DISCLAIMER : I don't own CSI nor it's characters. Everything belongs to the brains behind this wonderful show. Props go out to them. :D
AUTHOR'S NOTE : I've finally come up with a title for the fic. It's called 'It was Beautiful'. The title is off a song that I will be using within the next chapters. It's all about Sara and Grissom here. :D
As promised, here's the attached Chapter 6 to the previous chapter. It should take a day or two for me to get another chapter done. Oh, so many things to do! :D
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CHAPTER VI
Sara passed the doors to the lab, grateful for the cool air that met her. It had been a very hot day and she was dying for some refreshments. She needed to drop her things off unto her locker first though. On the way there, she remembered that she had promised to spend break with Greg. So, instead of heading straight to the locker room, she directed her steps towards the DNA lab.
She found Greg sitting, hunched over some teen magazine with his back to the door. She found herself smiling at Greg's oddness and broke the silence by saying 'Hey Greg!'
Greg casually tried to hide his magazine beneath his desk, turned around and gave Sara an almost childish smile. "Hey Sar! What's up?"
Sara let out a small chuckle and said, "That's ok Greg," pointing to the hidden magazine. "I'm just glad it isn't teenage porn this time!" She stepped inside the lab, letting her gaze fall unto the different things that were on Greg's table. "So, you busy?"
"Nope, I'm bored out of my mind," Greg shook his head. "Why do you think I'm re-reading this magazine for the umpteenth time? How about you?"
Sara gave a small laugh. "I've just gotten back from our scene with Nick. I'm still waiting for Doc Robbins to finish so we can start examining our DB. Hey, why don't you and I go grab that break we agreed on?" The last bit was asked carefully. She didn't want to lead the younger man on, but she could definitely use some friendly conversation. She wanted a conversation that didn't involve people wondering about her health and her personal issues. And she was sure that with Greg, those wouldn't come up ever. And with luck, she wouldn't even have to talk much.
"I say it's the best idea I've heard so far, today!" Greg rejoiced, moving quickly out of his seat.
Sara had already started to go out of the lab but leaned back in to say, "And Greg, just so you know, this isn't a date."
"Awww, you break my heart." Greg feigned, placing his hands on his chest. "And here I thought we were getting married today!"
"Yeah right, Greg. Keep dreaming." Sara laughed. "Listen, I need to drop a couple of things by the locker room, I'll meet you in the break room in a few."
Without waiting for a response, she bee lined towards her initial destination.
Meanwhile, the car that carried Grissom and Catherine back from their own crime scene arrived at the Crime lab parking lot. Going in opposite directions upon entering the lab, Grissom started towards his office.
Upon entering his office, he quickly dropped off his things on top of his table, not bothering to put them where they should be and then headed right out. Directing his steps towards the DNA lab, he didn't notice that the room was empty until he found a post-it note on top of Greg's desk that said, "Even geniuses need breaks too. I'll see you in a few!"
Grissom couldn't help but wonder if Greg and Sara were at this moment enjoying themselves in the break room. As far as he knew, and from what Catherine told him, they had agreed to do just that. It was then that he felt a small pang of jealousy.
He knew that he shouldn't be feeling jealous. It was his choice to distance himself from Sara. He didn't want to get involved, no matter how much part of him wanted to be so. What he hadn't realized was, by putting that distance between them it would also create a rift in their friendship - relationship, or whatever he had labeled it. That wasn't his intention. He loved every single minute he spent with Sara. Not only did she challenge him intellectually, she made his heart pound a little quicker. He had admitted a long time ago that he was attracted to her. He just didn't think it was a good idea to get involved. A million reasons ran through his mind why they shouldn't be. There were times when he wished those reasons would just fall away.
"You know, Greg won't just pop out of thin air even if you stare at his desk long enough." A voice cut through Grissom's musings.
Grissom raised his head slowly and looked at Hodges who was leaning against the lab door.
Hodges stood straight, putting both hands inside his lab coat pockets, sneered and said, "He's in the break room with Sara. You know, I think that guy has already taken enough prolonged breaks. You should really have a talk with him."
"Hodges, have you seen the house psychologist yet?" came Grissom's sarcastic remark. Grissom's lip curled in a semi-smile seeing that he got the right reaction from Hodges. The lab tech's sneer suddenly disappeared and he turned towards wherever he was going to before he found Grissom standing there.
Grateful that the Hodges left, he took his time walking towards the break room, in search of Greg, or at least that's what he kept telling himself.
Sara was now only half-listening to Greg's animated conversation. She had been right. She didn't need to talk much. A little coffee and Greg's stories were now endless. The conversation had gone from "Sara, you're looking too pale, you really could use a tan," to "I remember my trip to Maui, we saw these babes..." to "I think you'd really look hot in a bikini".
"Ooookaaayyy..." Sara interjected, "I didn't mind the whole 'babe' stories, but I don't think the words 'Sara' and 'in a bikini' should be used here. Neither is it appropriate."
"Why so uptight, Sar?" Greg laughed. "I bet you, you'd have all the lab techs here come a 'runnin. And believe me, I'd be first in line!"
Sara pretended to swat a fly in front of her to avoid looking at Greg's childish grin and rolled her eyes.
"C'mon really! Have you ever worn one? I bet you'd look like a million bucks, what with your impossibly long legs!" Greg motioned towards Sara's leg underneath the table.
"I don't think discussing Sara's 'impossibly long legs' is appropriate conversation inside the lab Greg."
Both Greg and Sara's heads shot up to see Grissom standing at the door. While Greg found this amusing and smiled even wider, Sara felt herself flush and brought her coffee cup to her lips to hide her face.
"Hey Griss!" Greg enthusiastically greeted, apparently not registering the dark look that Grissom was giving him. "I'm on a break, did you need something?"
Grissom placed the plastic wrapped evidence on the table and slid it to Greg. "Break time's officially over. I need you to process this A.S.A.P."
"Ok, right." Greg stood up from his chair, brought his cup to the sink to quickly wash it. In the time it took him to do all this, Grissom just stood there looking at Sara's bent head. She hadn't looked up from her coffee cup.
"Well, I'm going to do this now," Greg picked up the wrapped evidence, looked at Sara saying, "Sar, great to have had coffee with you, I'll see you later."
Greg then left the room which left Grissom still staring at Sara's head and wondering what could possibly be so intriguing with her coffee cup.