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Title: Black Eyes and Sore Members
Author: Roxanne Kowalchuk and Kelly Port
Feedback: roxette@mts.net or donas13@aol.com
Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: S/G (Sara/Grissom)
Spoilers: Play With Fire
Summary: The team find themselves in an unexpected adventure.
Notes: This story has been written as a joint effort.
Archived: Sure.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Chapter 2: Kicking the Family Jewels
Their moods had still not improved as the van pulled up to the building and everyone exited out very slowly, slower than a herd of turtles. Watching his group, Grissom knew that it was going to be very long weekend.
"Okay, let's go check in," Grissom announced to his group.
Picking up their bags, they formed a single line behind Grissom and walked into the building.
Grissom just rolled his eyes as he saw what they did. There was no time to be critical, the faster he'd get away from them, the better he'd be.
"Excuse, I'm looking for Paul Hodges," Grissom asked a young lady.
"You must be from the CSI lab in Las Vegas, correct?" the young lady replied.
"Yes," Grissom answered.
"Let me show you up to your rooms," she told Grissom. "Follow me."
"You heard her," Grissom announced to the group as they all followed her.
******
For about five minutes, Grissom had his freedom. He was alone in his room; he was by himself away from them. But five minutes was all that he was going to get.
"Welcome all," a man greeted them as they walked into a studio. "My name is Paul. I'll be your instructor for the weekend. Please, this may sound strange, but please introduce yourselves."
Everyone looked to Grissom.
Rolling his eyes again, Grissom started. "Gil Grissom."
"Gil," Paul greeted.
"Sara Sidle," Sara piped up.
"Sara," Paul replied.
"Catherine."
"Warrick."
"Nick."
Smiling, Paul greeted them all. "Catherine, Warrick, Nick, glad you decided to come here to learn self defense." But then it dawned on him, "Looks like you do need it."
"Catherine more than me," Nick stated, as Catherine needed to be held back by Warrick.
"Let me go, he's gonna pay," Catherine told Warrick as she tried to lunge at Nick.
"Okay, people," Paul interrupted. "Now, what were going to go is start class by doing some skipping and stretching."
That stopped Catherine. Turning to Paul, she spoke. "Skipping? As in rope?"
"As in yes," Paul said as he walked over to a storage room. "Follow me."
"Grissom," Warrick said as he fell in sink with him. "I don't do skipping ropes."
"Please don't complain to me. I had nothing to do with this, this is all the Sheriff's doing," Grissom explained as he took the skipping rope and mat, Paul handed to him.
Warrick knew there was no getting out of this. Or was there?
******
Out of the five of them, Grissom seemed to notice that Sara was the only one not puffing so much. It seemed to him as if she was cut out for this pain staking stuff.
"Break," Paul called out.
Before the lesson had started, each of them was given a water bottle.
Grissom nearly drank the whole thing. Nick had drunk half of it, while Warrick and Catherine each took a few gulps. Sara only took a sip.
"All right," Paul announced. "Now we move on to some techniques."
Moving closer to Sara, Grissom whispered to her. "Care to tell me something?"
"No," Sara replied as she watched Paul.
He'd get it out of her. Sooner or later, even if he had to beat it out of her, he would know.
"Now, I want you to all line up like I am. In this stance," Paul instructed. "Good. For now, we'll learn how to box."
"Easy stuff," Nick mumbled.
"It may be," Paul told him as he straightened Nick out a bit. "Bend your left knee. Good."
Catherine sniffled a giggle.
"Now remember to keep your hands up around your head at times, because if you don't, well you'll end up looking like Catherine and Nick," Paul pointed out as he showed them what he meant. "Now we'll start with the jab."
They all caught on really quickly and were now moving on to the cross. Next came the hook. The hook took some work, but they were doing well.
"How is everyone feeling?" Paul asked the group.
"Good, I like this," Sara answered as everyone eyed her.
"Good to hear, Sara," Paul replied. "Any one else?"
"We gonna learn anything else?" Nick piped up.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Before the class ends, I want to show you a few kicks. This way you can practice today," Paul replied as he got back into his stance in front of them. "Now, this is a front kick," he begun as he lifted his left leg up and kicked it straight out. "We'll do a few then we'll get some pads on and pair up."
He had showed them both. Right and left front kicks and now they were paired up. Well sort of, Catherine ended up being paired with Paul, since they were an odd number.
Grissom was holding while Sara was kicking. The first few tries, she barely got her leg up but on one try, she missed the pads and nearly hit him somewhere else.
"Sara!" Grissom snapped.
"Sorry Grissom, won't happen again," Sara apologized as she got back into her stance.
Grissom gave her a dirty look as he put the pads back into place.
She did it again.
"Sara!" Grissom said threw a clenched jaw. She had hit him this time. The first time, she had stopped before she had connected.
Rubbing her face to hide the amusement, Sara spoke. "I'm sorry Grissom. Stay still and I probably won't hit you."
Taking some deep breaths, Grissom stacked the pads again. "This is your last chance."
