Disclaimer: As much as I'd like to, I don't own any of these characters.
Note: I have no idea where this chapter came from. I'm planning about two or three more chapters but I'll see how it turns out. Who knows, I might have five more!
Chapter Five
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"Morning, Griss" Sara said as she walked into the lounge room and headed for the kitchen. Grissom was sitting on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee and watching the news.
"Good afternoon Sara" Grissom teased, "it's not morning anymore."
"Whatever," came the voice from the kitchen. Grissom could hear cupboards being opened and water being boiled as Sara prepared her breakfast.
"I boiled water about two minutes ago," Grissom said as walked over the kitchen doorframe and leant against it. Sara was bent over, rummaging through his cupboards
"God, you have like no food in here." Sara sounded slightly annoyed as she continued her search
"Probably because you ate it all," joked Grissom. Sara stood up and flashed a 100-watt smile at him
"Shut up," she said, still smiling, as she slowly sauntered over to him, "you're dead for saying that Grissom." Sara continued to slowly walk over to him, however Grissom did not move. "You know I have a gun, don't you?" Her right hand slid over the bench top and grabbed a spatula.
"Oh no you don't, Sidle" responded Grissom as Sara lunged for him, swinging the spatula around with a large smile on her face. Grissom stumbled into the lounge room backwards and tripped on the couch, falling backwards over the armrest, landing on the cushions. He quickly scrambled to the other side, as far away from Sara as possible, laughing at her. She continued to come at him, and leaped onto the opposite end of the couch from Grissom, landing on her knees. As she slowly climbed across the couch towards Grissom, still with the spatula, she tripped on a cushion and landed on top of him, madly laughing. They lay there together, Sara pinning Grissom down on the couch, laughing so hard her sides hurt.
"Sorry," laughed Sara. That was all she managed to get out during her fit of laughter as she attempted to climb off Grissom. However she found that his arms that were wrapped around her waist prevented an easy escape. He was holding her to him. Sara quite liked the feel of his strong arms wrapped around him, and it was only when she heard the kettle boil that she began to struggle to get off him. "Grissom," Sara mumbled into his ear, "let me get up." Grissom quickly dropped his arms that were around her and allowed her to stand up. He hadn't even realised that he was preventing her from getting up, all he could concentrate on was the feel of her body upon him. He watched as she pushed herself off him and stood up, her faced tinged slightly pink from all the laughing. She walked into the kitchen and quickly turned the kettle off.
'God, what were you doing, Sidle' she thought to herself as she poured the hot water onto the instant coffee that lay at the bottom of her mug. 'Attacking your boss like that is not cool. Although he was asking for it.' She grabbed a bagel off the bench that had just miraculously appeared and walked back into the lounge room.
"Anything interesting on TV?" she asked Grissom as she sat down on the couch, folding her legs beneath her. Grissom noticed that she was still wearing her pyjamas. She had been sleeping in his spare room for two weeks now ever since she had cleaned it up. Sara noticed how much more comfortable she was around Grissom since she moved in and she was reaping the benefits. She felt that their trust had grown significantly and they had definitely regained the friendship they originally had when she first moved to Vegas. They had begun their flirty banter at work again and the whole team had become cheery again, pleased that Sara and Grissom were Sara and Grissom again.
"Not really, just the news," Grissom said, replying to her question.
"Well, if that's the case, and there's nothing really interesting on I might get ready for work." Grissom mumbled a response as Sara jumped off the couch still munching her bagel and walked into what had become her 'room'. As she gathered her clothes and headed for the shower, she found herself humming and broke out into a quiet song as she turned the water on.
'I haven't done that for months' she thought as the hot water beat down upon her back, causing her skin to turn red and her veins to come up. She turned the shower off a few minutes later and stepped out of the shower into the steamy room. As she brushed her wet hair out and got dressed she could hear Grissom moving around in his bedroom. Sara smiled to herself as she thought of Grissom choosing what shoes and tie to wear. She was still smiling as she opened the door and came face to face with Grissom attempting to do his tie up.
"Damn," he mumbled to himself as he fiddled with the renegade tie. Sara leant against the doorframe of the bathroom and smiled at him, the usually deftly Gil Grissom not being able to do a tie up.
"Here," she walked over to him and grabbed the two ends of the tie hanging around his neck.
"How do you know how to do this?" she shot him an accusing glare.
