Choices
By Bugs & Beauty
Admin@shipper-love.net
AN: I was eating Wendys when the idea for this popped into my head. (Go fast food!) This takes place during the 3rd season. Despite how this starts out, this is a Grissom/Sara romance story. Gotta have the pain before you get the dessert. Also all of my stories are now archived at http://www.shipper-love.net.
Chapter One
Catherine had pulled into the spot just an hour after they processed a crime scene. Grissom had been silent through-out the investigation. Even his usual intellectual barbs were missing. She had to do something so she stopped at this out of the way place. She ordered a coffee and some eggs. He had simply ordered a coffee.
"I told her I did not know what to do about it." Gil Grissom, Head CSI of the Las Vegas Crime Lab, sat back in the booth. Across from him, Catherine Willows sipped her coffee. The blonde investigator was done up very well for an out of the way cafe. Most of the occupants were truckers, painters and locals.
She shook her head. "You will ruin your career over her." She reached over the table. "I know you think you love her but this will pass. Sara gets emotional and she is not exactly stable." Grissom pulled his hand away from her. Catherine held up her hand. "Look, I know how you feel. But you saw what happened with Hank. You see how she teases Greg and even Nick."
The older CSI gave her a confused look. "What do you mean about Hank? I thought he cheated on her..." His voice trailed off as the other woman frowned at him. "I'm sure she told you that Gil but it's simply not true." Catherine made a show of looking troubled by what she was going to tell him. "Look," she trailed her words off before sighing to herself-loudly.
"What?" His eyes were clouded with the same self doubt Catherine knew so well.
"She's...She did the whole Hank thing to make someone jealous."
Grissom perked up. "So what's the problem? She wanted me to be jealous and frankly I was...a bit."
Catherine gulped the last of her coffee down. "Not you. Greg." She threw some bills down on the table and got up. "Ready to go?"
He was not about to leave the conversation. "Greg? She hardly pays attention to him." He stopped Catherine as soon as they left the cafe. "What are you talking about with Greg?" His breaths puffed hard from his chest.
"He is cute, like a younger version of yourself really." Catherine replied to him in a dismissive tone. She riffled through her purse supposedly looking for her car keys but she could see the sag in his shoulders.
"Like...me?" The pain was evident in his voice. Catherine almost felt sorry for what she was doing-almost. She allowed him to think about the situation. His Sara with a much younger man. A man in good health who cracked jokes that made her smile. Who treated her with respect. Who never told her no.
All Grissom had given her was a world of no. No to her empathy with others. No, to her need to work extra hard on cases. No to her need for HIS support. No to her dinner date.
Catherine started up the car. She shifted gears and soon they were racing towards Vegas along the almost deserted highway. She placed her hand on his knee. "Hey look at least this way you won't have to worry about her rejection." She saw him flinch. "You can put her behind you and concentrate on finding someone who is a real woman." Grissom only turned his body away from her.
Sara worked with Warrick and Greg on detailing the two cars that had come in earlier to the lab. Nick had gone home earlier in the day complaining about his fever. At that moment, Greg was doing his Mario Andretti impression in the Porsche.
"Vrooooom! Vroooom!" The spiky haired man made a show of downshifting his gears and swerving around imaginary cars. He threw his hands in the air.
"And he wins the Daytona 500 for the seventh time in a row." He turned and bowed to his left and right. "Greg Sanders, Race car Champion and Hero to young boys everywhere." He stepped out of the car. Warrick was sitting on the floor inspecting the tires of the second car when Greg strutted up to him and made a show of giving him an autograph. For his part, Warrick pretended to be stunned and clutched the paper to his chest. Sara burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that she dropped her wrench on the ground.
Greg walked over to her side of the car. "Sorry Lady Sara." He bowed deeply and reached for the wrench. However Sara also reached for the wrench and they hit their heads. Warrick disintegrated into a full blown belly laugh.
It was this scene that Grissom and Catherine saw when they arrived to the room. Sara straightened herself up and held out a hand to Greg. The smile from her face fell when she caught the extremely furious look on Grissom's face.
"Sidle, Sanders!" The booming voice that erupted from him shook everyone. Sara's mouth dropped wide open. "Stop wasting my time." He directed his attention to Greg. "Get in the lab and process the samples I left."" Greg barely even nodded before running past Grissom. Warrick turned his attention back to the car. Sara would not be so quiet.
"What is going on Grissom?" She wiped her hand on a rag. "We were all working this case-like YOU told us to before you left."
Grissom turned to face her fully. "Yes, I wanted you to work the case, not work Greg." He pushed Archie out of the way as he left the room. Sara's face burned with embarrassment. She shot past Catherine to follow her supervisor.
Sara slammed the door to his office shut so hard the blinds fell off the tiny window. "What the hell was that about?" She threw up her hands. "I am sick of you doing this to me?"
"Sick of you?" He remained seated and gave her a bored look. "I am not the office tease here Sara." The coolness of his voice was a slap to her pride.
"I was not...doing that with Greg. How could you say that to me?" She turned her head down so he could not see the tears welling up in her eyes. "You treat me badly."
"Sara, that is not true." He dropped the file. Sara peeked through the strands of her hair. The prideful and even cruel man turned into a defeated lump. Her mouth opened then shut several times.
"Why?" She took a step closer to him.
There was a mumbled reply from the heap that used to be Gil Grissom. Sara walked around to look at him. The breath sucked back into her throat. The man she accused of not having emotion sat in his chair. There was a single trail of tears going down his face. The brunette fell to her knees and cupped his face with one of her hands, leaving a smear of oil on his cheek. "Talk to me-please."
TBC....Mwahahahahha!