She didn't do it again.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Catherine was picturing the pads as being Nick's stomach. She blamed him for getting them into this mess. 'If he had only defended himself,' she thought as she kicked the pad.
"You're doing good, Catherine," Paul replied as he stopped. "Switch everyone."
Grissom never got revenge on Sara for her kicking him but he knew from the way she looked at him, that she thought he was going to do something to her. He just loved it.
When Paul had announced it was time to switch, Catherine donned the pads; Warrick took his off and became her partner. Nick went to work with Paul.
After a few more rounds, Paul finally put an end to their torture. "Good class, group. I'll see you all back this afternoon, "he announced.
Grissom's jaw nearly hit the floor. "This afternoon?"
"Yes. Problem with that?" Paul asked.
"Oh of course not," Catherine answered as she refused to look over at Grissom. "We'll see you then."
"Good, class dismissed," Paul replied as they all bowed to him.
Everyone filed out of the room and went their separates ways. No one was in the mood to talk.
****** Sara made a beeline for her room before Grissom had a chance to grab her, she must be really scared of what he was going to do to her. On that note, what exactly did he think that he was going to do to her?
It was a mistake after all, or was it. Had she purposely kicked him, was she using this class to exact out the pain on him physically that he had caused her emotionally, had Catherine been right, had he let it go to far.
Would his demise come at the hands of Sara during a self-defense class? He really needed to talk to her; he just couldn't be too late.
Finding out was just going to have to wait as his tired old bones began to protest, any further activity, other then anything short of a hot shower and bed.
As soon as Paul had dismissed the class, Sara made not only a beeline straight for the door, but for her room, she didn't even look back.
She was so angry, angry with herself and angry with Grissom. Even the slight satisfaction that she had felt when she had kicked him, was now filling her with dread of the repercussions that this could bring.
She wasn't even sure why she had done it. No that was a lie, she knew exactly why she had done it, she had wanted to hurt him the way that he had hurt her and physically pain was better then none at all.
He had hurt her and this had given her the perfect opportunity to hurt him back. When she had first kicked and almost hit him, it was merely an accident, but the look of fear in his eyes had triggered a feeling, the same look she swore she had on her face over the last few months when ever he spoke to her, fear of the impending infliction of hurt that he was about to give her, did he even know.
It was just a game to him, so kicking at him had become a game to her, until she had actually made contact. For a brief moment she had felt vindication and then she felt wretched. This wasn't the reason that she had taken that self-defense class all those years ago, it was to protect herself not hurt the ones she loved.
Even if he didn't love her back.
******
Title: Black Eyes and Sore Members
Author: Roxanne Kowalchuk and Kelly Port
Feedback: roxette@mts.net or donas13@aol.com
Category: Romance/Humor
Pairing: S/G (Sara/Grissom)
Spoilers: Play With Fire
Summary: The team find themselves in an unexpected adventure.
Notes: This story has been written as a joint effort.
Archived: Sure.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Chapter 2: Kicking the Family Jewels
Their moods had still not improved as the van pulled up to the building and everyone exited out very slowly, slower than a herd of turtles. Watching his group, Grissom knew that it was going to be very long weekend.
"Okay, let's go check in," Grissom announced to his group.
Picking up their bags, they formed a single line behind Grissom and walked into the building.
Grissom just rolled his eyes as he saw what they did. There was no time to be critical, the faster he'd get away from them, the better he'd be.
"Excuse, I'm looking for Paul Hodges," Grissom asked a young lady.
"You must be from the CSI lab in Las Vegas, correct?" the young lady replied.
"Yes," Grissom answered.
"Let me show you up to your rooms," she told Grissom. "Follow me."
"You heard her," Grissom announced to the group as they all followed her.
******
For about five minutes, Grissom had his freedom. He was alone in his room; he was by himself away from them. But five minutes was all that he was going to get.
"Welcome all," a man greeted them as they walked into a studio. "My name is Paul. I'll be your instructor for the weekend. Please, this may sound strange, but please introduce yourselves."
Everyone looked to Grissom.
Rolling his eyes again, Grissom started. "Gil Grissom."
"Gil," Paul greeted.
"Sara Sidle," Sara piped up.
"Sara," Paul replied.
"Catherine."
"Warrick."
"Nick."
Smiling, Paul greeted them all. "Catherine, Warrick, Nick, glad you decided to come here to learn self defense." But then it dawned on him, "Looks like you do need it."
"Catherine more than me," Nick stated, as Catherine needed to be held back by Warrick.
"Let me go, he's gonna pay," Catherine told Warrick as she tried to lunge at Nick.
"Okay, people," Paul interrupted. "Now, what were going to go is start class by doing some skipping and stretching."
That stopped Catherine. Turning to Paul, she spoke. "Skipping? As in rope?"
"As in yes," Paul said as he walked over to a storage room. "Follow me."
"Grissom," Warrick said as he fell in sink with him. "I don't do skipping ropes."
"Please don't complain to me. I had nothing to do with this, this is all the Sheriff's doing," Grissom explained as he took the skipping rope and mat, Paul handed to him.
