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 4 I'M A Barbie Girl
Meanwhile, Catherine and Sara were making their way back to their rooms, when Catherine stated what had been on Sara's mind. "So who knew that Grissom was hiding such a great body." At which point they both started to giggle.
"So what are you going to wear?" Catherine asked.
"Oh, probably some jeans and a shirt," Sara replied.
"Nope, that won't do" Catherine said as a thought popped into her mind. "Go get showered and meet me in my room."
"What, won't do?" A confused Sara asked.
"Tonight, you are going to make him want you even more then he does now!" Catherine replied matter of factly.
"Make who want me, what are you talking about?" Sara questioned.
"Grissom." Was all that Catherine said as she opened her door to her room and left Sara standing in the hallway mouth hanging open in disbelief.
"That is the same look Grissom had when he saw you take off your robe, I'll see you in about twenty minutes." And with that Catherine closed her door.
Sara headed off to her room in a state of shock and bewilderment; trying to figure out what was going on and what exactly did Catherine have up her sleeve.
******
Twenty minutes later, Sara found herself in Catherine's room, playing Barbie. She was Barbie and Catherine was the one having all the fun.
Sinking down on the edge of Catherine's bed, Sara watched as Catherine rummaged through her suitcase. At the same time, she was debating with herself on whether or not to ask what she was doing. A few seconds later, she lost the debate and spoke. "What are you doing?"
Not looking up, Catherine answered Sara. "Looking for something."
"I can see that. But you do know I have my own clothes in my hotel room," Sara told her friend.
"Yes I know that," Catherine replied as she pulled something out. "Found ya." She was talking to the item in her hands.
Sara arched an eyebrow. "Why did you bring those? Wanted to get the instructor to drool over you?"
Handing them to Sara, Catherine kept digging in her suitcase. A second later, she pulled out another item and handed it to her. "Nope, I want Grissom to drool over you."
Sara's mouth opened but nothing came out.
"Now go try these on," Catherine said as she pulled Sara to her feet and pushed her towards the bathroom. "I'll be right here."
Looking at what she held in her hands, Sara shrugged her shoulders and decided it couldn't hurt. "All right, I'll try them on."
Catherine just smiled.
*****
Five minutes went by, then ten and that's when Catherine started to worry. Walking up to the bathroom door, Catherine knocked on it. "Did you fall in?"
Sara laughed. "These aren't easy to get on."
"So very true," Catherine agreed.
"Coming out," Sara announced as she opened the bathroom door.
Stepping back, Catherine looked Sara over.
Sara watched her. "Well?"
"Grissom won't know what hit him," Catherine replied with a big smile. "He'll follow you around like a lost puppy."
Sara couldn't help but let a smile escape her lips. She liked what she was wearing. "Ah, I took the price tag off, by the way."
Catherine blushed. "Oops, sorry."
Sara laughed. "Did you buy these for some one special?"
Catherine just looked at her.
"That's what I thought," Sara said as she walked over to the mirror and looked herself over. "Eat your heart out, Grissom."
*****
The guys were the first down to the lobby, and each had dressed in their own fashion or so they thought. As usual, Nick had on a pair of dress pants and a collared t-shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders, while Warrick had on a pair of black khakis and a clinging t-shirt that didn't really leave anything to the imagination, while Grissom had on pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Which Grissom soon found out was to quite the amusement of his co- workers; as neither one of them could recollect ever having seen Grissom in a pair of jeans ever before. But they didn't have enough time to ask Grissom about his sudden wardrobe change.
The ride down to the lobby was spent in dead silence. It was Catherine who broke the silence before they reached the lobby floor.
"You okay, there Sara?"
"Yes, why do you ask?" Sara replied.
"Oh because of the look on your face," Catherine answered. She knew what the look meant but just had to ask.
"Oh, doing just fine," Sara, said as the elevator doors opened.
"Good to hear," Catherine said as she stepped off the elevator and into the lobby. "They boys are over there," she said as she pointed to them standing off to the side.
