Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. Never have been, never will be.

AN: My response to the Unbound challenge. Thanks for the challenge, it was fun. The opening line and closing line were provided.

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"So, how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" Brass asked.

"I'm not in the mood for this Jim. What is it?" Grissom replied. He now wished he hadn`t answered his cell phone.

"Well Gil, I've got this case that I think you'd be interested in."

"Can you get someone else to go in. I'm busy right now."

"It doesn't involve any kind of...creepy crawlers, but I think you'd-"

"Then I'm not really needed am I?" Grissom interrupted. "See you later Jim" he hung up quickly.

"What did he want?" Sara asked from her passenger side of the SUV.

"He said he had an interesting case for me" Grissom told her, not taking his eyes off the road.

"And you declined?" Sara asked, astonished.

"I don't want work to interrupt our first date." his eyes were still on the road.

"I thought this wasn't supposed to be a date? Weren't you the one who characterized it as simply 'dinner and a movie between two people'?"

"At the time, yes. Now I admit it. It was a date." he smiled at her.

She returned his smile. "Now you're taking me home...would you care to come up for a cup of coffee then?"

"I'd love to." he answered, pulling the car into her parking lot.

They both exited the car and began walking toward the building.

"Did you like the movie?" she asked him, breaking the silence.

"It was okay. Big George Clooney fan aren't you?" he teased her playfully.

She gently slapped his arm. "Maybe. I didn't just choose it because he was in it. It had good reviews."

"Is that your type?" he asked her, slipping his hands in his jeans pockets.

"What type?"

"You know, the George Clooney types. The tall dark and handsome."

"Why do you want to know?" Sara asked in wonderment.

"Because I don't understand why you'd be interested in someone like me. I'm not that type."

"I never said that was my type Grissom. I don't have a type. I like who I like." she told him. Why was he so insecure. Can't he see I'm having a great time she thought. Grissom kept silent so she continued. "You know, there is one thing you do have in common with George Clooney."

Grissom shot her a skeptical look. "Really? And what might that be?" he asked her doubtfully.

"Well"she began, adopting a more seductive tone. "You two are the only men in the world who can make me melt with just a simple tilt of the head." With a satisfied grin, she kept on walking.

Grissom, stunned by her comment and bordering the same look Sara held when he delivered his 'since I met you' line, walked straight into a cement post.

Upon hearing a loud thud and not so nice words, Sara spinned around. "Jesus, Grissom. Are you okay?" she couldn't help but laugh a little as she covered his forehead with her hand. Her laughter died as she saw the growing bump. "Oww...that's gonna leave a mark" she told him sympathetically.

"You think!" he replied sarcastically.

"Come on, I'll fix you up." she grabbed his arm and lead him into the building.

Once in her apartment, Sara left Grissom on the couch to retrieve ice from the kitchen.

When she came back, he was gently rubbing the swollen area on his forehead. "Don't touch it." she told him. "And here, put this on" she handed him an ice pack.

"This is all your fault." he childishly told her, then he winced as he put the ice pack against his head.

The End.