"Growing up with an older brother and a father who thinks that you should be a boy does have some benefits Grissom," she said as she shot him an accusing glare, easily whipping the silk fabric around his neck, forming a perfect, neat knot. "There," Sara placed her hand on the tie, admiring her expert knot but really enjoying the feel of Grissom through his shirt, "all done."
"Thankyou," he said softly, enjoying the soft feel of her hand on his chest. He touched her upper arm and smiled. Sara smiled back, looking into his eyes. She could feel the electric sparks between them as they both shifted closer to one another. Sara was looking at his lips now, imagining the feel of them on her own. She breathed in his scent, his unique smell that only Grissom had and that drove her wild. She sighed softly as Grissoms hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He could see the desire in her eyes as she looked at his lips, licking her own in anticipation. She closed her eyes and moved closer. They could both feel the heat of one another's bodies escaping through their clothes
"Sara," Grissom whispered as he bent his face down slightly, preparing to kiss her. Sara suddenly knocked him away as she jumped slightly
"SHIT!" she yelled. The phone had rung suddenly, breaking the moment and scaring both of them. They looked at each other, unsure of what the other was thinking, unsure what to do. Sara answered the question for both of them. "Aren't you going to answer that?" Sara smiled and stepped away from him, watching him move around his room.
"As soon as I find it," Grissom said as he fumbled around looking for his cell phone, "where the hell is it?"
"Here," Sara triumphantly held up the ringing phone which she had found on the end of his bed, "see, no need for profanities"
"Thanks," Grissom said as he took it from her hand. She smiled at him as his hand brushed against hers. "Grissom." He said as he answered the call
Sara backed out of the room and into her own, smiling about their near-kiss experience. All he troubles had flown out the window. She had her answer, even if he had initially said no to her. He wanted her, and she had evidence to back that up. She looked in the mirror as she applied some lip- gloss and mascara.
"Sara!" Grissom yelled, looking for her, unsure of where she had gone.
"Yeah!" she yelled back, "I'm in here." As he walked into her room he could see her putting make-up on. He smiled as he observed her slim figure, remembering what had nearly happened in his bedroom. She turned around and looked at him.
"We've got to go. A teenager found a janitor dead in a closet at a school."
"Let me guess, you need me?" Sara joked, repeating the words he had once said to her.
"Well, I don't know about you," joked Grissom, "we need the best so-" Sara smirked at him as she walked out of the door, brushing herself against him.
"I'll see you at work then?" Sara grabbed her keys from the hook by the door and walked out. Grissom smiled. He loved the look Sara got on her face when he was teasing her.
"Right behind you Sidle" Grissom replied, closing and locking the door behind him.
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"You're looking awfully chipper today," Catherine said as she walked into Grissom's office and sat down in the chair opposite him, "What happened? Did aliens come to earth and replace the old Gil Grissom with a new and improved model?" Grissom smiled at her question and took his glasses off, setting them down on the desk in front of him.
"Hello to you too, Catherine," she smiled at his refusal to answer her question.
"Something happen between you and Sara?"
"Excuse me?" Grissom flushed slightly. Catherine noticed his response and decided to play with it.
"Oh you know, you're extra happy and she's extra happy -"
"Sara's extra happy?"
"Uh huh," Grissom smiled to himself as he put his head down, pretending that his case file was riveting, "she was practically bouncing around the breakroom."
"Could be too much coffee," Grissom replied, his head still down.
"No, I don't think so. She practically kissed Greg," Grissom's head shot up.
"What?!?!"
"Whoa, calm down cowboy," Catherine said as she smiled, "I'm just joking!"
"Oh," Grissom put his glasses back on, "Because I might have to suspend them both for that." Catherine took this as her cue to leave.
"You know, Griss," she got out of her chair and walked over to the door.
"What?" he looked up at her.
"You two look good together. Go for it," Catherine smiled at him
"Go for what?" Nick asked as he walked past Grissom's door. Grissom gave Catherine a pleading look. He didn't want to have to explain anything to Nicky.
"Don't worry Nicky my boy," Catherine said as she put her arm around his shoulders, "just work related."
"You know, Cath, you're really too short to be doing that," Nicky said, commenting on Catherine's arm around his shoulders. He smiled down at her as they walked into Trace together. Catherine turned around and smiled at Grissom once more before paying her full attention to the case at hand. Grissom sighed a sigh of relief as he secretly thanked Cath for saving him from a potentially bad situation.