"Let's go see them," Sara replied as she and Catherine made their way over.
It was at this point that Nick just happened to be tying his shoelace up when he spotted some nice legs, and being that he was single and was always on the look out, he nearly fell over, when he realized that those legs belonged too... "Sara," he squeaked out as he stood up.
Nick's squeaking drew Warrick's attention. "What's wrong Niii...ck?" he asked but suddenly it hit him. "Wow girl!" was all he managed to say before his jaw hit the floor.
Grissom, who hadn't been paying attention to anything in particular, turned his attention towards all of or therefore now lack of noise emanating from his co-workers.
There before him were Sara and Catherine. Sara was wearing black leather pants and a cream coloured see threw top. Catherine was dressed in tight jeans and a black t-shirt. It was almost as if they had traded clothes. Grissom soon came to realize that he was speechless.
'Mission one complete,' Sara thought to herself as she smiled and Catherine laughed. "So are we going?"
Coming out of his trance first, Nick spoke up. "Ladies first."
*****
As she had been waiting for Sara to come over to her room, earlier that night, Catherine had done some research on the area. Her research consisted of her going through the phone book and picking about the fifth bar that she found listed.
But it worked, as 15 minutes later the entire team found themselves tucked away in the back corner close to the dance floor, of the bar she had picked. Catherine smiled brightly as she surveyed the team.
"What are you smiling about?" Warrick asked as he leaned into her personal space.
"This." Was all Catherine answered.
Warrick was a tad on the confused side and he hadn't had a drink yet. "Explain yourself, woman," he told her with one of his smiles.
Catherine laughed. "We've never really been together at a bar like this before."
Now he got it. "So very true. And we've never really seen Sara in your clothes before either," he pointed out. "And going after Grissom."
She had to give a point to Warrick. He was a smart guy. "Now if only he'd take the hint," Catherine replied as she turned her attention back to everyone else.
Grissom kept repeating to himself that they were on this retreat to learn kickboxing a self-defense technique. He wasn't there to get down and dirty with Sara. Or was he, after all she was dressed to kill. Grissom mentally chided himself for having such juvenile thoughts.
Sara sat beside Grissom staring at her hands. All of a sudden, she had lost all her confidence in her ability to do what she wanted too. Up in Catherine's room, it was no problem. It was just really a dream, a plan, nothing more. But now she was sitting beside him. That was a totally different story. It was real now.
After their drinks had arrived, Nick was the first to speak. Picking up his drink, he spoke with a thick Texan accent. "To this weekend. May we learn new things, become better friends and have a grand old time."
Everyone seemed to agree with what Nicky had said, and all touched their drinks together. After each one of them took a sip, they all, almost at the same time, put their glasses down on the table.
Feeling and hearing the beat of the music, Catherine slid off her chair and stood really close to Warrick. "Wanna dance?"
There was no way Warrick could refuse. A hot woman was asking him to dance. "Oh ya, I'm there."
Moving back a tiny step, Catherine waited for Warrick to get off his chair. When he was off, she grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
Sara just chuckled when she saw Catherine and Warrick walk off together. She knew that Catherine had a little flame for Warrick, although, it was probably a big one by now.
Hopping off his own chair, Nick spoke to Sara and Grissom. "If I'm not back in a bit, don't wait up for me."
"Okay," Sara said as she strained to see where Nick was going. But she had a problem. Grissom wasn't moving. "Where's he going?"
Grissom had been watching Nick too, but when he turned to answer Sara, he hadn't realized that she had moved closer to him. They were mere inches from each other.
"Some blonde caught his attention," Grissom answered as he remained where he was.
Sara didn't move either. She couldn't actually. She was frozen where she was. Grissom was so close to her, so very close.
Grissom had one thing on his mind but chose a different path. "Wanna dance?"
That question took Sara by surprise. "Ah, sure," she managed to answer.
Sliding off his chair, Grissom waited for Sara to do the same. When she did, they walked to the dance floor where the first chords of a slow melody began to play.
