Section 8
Curtis dropped down onto the couch and flipped on the TV. "Stargate's on, Sara!" He called out to the kitchen.
"Record it please." She called back, too busy to do it herself.
Grissom smiled and placed another dish into the dishwasher. "Should've guessed."
Sara looked up at him and grinned. "What?"
He chuckled and shrugged, placing a cup in the top basket. "I didn't know you were a Stargate fan." He stepped back as she closed the dishwasher door and turned it on. "Although the vast collection of dvd's gave it away." He smiled, remembering the line of Stargate dvd's on her shelf back in Vegas.
"So?" She laughed. "Don't tell me you haven't got the whole series of X- files."
Grissom turned a bright red and nodded. "I do, actually." Then laughed.
Sara dried her hands quickly, before grabbing his hand and tugging lightly on it. As they approached the couch, she patted Curtis on the head and leaned down to kiss his hair. "Night bud."
"Early night and a long sleep in?" He muttered, stealing a glance as she walked away.
Grissom followed her as he was pulled towards her bedroom. At first, he thought they were going to watch Stargate, but as she opened her door, he knew otherwise.
"We are going to talk about the problems that await back in Vegas, right?" He asked, suddenly very nervous. Which was an odd feeling.
"We are. Just not in front of Curt and I wasn't going to deprive him of Major Sam Carter." She giggled, sitting on her bed, looking up at him as he stood in the middle of her carpet. "You gonna sit?"
He shook his head and smiled. "No. It's better if I stand."
Sara nodded and shrugged. "Talk."
"Actually, I was hoping you could shed some light on your current professional relationship with Catherine."
"Great." She muttered through closed lips. Sighing, she pulled her legs up and crossed them, leaning on her elbows and resting her chin in her joined hands. "She's a bitch."
Grissom choked out a laugh. "Okay."
Sara grinned. "That's my first thought, but she's always bossing me about."
"She is of higher rank than you are." He reminded her.
"I know, but it's not that. She's always pushing the rules and squashing regulations when it comes to her personal life."
"I know."
Sara raised a single eyebrow in question, but said. "I know you know, so why do you always stick up for her?"
He stared at her for a long time, but looked down at his feet when he answered. "She covers for me."
"You don't make out with suspects whilst on an active case." Sara snapped. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly. "Sorry, it's just, she's always doing things that would get me fired if I thought about it. I thought you were favouring Warrick all the time, when you were, really, giving him a choice. But Catherine? She's using you to her advantage."
Grissom nodded. "I hear you, Sara. I do. But Catherine thinks she can do what she likes and she has ways of manipulating you into doing things for her, especially if it concerns Lindsey's welfare."
"So you give her a raise, because she's having a tough time." Sara stated, staring at his downcast head. "You bend the rules, because she can't get a lead by herself without crunching evidence."
"Not all the time." He protested softly, looking up to meet her stare.
"Most of the time. Even when Eddie died, you let her tread on my toes and insult me."
Grissom's eyes grew wide. "She insulted you? How?"
Breaking away from his piercing blue eyes, she shrugged. "I was letting her in on the case because she asked. I didn't realise until after I interviewed Lindsey, that Catherine was going to shove my job capabilities in my face. Since then, she's been manipulative, bossy, bitchy, snappy and questioning in everything I do."
"I didn't know that." He said quietly, moving a few steps closer until he was kneeling against the bed. "I'm sorry."
Sara smiled weakly. "You obviously didn't know. Although I thought you would have got it the other week when she took the case from Nick and me."
"Oh." He pursed his lips and nodded. "Yeah. I did notice that, but it was difficult. A difficult decision, Sara. Please understand that."
"I do, now, but then," She shrugged. "I felt ignored-"
"-Like the rest of the year." He finished for her. "I remember everything you told me the other night."
She grinned. "You mean shouted."
He nodded. "Told, shout, either way, I heard you." Reaching up, he took her hands and kissed them. "I love you, you know? More than anything in the world."
Sara nodded and leaned forward. "You wanna sleep with me, again?" She whispered against his lips, barely touching them.
Grissom sighed softly. "I've heard that question before."
"You didn't exactly give me an answer the first time." She countered, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.
Shifting on his knees, he stared at her lips with what seemed to be a hungry look in his eyes. "You sure?" His eyes met hers again.
"You didn't ask last time."
Meeting her with a thoughtful expression, he said. "Well, we didn't exactly leave time for anything."
"So, why ask? Why wait?"
Biting his lip, he shook his head and leaned back. "Nah, I'm gonna watch Stargate."
Sara's mouth dropped open as he continued to shuffle back on his knees. "Gil!" She screeched with a laugh, lunging forward to grab his shoulders, tipping him off balance.
"I guess I'm staying." He huffed out in a chuckle, wrapping his arms around her waist as she wiggled her body against his to look into his eyes.
"I'm not stopping you from watching SG-1 from exploring yet another barren planet or defending the air base from aliens. I'm sure Curt wouldn't min-"
"Stop talking." He murmured against her lips.
To Be Continued....
[Not much more, I promise. Thank you for all your encouragement. Review Please.]