"What are you sighing about Griss?" It was Sara at his door this time. He looked up and smiled at her.
"Oh, nothing. Just work related."
"Oh ok," Sara said. She walked over to his desk and ran her index finger along the edge of it before sitting down in the chair Cath had just vacated. However, unlike Cath she swung her legs over one of the arms. She looked around his office slowly and finally her eyes came to settle upon him. Grissom's head was still bent over, reading a tox report. The curls on top of his head were going slightly grey and Sara watched his hand as he wrote a comment at the bottom of the report. His handwriting was fluid and smooth and as he finished his sentence with a full stop he looked up at Sara, who was staring intently at him.
"Sara."
"Yeah," she replied, still looking at him.
"Do you need anything?" Grissom sounded slightly annoyed, however Sara chose to ignore this. He did not like being stared at for so long, especially by Sara who seemed to be doing it a lot lately.
"No. Just sitting. And waiting -" All of a sudden Greg burst into Grissom's office, slightly out of breath.
"Ok, got your DNA results back boss," the goofy lab-rat said, smiling at Sara, "and I think that it will make your day." Grissom looked at the sheet of paper Greg handed him and then looked at Sara.
"We got a match. It was the principle after all." Grissom got out of his chair and put his coat on, "Let's go Sara."
"K Griss," she replied as she followed him out of his office. Sara paused at the door and turned around to face Greg. "Thanks Greggo," she said, giving him a small smile
"Anything for my favourite CSI, Sara," Greg replied, following Sara out the door and watching her walk down the hall way towards the doors
"Bye Greg," Sara half yelled as she exited the lab, waving at him before shutting the door behind her and walking over the Grissom's car. She opened the door and climbed in. Grissom watched her as she pulled the seatbelt over her torso and clicked it in place. "Let's go get him"
TO BE CONTINUED.
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A/N: Hehehe you know that they can't kiss now don't you? The angst is yet to come.
Ok, you know you want to. You see that little button down there on the left? The one that says 'Go'? Yeah, that one. Go on, click it and tell me what you think. Think of how long it took you to read that. Think of how long it took me to write it. Think how long it will take to press the 'Go' button and type two lines. You know you want to.
Note: I have no idea where this chapter came from. I'm planning about two or three more chapters but I'll see how it turns out. Who knows, I might have five more!
Chapter Five
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"Morning, Griss" Sara said as she walked into the lounge room and headed for the kitchen. Grissom was sitting on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee and watching the news.
"Good afternoon Sara" Grissom teased, "it's not morning anymore."
"Whatever," came the voice from the kitchen. Grissom could hear cupboards being opened and water being boiled as Sara prepared her breakfast.
"I boiled water about two minutes ago," Grissom said as walked over the kitchen doorframe and leant against it. Sara was bent over, rummaging through his cupboards
"God, you have like no food in here." Sara sounded slightly annoyed as she continued her search
"Probably because you ate it all," joked Grissom. Sara stood up and flashed a 100-watt smile at him
"Shut up," she said, still smiling, as she slowly sauntered over to him, "you're dead for saying that Grissom." Sara continued to slowly walk over to him, however Grissom did not move. "You know I have a gun, don't you?" Her right hand slid over the bench top and grabbed a spatula.
"Oh no you don't, Sidle" responded Grissom as Sara lunged for him, swinging the spatula around with a large smile on her face. Grissom stumbled into the lounge room backwards and tripped on the couch, falling backwards over the armrest, landing on the cushions. He quickly scrambled to the other side, as far away from Sara as possible, laughing at her. She continued to come at him, and leaped onto the opposite end of the couch from Grissom, landing on her knees. As she slowly climbed across the couch towards Grissom, still with the spatula, she tripped on a cushion and landed on top of him, madly laughing. They lay there together, Sara pinning Grissom down on the couch, laughing so hard her sides hurt.
"Sorry," laughed Sara. That was all she managed to get out during her fit of laughter as she attempted to climb off Grissom. However she found that his arms that were wrapped around her waist prevented an easy escape. He was holding her to him. Sara quite liked the feel of his strong arms wrapped around him, and it was only when she heard the kettle boil that she began to struggle to get off him. "Grissom," Sara mumbled into his ear, "let me get up." Grissom quickly dropped his arms that were around her and allowed her to stand up. He hadn't even realised that he was preventing her from getting up, all he could concentrate on was the feel of her body upon him. He watched as she pushed herself off him and stood up, her faced tinged slightly pink from all the laughing. She walked into the kitchen and quickly turned the kettle off.
