This fan fiction writing is taking a little longer than I thought it would. I'm still working on the first day. I hope you'll keep reading though and I promise to get these chapters up sooner. That is if you like them.
The Suspension
Day One continued
Greg had already put in an hour of overtime and he still wasn't getting anywhere. He went from the slides in the microscope, to the slides on the computer and 5 pages of notes but nothing was connecting. No help would be coming from Grissom or Sophia because both had left when the shift was over. He only knew 2 people on the morning shift and frankly he wasn't sure how to approach them for help. Okay, he really only wanted Sara's help. He was worried about barging in on her but Greg knew she would probably jump at the chance to get to work on a case this week, even if she weren't going to get paid. It didn't take him long to pack up the evidence.
While over at Sara's place…
Having tried to call her from the grocery store and still getting only the answering machine Grissom ran inside the store and picked up some fresh fruit and a box of pancake mix. Grissom spotted Sara's car in the parking lot and pulled into an open spot next to it. He walked up the two flights of stairs and down the hall to her apartment door. After knocking a few times and getting no answer Grissom put his ear against the door to see if he could hear sound or movement coming from inside. With a concerned look on his face sat the bag of groceries down, pulled out his cell phone and speed dialed her number again and once again the machine clicked on. Thinking Sara might have a key stashed away he swept his hand across the top of the door frame but found nothing.
"What are you looking for?" Sara, who had finished her morning run and was now standing at the top of the stairs, breathlessly asked. "You can't possibly think I have an extra key up there," she said as she came closer to Grissom, wiping the sweat from her face and breathing in deeply.
"I was…" his voice trailed off, his eyes were distracted by her glistening skin and a glimpse of her partially soaked tee shirt when Sara reached inside her jacket pocket.
"Concerned?" asked Sara as she pulled out her key and unlocked the door.
"Worried," said Grissom. He picked up the bag and followed Sara into the apartment. "That's probably me," he said pointing to the answering machines blinking light, "I called your cell too, but it's not turned on. I just wanted to see if you were up to having company for breakfast. When I couldn't get through to you, I was… worried."
Sara looked up into his sparkling blue eyes, and then quickly looked away. "You don't have to worry about me Grissom. I really am alright, or at least I will be." Sara took the bag from Grissom and sat it down on the table. She reached inside, pulled out a strawberry and bit into it. "Mmm… breakfast sounds, nice." Sara smiled, "Well, while you're fixing… whatever it is we're having for breakfast, I'm going to go take a shower."
As Sara removed her jacket and put it on the back of the chair, the sweet aroma from her sweat drifted up into Grissom's nostrils. His lips parted as he started to say something but once again he became distracted, Sara's tee shirt was clinging to the shape of her breast. And with every breath she took her breast seemed to be signaling him, or so Grissom's mind was telling him. Sara reached up to remove the scrunchie from her hair as she turned and headed toward the back of the apartment. Grissom eyes were glued to her as she walked away. So many things were going through his mind, not the least of which was that yes he was changing, and yet still he wondered if being here, at this time, was appropriate.
Grissom spread the contents of the bag on the counter and began preparing his special recipe for strawberry crepes. He could hear Sara singing some tune that he had never heard before and he thought what a lovely voice that she had and how lucky he was to be able to hear it. It had been over a year since his operation and his visits to the doctor had been nothing but good news. He wondered how much Sara had heard about his hearing loss. Grissom searched the cupboards and cabinet drawers for the plates and silverware to set the table with; when he found the frying pan Grissom could tell it had hardly been used. He found a carton of orange juice in the fridge but there wasn't going to be enough for both of them so he grabbed two bottles of Aquafina and poured two cups of coffee.
Sara came from her bedroom wearing a tan tank top and one of those flowered sarong skirts. She was still drying her hair with a towel when she walked toward the small kitchen area, stopping when she saw Grissom pouring coffee into the cups that he had set on the table. She had forgotten how sweet he could be.
"I didn't know you could cook," she said with a smile. "What's cooking?"
"Crepes, with fresh strawberries," Grissom proudly said. "I make it with my secret ingredient, five tablespoons of whole wheat flour added to the pancake mix."
"You have a secret ingredient!" Sara chuckled and then she regretted saying, "Grissom, you need a wife."
"Well, I guess you won't be applying for that job since your cookware doesn't look like it's been used very often!"
Laughs and chuckles came from them both as Grissom poured the crepe mixture into the frying pan. "This is nice," Sara began. "I miss this…us… you know, being friends."
"I miss us, too… Sara…" He looked deep into her eyes but the words he really wanted to say froze inside of him. Grissom turned the crepe over and let it sauté on the other side a bit. "Grab the plates." He slid the crepe onto one of the plates and put enough mixture in for another one in the frying pan. "Sara," Grissom began, "I'm your supervisor. I shouldn't even be here, if someone found out, it could follow you your entire career. It could ruin it for you."
"My career, since when do you care about that?"
He slid the next crepe onto the other plate. "What do you mean? I worry more about your career than you do." Grissom grabbed the bowl of strawberries and glaze mixture and sat it on the table.
"Oh really," Sara's feelings were heating up, "If you cared so much then why did you—"
The sudden knock on the door left Sara's question hanging. She went to the peephole and saw Greg standing there; she turned and mouthed his name to Grissom. He pointed toward her bedroom and headed down the hall. When she heard the bedroom door close she let Greg in.
TBC