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 4 I'M A Barbie Girl
Meanwhile, Catherine and Sara were making their way back to their rooms, when Catherine stated what had been on Sara's mind. "So who knew that Grissom was hiding such a great body." At which point they both started to giggle.
"So what are you going to wear?" Catherine asked.
"Oh, probably some jeans and a shirt," Sara replied.
"Nope, that won't do" Catherine said as a thought popped into her mind. "Go get showered and meet me in my room."
"What, won't do?" A confused Sara asked.
"Tonight, you are going to make him want you even more then he does now!" Catherine replied matter of factly.
"Make who want me, what are you talking about?" Sara questioned.
"Grissom." Was all that Catherine said as she opened her door to her room and left Sara standing in the hallway mouth hanging open in disbelief.
"That is the same look Grissom had when he saw you take off your robe, I'll see you in about twenty minutes." And with that Catherine closed her door.
Sara headed off to her room in a state of shock and bewilderment; trying to figure out what was going on and what exactly did Catherine have up her sleeve.
******
Twenty minutes later, Sara found herself in Catherine's room, playing Barbie. She was Barbie and Catherine was the one having all the fun.
Sinking down on the edge of Catherine's bed, Sara watched as Catherine rummaged through her suitcase. At the same time, she was debating with herself on whether or not to ask what she was doing. A few seconds later, she lost the debate and spoke. "What are you doing?"
Not looking up, Catherine answered Sara. "Looking for something."
"I can see that. But you do know I have my own clothes in my hotel room," Sara told her friend.
"Yes I know that," Catherine replied as she pulled something out. "Found ya." She was talking to the item in her hands.
Sara arched an eyebrow. "Why did you bring those? Wanted to get the instructor to drool over you?"
Handing them to Sara, Catherine kept digging in her suitcase. A second later, she pulled out another item and handed it to her. "Nope, I want Grissom to drool over you."
Sara's mouth opened but nothing came out.
"Now go try these on," Catherine said as she pulled Sara to her feet and pushed her towards the bathroom. "I'll be right here."
Looking at what she held in her hands, Sara shrugged her shoulders and decided it couldn't hurt. "All right, I'll try them on."
Catherine just smiled.
*****
Five minutes went by, then ten and that's when Catherine started to worry. Walking up to the bathroom door, Catherine knocked on it. "Did you fall in?"
Sara laughed. "These aren't easy to get on."
"So very true," Catherine agreed.
"Coming out," Sara announced as she opened the bathroom door.
Stepping back, Catherine looked Sara over.
Sara watched her. "Well?"
"Grissom won't know what hit him," Catherine replied with a big smile. "He'll follow you around like a lost puppy."
Sara couldn't help but let a smile escape her lips. She liked what she was wearing. "Ah, I took the price tag off, by the way."
Catherine blushed. "Oops, sorry."
Sara laughed. "Did you buy these for some one special?"
Catherine just looked at her.
"That's what I thought," Sara said as she walked over to the mirror and looked herself over. "Eat your heart out, Grissom."
*****
The guys were the first down to the lobby, and each had dressed in their own fashion or so they thought. As usual, Nick had on a pair of dress pants and a collared t-shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders, while Warrick had on a pair of black khakis and a clinging t-shirt that didn't really leave anything to the imagination, while Grissom had on pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Which Grissom soon found out was to quite the amusement of his co- workers; as neither one of them could recollect ever having seen Grissom in a pair of jeans ever before. But they didn't have enough time to ask Grissom about his sudden wardrobe change.
The ride down to the lobby was spent in dead silence. It was Catherine who broke the silence before they reached the lobby floor.
"You okay, there Sara?"
"Yes, why do you ask?" Sara replied.
"Oh because of the look on your face," Catherine answered. She knew what the look meant but just had to ask.
"Oh, doing just fine," Sara, said as the elevator doors opened.
"Good to hear," Catherine said as she stepped off the elevator and into the lobby. "They boys are over there," she said as she pointed to them standing off to the side.
