Author's Note: Sorry it took so long for me to update, I've been busy with
school and whatnot. But I have the week off, so I might be able to pump
out another chapter this week too. Thanks for all the comments, I'm glad
you all are enjoying this story.
Let the fun begin!
Sara sat on a stool in the lab, what a day it had been, she thought to herself as she scanned the evidence spread out in front of her. Between Grissom on her back about her drinking and the dead end case she was working, Sara really wanted a drink. Sara closed her eyes and let her forehead hit the table in front of her in frustration.
"Sara?"
Sara's eyes shot open and she picked her head up off the table, "I'm not sleeping." She said as she started to stare at the evidence in front of her.
"I know, you don't sleep." Grissom said coolly leaning against the doorframe. "I'm going home, and I suggest that you do the same."
"I sleep." Sara said on the defense starting to gather up the things on the table, "you just wouldn't know since this is the first actual conversation we've had in months." Sara looked up from the table expecting to see Grissom still leaning against the frame of the door, he was gone.
Sara turned into the parking lot of a little dive of a bar and parked her car. If there was one place where no one would find her wallowing in self- destruct mode it was here Sara thought as she pulled open the door to the bar.
Sara scanned the room as the door closed behind her. It was a smoky bar, the kind of place illuminated by neon beer signs and pool table lights. Sara did not see anyone she recognized so she made her way to the far corner of the bar. Then she saw him, sitting at the far corner of the bar. Damn.
"Sara, funny meeting you here." Grissom's statement dripped with I-told- you-so.
"And I was just leaving." Sara said as she turned to go.
Grissom put his hand on her arm, "You just got here, you obviously weren't just leaving, I watched you walk in the door."
Sara's head spun. Is he touching me? Yes, yes he is. Wait, you are mad remember, stand your ground, Sara.
"Look Grissom, I am off tomorrow, if I want to have a drink I can. If I want to drink myself in to oblivion, I can do that too." Sara sat down on the stool next to him and ordered a beer. "You are only my boss when I am wearing police ID."
Grissom reached down and pulled at the seam of Sara's coat. He dangled her ID in front of Sara's face and chuckled softly under his breath.
"Technicality." Sara grabbed the tag out of his hand and stuffed it in her purse. Sara continued to dig through her purse until she found her cigarettes, there was something about having a drink that made her want a cigarette. Maybe there was something about having a drink with Grissom that made her want a cigarette, but nonetheless, she could not find a lighter.
Grissom holding a lighter in front of her asked, "I thought you quit years ago?" surprised Sara as she lit her cigarette off of his lighter.
"You seem to think you know a lot more about me than you actually do." Sara said as she took a drink of her beer.
"You know I was just looking out for you today, when I asked you to be tested. The lab really needs you to be focused, you are an asset and..."
Sara cut him off, "I wish when you talked to me you didn't hide behind the lab. When I talk to you I want to have a conversation between you and me. Not a conversation between you, me, and a bunch of people who aren't here. Just take a minute, while we are sitting here, not at work, and tell me how YOU feel, not 'the lab'."
Grissom stared into his glass for what seemed like an eternity, and processed what Sara had just said to him. He thought about all the fluffy answers he could have given her, he even thought about just getting up and leaving, but for whatever reason Grissom chose that moment to just come clean.
"I was just looking out for you. Because if anything happened to you, I don't know what I would do. I am sure that I would feel responsible. I need you."
Those words echoed in Sara's head. She quickly called the bartender over and asked him to pour her a shot of tequila.
The two sat in silence for the next half-hour. Sara continued doing shots, rendering her completely incapacitated, while Grissom finally finished the drink he had been working on since he sat down.
Sara was the first to break the silence as she paid her tab, "I am going to go home now." Sara stood from her seat and immediately stumbled, bracing herself on Grissom's shoulder.
"Sara, I am going to take you home, you're not driving." Grissom said standing up next to her.
"I want to go to my house." Sara said as she draped her arm across Grissom's shoulder.
"Good, because that is where I was planning on taking you." Grissom wrapped his arm around Sara's waist as they headed towards the door.
"Good." Sara said and laid her head on Grissom's shoulder. As the two made their way to Grissom's car, Sara took a deep breath and sighed, "You smell good, Grissom. Have I ever told you that?"
"No Sara, you haven't." Grissom opened the passenger door for her and helped her into his car.
"Well, I should have. You do smell good." Grissom closed the car door and walked around to the other side. He got in and looked over at Sara, she had fallen asleep.
