A/N I don't profit from them. Expect this chapter to be pretty serious.
Though, there may be something fun at the end. ::winkwink:: Also, I think
it'd be pretty redundant to credit Shakespeare for the chapter title. And
the last part of this chapter was partially taken from Will and Grace and
Gilmore Girls.
I haven't done dedications before, but this time I will do a very mysterious one to my muse and inspiration, my best friends, and of course, George Eads, for being so fabulously hot. And, of course, I dedicate this to myself, because I'm too cool for school. And also, happy birthday to me in 3 days, 5 hours 4 and 25 seconds.
Chapter Four: To Be or Not To Be
"Do you want to marry her?" Sara repeated.
"I...I...I think I do." Grissom stuttered. "I mean, I love her. I've loved her for a long time."
Sara couldn't help it as bitterness rose in her chest. "So all those times you sent me flowers, all the times you led me on, you loved Catherine." She folded her arms.
"I, well, no. I mean, I've loved her for a long time, I've only been in love with her for a little while. I was in love with you."
"How long have you been in love with Catherine? How long have you been leading me on?" Sara stood up.
"Sara –" Grissom started.
"No, tell me." Sara smiled coldly. "How long have you been in love with Catherine?"
Grissom sighed. "A year. Since the explosion."
Sara just about lost it. "So that's why you didn't want to go out with me?"
"Yes." Sara had never seen Grissom as an intimidated, shy man before, but she looked like she was about to rip his head off and Grissom was scared.
"Grissom, I swear to God, if you weren't the father of Catherine's kid, I'd kill you right now." Sara stormed out of Grissom's office and right into Nick's arms.
"Whoa, whoa, Sara." He held her tight. "What's going on?"
Sara shook her head and wiped tears from her eyes. "Come on, I'll explain it when we get home." She burst back into the office.
"I'm taking the night off." She informed Grissom. "Nick's taking me home." She added, almost as an afterthought.
"Fine." Grissom sat at his desk, acting as if they hadn't argued.
Sara sat on her couch next to Nick. "Hey, Sara." Nick put his hand under her chin. "What was that about?"
"I hate Grissom." Sara shook Nick off. She buried her face in Nick's chest and cried.
"Oh Sara." Nick held her tight, his Texas accent comforting her. "Sara, Sara, I'll protect you."
"Nick." Sara wept. "I need you." She lay in his arms for the night where they fell asleep.
The next morning, Sara woke up to the smell of French toast. She was feeling better, flirty even, and so she wrapped her arms around Nick's waist. "Hey handsome." She whispered.
"Hey gorgeous." He tossed back.
"Rrowr." Sara purred. Nick moved the French toast onto the plates, turned off the burner, and turned to Sara.
He backed her up so that she was leaning against the wall and then he placed hands on either side of her. "I'll give you something to purr about." He ducked down the teeniest bit and placed a kiss full of promises and seduction against Sara's lips. "I'm gonna keep you here forever." He breathed.
"Only if you can catch me!" Sara ducked under Nick's arms and ran, screeching as Nick chased after her.
They ended up in Nick's bedroom with Sara flat on her back, Nick planting kiss after kiss on her throat. All week she'd been wearing turtleneck tank tops to hide the hickeys that Nick was giving her. "Sara." He moaned.
"Nick." She felt passion rising inside her.
"Sara, Sara..." He murmured over her lips.
Sara nuzzled into Nick's neck, knowing the way it drove him wild. And then he said the only thing that could've stopped the passion filling Sara's body.
"Oh Sara, marry me!"
I haven't done dedications before, but this time I will do a very mysterious one to my muse and inspiration, my best friends, and of course, George Eads, for being so fabulously hot. And, of course, I dedicate this to myself, because I'm too cool for school. And also, happy birthday to me in 3 days, 5 hours 4 and 25 seconds.
Chapter Four: To Be or Not To Be
"Do you want to marry her?" Sara repeated.
"I...I...I think I do." Grissom stuttered. "I mean, I love her. I've loved her for a long time."
Sara couldn't help it as bitterness rose in her chest. "So all those times you sent me flowers, all the times you led me on, you loved Catherine." She folded her arms.
"I, well, no. I mean, I've loved her for a long time, I've only been in love with her for a little while. I was in love with you."
"How long have you been in love with Catherine? How long have you been leading me on?" Sara stood up.
"Sara –" Grissom started.
"No, tell me." Sara smiled coldly. "How long have you been in love with Catherine?"
Grissom sighed. "A year. Since the explosion."
Sara just about lost it. "So that's why you didn't want to go out with me?"
"Yes." Sara had never seen Grissom as an intimidated, shy man before, but she looked like she was about to rip his head off and Grissom was scared.
"Grissom, I swear to God, if you weren't the father of Catherine's kid, I'd kill you right now." Sara stormed out of Grissom's office and right into Nick's arms.
"Whoa, whoa, Sara." He held her tight. "What's going on?"
Sara shook her head and wiped tears from her eyes. "Come on, I'll explain it when we get home." She burst back into the office.
"I'm taking the night off." She informed Grissom. "Nick's taking me home." She added, almost as an afterthought.
"Fine." Grissom sat at his desk, acting as if they hadn't argued.
Sara sat on her couch next to Nick. "Hey, Sara." Nick put his hand under her chin. "What was that about?"
"I hate Grissom." Sara shook Nick off. She buried her face in Nick's chest and cried.
"Oh Sara." Nick held her tight, his Texas accent comforting her. "Sara, Sara, I'll protect you."
"Nick." Sara wept. "I need you." She lay in his arms for the night where they fell asleep.
The next morning, Sara woke up to the smell of French toast. She was feeling better, flirty even, and so she wrapped her arms around Nick's waist. "Hey handsome." She whispered.
"Hey gorgeous." He tossed back.
"Rrowr." Sara purred. Nick moved the French toast onto the plates, turned off the burner, and turned to Sara.
He backed her up so that she was leaning against the wall and then he placed hands on either side of her. "I'll give you something to purr about." He ducked down the teeniest bit and placed a kiss full of promises and seduction against Sara's lips. "I'm gonna keep you here forever." He breathed.
"Only if you can catch me!" Sara ducked under Nick's arms and ran, screeching as Nick chased after her.
They ended up in Nick's bedroom with Sara flat on her back, Nick planting kiss after kiss on her throat. All week she'd been wearing turtleneck tank tops to hide the hickeys that Nick was giving her. "Sara." He moaned.
"Nick." She felt passion rising inside her.
"Sara, Sara..." He murmured over her lips.
Sara nuzzled into Nick's neck, knowing the way it drove him wild. And then he said the only thing that could've stopped the passion filling Sara's body.
"Oh Sara, marry me!"