I can't believe all the praise I've received for this story. It really makes me more excited to write more chapters, so keep sending them. J
For this story it seems I have ideas pouring out of me everyday and hope that I can submit at least, two new chapters a day.
To those who have asked about my other fics, most popular, "CSI: HV"…I hope to start writing more chapters soon. I just got so busy with school and other things that I didn't have the time, nor energy to put up new stuff on it. Though, before I can write again, I need to reacquaint myself with it and read it over….oh boy. So..yes…I can pinpoint when exactly, but I hope to write more for it, and hopefully end it.
Okay…enough of my talking, you wanna read the story……….
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Sara leaned back on the couch, throwing another home magazine on the coffee table.
She'd spent the whole of last night, going to some of the newer home models, and just for the heck of it, checking out some apartments.
But after looking at all the beautiful homes, and seeing the size and imagining all the things she could do with them, an apartment seemed, bland and very very small.
She wanted a yard, back and front. She'd not had a dog since her family's Akita, Samuri, and the thought of another dog brought a smile to her face.
She'd even caught herself looking into one of the dining rooms, imagining the team over for dinner.
Sara looked up at the clock. It was almost nine thirty and she needed to take a quick shower, get dressed, and head off to meet Gris.
She sighed as she pushed herself up off the couch and walked down the hall to her room.
She walked into her room and sighed again.
"All this work…and it looks so nice too."
She opened her closet and deliberated for a moment. Jeans…or…or a skirt?
She never wore skirts. She wore one when she was bait in the Strip Strangler case, but since then, she'd bought another one, but it had sat in the closet, never to be used.
Sara looked a little more, growled and ripped a pair of dark blue jeans off a hanger, picked a filmy white long sleeve pullover from her closet and picked up a pair of underwear and a white spaghetti strap top from her chest of drawers.
Running into the bathroom she started the shower, jumped in, and got down to business.
Fifteen minutes later she was out, drying her hair in a towel, pulling her clothes on….waiting to put the white pullover on till after she dried her hair.
She hated drying her hair more than anything, it seemed like it took forever, though her hair was still short.
As she dried it, she muttered through gritted teeth, "Please come out right…just enough curl at the edges."
As she set the hair dryer down and ran a brush through her hair, she smiled, happy it had come out right and picked up the pullover, pulled it on and started putting in a tiny bit of make-up.
Ten minutes later she was rushing out the door, bag slung over her shoulder, with a few home catalogues in her hand.
As she drove to Starbucks, she reasoned with herself that it had been a good idea to bring the magazines. Grissom said he was trying to be her friend again, and friends usually helped one another in tough decisions like this. Besides…they both had a lot of the same likes and dislikes, though she hated to admit it.
She pulled into the parking lot, looking for Grissom's SUV, and when she rounded the other side, she saw him leaning against the back of it, waiting for her. The spot next to him was open. She couldn't help but smile at him when his face changed from a bored look to a grin as she pulled into the space.
In a matter of moments he was at the side of her door, opening it and taking her hand to help her out.
"Morning Sara…sleep well?"
They walked side by side into the coffee shop, talking in a friendly manner, like it was an everyday thing.
Is this moving too fast? Sara thought to herself as she began to answer.
"Yeah….pretty well. Of course, I'd done a lot of running around by the time I got home last night, so I was pretty beat."
They got a small table in the corner, away from everyone else and Grissom looked at her questioningly as they sat, and she went on.
"I uh…..received a letter from my apartments management company. They filed bankruptcy and all the tenants are expected to be out in two weeks."
Grissom eyes widened for a moment and then he bit his lip.
"Do you have somewhere to stay? Until you get settled in a new apartment?"
Sara started to say that she was house hunting, but before she could say anything he became very serious and said, "If you need to, you can stay with me…I….have an extra room."
It was Sara's turn for her eyes to widen in shock. But before she could say another word, he again interjected and started to apologize.
"No…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you that. Of all things right now, I'd guess the last place you'd want to be is stuck with me for 24 hours a day."
Sara couldn't help the sheepish grin the consumed her face.
As he went on, she tried to listen intently, but suddenly put her hand up and smiled when he stopped talking.
She opened her purse and pulled out the magazines and set them on the table, and nudged them over to him.
He picked one up and skimmed through it.
"A house?"
"Yeah."
"These are the newer models out on Santiago Avenue."
"Uhm hmm." She said, a smile on her face.
He closed it and looked up at her, a small smile on his face.
"Well…if you're anything like me, you have more than enough money."
Sara huffed a laugh and said, "Well….I guess I have more than enough money."
You're flirting stop it! You'll scare him away!
He smiled again and Sara let out of a laugh.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Yeah….I haven't seen you smile like that in….Oh I don't know…I just never see you smile."
