Disclaimer: No I don't own anything but Andrew. If I owned CSI and characters, trust me, Sara and Griss would have been married with children by now.
Grissom's Townhouse
When Grissom walked in the door that morning Andrew looked up from his book and said, "Sorry."
"Sorry about what."
"I'm sorry that I asked Sara out today. I…after the fact I realized that you had feelings for Sara. I had no clue when I asked her."
Grissom was surprised that Andrew could read him so well. He was going to deny it but he was tired. He was tired of lying to himself. He was tired of being in denial. He loved Sara. Oh my god, I love Sara, Grissom thought. "Yes. I have feelings for her."
"You love her." It was a statement, not a question.
"No-I…I never said –"
"You love her."
Grissom sighed, "Yeah…I do." He rubbed his forehead. "What should I do?"
"Go to her. Right now."
"Right now?"
"Yes, right now."
"But-I," Grissom sighed again. "What do I say? What do I do? What if she rejects me?" He was firing questions.
Andrew interrupted him. "Listen," Grissom clamped his mouth shut with a loud snap. Andrew smirked. "First you're going to take a shower. Then, you will go to her apartment and knock on her door. When she answers, ask her if you can come in. If she says no…beg. I doubt she will but, you never know. If she says yes… go in and…talk to her. Tell her how you feel. Then, ask her out. Ask her if she wants to go to dinner with you on her next night off. Of course you have to have that night off too."
Grissom nodded, "Okay…okay" Then he shook his head, "I'm going to mess up. I know I am. I always do. I always get tongue-tied around her."
"No." Andrew firmly said. "No you won't. You can do this."'
"Okay." Grissom nodded. "I'm nervous as hell."
"Go take a shower and then go to her apartment and do what I said."
"Okay."
When Grissom came out of the bathroom he was dressed in a midnight blue button down shirt and black khakis. He took a deep breath and said, "I can do this."
Andrew shook his head, "Gil, your more nervous than a man getting ready to propose to the love of his life."
At this Grissom's eyes widened. "Don't let me think about that."
Andrew chuckled, "Okay. Now go."
"Okay." Grissom took a deep breath and walked out the door.
Sara's Apartment
Sara was listening to Coldplay and cleaning when she heard a knock at her door. She shut off her stereo and went to the door. She looked through the peephole and saw Grissom. What would he be doing here? She wondered. She opened the door and said, "Hey."
"Hey. Um…Sara may I come in?"
"Yeah sure." She opened the door wider. "You want something to drink?"
"Umm… no I'm good."
"Okay. What do you want Griss?"
"To talk."
"Talk?"
"Yeah. Could we sit down?"
"Sure." She went to sit on the couch.
Grissom sat on the armchair much to her disappointment.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Umm…us."
"Us?"
"Yeah. Us."
"Okay…" she trailed off uncertainly.
"Umm…" Dammit Gil, would you stop stuttering already! He chided himself. "Sara…I…I'm a jackass." Sara raised an eyebrow. "I shouldn't have avoided you, I should have allowed myself to…feel. I should have allowed myself to admit that…that there's something between us." If Sara thought she was speechless now…she hasn't even heard the rest of it. Grissom got up and sat in front of her on the coffee table. "Sara I…I…" Grissom sighed deeply. He grabbed her hands and went for it, "I love you Sara." He was looking into her eyes.
"Umm…huh?"
"I love you." It was getting easier and easier to say.
She searched his eyes. What she saw there left her speechless once again. She saw love…pure…love. Her eyes started welling up and she let go of his hands and put her arms around his neck. Grissom was frozen for a split second but quickly recovered and put his arms around her waist. Her head was in the crook of his neck and he could feel wetness. She was crying. Tears of joy? He didn't know. "I love you Sara Sidle."
She sniffled and pulled back. "I love you too Gil." She gave him her 1000 watt smile and Grissom melted on the spot. He looked into her eyes and leaned in slowly. He never broke eye contact and silently asked her if he did what he intended to do that she wouldn't hit him. She leaned in too and that's all he needed. He closed his eyes when his lips touched hers. Her lips were so soft and gentle. It started out innocently but quickly morphed into something more. Grissom gently prodded her lips with his tongue. She allowed him entrance immediately. The last logical thought Grissom was that he had to thank his brother profoundly. Her hands dove into his hair and lost themselves in his curls. She moaned and right then Grissom knew that if they went any further there would be no going back. He broke the kiss and Sara whimpered at the loss of contact.
"I don't want to move too fast." He whispered.
She nodded and put her head on his shoulder. Then she realized that she was practically sitting on Grissom's lap. She laughed. He realized this too and laughed along with her. But she didn't get up much to his delight.
"Would you like to have dinner with me?" He asked.
"I'd love to. When?"
"We both have Friday off."
"Mmmkay." She sighed and snuggled closer.
"As much as I'd love to stay like this all day…I have to sleep. We have work tonight."
She sighed again, "I know." Then an idea hit her, "Do you want to sleep with me?"
He recognized this question from almost 5 years ago and replied, "Did you just say what I think you said?"
She laughed. "Yeah. I did."
He looked hesitant at first but she reassured him, "Just sleep. I promise I won't seduce you in my bed."
He laughed, "Just sleep?" She nodded. "Okay, but I have to call and tell my brother. He's expecting me back."
"Okay. I'm going to grab bottles of water."
"Okay." Grissom called his brother and told him he wouldn't be back until before shift. After he was done with his call he went back to the kitchen and saw Sara leaning against the island lost in thought. "What are you thinking about?" He broke her out of her reverie.
"Huh? Oh, nothing." She took his hand and led him to her bedroom.
Grissom – feeling oddly comfortable – took off his shirt and pants leaving him only in his boxers and undershirt. Sara went to the bathroom to change into some shorts and a tank top. When Sara came out Grissom was already under the covers on his back and was looking at her. He gave her a once over and smiled. Sara crawled into bed with him and put her arm around his mid-section and her head on his chest. Grissom put his left arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. "Love you," he said.
"Love you too." And they both drifted off, content.
TBC
