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Author: Jacquie and Sassy
Beta: SidleChick
Spoilers: Any and all.
Chapter 15
"Close your eyes, sweetheart," Grissom told Sara as he stopped the car.
"Okay, but don't drive to much farther with them closed, makes me nauseous. Where are you taking me, Gil?" Sara asked. Her excitement showed in her voice. She loved surprises especially with Grissom. She knew it would be wonderful.
"We're here, babe."
"Can I open them now?" Sara asked unable to hide her excitement. She was happy
Grissom opened his door and went around to open Sara's door. He took her hand in his and helped her out. "Not quite yet. Watch your step. There's a loose board under your right foot."
"Where are we? This better not have anything to do with bugs, Gilbert Grissom. I am warning you here and now." She said as she griped his hand harder. She didn't want to fall.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. There's no bugs." Grissom led her as far as the doorway of the boat and said "Okay. Open your eyes."
Sara opened her eyes slowly still expecting this to be bug related, but was amazed when she finally took in the whole scene. It was breath taking.
Sara and Grissom were standing in inside a small boat. The cabin was decorated with candles. Soft music played and the table in the middle was set for two people.
Sara stood amazed. She couldn't think of a single thing to say how beautiful the scene before her was. A single tear rolled down her face. Grissom was amazing. She couldn't be happier. Grissom pulled out one of the chairs for her. Sara sat down in the chair. She smiled at him as he sat across from her. "This is wonderful, Grissom. How'd you get us a yacht?"
"I made a few calls."
"That's all you ever have to do. You must have dirt on some high up people. Spill it, Grissom. Did you help someone hide a body?" She reached over the table and took his hand.
"Just have a good friend who was willing to lend this to us for the evening."
"All night? Or one of those just until midnight things?" Sara hoped it was for the night.
"All night."
"I feel like a princess." She blushed shyly at her outburst. She was thinking it, but didn't mean to voice it.
"You are a princess, Beautiful."
A waiter came to give them menus. Sara looked hers over. It was in a language she didn't know. "Order for me. I trust you."
Sara waited patiently, as Grissom looked over the menu before calling the waiter back to the table. "Two orders of your lobster and shrimp and Miss Sidle here will have a green salad."
The waiter wrote their order down. "And you, Mr. Grissom?"
"I'll have fries, please."
"Very impressive, Dr. Grissom. Seafood is the best way to a lady's heart, but you already hold mine."
"Knew that, love." Grissom smiled at Sara. He picked up her hand and kissed it."
I Can Love You Like That began to play on the radio and Sara's eyes lit up. She stood and walked to Grissom, "Dance with me?"
Grissom smiled and took her hand, leading her to the middle of the floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him.
"You smell so good. What are you wearing?" Sara breathed in deep the scent.
"Calvin Klein for men."
"I thought you didn't wear cologne." Sara was testing him to see if he remembered any of the conversations from the past.
"What I said was I don't wear cologne when I'm working."
"That is correct. I remember. I just wanted to see if you paid attention to me like I do to you." Sara teased.
"You don't believe me, try again." Grissom softly kissed her hair.
"The dead hockey player. You told me about your love of baseball." Sara said hoping to get him to remember that so she could question him further.
"Stats. I love the stats."
Sara looked a little hurt. That was always the memory that she went to sleep by. Him telling her she was beautiful. Now he was talking baseball. She put on a happy face as the song ended and she started back to the table.
Grissom caught her arm. "I do remember telling you, you were beautiful."
"Really? I thought maybe that was just something you were saying to keep me in Vegas." She danced right back into his arms again as the next song began. It was "Have I Told You Lately" by Rod Stewart.
"It wasn't."
"I know that now, but back then it was all had to give me sweet dreams at night. But not anymore. Now I have you and Baby Grissom here. I could have sweet dreams forever on those two thoughts alone."
"So what else have you got up your sleeve, Gil.?"
Grissom looked at her innocently in a "Who me?" Just then the boat began to move. "Maybe we better sit."
"Good idea." Sara let Grissom lead her back to the table. Their food came a few minutes later. They ate in silence both enjoying their time together.
"Would you like more water?"
"Yes, please."
Grissom poured her another glass and then served himself. He looked out at the evening sky. A small smile passed his lips.
"What are you thinking, Griss?"
"How nice this is."
"It is wonderful."
"You look beautiful."
"Thank you." She blushed. She still wasn't used to Grissom looking at her that way.
"How's your lobster?"
"Superb. Just like you. I think I am ready for dessert."
Grissom passed her a dessert menu. "Just a suggestion, of course, but the mousse or the raspberry jamboree is really good."
"I was thinking I could have you for dessert, but that mousse does sound good." She teased him by licking butter sauce of her finger.
Grissom pretended to look stern, but Sara wasn't fooled. She saw the grin. "I think I'll have the mousse," he decided.
"Good choice. Maybe we could get it to take to our room and I can have the mousse on you." She teased him further. She wanted to make him squirm.
The waiter returned before Grissom had the chance to respond.
"Two mousses, please."
"So they going to be on the boat all night? Or can you get rid of them so we can be alone?"
"We get the hint, Ma'am. We'll be out of your hair in a moment," the waiter said.
"I didn't mean..." Sara started to apologize, but he was already gone. "I didn't mean for him to go that quick. I was just teasing you, Grissom. I need to apologize to him."
Grissom kissed her hand.
"May I refresh your drinks, before we leave you folks alone?" The waiter was back.
"I'm sorry about before. I didn't mean to be rude." Sara told the waiter timidly.
"No problem, Miss Sidle," the waiter said, smiling understandably. "Can I get you anything?"
"No thank you. You have done enough already. Thank you." Sara told him.
"Have a good evening, Miss Sidle. Mr. Grissom." The chef and waiter were let off at the marina again.
"So we are alone except the driver?" Sara asked. She didn't want Grissom to think she was stupid, but she had no idea what you called the one who guided the boat through the water.
"Precisely."
"Where is our room?" She wanted to go to bed. She wasn't tired. She just wanted to be naked with him. To feel his skin upon her skin. To feel him deep inside her.
"Come on. I'll show you." Grissom took Sara's hand in hers. She followed where Grissom led her. She had never made love on a boat before but hopefully before the night was through she could mark that off her "places to have sex" list."
"Lay down, sweetheart," Grissom said softly.
She obeyed. She didn't know what Grissom had in store for her, but she knew it would be wonderful no matter what it was. He was always wonderful to her.
