Title: Good and Lethal
Author: Elory
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Good and Lethal
"Why is there Jell-O here?" Greg asked as he surveyed the lavish spread that Warrick had provided for the guests invited to his party.
"They're Jell-O shots, Greg." Warrick replied quickly, setting the younger man straight.
"What are they?" Sara questioned, arriving right behind Greg with a reluctant Grissom in tow.
"You mix the Jell-O with vodka instead of water."
"Sounds disgusting." Grissom stated over Sara's shoulder.
"They're actually very good. Lethal, but very good." Catherine interjected authoritatively, apparently enjoying the opportunity to show she knew something that Grissom didn't.
"So, who's game?" Nick challenged as he sauntered over to join the rest of the group.
Several Jell-O shots later, and well past proving Catherine's statement that they were good, Sara was discovering the lethal aspect of the concoction.
When the majority of the group had moved outside to take part in the BBQ that Warrick had organised, Sara opted to remain inside. Away from the odour of cooking meat, but near to the jellied treats. With little more than crudités and dip to eat, her insistence on trying each of the flavours available had resulted in an extreme state of inebriation.
"Grissom…" Sara drawled as he entered the room from the backyard. She had insisted that Grissom eat his burger outside "with the rest of the carnivores".
"How many of those have you had?" Grissom enquired as he took in the numerous empty cups around her.
"A couple." She hiccuped. "I wanted to try them all. I like this one best." Sara giggled as she emptied a green shot into her mouth. "Wanna try?" she questioned, picking up another one and holding it out to Grissom.
"No thank you." Grissom answered firmly as he moved to take it away from her.
"Eww." Sara grimaced and pushed Grissom back from her. "You smell like meat. I'm not kissing dead animal Grissom."
"I'm not kissing flavoured Jell-o and vodka. I'm going to get us both a coffee. Please don't have anymore." Grissom pleaded as he leant over to over the tray further away from Sara, shaking his head as she recoiled from him. "Don't worry. Right now, kissing you is the last thing on my mind." He advised as he left the room.
On returning to Sara, and noticing the tray again within her reach and several cups down, Grissom was dismayed at the state she was now in.
"Sara…" Grissom intoned as he placed the coffee cups on the table beside her and gently shook his half-conscious date. "Sara, honey. Come on, get up. You need to get up and move." Grissom was firmer now as he tried to coerce her into standing.
"Don't wanna…" She complained, but stood anyway under Grissom's insistent assistance.
"I'm taking you home, Jell-O girl." Grissom quipped as he led Sara to the door.
"Need to say goodbye."
"I think you'll feel better in the morning if you don't." Grissom cautioned, sure that the rest of the team would have no hesitation in teasing her mercilessly for her overindulgence.
Leading her out of the house and down the driveway, Sara slipped in her heels and stumbled off of the paving. Turning to Grissom, she accusingly spat "This is all your fault, meat-eater."
Grissom just laughed and wrapped his arm around her as she kicked the gravel from her shoe.
