Moving
By Dany
Summary: Sara is caught in a chaos of moving boxes.
A/N: Response to the Unbound Improv Challenge of the week. I hope this makes more sense than my last week's response. At least in my mind it does. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.
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Sara raised one lone eyebrow as she watched the chaos unfold around her.
The whole living room was full of half packed boxes. The other halves of these boxes were strewn all over the place and she had no doubt that it would take forever to find them again.
It was partially her own fault, she knew that. Having a structure and a plan while packing might have been a good idea. Sorting out useful and useless stuff might have made things easier as well.
But…she had done nothing like that. She had only started throwing things into the boxes.
Where did she get all this stuff?
And now there was chaos, complete and utter chaos.
But the funniest thing was, completely organized, structured, order-craving Grissom in the middle of all the boxes. He was not amused at all, trying to bring some semblance of order into the moving chaos, but she was under the impression that it only got worse.
"Grissom," she called. "Let's stop for a minute."
He looked up, but shook his head.
"Yes, come here, please." Holding out her hand, she waited in the entrance to the kitchen until Grissom had given in and fought his way through to her.
"I know this is hard for you, sharing your space, and this is not helping, but I'm so happy right now." When she pulled him closer and sealed her lips to his she could feel him relax almost immediately into her. He was way too tense and she didn't want him to regret anything.
It had been a huge decision for both of them, but even more so for Grissom. Letting someone else into his sanctuary was a sacrifice.
The question had come up surprisingly. They were out doing some grocery shopping for dinner when, in between picking out tomatoes and cucumbers, he had leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Move in with me, please."
She would have dropped the tomatoes if he hadn't placed his hands beneath hers. It was as if it was nothing big, just a 'simple' question between tasks. His eyes had told her just how serious this was, that he meant it and that he had put a lot of thought behind his spontaneity, so she had whispered back, "Yes!"
Of course there had been many hours spent discussing everything, but in the end, they stuck with the first offer and the first answer.
And now they were here today. Amidst complete chaos…and she loved every second of it.
Despite Grissom's grumbling and cursing, his kiss reassured her that he was happy, too. They broke apart when Sara began to see stars behind her lids and gasped for air.
"It is difficult," Grissom stated a bit grim, but lightened up when he continued, "but with you, I'm willing to share everything."
Tears sprung up in her eyes. Who knew that Gruesome Grissom, the man who frowned upon every bout of emotion in the lab, was a romantic? But only could he recite Shakespeare, but knew almost every cheesy line to make Sara cry.
And Sara Sidle did not cry at such lines – unless they were delivered by Gil Grissom.
He stole another kiss and brought his hand up to wipe away her tears. "It was a long day."
Sara nodded, feeling every hour in her bones.
"Let's get this wrapped up so we can rest our tired bones." She chuckled. This happened far too often. But, 'Great minds think alike', right?
Grissom shook his head at her amusement, but let it go. Instead he moved back into the middle of the room, tackling another box.
When Sara emerged from the kitchen a moment later, Grissom was staring at a pair of silk boxers with spiders on them… and they were not his. "Got anything to tell me?"
Sara shook her head and with a laugh she tossed him a bottle of water.
The End