~*^*Chapter 6*^*~
"So, Sara, Gil. Allison tells me you knew each other ten years before getting married." Jenkins looked up over his coffee with a small smile.
Grissom nodded and placed his cup down on the table. "Yes."
"What do you both do for a living?"
Sara smiled and looked over at Grissom. "We're in law enforcement."
Jenkins chuckled. "Oh, I see. So you both meet ten years ago and only just got married?"
"Well, no." Grissom hesitated, glancing in Sara's direction. "We were friends, good friends,"
-I love it when he gets flustered- Sara smiled and reached up to her fingers through his hair. -I have always wanted to do that- She giggled inwardly.
-Whoa! is it me or is she really into this couple interaction? Probably what she was like with Hank- Mentally shaking the thought from his mind, he smiled at her and took her hand to lace his fingers with hers.
"It takes him forever to say anything involving expressing himself, but he has the jealously down to a tee." Sara and Allison shared a laugh and the glares from their men. -This is so much more fun than I thought it would be- Sara was glad she was roped into this, for this moment, anyway.
Jenkins leaned towards the table and filled his cup with fresh coffee. "It seems to me that I can be of assistance to you both then."
Sara furrowed her brow as she looked at the young man. "How so?"
"I am a couple psychiatrist Sara. I'm sure I can help in a few ways to improve your relationship." Jenkins said with too much enthusiasm than Sara or Grissom would have liked.
"No thank you." Grissom jumped in before Sara could say the same thing. He put his arm around Sara's shoulders and as she leaned against him he kissed her lightly on the lips. "We don't need counselling do we honey?"
"I don't think so." She smiled and turned to look over at the others who had been involved in there own whispering game.
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Grissom pushes their floor number as the doors close. He glances at Sara before staring straight ahead. It was getting to him that she was getting too chummy with the suspect.
-How can I convince her that she can't get too close?-
Taking a deep breath, he turned to face her with furrowed brows. "Sara-"
"Don't." She interrupted.
He opened his mouth, but closed it with a snap. -I hate it when she does that-
"You can't get too close-" He added quickly.
"Don't" She repeated more firmly.
"Sara" He began again.
"I said don't. I know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it."
"Really? Since when have you been a mind reader?" He snapped, angry that she wouldn't let him speak.
"Since I met you." She replied, using his own line against him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He questioned, wincing at the echo of the words he had used so long ago.
"It means, that you never let anyone near you and that you always shut m-. people out." She corrected herself, not wanting to make this about them. She couldn't handle that right now.
"Sara, that has nothing to do with this case. or you." He regretted saying that as soon as he saw the pain in her eyes. He wanted to let her in, but just didn't know how.
"Oh yeah, that's right, no emotions on the case or ever, it seems with you." She retorted, realising that she had achieved the impossible thing of making him mad when he slammed his hand on the stop button.
"We're not leaving this elevator like this." He said as he saw the questioning look on her face. "If you have something to say, say it here."
"You may want to lower your voice dear, we wouldn't want our friends to think we were fighting now, would we?" Sara answered, her words brimming with sarcasm.
"That's my point Sara. You're getting too involved in this. And they're not our friends, they're the case. You can't get too close."
She almost laughed at the words 'too close', she knew now that he wasn't talking just about the case, he was talking about him, although there was no way she'd ever get him to admit it.
"I'm just playing along. They're nice enough people, what's wrong with that?"
"You're feelings for them are clouding your judgement. You're not concentrating on the case, you're letting them know too much." He blurted out in one breath, watching the anger in her face grow as he said it. -Way to go Gil, if she didn't hate you before, you've got your wish now-
'I can not believe you of all people just said that. You know I would never jeopardise a case for any reason, not even for you." She yelled, offended that he thought so little of her and confused as to why she had added the last part, this wasn't about him.
-Oh but I know it is- She thought to herself, -It's always about him-
Knowing he had done wrong, he tried to make amends. "I didn't mean that. It's just, you're so convincing sometimes. It seems like you forget about the case."