By Bugs & Beauty
Admin@shipper-love.net
AN: I was eating Wendys when the idea for this popped into my head. (Go fast food!) This takes place during the 3rd season. Despite how this starts out, this is a Grissom/Sara romance story. Gotta have the pain before you get the dessert. Also all of my stories are now archived at http://www.shipper-love.net.
Chapter One
Catherine had pulled into the spot just an hour after they processed a crime scene. Grissom had been silent through-out the investigation. Even his usual intellectual barbs were missing. She had to do something so she stopped at this out of the way place. She ordered a coffee and some eggs. He had simply ordered a coffee.
"I told her I did not know what to do about it." Gil Grissom, Head CSI of the Las Vegas Crime Lab, sat back in the booth. Across from him, Catherine Willows sipped her coffee. The blonde investigator was done up very well for an out of the way cafe. Most of the occupants were truckers, painters and locals.
She shook her head. "You will ruin your career over her." She reached over the table. "I know you think you love her but this will pass. Sara gets emotional and she is not exactly stable." Grissom pulled his hand away from her. Catherine held up her hand. "Look, I know how you feel. But you saw what happened with Hank. You see how she teases Greg and even Nick."
The older CSI gave her a confused look. "What do you mean about Hank? I thought he cheated on her..." His voice trailed off as the other woman frowned at him. "I'm sure she told you that Gil but it's simply not true." Catherine made a show of looking troubled by what she was going to tell him. "Look," she trailed her words off before sighing to herself-loudly.
"What?" His eyes were clouded with the same self doubt Catherine knew so well.
"She's...She did the whole Hank thing to make someone jealous."
Grissom perked up. "So what's the problem? She wanted me to be jealous and frankly I was...a bit."
Catherine gulped the last of her coffee down. "Not you. Greg." She threw some bills down on the table and got up. "Ready to go?"
He was not about to leave the conversation. "Greg? She hardly pays attention to him." He stopped Catherine as soon as they left the cafe. "What are you talking about with Greg?" His breaths puffed hard from his chest.
"He is cute, like a younger version of yourself really." Catherine replied to him in a dismissive tone. She riffled through her purse supposedly looking for her car keys but she could see the sag in his shoulders.
"Like...me?" The pain was evident in his voice. Catherine almost felt sorry for what she was doing-almost. She allowed him to think about the situation. His Sara with a much younger man. A man in good health who cracked jokes that made her smile. Who treated her with respect. Who never told her no.
All Grissom had given her was a world of no. No to her empathy with others. No, to her need to work extra hard on cases. No to her need for HIS support. No to her dinner date.
Catherine started up the car. She shifted gears and soon they were racing towards Vegas along the almost deserted highway. She placed her hand on his knee. "Hey look at least this way you won't have to worry about her rejection." She saw him flinch. "You can put her behind you and concentrate on finding someone who is a real woman." Grissom only turned his body away from her.
Sara worked with Warrick and Greg on detailing the two cars that had come in earlier to the lab. Nick had gone home earlier in the day complaining about his fever. At that moment, Greg was doing his Mario Andretti impression in the Porsche.
"Vrooooom! Vroooom!" The spiky haired man made a show of downshifting his gears and swerving around imaginary cars. He threw his hands in the air.
"And he wins the Daytona 500 for the seventh time in a row." He turned and bowed to his left and right. "Greg Sanders, Race car Champion and Hero to young boys everywhere." He stepped out of the car. Warrick was sitting on the floor inspecting the tires of the second car when Greg strutted up to him and made a show of giving him an autograph. For his part, Warrick pretended to be stunned and clutched the paper to his chest. Sara burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that she dropped her wrench on the ground.
Greg walked over to her side of the car. "Sorry Lady Sara." He bowed deeply and reached for the wrench. However Sara also reached for the wrench and they hit their heads. Warrick disintegrated into a full blown belly laugh.
It was this scene that Grissom and Catherine saw when they arrived to the room. Sara straightened herself up and held out a hand to Greg. The smile from her face fell when she caught the extremely furious look on Grissom's face.
"Sidle, Sanders!" The booming voice that erupted from him shook everyone. Sara's mouth dropped wide open. "Stop wasting my time." He directed his attention to Greg. "Get in the lab and process the samples I left."" Greg barely even nodded before running past Grissom. Warrick turned his attention back to the car. Sara would not be so quiet.
"What is going on Grissom?" She wiped her hand on a rag. "We were all working this case-like YOU told us to before you left."
Grissom turned to face her fully. "Yes, I wanted you to work the case, not work Greg." He pushed Archie out of the way as he left the room. Sara's face burned with embarrassment. She shot past Catherine to follow her supervisor.
Sara slammed the door to his office shut so hard the blinds fell off the tiny window. "What the hell was that about?" She threw up her hands. "I am sick of you doing this to me?"
"Sick of you?" He remained seated and gave her a bored look. "I am not the office tease here Sara." The coolness of his voice was a slap to her pride.
"I was not...doing that with Greg. How could you say that to me?" She turned her head down so he could not see the tears welling up in her eyes. "You treat me badly."
"Sara, that is not true." He dropped the file. Sara peeked through the strands of her hair. The prideful and even cruel man turned into a defeated lump. Her mouth opened then shut several times.
"Why?" She took a step closer to him.
There was a mumbled reply from the heap that used to be Gil Grissom. Sara walked around to look at him. The breath sucked back into her throat. The man she accused of not having emotion sat in his chair. There was a single trail of tears going down his face. The brunette fell to her knees and cupped his face with one of her hands, leaving a smear of oil on his cheek. "Talk to me-please."
TBC....Mwahahahahha!