Title: Happy Hour Chapter 3: Reclining Admissions
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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. And to the people who gave me good Gris and Sara quotes from flirty scenes.
Feedback is welcomed.
Hearing a soft noise, Sara lifted the blanket off her head. Listening for a few seconds, this time around she knew what it was. Hearing it for a second time, she slowly rolled off the couch, onto the floor where she then got to her feet and wrapped the blanket around her before moving to the door.
Opening her front door, well her only door, she was in an apartment, Sara just stared at the person before her.
"Evenin' Sara!" Grissom quipped as he smiled at her. To him, she looked like hell. "How was the nap?"
"It's not finished," Sara, told him as she used the door to lean on. "What do you want?"
"I came to finish our talk," Grissom told her as he scooted past her for the second time that day.
Closing her eyes for a second, Sara wished that she hadn't opened the door. But knowing Grissom, he would have convinced her landlord to open her door.
"Sara?"
Opening her eyes, Sara turned to him. "What?"
"If you don't close the door, all your neighbors will hear us talk," Grissom pointed out.
Rolling her eyes, Sara closed her door. Pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders, Sara padded pass Grissom and climbed back on the couch. "This is useless."
Grissom didn't seem to think so. "I don't see how that is," he said as he sat down in a lazy boy recliner, the only other seat that would not place him directly in harms way. Sara really didn't have much by the way of furniture.
As Grissom was making himself comfortable it dawned on Sara that he was not at work. Lifting her head, she looked over at him. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
"I took the night off!"
"Oh please," she started as she figured out why. "Don't say it was because of me. What have you done for me lately?"
"I've done a lot," Grissom told her.
Sara snorted and put her head back down. "Ya right."
Grissom shook his head and got up from the recliner. Planting himself down on the edge of the coffee table in front of Sara, Grissom spoke. "I've done a lot FOR you Sara."
Sara snickered. Lifting her head, she was surprised to see him so close. But that didn't stop her from asking her question. "And what have you done?"
"No one knows that you were brought in," Grissom answered.
That comment ticked Sara off. Throwing back the blanket, she climbed over the back of the couch and moved away from it and Grissom. "How dare you? You're going to use that against me, aren't you? No wait, don't answer that! You're just a typical man." She finished with as she stormed towards her bathroom.
"Sara… please… wait," Grissom tried after her but when he caught up to her, she had slammed the bathroom door in his face. "Nice one Gil," he told himself as he wandered back to the lazy boy and sat down.
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Sara was fuming as she jumped into the shower. He was a man, a typical man. She actually thought he was different, but he wasn't. He was going to use her getting taken in because she was drinking and driving against her probably for the rest of her career.
Standing under the shower, Sara let the warm water ease her muscles. Hopefully by the time she was out of the shower, he'd be gone.
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But Grissom wasn't gone. He was sitting in the lazy boy chair speed flipping; he'd stay on a channel for less then 3 seconds before flipping. To him, there was really nothing good on.
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After taking a nice long hot shower, Sara slipped into her bedroom and changed into something comfortable. Sweats and a tank top, thinking she was alone.
Walking out into the living room, she stopped behind Grissom. "You know, if you actually stay on the channel longer than 3 seconds, you'd know what's on." But then it dawned on her. "What are you still doing here?"
"Waiting for you," Grissom answered as he flicked off the TV and turned to look at Sara. What he saw sent his heart in little flops. She was beautiful.
"Well you can go now. I didn't drown in the shower, so I'm safe," Sara said as she walked over to her fridge. Opening the door, she saw that it was basically empty. Things had side tracked her, so she'd hadn't had time to go grocery shop. Closing the door, she turned to her island.
Grissom watched from the comfort of his chair.
Finding her address book, Sara opened it up and started flipping through it.
That caught Grissom's attention as he got up from the chair. "What are you doing?"
Sara just rolled her eyes. "Looking for a place to order some take out from. See I'm not like you, I don't have time to go shopping."
This was going to be a battle, a battle of the wills. "What are you interested in?"
"Food," she answered knowing quite well he meant what kind.
Taking a deep breath, Grissom spoke. "Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" Sara asked as she closed the address book. Nothing had interested her.
"This attitude," he motioned with a way of his hand in her direction.
"Attitude, me?" Sara questioned. It was a good thing the island was separating them. "Look who's talking." she retorted.
"I don't have an attitude," Grissom told her.
"Ya right, you aren't a saint Grissom," Sara said as she turned back to her fridge.
"No one is perfect," Grissom said.