"Forget about the-!..." She stopped herself before she said something she knew she'd regret and because she had just had a brilliant idea. -Convincing? - She thought. -I'll give him convincing- Sara knew that this was mean, but he had really hurt her like so many times before. He was going to pay this time.
"I'm convincing." She echoed softly, taking a step closer, rapidly decreasing the little space the elevator allowed between them. She almost had him pinned against the wall.
-Oh my god, what is she doing? I can't take this -
It took all his strength not to reach out and hold her. He didn't understand what was going on, but he couldn't say he didn't like being this close to her again.
"Grissom." She whispered, leaning closer and slowly placing her hand on the wall behind him. "I know that you're a very private person and that being here must be hard for you. If I've given too much away, I apologise. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.'
-What the hell do you think you're doing now? Do you know how close your hand is to mine?- He thought, still confused. He knew he should just enjoy the moment, but his scientific mind had gone into overdrive before he knew what was happening.
"Sara, I."
"Shush, I haven't finished." She stopped him. "Like I was saying, I'm sorry, but!" She added more forcefully. "If You Ever, suggest that I am jeopardising a case again, I 'will' leave the lab and not even sending me an entire flower shop will make me stay." Moving her hand that had been positioned so closely to his, she pressed the stop button and turned her back to Grissom as the elevator slowly rose.
Grissom stood in shock, not able to speak. He had no idea that she could be like that. He'd seen her angry before, but this was different, he knew that whatever they had done to repair their friendship had been reversed and set back even further because he didn't know when to shut up.
The rest of the elevator ride was so deadly silent that Grissom began to wonder if his hearing had failed but was reassured and disappointed when he heard the bell telling them that they had reached their stop. He hadn't wanted the silence between them to have been real.
As they exited the elevator all he could do was look at the confused faces of the people that had been waiting for the elevator for the past ten minutes, as Sara didn't even look at him as she left.
Grissom knew that he had made a terrible mistake, but he was her supervisor he had to bring it up. -Yeah you think that- He thought to himself -You've well and truly blown it this time. AGAIN- He hadn't got a clue how he was going to make it up to her, but he knew that he had to when he heard the bathroom door slam.
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-What the hell am I going to do?-
Sara slid down the wall and slumped as she hit the floor with her head in her hands. She felt so drained. They hadn't fought like that since San Francisco and even then it was never that bad. It physically pained her to remember what they had said to each other, yet, all she could think was. -Where the hell do we go from here!? -
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-How come it was easy for me to kiss her? It was acting, right? Everyone was watching and I just kissed her- He couldn't get the thought from his head as they got ready for bed. They had talked with Sean and Allison while Jenkins moved to another table to talk to another couple.
The 'episode', if you could call it, in the elevator, had made him think about a lot of things. -We 'do' have a relationship already, but it's not the good part- Grissom mused.
Although he should be thinking over the argument in more detail, it was actually all one problem or in other words. It was 'this' they were referring to and the whole case was making, forcing them to open up and show the private sides of themselves, even if they didn't know it.
He should really watch his thoughts and his mouth before he causes more damage to their fragile relationship. It wouldn't help the case, or them, if they fell out or exposed themselves to the suspect.
-The kiss- He sighed. That was more than just acting and he knew it.
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Sara sat on the long couch filling in her report. At least she had something to put in it and the FBI would stop hassling Brass and Catherine for updates. Catherine had rung while she was heading down to the restaurant and Grissom was forced to fill them in with what little he knew.
She looked up as Grissom left the bathroom in sweats and a t-shirt. Her heart skipped a beat when he shook some water from his curls as he walked towards the bed.
-If only he was married to me in real life, I could kiss him when ever I liked and not worry about the consequences- At least she could play on some of her dreams while in this acting world, but it still didn't feel the same.
He kissed her, although it was light and had no meaning behind it, she could barely breathe when she tried to speak. It felt real enough, but in reality, he was hiding from her and was determined not to be found by her.