"Well, I could say the same for you Miss Sidle, but lets hope that bad habit is gone for good."
Sara smiled lightly, and he slowly stood and pointed at the menu 50 feet away from them.
"Do you want to come up and order, or do you already know what you want?"
"Uh…"
Sara started to rummage through her purse and as she pulled out a five, and started to hand it to him, he pushed it back into her hand and said, "Sara…I asked you out for coffee. Its on me."
Sara looked at him incredulously for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "Okay…I'll have a Hazelnut Frappucino."
"One Hazelnut Frapp coming up."
He walked away from the table and down the isle to the front counter.
Sara smiled as he walked away. He was wearing that nice green button up and tan jacket. And best of all Jeans.
She shook her head and looked out the window, trying to take her mind of places it shouldn't be.
We're being friends. I am not getting myself hurt again, if anyone is going to instigate a romantic relationship, its gonna be up to him….. Oh hell. Nothing is ever gonna happen.
Sara let her head fall onto her arms on the table and sighed, closing her eyes.
She jumped when she felt something cold against her shoulder, and looked up to see Grissom standing there, holding the Venti cup against her shoulder.
"Give me that. That's cold."
"Hence….Frappucino."
"Hence…don't be an ass."
Grissom smiled and handed it to her and sat down opposite of her.
They both sat quietly drinking their ice coffees and finally Grissom broke the silence.
"Sara….if you'd like, I have the day free, and I could go look around at homes with you. That is if you want me around."
"Oh please, like I want you tagging at my heels all day."
Sara smiled mischievously and set her cup on the table.
Grissom grinned and reached over for her cup and brought it to his lips and took a sip.
Sara knew her eyes had widened inexplicably
Grissom set it back down and looked at her teasingly.
"What? Germ phobic?"
Sara fumbled for words and a laugh came out and she said loudly, "Ahh…no…I've just never seen you do something like that."
"Oh…sorry. 'Sara…was it okay that I took a sip of your coffee?'"
Sara smiled and said, "Yeeah…whatever."
Grissom smiled and turned to look at the front of the doors of the coffee shop.
Sara picked up her cup and slowly put her lips to it, sticking her tongue out on the straw to see if she could figure out what he tasted like.
You're an idiot Sidle.
She looked up to see Grissom looking at her with an expectant look on his face.
Sara pulled the straw from her lips, gulped down the coffee and said, "What?"
Grissom smiled mischievously, "Taste better?"
For this story it seems I have ideas pouring out of me everyday and hope that I can submit at least, two new chapters a day.
To those who have asked about my other fics, most popular, "CSI: HV"…I hope to start writing more chapters soon. I just got so busy with school and other things that I didn't have the time, nor energy to put up new stuff on it. Though, before I can write again, I need to reacquaint myself with it and read it over….oh boy. So..yes…I can pinpoint when exactly, but I hope to write more for it, and hopefully end it.
Okay…enough of my talking, you wanna read the story……….
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Sara leaned back on the couch, throwing another home magazine on the coffee table.
She'd spent the whole of last night, going to some of the newer home models, and just for the heck of it, checking out some apartments.
But after looking at all the beautiful homes, and seeing the size and imagining all the things she could do with them, an apartment seemed, bland and very very small.
She wanted a yard, back and front. She'd not had a dog since her family's Akita, Samuri, and the thought of another dog brought a smile to her face.
She'd even caught herself looking into one of the dining rooms, imagining the team over for dinner.
Sara looked up at the clock. It was almost nine thirty and she needed to take a quick shower, get dressed, and head off to meet Gris.
She sighed as she pushed herself up off the couch and walked down the hall to her room.
She walked into her room and sighed again.
"All this work…and it looks so nice too."
She opened her closet and deliberated for a moment. Jeans…or…or a skirt?
She never wore skirts. She wore one when she was bait in the Strip Strangler case, but since then, she'd bought another one, but it had sat in the closet, never to be used.
Sara looked a little more, growled and ripped a pair of dark blue jeans off a hanger, picked a filmy white long sleeve pullover from her closet and picked up a pair of underwear and a white spaghetti strap top from her chest of drawers.
Running into the bathroom she started the shower, jumped in, and got down to business.
Fifteen minutes later she was out, drying her hair in a towel, pulling her clothes on….waiting to put the white pullover on till after she dried her hair.
She hated drying her hair more than anything, it seemed like it took forever, though her hair was still short.
As she dried it, she muttered through gritted teeth, "Please come out right…just enough curl at the edges."
As she set the hair dryer down and ran a brush through her hair, she smiled, happy it had come out right and picked up the pullover, pulled it on and started putting in a tiny bit of make-up.
Ten minutes later she was rushing out the door, bag slung over her shoulder, with a few home catalogues in her hand.
