eyes searched his carefully when he slowly wrapped his arms around her. "I love you and no matter what you think, I'm not leaving or missing another day that I could be spending with you." She caught his smile as he dropped his head to kiss her.
Standing at the car door as she slammed it shut, she looked across to the other side with nervousness "I don't know Griss." She sighed and looked down at her feet. "I figured you'd run-"
"Not gonna happen my dear." He chuckled as he walked around the car and took her hand. "Come on. I want to do some paperwork before shift officially starts."
Taking a deep breath, she exhaled on a sigh. "Ok."
Grissom pulled on her hand and once she started moving, he stepped closer and placed her hand on his hand as they walked along the path towards the front of the building that they would be working in until the sun rises the next morning. Leaning slightly into her body as they approached the steps, he whispered into her ear. "You ok?"
Sara looked up from the ground and nodded. "Yeah." She smiled at him and quickly kissed his cheek before the first step came upon them. He smirked and blushed, making her laugh lightly at his reaction.
The beginning of shift was busy. Catherine headed the 419 as she took control and gave instructions to Nick and Warrick. They worked together for hours at the crime scene and were still out when Sara came back from questioning the gas station manager. She had come to a wall for the moment on her single homicide. Without out the substance that was on the victim's shirt, anything further was still on hold. The chem/DNA lab was backlogged and whilst she was waiting, her killer was probably across the country by now.
Grissom walked down the corridor towards the break room in search of a fresh cup of hot coffee. He looked in on Greg to see if he'd go through his evidence, but the young lab tech was still waiting for results and numerous cases were on hold. Advising him to hurry up on live cases, he turned and left to finish his retreat to the break room. Upon entering, he noticed the coffee machine brewing fresh coffee and a mug already waiting.
"I get first cup." A voice teased from the corner of the room.
"Whoever pours it, gets it." He teased back and stepped towards the machine as it beeped.
"Uh uh." She walked quickly to cut him off before his hand reached the pot.
"Sara." He smirked and dropped his hand. "I teasing." He assured.
She grinned and raised her eyebrows. "I know that, but I still get first cup. Anyway, I'm needing a caffeine fix right now."
Grissom nodded and smiled. "Ok. Greg should be analysing your substance now."
"Great!" She exclaimed happily as she pulled another mug from the cupboard by her head. "I take it you want some." She asked as she poured coffee into both mugs. He chuckled and took the mug she handed to him. "Your welcome." She smiled and turned away.
He watched her sit at the table where her case file was situation in two piles. He hadn't noticed it on his first scan of the room. Smiling to himself, he sat down opposite her. "What did the manager say?" He asked after he observed her going over her notes.
Sighing heavily, she picked up her coffee and looked up at him. "He never say a thing. He did hear the gunshot, but not the commotion before hand."
"What about the camera?"
Pulling a large photo from the file to her left, she handed it to his with a disgusted snort. "Looks like Santa if you look at it upside down." She smiled and shook her head when he did that, he turned it and smirked, before looking at it properly. "The manager said he's never seen then guy in or outside. Apparently, he was serving a customer, but when I got there, no customer was present and again he 'didn't get a good look at him.' Funny, he was serving a guy for ten minutes and can't remember what they look like."
Grissom adjusted his glasses and sat forward. "That's a number plate." He pointed at the corner of the photo.
Sara nodded and pulled out an enlarged, clearer photo. "Archie got us a closer look, but the car was crushed an hour after the murder."
Looking at her with a small grin, he sat back. "Very thorough." He praised.
"Thanks." She smiled before frowning. "Still got nothing though."
"Maybe the substance will give you a lead." Grissom suggested as moral support.
Sara sat back and closed the file after pushing it all together. She drank her coffee in silence as she glanced at Grissom a few times. He was looking into his mug with a strange look on his face. "Something wrong Griss?" She asked when he looked at her.
He nodded and leaned forward against the table. His mug still in his hands, he licked his lips and stared at hers. "This is much easier than I thought, you know?" He said as his eyes finally met hers.
"Huh?" Thoroughly confused by his words, she leaned forward, mimicking his movements until there was only a foot between their faces. "What do you mean?" She asked a he continued to stare.
Grissom shrugged. "I was thinking that I wouldn't be able to help myself if we worked together, but." He smiled and slipped his hand over hers. "It's hard, but it's easy too." He chuckled at his confused logic and shook his head. "What I meant was, that I would love to kiss you right now, but I. I remind myself about the time we have and see no need to rush things."
Sara's eyes softened, as she understood. Looking down at his hand on hers, she smiled and turned her hand in his and squeezed it. "Me too." She whispered.
He smiled hesitantly and reached up to take her hand. "I would have, but I didn't know how." He admitted as his fingers slid against hers to link them. "I wish I did a long time ago." His eyes were down cast and focused on their hands.
While she watched him silently, she couldn't help but think about what was going to happen next, not just in life, but now and at work. She stared at his face for a long time before taking a sharp breath. "Griss?" He looked up and waited for her to speak. After a few quiet minutes, she continued. "If you don't want this, leave." It sounded harsh and abrupt, but she didn't think she could handle him leaving later or even ignoring her when it came to go to work.