Curtis dropped down onto the couch and flipped on the TV. "Stargate's on, Sara!" He called out to the kitchen.
"Record it please." She called back, too busy to do it herself.
Grissom smiled and placed another dish into the dishwasher. "Should've guessed."
Sara looked up at him and grinned. "What?"
He chuckled and shrugged, placing a cup in the top basket. "I didn't know you were a Stargate fan." He stepped back as she closed the dishwasher door and turned it on. "Although the vast collection of dvd's gave it away." He smiled, remembering the line of Stargate dvd's on her shelf back in Vegas.
"So?" She laughed. "Don't tell me you haven't got the whole series of X- files."
Grissom turned a bright red and nodded. "I do, actually." Then laughed.
Sara dried her hands quickly, before grabbing his hand and tugging lightly on it. As they approached the couch, she patted Curtis on the head and leaned down to kiss his hair. "Night bud."
"Early night and a long sleep in?" He muttered, stealing a glance as she walked away.
Grissom followed her as he was pulled towards her bedroom. At first, he thought they were going to watch Stargate, but as she opened her door, he knew otherwise.
"We are going to talk about the problems that await back in Vegas, right?" He asked, suddenly very nervous. Which was an odd feeling.
"We are. Just not in front of Curt and I wasn't going to deprive him of Major Sam Carter." She giggled, sitting on her bed, looking up at him as he stood in the middle of her carpet. "You gonna sit?"
He shook his head and smiled. "No. It's better if I stand."
Sara nodded and shrugged. "Talk."
"Actually, I was hoping you could shed some light on your current professional relationship with Catherine."
"Great." She muttered through closed lips. Sighing, she pulled her legs up and crossed them, leaning on her elbows and resting her chin in her joined hands. "She's a bitch."
Grissom choked out a laugh. "Okay."
Sara grinned. "That's my first thought, but she's always bossing me about."
"She is of higher rank than you are." He reminded her.
"I know, but it's not that. She's always pushing the rules and squashing regulations when it comes to her personal life."
"I know."
Sara raised a single eyebrow in question, but said. "I know you know, so why do you always stick up for her?"
He stared at her for a long time, but looked down at his feet when he answered. "She covers for me."
"You don't make out with suspects whilst on an active case." Sara snapped. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly. "Sorry, it's just, she's always doing things that would get me fired if I thought about it. I thought you were favouring Warrick all the time, when you were, really, giving him a choice. But Catherine? She's using you to her advantage."
Grissom nodded. "I hear you, Sara. I do. But Catherine thinks she can do what she likes and she has ways of manipulating you into doing things for her, especially if it concerns Lindsey's welfare."
"So you give her a raise, because she's having a tough time." Sara stated, staring at his downcast head. "You bend the rules, because she can't get a lead by herself without crunching evidence."
"Not all the time." He protested softly, looking up to meet her stare.
"Most of the time. Even when Eddie died, you let her tread on my toes and insult me."
Grissom's eyes grew wide. "She insulted you? How?"
Breaking away from his piercing blue eyes, she shrugged. "I was letting her in on the case because she asked. I didn't realise until after I interviewed Lindsey, that Catherine was going to shove my job capabilities in my face. Since then, she's been manipulative, bossy, bitchy, snappy and questioning in everything I do."
"I didn't know that." He said quietly, moving a few steps closer until he was kneeling against the bed. "I'm sorry."
Sara smiled weakly. "You obviously didn't know. Although I thought you would have got it the other week when she took the case from Nick and me."
"Oh." He pursed his lips and nodded. "Yeah. I did notice that, but it was difficult. A difficult decision, Sara. Please understand that."
"I do, now, but then," She shrugged. "I felt ignored-"
"-Like the rest of the year." He finished for her. "I remember everything you told me the other night."
She grinned. "You mean shouted."
He nodded. "Told, shout, either way, I heard you." Reaching up, he took her hands and kissed them. "I love you, you know? More than anything in the world."
Sara nodded and leaned forward. "You wanna sleep with me, again?" She whispered against his lips, barely touching them.
Grissom sighed softly. "I've heard that question before."
"You didn't exactly give me an answer the first time." She countered, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.
Shifting on his knees, he stared at her lips with what seemed to be a hungry look in his eyes. "You sure?" His eyes met hers again.
"You didn't ask last time."
Meeting her with a thoughtful expression, he said. "Well, we didn't exactly leave time for anything."
"So, why ask? Why wait?"
Biting his lip, he shook his head and leaned back. "Nah, I'm gonna watch Stargate."
Sara's mouth dropped open as he continued to shuffle back on his knees. "Gil!" She screeched with a laugh, lunging forward to grab his shoulders, tipping him off balance.
"I guess I'm staying." He huffed out in a chuckle, wrapping his arms around her waist as she wiggled her body against his to look into his eyes.
"I'm not stopping you from watching SG-1 from exploring yet another barren planet or defending the air base from aliens. I'm sure Curt wouldn't min-"
"Stop talking." He murmured against her lips.
To Be Continued....
[Not much more, I promise. Thank you for all your encouragement. Review Please.]