Disclamer: I do not own CSI or any of it's characters, but I wish I did...:(
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! It's my first fic, so I'm quite happy. I got the idea one day when I was drawing and I decided 'What if Sara knew how to draw and Grissom found out?'. So that's where the story came from. So, anyway, enjoy chapter 2 and please R&R. Thanks,
Grissom Gurl
CHAPTER 2- OVER COFFEE AND EVIDENCE
"Sara!" Grissom called after the woman who had just walked by his office.
Sara backed her steps and peered into his office.
"Yeah?"
"Would you like to have coffee with me tomorrow morning?" Grissom asked politely.
Sara almost lost her balance. She never expected such words to fall from Grissom's lips.
"I, um, uh" she stammered.
"It's okay if you don't want to." Grissom cut in.
"No, it's not that I don't want to, it's just," Sara paused "I'm surprised."
Grissom looked her over and smiled. He knew that she wasn't expecting his offer.
"What time?" He offered.
Sara thought for a moment and looked at her watch. It was almost midnight, and by the time she got to bed it would be two 'o clock for sure. She decided it was best to make it a time they could both handle.
"Well, what time would be best for you? I don't know what time you get up." She said at last.
"It doesn't matter to me. If you say 8:00 it's eight. If you say 11:00 it's eleven." He answered.
"Okay how about 9:30?" She asked. It seemed reasonable to her.
Grissom nodded and got up to get ready to leave. On his way out he shut the lights, and locked his office door. He turned to leave with Sara right behind him. When they made their way out to the parking lot, they said their goodbyes and went separately to their cars.
When Sara got home, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
"Did he really ask me that?" she asked her plant, which Grissom had given to her years back.
Of course it didn't answer, but that didn't matter. Sara was worried that it was all just a dream. So instead of worrying, she decided to get a good night's sleep. She lay in her bed and she drifted off to sleep thinking about the next day.
At exactly 9:30 am, Grissom pulled up in front of her house. Sara was ready as ever, and strode out the door, locking it at the same time. She walked up to the waiting vehicle and opened the door.
"Good morning" Grissom greeted her.
"Good morning" Sara replied with equal enthusiasm.
"All set?" he asked her as she was getting into the car.
She looked at him with wonderment. "Yes, I'm ready"
Why is he acting like this? She thought. Her thoughts were soon interrupted as they pulled in a driveway and parked.
"Where are we?" She asked looking around.
"This is the new coffee shop that just opened up" Grissom answered and waited for her reaction before getting out.
She looked at him with bewilderment. "Since when do you know what happens in town?"
He looked at her then at his door and opened it. He turned to face her with a smirk.
"I'm not naïve to everything." He said.
The coffee shop proved to be a homey spot with comfortable chairs and a traditional coffee shop feel.
"This place is nice. Good pick, Griss." Sara said as she looked around.
He gave her a sideways glance. "Thanks."
They sat down and Grissom ordered coffee. Sara ordered mocha and smiled at Grissom's reaction when it was set in front of her.
"What you've never seen mocha before?" she asked, slightly amused.
"Well, yes I have, but not in reality."
After a few moments of silence, Grissom decided it was the right time. He pulled out the folded paper.
"You dropped this and I picked it up for you. It's a beautiful drawing."
Sara's eyes widened. She took her drawing from Grissom and opened it up. It was the same one that Nick had seen.
"Thank you" She said as she pocketed it. "It was based on how I felt."
"It looks like you." Grissom's thoughts escaped his lips.
Sara just looked at him.
"Thank you." She said remembering he had said it was beautiful.
Grissom smiled. Their gazes locked and Sara could almost read Grissom's thoughts. But before she could tell what he was thinking his phone rang.
"Grissom" He answered.
Sara watched him. By the look on his face it wasn't good news.
"Okay, Be right there." Grissom hung up and looked at Sara with an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, but we have a case. A girl's throat has been slashed, and her mother has been found dead in the house."
"It's okay, Grissom. Duty calls" Sara quoted with a smile.
He smiled back.
"Call Warrick, and I promise, Sara, that we'll resume this." He said.
"I'm looking forward to it."
And with that, they paid their bill and rushed to the scene.
