Author: annefishermn@yahoo.com
Spoilers: All of season one and two, plus Play with Fire from season three
Feedback: Please R&R!!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I'm not making any money from this, please don't sue…
Part One: A drive through the desertIt was very late, or very early, depending on your perspective. Grissom was driving down I-15, heading back into Vegas from a conference in Utah. He glanced down at the digital clock glowing green in the dark of the inside of the Tahoe, 4:52am. Normally he would be completely awake at this time, being used to working the night shift for so many years. However, being awake during the day for the four days at the entomology conference had thrown off his internal clock. Getting back in the night shift grove would take a few days. He just had to stay awake for one more hour and he would be in Vegas and he could sleep for a few hours before he had to go back into the lab.
He wondered how the lab was getting on without him. He had left Catherine in charge. She only called once, to let him know that they wrapped up the case that he had been working on when he left. Other than that they must not have had any major catastrophes, or he would have been called.
He yawned and reached down to turn on the radio. Maybe some music would wake him up.
"She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice, a little crazy but it's nice. And when she gets mad you best leave her alone. 'Cause she'll rage just like a river, then she'll beg you to forgive her. She's every woman that I've ever known."
Grissom smiled. That song sounds a lot like Sara. That woman was a walking contradiction. One day she is all business, processing a crime scene and interpreting evidence and solving scientific mysteries. The next day she is just about compromising an investigation by picking a fight with a suspect that killed his wife after years of battering.
"She's so New York and then L.A., and every town along the way. She's every place that I've never been. She's making love on rainy nights. She's a stroll through Christmas lights, and she's everything I want to do again."
One moment she is complaining about not being good with kids and she is mad about being sent away from a scene to watch a little girl, the next moment she is holding that same girl's hand and telling her everything is going to be ok. She is hard as a rock with criminals, and soft and caring when dealing with victims. She was sensitive enough to work to find the killer of the gorilla, and she became a vegetarian after she sat up all night with him documenting bug development on a decomposing pig. She'll put herself in harms way by being a decoy for an F.B.I. operation to catch a serial killer, but she won't go near a science experiment that involves meat or animals. She can lock herself in a small room and dig through the clothes of a decomp, but the sight of a bucket of spit or a body with bugs all over it will make her want to throw up.
"No it needs no explanation, 'cause it all makes perfect sense. When it comes down to temptation she's on both sides of the fence. She's anything but typical; she's so unpredictable. Oh, but even at her worst she ain't that bad. She's as real as real can be, and she's every fantasy. Lord she's every lover that I've ever had, and she's every lover that I've never had."
Grissom sighed and changed the station. Daydreaming about Sara was not a good way to keep him awake and focused on the road. Thinking about her was a good way to get him distracted enough to run off the road. Not a good idea. He was prone to getting lost in his thoughts often enough, he didn't need musical help. He found a station playing some 70s song. That will work.