A/N: I don't own them, but in a perfect world, I would. Plot and subordinate characters are mine, the rest belong to Anthony Zuicker and company. Special thanks to my husband and my beta readers, Ash and Anne. Without those three, I would never have the courage to continue writing.
Chapter 11
"They're so life like," Sara noted as they walked through the area known as Premiere Night. "Oh my gosh, there he is. Grissom, take my picture with him, please," Sara begged. "My mother is never going to believe this. She absolutely loves him. Says he looks just like my father. Only problem is, my father looks more like Santa Claus than Sean Connery."
"Then maybe we should take a picture of you next to Father Christmas," Grissom deadpanned.
"Are you just a little jealous?"
"Well, my date is practically begging me to take a picture of her beside a wax figure of Sean Connery. And she is almost drooling over what could be construed as a large candle."
"You know that you are the only man I see. Connery could never hold a candle to you. No pun intended," she snickered.
"None taken. Now smile for the camera, but try not to look like you could just eat up the lump of wax next to you."
"Just take the picture, Grissom."
"Say cheese."
"Cheese."
"Got it, but I don't know how well it turned out, old Sean there had his eyes closed."
"Oh you, you're some kind a comedian when you get away from the lab, you know," Sara remarked. "I like this side of you. You should smile more."
"I will, I promise. I didn't have much to smile about before, but now, you'll be blinded by my pearly whites."
"Funny man. Anyone you want to have your picture taken with?"
"Brittany Spears."
"No way, not with that little tramp," Sara retorted.
"Who's a little jealous now? Don't worry, you're the only woman I see," he replied, using the same phrase that Sara had used.
"Good answer. I do have to get a picture of Hillary Duff for Lindsey. I told her that if I got the chance, I would. And we have to get her a t-shirt or something. Told her that I would bring her something back."
"You too. The kid is going to make out like a bandit because I told her the same thing."
"Good, let's go and shop," Sara said as they exited the museum.