-I'll find a way Gil Grissom, if it's the last thing I do, I'll find a way into that heart of yours-
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"So, Sara, Gil. Allison tells me you knew each other ten years before getting married." Jenkins looked up over his coffee with a small smile.
Grissom nodded and placed his cup down on the table. "Yes."
"What do you both do for a living?"
Sara smiled and looked over at Grissom. "We're in law enforcement."
Jenkins chuckled. "Oh, I see. So you both meet ten years ago and only just got married?"
"Well, no." Grissom hesitated, glancing in Sara's direction. "We were friends, good friends,"
-I love it when he gets flustered- Sara smiled and reached up to her fingers through his hair. -I have always wanted to do that- She giggled inwardly.
-Whoa! is it me or is she really into this couple interaction? Probably what she was like with Hank- Mentally shaking the thought from his mind, he smiled at her and took her hand to lace his fingers with hers.
"It takes him forever to say anything involving expressing himself, but he has the jealously down to a tee." Sara and Allison shared a laugh and the glares from their men. -This is so much more fun than I thought it would be- Sara was glad she was roped into this, for this moment, anyway.
Jenkins leaned towards the table and filled his cup with fresh coffee. "It seems to me that I can be of assistance to you both then."
Sara furrowed her brow as she looked at the young man. "How so?"
"I am a couple psychiatrist Sara. I'm sure I can help in a few ways to improve your relationship." Jenkins said with too much enthusiasm than Sara or Grissom would have liked.
"No thank you." Grissom jumped in before Sara could say the same thing. He put his arm around Sara's shoulders and as she leaned against him he kissed her lightly on the lips. "We don't need counselling do we honey?"
"I don't think so." She smiled and turned to look over at the others who had been involved in there own whispering game.
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Grissom pushes their floor number as the doors close. He glances at Sara before staring straight ahead. It was getting to him that she was getting too chummy with the suspect.
-How can I convince her that she can't get too close?-
Taking a deep breath, he turned to face her with furrowed brows. "Sara-"
"Don't." She interrupted.
He opened his mouth, but closed it with a snap. -I hate it when she does that-
"You can't get too close-" He added quickly.
"Don't" She repeated more firmly.
"Sara" He began again.
"I said don't. I know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it."
"Really? Since when have you been a mind reader?" He snapped, angry that she wouldn't let him speak.
"Since I met you." She replied, using his own line against him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He questioned, wincing at the echo of the words he had used so long ago.
"It means, that you never let anyone near you and that you always shut m-. people out." She corrected herself, not wanting to make this about them. She couldn't handle that right now.
"Sara, that has nothing to do with this case. or you." He regretted saying that as soon as he saw the pain in her eyes. He wanted to let her in, but just didn't know how.
"Oh yeah, that's right, no emotions on the case or ever, it seems with you." She retorted, realising that she had achieved the impossible thing of making him mad when he slammed his hand on the stop button.
"We're not leaving this elevator like this." He said as he saw the questioning look on her face. "If you have something to say, say it here."
"You may want to lower your voice dear, we wouldn't want our friends to think we were fighting now, would we?" Sara answered, her words brimming with sarcasm.
"That's my point Sara. You're getting too involved in this. And they're not our friends, they're the case. You can't get too close."
She almost laughed at the words 'too close', she knew now that he wasn't talking just about the case, he was talking about him, although there was no way she'd ever get him to admit it.
"I'm just playing along. They're nice enough people, what's wrong with that?"
"You're feelings for them are clouding your judgement. You're not concentrating on the case, you're letting them know too much." He blurted out in one breath, watching the anger in her face grow as he said it. -Way to go Gil, if she didn't hate you before, you've got your wish now-
'I can not believe you of all people just said that. You know I would never jeopardise a case for any reason, not even for you." She yelled, offended that he thought so little of her and confused as to why she had added the last part, this wasn't about him.
-Oh but I know it is- She thought to herself, -It's always about him-
Knowing he had done wrong, he tried to make amends. "I didn't mean that. It's just, you're so convincing sometimes. It seems like you forget about the case."
