Title: Happy Hour
Author: Roxanne Kowalchuk
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Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: S/G (Sara/Grissom)
Spoilers: So called season finale.
Summary: Grissom brings Sara home.
Notes: I wrote this before the season finale.
Extra Notes: But it's a good tie in.
An Extra Big Thank You: To Kelly, my beta reader. Archived: Yes, please!
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She couldn't have driven home because of one really annoying factor. She was drunk. Liked she cared, although in a way she did. Drinking and driving was a big no, no and she broke that rule when she got pulled over for it.
Fumbling with her keys at her apartment door, she got really pissed off when a hand shot out and grabbed hold of her keys. "I can do that," she pointed out.
"I'll do it," the person said as he put the key in the lock and opened the door. "There you go."
Glaring over at the person, Sara walked into her apartment but at the same time, she stumbled.
"Easy does it," the person said as he caught hold of her elbow.
She had about enough of him for one night, actually one year, month, whatever you wanted to call it. Turning around, she faced him. "Enough already, Grissom! I'm not injured, just drunk! I'm home safe and sound, so you can leave now."
He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol talking or just her. "Look Sara, you had a rough night."
"Really," Sara answered, sarcastically as she headed to her fridge.
Dropping her keys on the island in the middle of her kitchen, he knew it was safe to do because her car was impounded, Grissom watched her. "You need to sober up."
Sara snorted as she opened the fridge and pulled a beer out. "Not likely."
"You're going to continue to drink?" Grissom asked.
"Yes and if you have a problem with that, you can leave," Sara replied as she twisted the lid off and threw it into her garbage can as she kicked the fridge door closed. "Door is behind you."
But he wasn't budging. Instead he started towards her. Grabbing hold of the bottle, he pulled it out of her hands.
"Hey!" Sara objected as she watched Grissom walk to her sink and drain the bottle. "You have no right!"
"I do," Grissom said as he left the bottle drain. "It's time for you to sober up so you can explain to me what happened."
Grissom's actions were making her more angier by the minute. Turning away from him and her now empty beer bottle, she stumbled towards her couch. "Just go away Grissom. I don't need your help."
"I think you do."
"I think you're wrong," Sara said as he watched her fall onto her couch.
"How much have you had to drink?"
"Not enough," Sara said as she pulled herself up into a sitting position.
"I think you've had."
"I don't care what you think."
"Excuse me?"
Getting up from the couch, the one she had just sat down on, Sara stumbled over to where Grissom was standing. "I said I don't care what you think."
"Sara, look..."
But she didn't let him finish. "Don't start. I know I'm drunk. I got that. And I know I like being drunk. Kind of takes the sting out of things."
He didn't understand her. "Sting?"
"Ya. Like when you hear your boss tell a suspect that he's in love with someone but can't commit," Sara explained as she glared at Grissom. "Those kind of things. Then after that, he ignores you like the plague."
She had heard him. "Sara I can explain."
"Don't even try Grissom. You put a lot of factors into it that I don't agree that are factors but what the hay, I truly understand. You can't commit to anyone or anything. No biggie," Sara told him flat out. "Now if you'll excuse me, I want you out of my apartment. Since I have no job, I have to start packing."
"Packing?" Grissom questioned.
"Ya, I've made my mind up. I'm leaving you or should I say Vegas. I'll never work here again, so what's the difference," Sara explained. "So just leave Grissom."
"You'll still have your job," he promised her.
"No I won't not after I do something if you don't leave right this moment," Sara warned.
"Do what?"
"Something you'll regret."
"Isn't that something you'll regret," Grissom corrected.
"No, you. I won't regret it, trust me," Sara replied as she grabbed onto the island for support. "Now go."
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what happened."
"And I'm not telling you."
"Sara, I'll make some coffee..." Grissom begun.
"Coffee doesn't work Grissom, get with it."
"Then go sleep it off."
"I'm not tired. All I'm tired of is you."
"Sara..." he tried again.
But Sara was really annoyed now. He wasn't leaving, so she was going to help him leave. Letting go of the island, she placed her hands on his face and kissed him before he could object.
He was caught off guard. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back. "Sara."
"See you'll regret it," she pointed out.
But he didn't know if he regretted or not. The feel of her lips on his actually woke him up.
"Get out of here, Grissom," Sara said as she started to move away but she was suddenly stopped.
Placing his hands on her face, Grissom kissed her back. She tasted like alcohol but beneath that, she tasted great. Pulling back, he stared straight into her eyes. "I don't regret it. I wish it had been done sooner then later. I won't take it any further because I rather be with you when you're sober and I'll be back later on when you are."
All Sara could do was watch as Grissom walked out of her apartment leaving her grab onto the island for support. She wasn't sure if her alcohol hazed mind was playing tricks on her or what was going on. But she knew one thing for sure. She was going to bed to sleep it off. She couldn't wait till later.
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