'God, what were you doing, Sidle' she thought to herself as she poured the hot water onto the instant coffee that lay at the bottom of her mug. 'Attacking your boss like that is not cool. Although he was asking for it.' She grabbed a bagel off the bench that had just miraculously appeared and walked back into the lounge room.
"Anything interesting on TV?" she asked Grissom as she sat down on the couch, folding her legs beneath her. Grissom noticed that she was still wearing her pyjamas. She had been sleeping in his spare room for two weeks now ever since she had cleaned it up. Sara noticed how much more comfortable she was around Grissom since she moved in and she was reaping the benefits. She felt that their trust had grown significantly and they had definitely regained the friendship they originally had when she first moved to Vegas. They had begun their flirty banter at work again and the whole team had become cheery again, pleased that Sara and Grissom were Sara and Grissom again.
"Not really, just the news," Grissom said, replying to her question.
"Well, if that's the case, and there's nothing really interesting on I might get ready for work." Grissom mumbled a response as Sara jumped off the couch still munching her bagel and walked into what had become her 'room'. As she gathered her clothes and headed for the shower, she found herself humming and broke out into a quiet song as she turned the water on.
'I haven't done that for months' she thought as the hot water beat down upon her back, causing her skin to turn red and her veins to come up. She turned the shower off a few minutes later and stepped out of the shower into the steamy room. As she brushed her wet hair out and got dressed she could hear Grissom moving around in his bedroom. Sara smiled to herself as she thought of Grissom choosing what shoes and tie to wear. She was still smiling as she opened the door and came face to face with Grissom attempting to do his tie up.
"Damn," he mumbled to himself as he fiddled with the renegade tie. Sara leant against the doorframe of the bathroom and smiled at him, the usually deftly Gil Grissom not being able to do a tie up.
"Here," she walked over to him and grabbed the two ends of the tie hanging around his neck.
"How do you know how to do this?" she shot him an accusing glare.
"Growing up with an older brother and a father who thinks that you should be a boy does have some benefits Grissom," she said as she shot him an accusing glare, easily whipping the silk fabric around his neck, forming a perfect, neat knot. "There," Sara placed her hand on the tie, admiring her expert knot but really enjoying the feel of Grissom through his shirt, "all done."
"Thankyou," he said softly, enjoying the soft feel of her hand on his chest. He touched her upper arm and smiled. Sara smiled back, looking into his eyes. She could feel the electric sparks between them as they both shifted closer to one another. Sara was looking at his lips now, imagining the feel of them on her own. She breathed in his scent, his unique smell that only Grissom had and that drove her wild. She sighed softly as Grissoms hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He could see the desire in her eyes as she looked at his lips, licking her own in anticipation. She closed her eyes and moved closer. They could both feel the heat of one another's bodies escaping through their clothes
"Sara," Grissom whispered as he bent his face down slightly, preparing to kiss her. Sara suddenly knocked him away as she jumped slightly
"SHIT!" she yelled. The phone had rung suddenly, breaking the moment and scaring both of them. They looked at each other, unsure of what the other was thinking, unsure what to do. Sara answered the question for both of them. "Aren't you going to answer that?" Sara smiled and stepped away from him, watching him move around his room.
"As soon as I find it," Grissom said as he fumbled around looking for his cell phone, "where the hell is it?"
"Here," Sara triumphantly held up the ringing phone which she had found on the end of his bed, "see, no need for profanities"
"Thanks," Grissom said as he took it from her hand. She smiled at him as his hand brushed against hers. "Grissom." He said as he answered the call
Sara backed out of the room and into her own, smiling about their near-kiss experience. All he troubles had flown out the window. She had her answer, even if he had initially said no to her. He wanted her, and she had evidence to back that up. She looked in the mirror as she applied some lip- gloss and mascara.
"Sara!" Grissom yelled, looking for her, unsure of where she had gone.
"Yeah!" she yelled back, "I'm in here." As he walked into her room he could see her putting make-up on. He smiled as he observed her slim figure, remembering what had nearly happened in his bedroom. She turned around and looked at him.
"We've got to go. A teenager found a janitor dead in a closet at a school."
