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"Have dinner with me."
He said in a low voice.
"What?"
"I want you to have dinner with me."
She wasn't that shocked.
Not at all.
But it still came unexpected: Gil Grissom asking her to dinner.
"Su-sure."
She stammered.
*
INTERROGATION ROOM - 8 HOURS LATER
"Where were you Friday at..say 10 in the evening?"
Sara asked the suspect for the murder of Dan Stanford.
"I told you guys before, I was at the cinema, with my wife." The suspect told Sara and Grissom."
Grissom came to stand beside her.
"Is that why your fingerprints are on this knife? The knife where Mr. Stanford was stabbed with?
He held a plastic bag up with the knife.
It was clearly he became more nervous now.
But it was clear he was the murderer.
"I.I dunno."
The suspect said.he was yelling now.
"Look, we asked your wife about your whereabouts last Friday and guess what? You've never been to the cinema."
Sarcasm was dripping from Grissom's voice now.
Sara looked angrily at the guy. He was protracting time which obviously got on her nerves.
"Look, why don't you tell us what exactly happened, buster."
The guy took a deep breath and eventually gave in.
"He always cheated when we played cards. Do you have any idea of how much money I've lost due to his 'fair' skills? Thousands of dollars, people."
Grissom and Sara just looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
He knocked on the door so the cops would bring the murderer to his cell.
"Pathetic."
Was Griss' last word when the man disappeared from the room.
"I'm glad he hadn't anything to do with the Debbie Marlin case." Sara said.
"Yeah me too."
He managed a smile.
The first genuine smile she'd seen in months.
She couldn't help it smiling back.
*
Grissom was nervous.
Not a little nervous, but very nervous.
Sara was about to come over in a few minutes for dinner.
Of course he could have taken her to a fancy restaurant, but he preferred to cook for.
And she didn't protested.
It had been a long time Sara had been in his house and that was during the Strip Strangler case.
Somehow she felt honored to be invited to his place.
His private place.
She knew he had difficulty sharing private things.
She also knew he was taking a step forward.
Instead of backwards.
Grissom almost let the pan drop when he heard the doorbell rang.
He slowly walked over to the door.
Stealing one last glance in the mirror before he swung open the door.
What he saw in front of him took his breath away.
She wore black slacks and a white wrap-over blouse.
Staring at her he was unaware of his intense look.
"You're not telling me we're going to eat on the porch, now are you?"
She asked him with a smile.
"Oh, sorry. Of course not, come in."
He held the door more open so she could step in.
"Thanks."
"You look beautiful."
He said simply.
Sara, who felt her cheeks redden, smiled shyly.
"You don't look bad yourself."
Grissom just smiled to her.
He gestured with his hand to come further.
When she entered the living-room a delicious smell filled her nostrils.
"What are you cooking?" She asked while walking over to some butterflies which were attached to the wall.
"Lasagna with pesto, mozzarella and tomatoes.
She sent him a curious look.
Don't worry it IS vegetarian."
He added with a smirk.
She shot him her gap-toothed smile.
God, how he had missed that.
Grissom walked over to her, standing behind her.
Feeling her warmth surrounding him.
His closeness did not go unnoticed by her either.
"What's that?"
She asked very sudden.
Pointing at a unique butterfly.
"It's the 'Anthocharis stella', or 'Stella Orangetip'. It's a speciman from Nevada.
"It's beautiful".
"Yes, it is."
His warm breath tickling her neck.
She turned around.
"How did you know?"
Her voice was soft.
Her stare intense.
First he was unaware of what she was talking about, but then it dawned on him.
He sighed.
"Before I went to the interrogation-room to question Dr. Lurie I was looking for you. I had some new evidence you needed to analyze. Catherine told me the last time she'd seen you was, well.."
He didn't feel like going in more details.
Now when he stood so close to her, realizing that she heard his entire speech made him a little restless.
She must have noticed this.
She grabbed his hands.
.entwining their fingers.
He looked down at their united hands and then back to her face.
Her beautiful face.
She just smiled.
"Sara, I."
He stopped in frustration.
Even now, after everything they went through the last couple of days he still found it hard. Of course he wanted to open up.
But his crammed emotions, de feelings he had for her which he held hidden for such a long time.it wasn't just something he could talk about from one day to the next.
She could feel his insecurities grow.
She could feel the tension building up.
She encouraged him by squeezing his hands softly.
It seemed to work.
"I really want this to work, Sara. 'This' is important to me..'you' are important to me."
His voice was gentle.
His eyes were too with a little spark in them.
How long had she waited for this moment.
"You're important to me too, Griss."
First thought she imagined it, but when he whipped a single tear from her cheek with his thumb, she realized she was indeed crying.
"And from now on, it's Gil instead of Grissom."
He said with a small smile.
"Sure....Griss."
He looked at her with mock annoyance, which caused her to giggle.
Soon he followed and started laughing to.
He quit her laughing by suddenly grabbing her face and brushing his lips over hers.
They felt soft.
She murmured something incoherently and deepened the kiss.
Their blissful kiss was brutish interrupted by the beeper from the kitchen.
"Hmmm, I think our dinner is ready."
He said when he separated from her.
She bit her lower lip to stop her from smiling to wide.
She failed miserably.
"Yeah, let's have dinner."