"Forget about the-!..." She stopped herself before she said something she knew she'd regret and because she had just had a brilliant idea. -Convincing? - She thought. -I'll give him convincing- Sara knew that this was mean, but he had really hurt her like so many times before. He was going to pay this time.
"I'm convincing." She echoed softly, taking a step closer, rapidly decreasing the little space the elevator allowed between them. She almost had him pinned against the wall.
-Oh my god, what is she doing? I can't take this -
It took all his strength not to reach out and hold her. He didn't understand what was going on, but he couldn't say he didn't like being this close to her again.
"Grissom." She whispered, leaning closer and slowly placing her hand on the wall behind him. "I know that you're a very private person and that being here must be hard for you. If I've given too much away, I apologise. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.'
-What the hell do you think you're doing now? Do you know how close your hand is to mine?- He thought, still confused. He knew he should just enjoy the moment, but his scientific mind had gone into overdrive before he knew what was happening.
"Sara, I."
"Shush, I haven't finished." She stopped him. "Like I was saying, I'm sorry, but!" She added more forcefully. "If You Ever, suggest that I am jeopardising a case again, I 'will' leave the lab and not even sending me an entire flower shop will make me stay." Moving her hand that had been positioned so closely to his, she pressed the stop button and turned her back to Grissom as the elevator slowly rose.
Grissom stood in shock, not able to speak. He had no idea that she could be like that. He'd seen her angry before, but this was different, he knew that whatever they had done to repair their friendship had been reversed and set back even further because he didn't know when to shut up.
The rest of the elevator ride was so deadly silent that Grissom began to wonder if his hearing had failed but was reassured and disappointed when he heard the bell telling them that they had reached their stop. He hadn't wanted the silence between them to have been real.
As they exited the elevator all he could do was look at the confused faces of the people that had been waiting for the elevator for the past ten minutes, as Sara didn't even look at him as she left.
Grissom knew that he had made a terrible mistake, but he was her supervisor he had to bring it up. -Yeah you think that- He thought to himself -You've well and truly blown it this time. AGAIN- He hadn't got a clue how he was going to make it up to her, but he knew that he had to when he heard the bathroom door slam.
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-What the hell am I going to do?-
Sara slid down the wall and slumped as she hit the floor with her head in her hands. She felt so drained. They hadn't fought like that since San Francisco and even then it was never that bad. It physically pained her to remember what they had said to each other, yet, all she could think was. -Where the hell do we go from here!? -
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-How come it was easy for me to kiss her? It was acting, right? Everyone was watching and I just kissed her- He couldn't get the thought from his head as they got ready for bed. They had talked with Sean and Allison while Jenkins moved to another table to talk to another couple.
The 'episode', if you could call it, in the elevator, had made him think about a lot of things. -We 'do' have a relationship already, but it's not the good part- Grissom mused.
Although he should be thinking over the argument in more detail, it was actually all one problem or in other words. It was 'this' they were referring to and the whole case was making, forcing them to open up and show the private sides of themselves, even if they didn't know it.
He should really watch his thoughts and his mouth before he causes more damage to their fragile relationship. It wouldn't help the case, or them, if they fell out or exposed themselves to the suspect.
-The kiss- He sighed. That was more than just acting and he knew it.
~*^*^*~
Sara sat on the long couch filling in her report. At least she had something to put in it and the FBI would stop hassling Brass and Catherine for updates. Catherine had rung while she was heading down to the restaurant and Grissom was forced to fill them in with what little he knew.
She looked up as Grissom left the bathroom in sweats and a t-shirt. Her heart skipped a beat when he shook some water from his curls as he walked towards the bed.
-If only he was married to me in real life, I could kiss him when ever I liked and not worry about the consequences- At least she could play on some of her dreams while in this acting world, but it still didn't feel the same.
He kissed her, although it was light and had no meaning behind it, she could barely breathe when she tried to speak. It felt real enough, but in reality, he was hiding from her and was determined not to be found by her.
-I'll find a way Gil Grissom, if it's the last thing I do, I'll find a way into that heart of yours-
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