Baby bug

By Dany

Summary: Grissom decides to actually go and visit the park. But he doesn't want to go alone.

A/N: This is part of a continuing story and follows "Baby lotion". This time it's no response to a challenge. It would be good if read the other two parts (Baby powder & Baby lotion) if you haven't already or you probably won't understand this.
Please let me know what you think. Tell me if I'm on the right track or if you don't like where this is going. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.

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Grissom picked up the phone for the hundredth time today. And for the hundredth time he hung up again before dialing.

It shouldn't be so hard, after all it was just business. But that was exactly the problem.

He felt like there was another reason why he wanted to do this.

And that reason had a pair of beautiful brown eyes and an irresistible smile. What was it about her? He should stay away – he couldn't handle two of them in his life.

In that moment, he realized he had just answered his own question.

What was it about her? She looked like a miniature version of Sara.

And if he couldn't spend time with the real thing… But this would not help him at all. It only made him realize that he had to do something.

His mind made up he left his office in search for Sara

xxxxx

He found her in the AV-lab, going over some video evidence with Archie. "How's the case going?"

Both of them looked up, but only Sara answered him. "We're trying to get a clearer picture of the perp's face, but so far, no such luck."

He nodded, going over the evidence in his head, trying to determine whether they had enough to get a conviction with out a headshot. "Well, we've got his prints and the identification by the clerk. That has to be enough if you can't get a clear picture."

The implication of course was that only an objective identification through the camera could ensure a 100 chance of conviction. Sara and Archie knew that and acknowledged it with a nod.

"Sara?" She turned her head back to him while Archie played with the controls some more. "Could I talk to you in my office when you're done here, please?"

Sara looked a bit confused and for a moment he thought she would refuse, but then she agreed. "Sure!"

Satisfied with her response, he left, wanting to go check up on Greg to see how far his DNA results were. Hopefully, he was not listening to that trash again.

xxxxx

The knock startled him out of his thoughts – about work this time – and made him sit up. He called whoever it was in, hoping it was Sara.

The door opened and indeed Sara stepped in hesitantly. Grissom closed the files and pulled off his glasses, motioning for her to take a seat.

"What did you want to discuss?" The wheels in her brain where obviously turning as she was trying to figure out what she had done, or not done.

"It's uhm, not so much about what I want to discuss. It's more about me asking you for a favor." He wanted to forget about everything when he stumbled, trying to find the right words.

But looking at Sara he knew he had said too much. There was no way out, but the one straight ahead. "You remember the visit of Mrs. Knightley?"

Sara had relaxed a bit, seeing that this conversation would not be about her or her work performance. "Yes, with the little girl that stole your bug," she smirked at him.

"Tiger Beetle," he corrected her. "Well, the invitation she extended… It would be a chance to see most of the native species at once. And now that the case has been to court, I could take the Knightleys up on their offer."

Sara cocked her head to one side the question 'and how does that relate to me' written all over her face.

His hands were fiddling with his glasses while he searched for a way to express his thoughts without it sounding like a too big a thing. "I was thinking that maybe you would want to accompany me to exemplify your entomological knowledge for crime scenes."

Now, tense and apprehensive of her reaction, he looked over at Sara. Her eyes were narrowing. She was thinking – probably whether there was a hidden meaning, a hidden request.

Of course there was. Several actually, but she didn't need to know this.

Sara was an extremely inquisitive person – which contributed to her being a good CSI – and she would keep looking until she checked every angle. But maybe, just maybe she would let it go for once.

And for the time being she did. "Studies? When were you planning on going?"

"Whenever you have time." He wanted to be considerate, to show her he would follow her lead, so he put the decision on her.

That threw Sara a bit. "Just… just pick a day and time." He had caught her on the wrong foot and it showed.

"How about tomorrow? I know you're off and that way you could get some sleep before or after we go to the park."

"Whatever suits you," Sara remained uncooperative, which really irked Grissom. Here he was, trying to make the effort to be considerate and mindful of her wishes and she was not giving him any ground.

"Sara?" He felt his pulse raising, hoping it would not go up to 95. What was it about this woman?

"What?" At this point he asked himself if she was doing this on purpose. Maybe to see how far he would go.

All right, he thought, she had it coming. "Yes or no, Sara. No, we won't go. Yes, pick me up at 3 tomorrow?" He steeled himself, thinking she would lash out at him because of his not so friendly question.

To his big surprise she smiled at him, getting up, saying, "I'll be waiting," before leaving his office.

TBC
Next part: Baby…?