Great, I've made this into a WIP. Curses. Now I have to think of a PLOT! Dangit. I upped the rating only because I'm paranoid, and changed the title because it didn't fit anymore.
Caution; This chapter contains slight/moderate Grissom-bashing. Hope you enjoy.
"Now, see this is why I don't like sci-fi." Warrick's incredulous comment was greeted with several confused glances. "Y'know, they inspire stuff like this!" Accentuating his rather distressed comment with a gesture at Sara and Nick, he was rewarded with chuckles from Catherine, as well as the happy couple.
Much to Sara and Nick's pleasant surprise, the other team members had taken the news of their relationship rather well. Greg was young, he'd recover. Though at the moment his stark white face matched Nick's bed sheets. Warrick, apparently, regretted the fact that he hadn't started a pool earlier, and Catherine simply found the announcement damn funny.
Grissom's reaction was much harder to gauge, however. Welcome to Gilbert Grissom's head. Please enjoy your stay. If someone had asked him at that exact moment, he would have responded that, without a doubt, was glad Sara was going to leave him alone, as well as found happiness. But that was bullshit. The parcel of his just under 'Guilt,' alias 'Reality' insisted that he should be feeling regret. No matter how valiant, how self-sacrificing a face he presented to the world, underneath he was nothing more than human.
He was disgusted at his own chauvinism, the twisted enjoyment he got out of knowing he was someone's Holy Grail. But Indiana Jones moved onto the Ark of the Covenant, just like Sara had moved onto Nick. Though he was inwardly ashamed at the subconscious pop-culture reference he had just made, Grissom was determined not to let his distress show. In a movement that looked natural to everyone else, but took all his willpower, he raised a hand to grasp Nick's own.
"Congratulations," he briskly nodded. "If your relationship influences your work, I'll have no choice but to take action," Grissom warned, glad his voice didn't sound strangled or choked on his emotions.
"You got it Gris," Sara guaranteed seriously. True to form, Nick cheekily interjected, "I guess this means no more making out in the locker room." Warrick threw his hands up and took a step back, "Whoa, man, we're getting dangerously close to more details than I need."
The color slowly returning to Greg's face, the young CSI couldn't help a playful tease, "I knew I should have invested in a camera phone. I hear those babies pay for themselves after two months of blackmail."
Grissom's eyes narrowed, and he tossed a small stack of papers onto the metal break room table. "The assignments are there, if you ever get around to working tonight." Embarrassed by his actions even when he was performing them, Grissom turned on his heel and strode angrily out of the break room. Storming into his office, he yanked his glasses off his bearded face, and rubbed the corners of his eye as he collapsed into his chair.
Gil sat alone for about fifteen minutes, trying to decide if he was nursing a migraine or self-pity. About to decide in favor of the latter, he heard a soft knock on his office door. Grabbing a paper and pen, hurriedly donning his glasses, he called out, "Come in," trying to look busy.
Sara entered the fairly large room, and shut the door behind her. "Grissom, we need to talk." Setting the office supplies down, he arched an eyebrow. "I don't see what there is to discuss. You seem very happy with Nick, and as long as you both remain professional about your relationship, there should be no problems."
The slender brunette huffed angrily, inviting herself into one of the chairs in his office. "I don't recall saying the discussion would be about me, or Nick." Grissom blinked once, and suddenly Sara was at his side. Blue eyes met brown, which moments ago had been smoldering with anger and frustration. Now, he only saw playful seduction and flirtatiousness.
"Sara, what-" His words were swiftly halted by lips on his, he responded instinctively, his body performing a hostile takeover on his brain. He pulled her body onto his lap, hands slipping down to untuck her tie-dyed pattern blue and red blouse.
"GIL!" Grissom's eyes flew open, and he found himself staring right at a very, to say the least, pissed Catherine Willows. "Ahem. How can I help you, Catherine?"
"Gil, you've been asleep for almost the entire shift. Warrick and Sara have practically solved the B&E you gave them, and Greg and I had a break in the double homicide, but no one could find you!" The disgruntled russet-haired CSI took a confrontational pose, hands on hips, eyes narrowed.
"Oh. I guess I just," Gil waved his hand in an effort to excuse himself. "Well, "just…" Catherine barbed, mimicking his gesture, "Isn't gonna cut it when you practically threatened Nick and Sara about being professionals." Grissom ran a hand through his hair and winced, hitting a tender spot on his frontal lobe. He must have hit his head when he fell asleep. "Sorry Catherine. I guess I'll go find Greg to see what information he has, unless you can just tell me now?"
Her blue eyes glinted in pleasure at being able to divulge key information. "Amy Douglass' one of the victims, DNA was found in Veronica Amos' SUV. According to Taylor Heth, Jason Corr's best friend, our male vic, Jason, was doing some couch time with Veronica, even though Amy's his girlfriend."
Grissom nodded, "Blood?" Catherine grinned. "Nope. Greg'll have to tell you. It's his find." She then turned and sauntered out of his office, feeling much better than she had upon entering. However, her boss was mired in doubts about Sara, Nick, his own feelings, and, as an afterthought the case. 'Ok, here's the plan,' he thought to himself. 'Get the case details from Greg, go home, take a cold shower, but above all, avoid both Sara and Nick.'
Aww... all you guys that reviewed are so sweet. Nonetheless, I blame YOU for the urge to write this chapter. Wait... maybe that's a good thing.
Oh, and the case will probably not be brought up again. It's just a little tangent I sort of went off on.
Finally, chapter title is sort of a bad joke of mine. Ok, GSR is Grissom/Sara Romance, right? It's ALSO Gun-Shot Residue. And, because, Sara'spast feelings for Grissom have left their own imprint on both of them. Get it G/S Residue? Grissom/Sara Residue? Oh, I give up. It's bad I know, I know.