The End
"Have dinner with me."
He said in a low voice.
"What?"
"I want you to have dinner with me."
She wasn't that shocked.
Not at all.
But it still came unexpected: Gil Grissom asking her to dinner.
"Su-sure."
She stammered.
*
INTERROGATION ROOM - 8 HOURS LATER
"Where were you Friday at..say 10 in the evening?"
Sara asked the suspect for the murder of Dan Stanford.
"I told you guys before, I was at the cinema, with my wife." The suspect told Sara and Grissom."
Grissom came to stand beside her.
"Is that why your fingerprints are on this knife? The knife where Mr. Stanford was stabbed with?
He held a plastic bag up with the knife.
It was clearly he became more nervous now.
But it was clear he was the murderer.
"I.I dunno."
The suspect said.he was yelling now.
"Look, we asked your wife about your whereabouts last Friday and guess what? You've never been to the cinema."
Sarcasm was dripping from Grissom's voice now.
Sara looked angrily at the guy. He was protracting time which obviously got on her nerves.
"Look, why don't you tell us what exactly happened, buster."
The guy took a deep breath and eventually gave in.
"He always cheated when we played cards. Do you have any idea of how much money I've lost due to his 'fair' skills? Thousands of dollars, people."
Grissom and Sara just looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
He knocked on the door so the cops would bring the murderer to his cell.
"Pathetic."
Was Griss' last word when the man disappeared from the room.
"I'm glad he hadn't anything to do with the Debbie Marlin case." Sara said.
"Yeah me too."
He managed a smile.
The first genuine smile she'd seen in months.
She couldn't help it smiling back.
*
Grissom was nervous.
Not a little nervous, but very nervous.
Sara was about to come over in a few minutes for dinner.
Of course he could have taken her to a fancy restaurant, but he preferred to cook for.
And she didn't protested.
It had been a long time Sara had been in his house and that was during the Strip Strangler case.
Somehow she felt honored to be invited to his place.
His private place.
She knew he had difficulty sharing private things.
She also knew he was taking a step forward.
Instead of backwards.
Grissom almost let the pan drop when he heard the doorbell rang.
He slowly walked over to the door.
Stealing one last glance in the mirror before he swung open the door.
What he saw in front of him took his breath away.
She wore black slacks and a white wrap-over blouse.
Staring at her he was unaware of his intense look.
"You're not telling me we're going to eat on the porch, now are you?"
She asked him with a smile.
"Oh, sorry. Of course not, come in."
He held the door more open so she could step in.
"Thanks."
"You look beautiful."
He said simply.
Sara, who felt her cheeks redden, smiled shyly.
"You don't look bad yourself."
Grissom just smiled to her.
He gestured with his hand to come further.
When she entered the living-room a delicious smell filled her nostrils.
"What are you cooking?" She asked while walking over to some butterflies which were attached to the wall.
"Lasagna with pesto, mozzarella and tomatoes.
She sent him a curious look.
Don't worry it IS vegetarian."
He added with a smirk.
She shot him her gap-toothed smile.
God, how he had missed that.
Grissom walked over to her, standing behind her.
Feeling her warmth surrounding him.
His closeness did not go unnoticed by her either.
"What's that?"
She asked very sudden.
Pointing at a unique butterfly.
"It's the 'Anthocharis stella', or 'Stella Orangetip'. It's a speciman from Nevada.
"It's beautiful".
"Yes, it is."
His warm breath tickling her neck.
She turned around.
"How did you know?"
Her voice was soft.
Her stare intense.
First he was unaware of what she was talking about, but then it dawned on him.
He sighed.
"Before I went to the interrogation-room to question Dr. Lurie I was looking for you. I had some new evidence you needed to analyze. Catherine told me the last time she'd seen you was, well.."
He didn't feel like going in more details.
Now when he stood so close to her, realizing that she heard his entire speech made him a little restless.
She must have noticed this.
She grabbed his hands.
.entwining their fingers.
He looked down at their united hands and then back to her face.
Her beautiful face.
She just smiled.
"Sara, I."
He stopped in frustration.
Even now, after everything they went through the last couple of days he still found it hard. Of course he wanted to open up.
But his crammed emotions, de feelings he had for her which he held hidden for such a long time.it wasn't just something he could talk about from one day to the next.
She could feel his insecurities grow.
She could feel the tension building up.
She encouraged him by squeezing his hands softly.
It seemed to work.
"I really want this to work, Sara. 'This' is important to me..'you' are important to me."
His voice was gentle.
His eyes were too with a little spark in them.
How long had she waited for this moment.
"You're important to me too, Griss."
First thought she imagined it, but when he whipped a single tear from her cheek with his thumb, she realized she was indeed crying.
"And from now on, it's Gil instead of Grissom."
He said with a small smile.
"Sure....Griss."
He looked at her with mock annoyance, which caused her to giggle.
Soon he followed and started laughing to.
He quit her laughing by suddenly grabbing her face and brushing his lips over hers.
They felt soft.
She murmured something incoherently and deepened the kiss.
Their blissful kiss was brutish interrupted by the beeper from the kitchen.
"Hmmm, I think our dinner is ready."
He said when he separated from her.
She bit her lower lip to stop her from smiling to wide.
She failed miserably.
"Yeah, let's have dinner."
The End