As she drove to Starbucks, she reasoned with herself that it had been a good idea to bring the magazines. Grissom said he was trying to be her friend again, and friends usually helped one another in tough decisions like this. Besides…they both had a lot of the same likes and dislikes, though she hated to admit it.
She pulled into the parking lot, looking for Grissom's SUV, and when she rounded the other side, she saw him leaning against the back of it, waiting for her. The spot next to him was open. She couldn't help but smile at him when his face changed from a bored look to a grin as she pulled into the space.
In a matter of moments he was at the side of her door, opening it and taking her hand to help her out.
"Morning Sara…sleep well?"
They walked side by side into the coffee shop, talking in a friendly manner, like it was an everyday thing.
Is this moving too fast? Sara thought to herself as she began to answer.
"Yeah….pretty well. Of course, I'd done a lot of running around by the time I got home last night, so I was pretty beat."
They got a small table in the corner, away from everyone else and Grissom looked at her questioningly as they sat, and she went on.
"I uh…..received a letter from my apartments management company. They filed bankruptcy and all the tenants are expected to be out in two weeks."
Grissom eyes widened for a moment and then he bit his lip.
"Do you have somewhere to stay? Until you get settled in a new apartment?"
Sara started to say that she was house hunting, but before she could say anything he became very serious and said, "If you need to, you can stay with me…I….have an extra room."
It was Sara's turn for her eyes to widen in shock. But before she could say another word, he again interjected and started to apologize.
"No…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked you that. Of all things right now, I'd guess the last place you'd want to be is stuck with me for 24 hours a day."
Sara couldn't help the sheepish grin the consumed her face.
As he went on, she tried to listen intently, but suddenly put her hand up and smiled when he stopped talking.
She opened her purse and pulled out the magazines and set them on the table, and nudged them over to him.
He picked one up and skimmed through it.
"A house?"
"Yeah."
"These are the newer models out on Santiago Avenue."
"Uhm hmm." She said, a smile on her face.
He closed it and looked up at her, a small smile on his face.
"Well…if you're anything like me, you have more than enough money."
Sara huffed a laugh and said, "Well….I guess I have more than enough money."
You're flirting stop it! You'll scare him away!
He smiled again and Sara let out of a laugh.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Yeah….I haven't seen you smile like that in….Oh I don't know…I just never see you smile."
"Well, I could say the same for you Miss Sidle, but lets hope that bad habit is gone for good."
Sara smiled lightly, and he slowly stood and pointed at the menu 50 feet away from them.
"Do you want to come up and order, or do you already know what you want?"
"Uh…"
Sara started to rummage through her purse and as she pulled out a five, and started to hand it to him, he pushed it back into her hand and said, "Sara…I asked you out for coffee. Its on me."
Sara looked at him incredulously for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "Okay…I'll have a Hazelnut Frappucino."
"One Hazelnut Frapp coming up."
He walked away from the table and down the isle to the front counter.
Sara smiled as he walked away. He was wearing that nice green button up and tan jacket. And best of all Jeans.
She shook her head and looked out the window, trying to take her mind of places it shouldn't be.
We're being friends. I am not getting myself hurt again, if anyone is going to instigate a romantic relationship, its gonna be up to him….. Oh hell. Nothing is ever gonna happen.
Sara let her head fall onto her arms on the table and sighed, closing her eyes.
She jumped when she felt something cold against her shoulder, and looked up to see Grissom standing there, holding the Venti cup against her shoulder.
"Give me that. That's cold."
"Hence….Frappucino."
"Hence…don't be an ass."
Grissom smiled and handed it to her and sat down opposite of her.
They both sat quietly drinking their ice coffees and finally Grissom broke the silence.
"Sara….if you'd like, I have the day free, and I could go look around at homes with you. That is if you want me around."
"Oh please, like I want you tagging at my heels all day."
Sara smiled mischievously and set her cup on the table.
Grissom grinned and reached over for her cup and brought it to his lips and took a sip.
Sara knew her eyes had widened inexplicably
Grissom set it back down and looked at her teasingly.
"What? Germ phobic?"
Sara fumbled for words and a laugh came out and she said loudly, "Ahh…no…I've just never seen you do something like that."
"Oh…sorry. 'Sara…was it okay that I took a sip of your coffee?'"
Sara smiled and said, "Yeeah…whatever."
Grissom smiled and turned to look at the front of the doors of the coffee shop.
Sara picked up her cup and slowly put her lips to it, sticking her tongue out on the straw to see if she could figure out what he tasted like.
You're an idiot Sidle.
She looked up to see Grissom looking at her with an expectant look on his face.
Sara pulled the straw from her lips, gulped down the coffee and said, "What?"
Grissom smiled mischievously, "Taste better?"