Grissom's eyes registered shock and hurt at her words, but as he looked deeply into her emotional and teary eyes, he seemed to understand. Turning in his chair that was beside hers, he stood. Sara's head lowered as she pulled her hand from his, but something was wrong, he wasn't letting go. "Sara." His voice was a whisper as he pulled her up to stand in front of him. Her eyes searched his carefully when he slowly wrapped his arms around her. "I love you and no matter what you think, I'm not leaving or missing another day that I could be spending with you." She caught his smile as he dropped his head to kiss her.
Standing at the car door as she slammed it shut, she looked across to the other side with nervousness "I don't know Griss." She sighed and looked down at her feet. "I figured you'd run-"
"Not gonna happen my dear." He chuckled as he walked around the car and took her hand. "Come on. I want to do some paperwork before shift officially starts."
Taking a deep breath, she exhaled on a sigh. "Ok."
Grissom pulled on her hand and once she started moving, he stepped closer and placed her hand on his hand as they walked along the path towards the front of the building that they would be working in until the sun rises the next morning. Leaning slightly into her body as they approached the steps, he whispered into her ear. "You ok?"
Sara looked up from the ground and nodded. "Yeah." She smiled at him and quickly kissed his cheek before the first step came upon them. He smirked and blushed, making her laugh lightly at his reaction.
The beginning of shift was busy. Catherine headed the 419 as she took control and gave instructions to Nick and Warrick. They worked together for hours at the crime scene and were still out when Sara came back from questioning the gas station manager. She had come to a wall for the moment on her single homicide. Without out the substance that was on the victim's shirt, anything further was still on hold. The chem/DNA lab was backlogged and whilst she was waiting, her killer was probably across the country by now.
Grissom walked down the corridor towards the break room in search of a fresh cup of hot coffee. He looked in on Greg to see if he'd go through his evidence, but the young lab tech was still waiting for results and numerous cases were on hold. Advising him to hurry up on live cases, he turned and left to finish his retreat to the break room. Upon entering, he noticed the coffee machine brewing fresh coffee and a mug already waiting.
"I get first cup." A voice teased from the corner of the room.
"Whoever pours it, gets it." He teased back and stepped towards the machine as it beeped.
"Uh uh." She walked quickly to cut him off before his hand reached the pot.
"Sara." He smirked and dropped his hand. "I teasing." He assured.
She grinned and raised her eyebrows. "I know that, but I still get first cup. Anyway, I'm needing a caffeine fix right now."
Grissom nodded and smiled. "Ok. Greg should be analysing your substance now."
"Great!" She exclaimed happily as she pulled another mug from the cupboard by her head. "I take it you want some." She asked as she poured coffee into both mugs. He chuckled and took the mug she handed to him. "Your welcome." She smiled and turned away.
He watched her sit at the table where her case file was situation in two piles. He hadn't noticed it on his first scan of the room. Smiling to himself, he sat down opposite her. "What did the manager say?" He asked after he observed her going over her notes.
Sighing heavily, she picked up her coffee and looked up at him. "He never say a thing. He did hear the gunshot, but not the commotion before hand."
"What about the camera?"
Pulling a large photo from the file to her left, she handed it to his with a disgusted snort. "Looks like Santa if you look at it upside down." She smiled and shook her head when he did that, he turned it and smirked, before looking at it properly. "The manager said he's never seen then guy in or outside. Apparently, he was serving a customer, but when I got there, no customer was present and again he 'didn't get a good look at him.' Funny, he was serving a guy for ten minutes and can't remember what they look like."
Grissom adjusted his glasses and sat forward. "That's a number plate." He pointed at the corner of the photo.
Sara nodded and pulled out an enlarged, clearer photo. "Archie got us a closer look, but the car was crushed an hour after the murder."
Looking at her with a small grin, he sat back. "Very thorough." He praised.
"Thanks." She smiled before frowning. "Still got nothing though."
"Maybe the substance will give you a lead." Grissom suggested as moral support.
Sara sat back and closed the file after pushing it all together. She drank her coffee in silence as she glanced at Grissom a few times. He was looking into his mug with a strange look on his face. "Something wrong Griss?" She asked when he looked at her.
He nodded and leaned forward against the table. His mug still in his hands, he licked his lips and stared at hers. "This is much easier than I thought, you know?" He said as his eyes finally met hers.
"Huh?" Thoroughly confused by his words, she leaned forward, mimicking his movements until there was only a foot between their faces. "What do you mean?" She asked a he continued to stare.
Grissom shrugged. "I was thinking that I wouldn't be able to help myself if we worked together, but." He smiled and slipped his hand over hers. "It's hard, but it's easy too." He chuckled at his confused logic and shook his head. "What I meant was, that I would love to kiss you right now, but I. I remind myself about the time we have and see no need to rush things."
Sara's eyes softened, as she understood. Looking down at his hand on hers, she smiled and turned her hand in his and squeezed it. "Me too." She whispered.