Slamming her fridge shut, Sara spun around on her heels. "I'm not perfect, heck I'm far from it but the Great Gil Grissom thinks he's perfect."
This conversation was getting out of control and way off topic. "I'm not great. I don't think that way. Sara, we really need to talk about why you're drinking."
"Ugh!" Sara yelled as she slapped her hands down on the island. "You don't get it."
"Get what?" Grissom tried.
"Get that I may drink because of you."
That stunned him. "What?"
He was a lost cause. "Never mind, Grissom. Just leave."
"No, I'm not going to leave," Grissom said as he stood his ground. "Explain this to me. Please."
"You have this thing about pulling me in and then pushing me away. And I'm sick and tried of it. So to avoid the pain of Grissom's little game, I drank," Sara explained as she slumped down against the island.
"Why didn't you come talk to me?" Grissom asked.
Sara snorted. "Talk to you. Heck, you've basically ignored me since I asked you out after the lab blew up. Ever since that, you've had me on a leash that you reeled in when you wanted me with you. And…"
Grissom eyed her. "And what?"
"Never mind."
"No I want to know," Grissom tried.
"Fine," Sara said as she stood up and looked straight at him. "I heard you Grissom. I heard you admit that you cared deeply for some one but that was as far as you'd go. That's really what set me off. I know it's me, you don't have anyone else in your life but you aren't much of a man if you can't tell me that to my face. Damn, I basically admitted that I love you but you can't return the favor."
She had heard him. He was starting to understand all of this. "We have a big age difference," Grissom tried.
Sara just laughed. "You think I'm worried about age. Heck no. But I can see you are. Grow up Grissom. Life is different now."
"I'm your supervisor," he tried. Excuse number two.
"Not anymore. Remember I got pulled over for drinking."
"You still have your job."
"Do I?" Sara questioned. "The real question is, do I still want it?"
"Why won't you?"
"Because I can't work for the man I'm in love with, you make my life a living hell. I'll just start drinking again. And maybe next time, my accident will be the crime scene," Sara pointed out.
He caught all of what she said but was hung up on the love part. "You love me?"
She had let that slip. "Heck, I think you're gorgeous," she admitted. Might as well. She had just told him, she loved him, twice in fact.
"Sara…" he started.
But she cut him off. "What Grissom? You wanted to know why I started drinking. And I'm telling you. If you can't handle it, you know where the door is."
He could handle it. He was just in shock. He knew she had feelings for him, but he didn't know for sure how deep these feelings were. "Okay…" he started.
"What?" Sara asked a little surprised.
"What do I have to do to make you stop drinking?" Grissom asked as he stared straight at her.
Sara looked around. Was this a trick question? Looking back to Grissom, she spoke. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, what do I have to do for you to stop drinking?" Grissom repeated.
Okay, she'd answer him. "Either keep flirting or stop flirting all together."
"Flirting, how?" He needed an example.
"The hockey player, who died," Sara started as she watched Grissom's face. "You had said that baseball was a beautiful game and I had asked since when were you interested in beauty and you had answered, since I met you."
Grissom smiled. He had said that.
"And I had offered you to get a copy of a new DNA find, and you answered you didn't need one because you had me," Sara continued on as she never noticed Grissom had moved from his spot until he was beside her.
"So I did."
Sara jumped a bit. "So what's it going to be?"
"Well, truth be told, I can't stop flirting."
Sara eyed him. "What?"
"I can't stop thinking about you."
"Have you been drinking?" Sara asked as she backed away from him.
"No, just been enlightened," Grissom, told her as he followed her.
Sara never turned her back to him as she backed away from him. "Grissom, I think you have."
"No, I haven't," Grissom, replied. "Have you?"
"No! I've been sleeping. Remember, I was drunk last night or this morning or whatever you want to call it," she was getting frustrated. "Are you high?"
No he wasn't high or drunk. Things that Sara had said had made sense. "None of the above. You just made things make sense. I could have lost you last night. You could have been killed or something. And the things you've said now, tonight, hit home."
"What?" Sara said as she stopped suddenly. She had backed herself into a wall.
"I do flirt with you. I do reel you in and let you out when I don't know how to deal with you," Grissom admitted as he stopped in front of her, blocking her. "Last night when you kissed me, you said I'd regret it, I didn't."
"I kissed you?"
Grissom smiled. "Yes, you did."
"Oh. Fuzzy mind," Sara admitted, although she did remember kissing him.
Grissom could see it in her eyes that she knew exactly what she had done. But he'd refresh her memory for her. Leaning in, he placed his hands on her face and brought his lips to hers.
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