The Night is Ours
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING involving CSI.
Rating: PG (altho, it's always going to be decent, I don't write smut)
A/N: I go with almost any ship except slash. This story is G/S, just because that is how it ended up, that does not mean my next CSI fic (if there is one) will be. Thoughts are in italics. I actually wrote this months ago and it was meant for Valentine's Day but ff.net was not cooperating with me until now. Sadie
"Grissom, where are we going? You just went past the cutoff for Henderson." Sara exclaimed.
"We're on a case, I told you that. And it isn't in Henderson. It'll be a while before we get there." Grissom told her.
"Come on, Grissom, you could at least tell me what the case is!"
Grissom shook his head, he could only imagine what she'd do to him once she realized what they were really doing. "So, Sara, it's Valentine's Day, why are you working? Don't you have a boyfriend, Hank, I think is what Catherine said his name is?" he ignored her question.
Sara turned and looked out the window. Couldn't Grissom ever notice the things around him? She and Hank had broken up months ago, and it still hurt knowing what Hank had done. It hurt even more to realize one of her closest friends didn't even notice. "No, Grissom, Hank and I broke up. A while ago. And I'm working Valentine's because Catherine wanted the night off."
"Oh. I thought you and Hank were quite an item."
"Please, Grissom, stop talking about him. I don't want to talk about him. I don't know what Cath told you but please, don't talk about it anymore." Sara turned back to Grissom and looked at him.
Grissom sighed. He kept bungling everything up. "Catherine didn't tell me anything except that you and her went out for drinks. Believe it or not, Catherine doesn't tell everything to me."
"All right," Sara said, slowly. "How come, after all this time, you've finally decided it's ok to work with me again? You've had me with Catherine, Warrick or Nick for months but never with you."
"Well, uh, well, it's Valentine's, Sara. You deserve to spend it with someone, and since Warrick and Nick are busy, I decided I would spend it with you." Grissom explained.
"Grissom, if you have anything to do with the candy I found in my locker, I will kill you." Inwardly, Sara was banging her head against a wall. Great, Sidle, great. Now he'll really want to spend time with you.
"No, I don't. I'm not that creative to have tied ballons to little tulle bags of candy."
"Oh, so, you even know how it was packaged."
"Sara, we have one locker room, I can't help what I see."
"Oh, yeah. You know, you don't have to do this. I'm used to spending holidays, including Valentine's, alone."
"But you shouldn't have to." Grissom said quietly. "For once, Sara, just relax about something."
She turned and looked at him. "Grissom, I, uh, don't know what you want from me but it's really hard to relax when I have no idea what we're really doing because I don't think we're going to a crime scene."
He could've slapped himself. True, they weren't going to a crime scene but that was not the way he had wanted to tell her. "Sara, I have to pick some things up from the police station up in Jackpot but after that, the night is ours."
Sara wanted to cry, to scream at Grissom, to tell him he couldn't do this to her, but she didn't because that is what she had always wanted him to say: The night is ours.
There is (hopefully) going to be more but it depends on my muses and schedule. And whether or not I can find the time to write and if ff.net will cooperate with me.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING involving CSI.
Rating: PG (altho, it's always going to be decent, I don't write smut)
A/N: I go with almost any ship except slash. This story is G/S, just because that is how it ended up, that does not mean my next CSI fic (if there is one) will be. Thoughts are in italics. I actually wrote this months ago and it was meant for Valentine's Day but ff.net was not cooperating with me until now. Sadie
"Grissom, where are we going? You just went past the cutoff for Henderson." Sara exclaimed.
"We're on a case, I told you that. And it isn't in Henderson. It'll be a while before we get there." Grissom told her.
"Come on, Grissom, you could at least tell me what the case is!"
Grissom shook his head, he could only imagine what she'd do to him once she realized what they were really doing. "So, Sara, it's Valentine's Day, why are you working? Don't you have a boyfriend, Hank, I think is what Catherine said his name is?" he ignored her question.
Sara turned and looked out the window. Couldn't Grissom ever notice the things around him? She and Hank had broken up months ago, and it still hurt knowing what Hank had done. It hurt even more to realize one of her closest friends didn't even notice. "No, Grissom, Hank and I broke up. A while ago. And I'm working Valentine's because Catherine wanted the night off."
"Oh. I thought you and Hank were quite an item."
"Please, Grissom, stop talking about him. I don't want to talk about him. I don't know what Cath told you but please, don't talk about it anymore." Sara turned back to Grissom and looked at him.
Grissom sighed. He kept bungling everything up. "Catherine didn't tell me anything except that you and her went out for drinks. Believe it or not, Catherine doesn't tell everything to me."
"All right," Sara said, slowly. "How come, after all this time, you've finally decided it's ok to work with me again? You've had me with Catherine, Warrick or Nick for months but never with you."
"Well, uh, well, it's Valentine's, Sara. You deserve to spend it with someone, and since Warrick and Nick are busy, I decided I would spend it with you." Grissom explained.
"Grissom, if you have anything to do with the candy I found in my locker, I will kill you." Inwardly, Sara was banging her head against a wall. Great, Sidle, great. Now he'll really want to spend time with you.
"No, I don't. I'm not that creative to have tied ballons to little tulle bags of candy."
"Oh, so, you even know how it was packaged."
"Sara, we have one locker room, I can't help what I see."
"Oh, yeah. You know, you don't have to do this. I'm used to spending holidays, including Valentine's, alone."
"But you shouldn't have to." Grissom said quietly. "For once, Sara, just relax about something."
She turned and looked at him. "Grissom, I, uh, don't know what you want from me but it's really hard to relax when I have no idea what we're really doing because I don't think we're going to a crime scene."
He could've slapped himself. True, they weren't going to a crime scene but that was not the way he had wanted to tell her. "Sara, I have to pick some things up from the police station up in Jackpot but after that, the night is ours."
Sara wanted to cry, to scream at Grissom, to tell him he couldn't do this to her, but she didn't because that is what she had always wanted him to say: The night is ours.
There is (hopefully) going to be more but it depends on my muses and schedule. And whether or not I can find the time to write and if ff.net will cooperate with me.