Title: The Movies – Flowers

Author: Battus philenor

Disclaimer: I have no claim to anything CSI. I get nothing from this but happiness from taking the G/S ship farther than those who do own CSI.

They were just going for breakfast at the diner, so Sara decided jeans would be fine for their date.  She chose a pair of low rise and a shirt that came down just to the top of the waist.  This way when she reached for something, and she would, he would get a view of her perfect stomach.  While extremely self conscious, she knew this was a feature she possessed that was worth showing off.

Sara was taking special care this morning in preparation for this encounter.  Their first "date" had been accidental so he pretty much got what he got.  Today things would be noticed, by them both, and she tried to remember that Gil Grissom was a man who relished using all of his senses.

While sight was the most obvious of senses to most people, Grissom saw her every day, making her task more difficult.  She would concentrate on a few minor, but noticeable areas.  Sara took care to leave her hair slightly curled and tucked behind her ears, and she also took the time to paint her toenails a dark, almost brown shade of red.  Knowing he would notice them since she was wearing sandals, it was just something new that he hadn't seen before and that made it all the more special to her. 

While Sara normally didn't wear perfume because it could interfere with some crime scenes; she actually didn't care that much for it anyway as most were too strong and had a tendency to give her a headache.  She did use body spray occasionally and decided that almost everybody liked vanilla. 

Sara was careful to let the vanilla spray only lightly hit her belly; she wanted no hint of anything anywhere else on her skin.  Only a small amount of hairspray had been used and well away from her ears.  While there was no way to tell yet where his lips would be, she wanted him to taste nothing but her skin no matter where they landed. 

A classical station playing softly in the background.  Even though he would only be inside her apartment for a minute of two, she wanted him to feel comfortable while he was there.    

He wasn't coming until nine, but she was ready by eight.  With nothing to do, she found herself unable to just sit.  Normally when anxious she would clean something almost fanatically, but that was the last thing she wanted to do today.  She was certain that the scent of bleach lingering in her clothes was not a turn on no matter how unusual the man. 

The thought of breakfast entered her mind to take up some time until she remembered they would be eating on their date.  She paced her whole house in search of something to occupy her.  This was going to be the longest hour of her life.

~*~

Grissom found sleep to be elusive for thoughts of Sara kept invading his brain.  He finally gave up around six and decided that if he busied his body maybe his mind would relinquish its possessive grip on her image. 

Not normally worried with his appearance, Grissom suddenly panicked about what he would wear to the diner.  He entered his closet with shoulders sagging; not sure how he should dress for a breakfast date.

It was just the diner, not a nice restaurant.  Anxiety then crept over him as he began to wonder if he should have asked her to a nicer place.  He had just assumed that they would feel more comfortable at a place they had both been before. 

Realizing it was much too late to worry about that, he calmed slightly, even more so when he remembered how she seemed to think the diner was a good idea.

He decided on jeans and a blue short sleeved shirt that was fairly new.  Catherine had once mentioned how blue looked good on him, something about bringing out his eyes.  He didn't see the big deal, but people had always complimented him on his eyes.  Grissom thought he might as well try to take advantage of the only asset he had, heaven knew he needed it today with Sara.

He ironed his shirt while in his boxer shorts and sipping on his coffee, careful not to spill any since he didn't know what his next choice to wear would be.  Ironing slowly and precisely he got out all the wrinkles; he wanted Sara to know that he took care in his appearance for her.  Being so much older than her, he had to take advantage every place he could. 

Hanging his shirt off the doorknob, he headed into the bathroom to shower and shave.  He took the time to use his fingernail brush; he had seen Sara looking at his hands before, and he wasn't taking any chances, he wanted today to be perfect. 

With grooming and dressing finally complete, he realized it was still only eight.  Having a few errands to run, he decided he could leave now.  If he took his time he wouldn't be foolishly early.

~*~

Knowing that cleaning products were out of the question for now, Sara decided to scrape the wax out of a few of her votive candle holders.  It was still cleaning, yet without the lousy lingering odors.  That's what she was doing when the doorbell finally rang. 

Putting the candle holders clumsily on the kitchen counter; a bit more loudly than she had intended, she tried to walk calmly to the door.  Fidgeting all the way she had straightened her shirt five times by the time she reached the door.  She took a deep breath and tentatively opened her home to Grissom. 

The first thing she noticed was how his beautiful blue eyes seemed to sparkle more brightly this morning; she knew the blue shirt he chose was helping to bring them out.  She then noticed the flowers he had in his hands and couldn't help the grin that spread across her face.  She cocked her head to the side slightly as her mouth opened to ask a question.  She closed it, thinking it better to leave it alone.

Grissom's brilliant blue eyes smiled back at her as he knew what she was thinking.

"I know that plants last longer, but I think every once in a while you should be extravagant."  He leaned in then and kissed her cheek, pausing to whisper in her ear, "I missed you Sara."

Sara's heart was already racing when he kissed her cheek, but his admission of missing her almost caused her to drop the flowers.  She smiled at him as he pulled back from her while nervously straightening his shirt.

"Let me set these down.  Come on in for a second Grissom."

"Do you know what kind of flowers they are?"

"Uh, no."  She wasn't sure if she was supposed to know that or not.  She racked her brain trying to recall any conversations they had regarding flowers.

"They're peach blossoms."

"Well, they're beautiful and they look good on the table don't you think?"  Sara smiled at him as she went to turn off the stereo.

"Yes, they are.  Are you familiar with their meaning?"

She grabbed her purse and made her way back to Grissom who was still standing by the door. 

"No, what do they mean?"

She stopped in front of him and he wrapped his arms around her pulling her into a hug.  He leaned down into her ear once again and whispered, "I am your captive."

Sparks of excitement shot out to all points of her body emanating from her stomach which had just done a flip.  She rested her cheek against his as a tear escaped her eye and rolled down the other side of her face.  Raising her arms around his neck she ran her fingers through his hair, wanting to savor this feeling forever. 

"Oh Grissom." 

He smiled against her face relieved that he had done well.  Getting flowers that would ultimately die made him nervous, but the sentiment in the meaning of the flower itself had apparently more than made up for that.  Now if he could just make it through breakfast with such luck.

TBC…

Battus philenor