Marlou, as always, kicks ass in ways that I can't describe. Readers and reviewers... you kick ass as well.
They day had gone on easily enough. There was a hit and run that Sara and Greg were put on, while Grissom seemed eager to get to a murder scene with Sofia. Sara was surprised that she didn't feel threatened... and she liked it. On the way to the scene, Greg insisted on a mini sing along to Piano Man, and Sara was delighted when she actually began singing along.
The earth was off kilter, wobbling on it's finite axis. He'd called her a week later in the morning when she had gotten home, just to make sure that she had made it in safely. She cold hear his gentle smile in his voice and she called him overprotective.
He told her that everything was about to change; he couldn't wait to see the light break over her face when everything changed. Grissom told her in soft tones and lovely intonations that he wanted to be the one to set her heart beating faster, the one who she thought about before she went to sleep. Sara had told him that he already was.
Silence was a lovely pause in their conversation and she'd gulped down some Aquafina to rectify the desert in her mouth. Fantastically paced and gloriously lilted he replied, "Then I want to be the last person you see before you fall asleep."
She'd nearly dropped the phone, the sex dripping from his voice wrapping around her throat, rending her perfectly incapable of speech. They'd yet to go on a date or see each other away from the delicate symbiosis of work, and here he was, insinuating himself next to her in bed; damn, she liked that thought.
The two had hung up with mutual good night, but Grissom cut in with a 'sweet dreams' and her stomach gave a little flutter before protesting it's emptiness.
If there was something that she consistently forgot, it was how quickly Grissom could throw her off guard, which was why when he called her on the way to her scene, she'd nearly swivered off the road. "Come to David's wedding with me," he mumbled, by way of a greeting. Greg's eyes were on her face, worried about her erratic driving, and he mouthed to ask her who she was talking to.
Sara flushed and smiled, mouthed 'Grissom' to him and spoke into the phone. "I'll talk to you when we get back to the lab." And with that she had hung up and turned her phone on silent. She sang along with the rest of the song, but didn't belt out how the piano sounded like a carnival with as much gusto as she usually did.
There was a case to attend to, crimes to be solved... but for the rest of the evening, Sara continued to hear his velvety voice in her ear, asking her out.
She returned to the lab, windblown and evidence laden, tired beyond what was reasonable for her. Tea and a hot bath beckoned upon her arrival at home. But her slow and sluggish pace through the halls of CSI made her an easy target for a roaming Grissom on a mission. And he was on a mission-he had been thinking about what he was about to do constantly, all evening.
"Come to David's wedding with me," Grissom said suddenly right there in the middle of the lab, stoping her forward motion with a hand on her forearm. Sara blanched and turned to him slowly. This was slightly out of the ordinary... okay, extremely out of the ordinary. Though even as she realized how insane he was acting, she pictured his hand deliciously low on her back, guiding her along to some forgotten song under the watchful gae of co-workers.
She began slowly, "I'm... not sure if I'm even going..." There had to be a buffer there, something to stop all the want that was flowing from her.
"Yes, but come with me," Grissom continued, a hint of sadness in his tone and in his eyes. His hand, which was stationary on her arm, began to slide over her skin there, his thumb massaging her. They were nearly hand in hand in the middle of the crime lab, oblivious to the people who buzzed around them.
"What... are you... saying?"
Grissom's mouth twitched and he pursed his lips. This was so much simpler than he had made it all out to be. "Be my date," he said, matter-of-factly. His face was bright and expectant and it grazed her heart, making it bleed just a little, tiny bit.
Sara nodded slowly, and pulled them both out of the middle of the corridor, overto the wall. "We're both going to be there, anyway."
"Be my date," he murmured, low. "Let me pick you up, dance with me, Sara. Let me open the door for you and hold your hand." Grissom mumbled something and squeezed her arm. "We can be normal for a night, together. It'll be good."
Sara sighed and wanted to smile very, very badly, but didn't know if what he was proposing was really a good idea or not. "Griss, I was gonna... stick around here in case swing and days can't-"
Grissom cut her off abruptly. "Days can handle the shift for one night. Come on Sara, be my date."
Sara's eyes lit with some sort of foriegn flame and she glanced up and down the hall, grabbed Grissom's wrist and tugged him into questioned documents. "Are you insane," she rushed in a clipped whisper.
"Yes," came his immediate answer.
Sara shook her head quickly as if his answer wasn't adequate. "No, I mean, asking me this at work, calling me on a case, are you insane? This isn't like you, at all." Her hands were gesuring wildly and he reached out to stop them. Sara was so very confused by his actions (not that she wasn't loving them, she was just confused as hell).
Grissom took a few deep breaths. "I've just realized I want you with me. That's all." Grissom smiled at her, the corner of his mouth twitching up. "Just come to David's wedding with me."
Sara backed up a few inches and attempted to wrap her mind around what was happenning. "You can't do this here, you can't ask me out at work Grissom, you-"
"Fine," Grissom said, bouncing on his heels. "Breakfast this morning, my place." And with that he left her standing amidst anonymus evidence, incredibly, overwhelmingly confused.