Warrick knew there was no getting out of this. Or was there?
******
Out of the five of them, Grissom seemed to notice that Sara was the only one not puffing so much. It seemed to him as if she was cut out for this pain staking stuff.
"Break," Paul called out.
Before the lesson had started, each of them was given a water bottle.
Grissom nearly drank the whole thing. Nick had drunk half of it, while Warrick and Catherine each took a few gulps. Sara only took a sip.
"All right," Paul announced. "Now we move on to some techniques."
Moving closer to Sara, Grissom whispered to her. "Care to tell me something?"
"No," Sara replied as she watched Paul.
He'd get it out of her. Sooner or later, even if he had to beat it out of her, he would know.
"Now, I want you to all line up like I am. In this stance," Paul instructed. "Good. For now, we'll learn how to box."
"Easy stuff," Nick mumbled.
"It may be," Paul told him as he straightened Nick out a bit. "Bend your left knee. Good."
Catherine sniffled a giggle.
"Now remember to keep your hands up around your head at times, because if you don't, well you'll end up looking like Catherine and Nick," Paul pointed out as he showed them what he meant. "Now we'll start with the jab."
They all caught on really quickly and were now moving on to the cross. Next came the hook. The hook took some work, but they were doing well.
"How is everyone feeling?" Paul asked the group.
"Good, I like this," Sara answered as everyone eyed her.
"Good to hear, Sara," Paul replied. "Any one else?"
"We gonna learn anything else?" Nick piped up.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Before the class ends, I want to show you a few kicks. This way you can practice today," Paul replied as he got back into his stance in front of them. "Now, this is a front kick," he begun as he lifted his left leg up and kicked it straight out. "We'll do a few then we'll get some pads on and pair up."
He had showed them both. Right and left front kicks and now they were paired up. Well sort of, Catherine ended up being paired with Paul, since they were an odd number.
Grissom was holding while Sara was kicking. The first few tries, she barely got her leg up but on one try, she missed the pads and nearly hit him somewhere else.
"Sara!" Grissom snapped.
"Sorry Grissom, won't happen again," Sara apologized as she got back into her stance.
Grissom gave her a dirty look as he put the pads back into place.
She did it again.
"Sara!" Grissom said threw a clenched jaw. She had hit him this time. The first time, she had stopped before she had connected.
Rubbing her face to hide the amusement, Sara spoke. "I'm sorry Grissom. Stay still and I probably won't hit you."
Taking some deep breaths, Grissom stacked the pads again. "This is your last chance."
She didn't do it again.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Catherine was picturing the pads as being Nick's stomach. She blamed him for getting them into this mess. 'If he had only defended himself,' she thought as she kicked the pad.
"You're doing good, Catherine," Paul replied as he stopped. "Switch everyone."
Grissom never got revenge on Sara for her kicking him but he knew from the way she looked at him, that she thought he was going to do something to her. He just loved it.
When Paul had announced it was time to switch, Catherine donned the pads; Warrick took his off and became her partner. Nick went to work with Paul.
After a few more rounds, Paul finally put an end to their torture. "Good class, group. I'll see you all back this afternoon, "he announced.
Grissom's jaw nearly hit the floor. "This afternoon?"
"Yes. Problem with that?" Paul asked.
"Oh of course not," Catherine answered as she refused to look over at Grissom. "We'll see you then."
"Good, class dismissed," Paul replied as they all bowed to him.
Everyone filed out of the room and went their separates ways. No one was in the mood to talk.
****** Sara made a beeline for her room before Grissom had a chance to grab her, she must be really scared of what he was going to do to her. On that note, what exactly did he think that he was going to do to her?
It was a mistake after all, or was it. Had she purposely kicked him, was she using this class to exact out the pain on him physically that he had caused her emotionally, had Catherine been right, had he let it go to far.
Would his demise come at the hands of Sara during a self-defense class? He really needed to talk to her; he just couldn't be too late.
Finding out was just going to have to wait as his tired old bones began to protest, any further activity, other then anything short of a hot shower and bed.
As soon as Paul had dismissed the class, Sara made not only a beeline straight for the door, but for her room, she didn't even look back.
She was so angry, angry with herself and angry with Grissom. Even the slight satisfaction that she had felt when she had kicked him, was now filling her with dread of the repercussions that this could bring.
She wasn't even sure why she had done it. No that was a lie, she knew exactly why she had done it, she had wanted to hurt him the way that he had hurt her and physically pain was better then none at all.
He had hurt her and this had given her the perfect opportunity to hurt him back. When she had first kicked and almost hit him, it was merely an accident, but the look of fear in his eyes had triggered a feeling, the same look she swore she had on her face over the last few months when ever he spoke to her, fear of the impending infliction of hurt that he was about to give her, did he even know.
It was just a game to him, so kicking at him had become a game to her, until she had actually made contact. For a brief moment she had felt vindication and then she felt wretched. This wasn't the reason that she had taken that self-defense class all those years ago, it was to protect herself not hurt the ones she loved.
Even if he didn't love her back.
******