"Thank you." Grissom whispered as he started the car and headed towards Sara's place.
Let the fun begin!
Sara sat on a stool in the lab, what a day it had been, she thought to herself as she scanned the evidence spread out in front of her. Between Grissom on her back about her drinking and the dead end case she was working, Sara really wanted a drink. Sara closed her eyes and let her forehead hit the table in front of her in frustration.
"Sara?"
Sara's eyes shot open and she picked her head up off the table, "I'm not sleeping." She said as she started to stare at the evidence in front of her.
"I know, you don't sleep." Grissom said coolly leaning against the doorframe. "I'm going home, and I suggest that you do the same."
"I sleep." Sara said on the defense starting to gather up the things on the table, "you just wouldn't know since this is the first actual conversation we've had in months." Sara looked up from the table expecting to see Grissom still leaning against the frame of the door, he was gone.
Sara turned into the parking lot of a little dive of a bar and parked her car. If there was one place where no one would find her wallowing in self- destruct mode it was here Sara thought as she pulled open the door to the bar.
Sara scanned the room as the door closed behind her. It was a smoky bar, the kind of place illuminated by neon beer signs and pool table lights. Sara did not see anyone she recognized so she made her way to the far corner of the bar. Then she saw him, sitting at the far corner of the bar. Damn.
"Sara, funny meeting you here." Grissom's statement dripped with I-told- you-so.
"And I was just leaving." Sara said as she turned to go.
Grissom put his hand on her arm, "You just got here, you obviously weren't just leaving, I watched you walk in the door."
Sara's head spun. Is he touching me? Yes, yes he is. Wait, you are mad remember, stand your ground, Sara.
"Look Grissom, I am off tomorrow, if I want to have a drink I can. If I want to drink myself in to oblivion, I can do that too." Sara sat down on the stool next to him and ordered a beer. "You are only my boss when I am wearing police ID."
Grissom reached down and pulled at the seam of Sara's coat. He dangled her ID in front of Sara's face and chuckled softly under his breath.
"Technicality." Sara grabbed the tag out of his hand and stuffed it in her purse. Sara continued to dig through her purse until she found her cigarettes, there was something about having a drink that made her want a cigarette. Maybe there was something about having a drink with Grissom that made her want a cigarette, but nonetheless, she could not find a lighter.
Grissom holding a lighter in front of her asked, "I thought you quit years ago?" surprised Sara as she lit her cigarette off of his lighter.
"You seem to think you know a lot more about me than you actually do." Sara said as she took a drink of her beer.
"You know I was just looking out for you today, when I asked you to be tested. The lab really needs you to be focused, you are an asset and..."
Sara cut him off, "I wish when you talked to me you didn't hide behind the lab. When I talk to you I want to have a conversation between you and me. Not a conversation between you, me, and a bunch of people who aren't here. Just take a minute, while we are sitting here, not at work, and tell me how YOU feel, not 'the lab'."
Grissom stared into his glass for what seemed like an eternity, and processed what Sara had just said to him. He thought about all the fluffy answers he could have given her, he even thought about just getting up and leaving, but for whatever reason Grissom chose that moment to just come clean.
"I was just looking out for you. Because if anything happened to you, I don't know what I would do. I am sure that I would feel responsible. I need you."
Those words echoed in Sara's head. She quickly called the bartender over and asked him to pour her a shot of tequila.
The two sat in silence for the next half-hour. Sara continued doing shots, rendering her completely incapacitated, while Grissom finally finished the drink he had been working on since he sat down.
Sara was the first to break the silence as she paid her tab, "I am going to go home now." Sara stood from her seat and immediately stumbled, bracing herself on Grissom's shoulder.
"Sara, I am going to take you home, you're not driving." Grissom said standing up next to her.
"I want to go to my house." Sara said as she draped her arm across Grissom's shoulder.
"Good, because that is where I was planning on taking you." Grissom wrapped his arm around Sara's waist as they headed towards the door.
"Good." Sara said and laid her head on Grissom's shoulder. As the two made their way to Grissom's car, Sara took a deep breath and sighed, "You smell good, Grissom. Have I ever told you that?"
"No Sara, you haven't." Grissom opened the passenger door for her and helped her into his car.
"Well, I should have. You do smell good." Grissom closed the car door and walked around to the other side. He got in and looked over at Sara, she had fallen asleep.
"Thank you." Grissom whispered as he started the car and headed towards Sara's place.