"Let's go see them," Sara replied as she and Catherine made their way over.
It was at this point that Nick just happened to be tying his shoelace up when he spotted some nice legs, and being that he was single and was always on the look out, he nearly fell over, when he realized that those legs belonged too... "Sara," he squeaked out as he stood up.
Nick's squeaking drew Warrick's attention. "What's wrong Niii...ck?" he asked but suddenly it hit him. "Wow girl!" was all he managed to say before his jaw hit the floor.
Grissom, who hadn't been paying attention to anything in particular, turned his attention towards all of or therefore now lack of noise emanating from his co-workers.
There before him were Sara and Catherine. Sara was wearing black leather pants and a cream coloured see threw top. Catherine was dressed in tight jeans and a black t-shirt. It was almost as if they had traded clothes. Grissom soon came to realize that he was speechless.
'Mission one complete,' Sara thought to herself as she smiled and Catherine laughed. "So are we going?"
Coming out of his trance first, Nick spoke up. "Ladies first."
*****
As she had been waiting for Sara to come over to her room, earlier that night, Catherine had done some research on the area. Her research consisted of her going through the phone book and picking about the fifth bar that she found listed.
But it worked, as 15 minutes later the entire team found themselves tucked away in the back corner close to the dance floor, of the bar she had picked. Catherine smiled brightly as she surveyed the team.
"What are you smiling about?" Warrick asked as he leaned into her personal space.
"This." Was all Catherine answered.
Warrick was a tad on the confused side and he hadn't had a drink yet. "Explain yourself, woman," he told her with one of his smiles.
Catherine laughed. "We've never really been together at a bar like this before."
Now he got it. "So very true. And we've never really seen Sara in your clothes before either," he pointed out. "And going after Grissom."
She had to give a point to Warrick. He was a smart guy. "Now if only he'd take the hint," Catherine replied as she turned her attention back to everyone else.
Grissom kept repeating to himself that they were on this retreat to learn kickboxing a self-defense technique. He wasn't there to get down and dirty with Sara. Or was he, after all she was dressed to kill. Grissom mentally chided himself for having such juvenile thoughts.
Sara sat beside Grissom staring at her hands. All of a sudden, she had lost all her confidence in her ability to do what she wanted too. Up in Catherine's room, it was no problem. It was just really a dream, a plan, nothing more. But now she was sitting beside him. That was a totally different story. It was real now.
After their drinks had arrived, Nick was the first to speak. Picking up his drink, he spoke with a thick Texan accent. "To this weekend. May we learn new things, become better friends and have a grand old time."
Everyone seemed to agree with what Nicky had said, and all touched their drinks together. After each one of them took a sip, they all, almost at the same time, put their glasses down on the table.
Feeling and hearing the beat of the music, Catherine slid off her chair and stood really close to Warrick. "Wanna dance?"
There was no way Warrick could refuse. A hot woman was asking him to dance. "Oh ya, I'm there."
Moving back a tiny step, Catherine waited for Warrick to get off his chair. When he was off, she grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
Sara just chuckled when she saw Catherine and Warrick walk off together. She knew that Catherine had a little flame for Warrick, although, it was probably a big one by now.
Hopping off his own chair, Nick spoke to Sara and Grissom. "If I'm not back in a bit, don't wait up for me."
"Okay," Sara said as she strained to see where Nick was going. But she had a problem. Grissom wasn't moving. "Where's he going?"
Grissom had been watching Nick too, but when he turned to answer Sara, he hadn't realized that she had moved closer to him. They were mere inches from each other.
"Some blonde caught his attention," Grissom answered as he remained where he was.
Sara didn't move either. She couldn't actually. She was frozen where she was. Grissom was so close to her, so very close.
Grissom had one thing on his mind but chose a different path. "Wanna dance?"
That question took Sara by surprise. "Ah, sure," she managed to answer.
Sliding off his chair, Grissom waited for Sara to do the same. When she did, they walked to the dance floor where the first chords of a slow melody began to play.