"Let me guess, you need me?" Sara joked, repeating the words he had once said to her.
"Well, I don't know about you," joked Grissom, "we need the best so-" Sara smirked at him as she walked out of the door, brushing herself against him.
"I'll see you at work then?" Sara grabbed her keys from the hook by the door and walked out. Grissom smiled. He loved the look Sara got on her face when he was teasing her.
"Right behind you Sidle" Grissom replied, closing and locking the door behind him.
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"You're looking awfully chipper today," Catherine said as she walked into Grissom's office and sat down in the chair opposite him, "What happened? Did aliens come to earth and replace the old Gil Grissom with a new and improved model?" Grissom smiled at her question and took his glasses off, setting them down on the desk in front of him.
"Hello to you too, Catherine," she smiled at his refusal to answer her question.
"Something happen between you and Sara?"
"Excuse me?" Grissom flushed slightly. Catherine noticed his response and decided to play with it.
"Oh you know, you're extra happy and she's extra happy -"
"Sara's extra happy?"
"Uh huh," Grissom smiled to himself as he put his head down, pretending that his case file was riveting, "she was practically bouncing around the breakroom."
"Could be too much coffee," Grissom replied, his head still down.
"No, I don't think so. She practically kissed Greg," Grissom's head shot up.
"What?!?!"
"Whoa, calm down cowboy," Catherine said as she smiled, "I'm just joking!"
"Oh," Grissom put his glasses back on, "Because I might have to suspend them both for that." Catherine took this as her cue to leave.
"You know, Griss," she got out of her chair and walked over to the door.
"What?" he looked up at her.
"You two look good together. Go for it," Catherine smiled at him
"Go for what?" Nick asked as he walked past Grissom's door. Grissom gave Catherine a pleading look. He didn't want to have to explain anything to Nicky.
"Don't worry Nicky my boy," Catherine said as she put her arm around his shoulders, "just work related."
"You know, Cath, you're really too short to be doing that," Nicky said, commenting on Catherine's arm around his shoulders. He smiled down at her as they walked into Trace together. Catherine turned around and smiled at Grissom once more before paying her full attention to the case at hand. Grissom sighed a sigh of relief as he secretly thanked Cath for saving him from a potentially bad situation.
"What are you sighing about Griss?" It was Sara at his door this time. He looked up and smiled at her.
"Oh, nothing. Just work related."
"Oh ok," Sara said. She walked over to his desk and ran her index finger along the edge of it before sitting down in the chair Cath had just vacated. However, unlike Cath she swung her legs over one of the arms. She looked around his office slowly and finally her eyes came to settle upon him. Grissom's head was still bent over, reading a tox report. The curls on top of his head were going slightly grey and Sara watched his hand as he wrote a comment at the bottom of the report. His handwriting was fluid and smooth and as he finished his sentence with a full stop he looked up at Sara, who was staring intently at him.
"Sara."
"Yeah," she replied, still looking at him.
"Do you need anything?" Grissom sounded slightly annoyed, however Sara chose to ignore this. He did not like being stared at for so long, especially by Sara who seemed to be doing it a lot lately.
"No. Just sitting. And waiting -" All of a sudden Greg burst into Grissom's office, slightly out of breath.
"Ok, got your DNA results back boss," the goofy lab-rat said, smiling at Sara, "and I think that it will make your day." Grissom looked at the sheet of paper Greg handed him and then looked at Sara.
"We got a match. It was the principle after all." Grissom got out of his chair and put his coat on, "Let's go Sara."
"K Griss," she replied as she followed him out of his office. Sara paused at the door and turned around to face Greg. "Thanks Greggo," she said, giving him a small smile
"Anything for my favourite CSI, Sara," Greg replied, following Sara out the door and watching her walk down the hall way towards the doors
"Bye Greg," Sara half yelled as she exited the lab, waving at him before shutting the door behind her and walking over the Grissom's car. She opened the door and climbed in. Grissom watched her as she pulled the seatbelt over her torso and clicked it in place. "Let's go get him"
TO BE CONTINUED.
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A/N: Hehehe you know that they can't kiss now don't you? The angst is yet to come.
Ok, you know you want to. You see that little button down there on the left? The one that says 'Go'? Yeah, that one. Go on, click it and tell me what you think. Think of how long it took you to read that. Think of how long it took me to write it. Think how long it will take to press the 'Go' button and type two lines. You know you want to.
