What I Meant to Say
Summary: Can Sara and Grissom get past their communication problems?
Spoilers: Play With Fire for sure. There may be more later on.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. not at all. Although I wish I owned Grissom ;)
Author's note: This is not my first fanfic, but is my first G/S fic. Please R&R. Tell me what's good and what stinks (nicely of course). Constructive criticism is a writer's best friend.
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Sara's expression was serious. She stared straight ahead, determined to say exactly what she had to say.
"Do you have a minute?"
She stopped and thought, "No, that won't work. He could say, 'No, I'm busy.'" She stood staring at her reflection in the mirror.
"Look what he's done to me."
There she stood, Sara Sidle. Independent and headstrong woman turned lovesick teenager, just at the thought of finally confronting Grissom and not walking away. She was so terrified that she was actually rehearsing. Something she had never done before. Something she never had the need to do before.
"Just go in and say 'I need to talk to you.' It'll sound important. work related."
She grabbed her keys and headed off to work.
Things were quiet at the lab. She walked down the hallway and saw Grissom's door open. She wondered for a second if he was there until she saw him walk over to his desk and sit down, folder in hand. Her pace suddenly slowed. Second thoughts?
"Nerves," she thought. Her brain told her to move forward, but her legs wouldn't work. In her mind she screamed at herself and her legs seemed to be moving again. Grissom looked up as Sara entered his door and she stopped.
"You're here early, Sara."
"Yeah, uhhh. I need to talk to you."
"What about?" He motioned to the chair as an invitation to sit, but Sara didn't sit. She was too nervous to sit.
She took a few steps forward then stopped, "I. There's something I thought you should know."
Grissom looked her right in her eyes, waiting for her to continue. This didn't escape Sara's attention, and she quickly got lost in his baby blues. Grissom started to worry that it was something really serious.
"Sara. are you okay?"
She snapped out of her daydream, "Yeah. I'm fine."
"So, what is it I should know?"
She collected her thoughts, "The day the lab blew up, the day I asked you to dinner."
"Sara.."
"No, let me finish. That day, I wanted to do more than just ask you to dinner, but the explosion."
She stopped to collect herself. How could she tell him that the explosion had scared her? That she wanted to ask for more but she was so shook up she settled for dinner? Now she was having second thoughts, but she forced herself to continue.
"I was coming to your office to see you that day to tell you.. to tell you what I wanted."
"What do you want?"
"But the lab blew up."
"Sara."
"I took it as a sign that it was a wrong to want more, but even then I had to ask for something, so I asked for dinner."
"You want more of what?"
She had tried to ignore his questions hoping she could just get everything out, but the doubt was back full force and she felt like the lovesick teenager again. She was trying to think of a way out when Warrick stuck his head in the door.
"Hey Griss, everyone's here. We're just waiting for you."
Sara turned and left, passing Warrick, leaving Grissom to wonder exactly what she'd been trying to tell him. He thought he knew, but the investigator in him wouldn't allow him to jump to conclusions.
"Assume nothing," he whispered.
Warrick raised an eyebrow, "Huh?"
"I'll be right there. I need to switch around a few of the assignments."
Summary: Can Sara and Grissom get past their communication problems?
Spoilers: Play With Fire for sure. There may be more later on.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. not at all. Although I wish I owned Grissom ;)
Author's note: This is not my first fanfic, but is my first G/S fic. Please R&R. Tell me what's good and what stinks (nicely of course). Constructive criticism is a writer's best friend.
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Sara's expression was serious. She stared straight ahead, determined to say exactly what she had to say.
"Do you have a minute?"
She stopped and thought, "No, that won't work. He could say, 'No, I'm busy.'" She stood staring at her reflection in the mirror.
"Look what he's done to me."
There she stood, Sara Sidle. Independent and headstrong woman turned lovesick teenager, just at the thought of finally confronting Grissom and not walking away. She was so terrified that she was actually rehearsing. Something she had never done before. Something she never had the need to do before.
"Just go in and say 'I need to talk to you.' It'll sound important. work related."
She grabbed her keys and headed off to work.
Things were quiet at the lab. She walked down the hallway and saw Grissom's door open. She wondered for a second if he was there until she saw him walk over to his desk and sit down, folder in hand. Her pace suddenly slowed. Second thoughts?
"Nerves," she thought. Her brain told her to move forward, but her legs wouldn't work. In her mind she screamed at herself and her legs seemed to be moving again. Grissom looked up as Sara entered his door and she stopped.
"You're here early, Sara."
"Yeah, uhhh. I need to talk to you."
"What about?" He motioned to the chair as an invitation to sit, but Sara didn't sit. She was too nervous to sit.
She took a few steps forward then stopped, "I. There's something I thought you should know."
Grissom looked her right in her eyes, waiting for her to continue. This didn't escape Sara's attention, and she quickly got lost in his baby blues. Grissom started to worry that it was something really serious.
"Sara. are you okay?"
She snapped out of her daydream, "Yeah. I'm fine."
"So, what is it I should know?"
She collected her thoughts, "The day the lab blew up, the day I asked you to dinner."
"Sara.."
"No, let me finish. That day, I wanted to do more than just ask you to dinner, but the explosion."
She stopped to collect herself. How could she tell him that the explosion had scared her? That she wanted to ask for more but she was so shook up she settled for dinner? Now she was having second thoughts, but she forced herself to continue.
"I was coming to your office to see you that day to tell you.. to tell you what I wanted."
"What do you want?"
"But the lab blew up."
"Sara."
"I took it as a sign that it was a wrong to want more, but even then I had to ask for something, so I asked for dinner."
"You want more of what?"
She had tried to ignore his questions hoping she could just get everything out, but the doubt was back full force and she felt like the lovesick teenager again. She was trying to think of a way out when Warrick stuck his head in the door.
"Hey Griss, everyone's here. We're just waiting for you."
Sara turned and left, passing Warrick, leaving Grissom to wonder exactly what she'd been trying to tell him. He thought he knew, but the investigator in him wouldn't allow him to jump to conclusions.
"Assume nothing," he whispered.
Warrick raised an eyebrow, "Huh?"
"I'll be right there. I need to switch around a few of the assignments."