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Sara sat down, the cool dimness of Grissom's office soothing her eyes if not her emotions. Grissom seemed lost in his thoughts, the arm of his glasses captured between his teeth. She was always surprised by his teeth – they were smaller than she expected and a little crooked. It wasn't often that he grinned widely enough to show them and she found the instances when he did endearing.
Of course, this moment was being mitigated by the fact that she was fairly certain Grissom wanted to discuss her DUI. She half feared, half resented him for it. In the grand scheme of things, her misadventure hardly ranked the highest in the lab's fuckup pool. She certainly wasn't an alcoholic. She had miscalculated her fatigue and how much she had eaten, that's all. If not for the new law she'd have been legal.
More to the point, she had been driving on side roads at what could only be called a sedate pace. She wasn't proud, but she had been responsible. It was all a moot point now and she'd stayed sober the last two months to prove a silent point to Grissom. I don't need the booze and it certainly doesn't control my actions. She had thought that Grissom understood.
Then again, Grissom didn't really understand the finer points of human communication. Not in regard to the living anyway. She of all people should've known better, but it was easy enough to forget when his blue eyes were vaguely focused on her. Heaven help her when he focused all of his attention on her, she could feel heat suffusing her body just at the thought.
Even now when he was just sitting there, she wanted to take her hand and run it through his graying hair. She quirked her lips momentarily at its sporadic coloring; every once in a while he would dye it to cover the grey. Sara had the suspicion that it was Catherine prodding him to color it; Catherine was the only one with guts enough to say something and Sara didn't think Grissom would notice otherwise. Certainly it always wound up the same, the grey at his temples spreading to weave in among the rest of his still brown hair. So sexy. Not to mention the wave that turned to curls with any kind of humidity. Like in San Francisco….
Sara cleared her throat gently and brushed a segment of hair away from her eyes and behind her ear. She needed to stop thinking about things that had no relevance on the present; it was all very well to visit the past when in the comfort of her own home. It was another thing when she was in the position to let her mouth run away with her in more ways than it usually did around Grissom.
Her actions seemed to have focused Grissom back on the office. His eyelashes fluttered a moment before his gaze focused on her hand as she finished tucking away the strand of hair. His tongue flickered across his lips so quickly that she wondered if he even felt it, she wondered if she'd ever feel that tongue against her lips.
"Sorry, I was just trying to coordinate this weekend."
Sara was flummoxed. Was this going to be another one of his damned "make no assumptions" speeches? What was so special about this weekend anyway? Oh, that's right – Fourth of July is this Sunday. Who is he making plans with? A small bundle of ire and jealousy stirred in her stomach and she said, "Big Fourth of July plans? Having a bar-b-que at your house?" Knowing full well that he rarely had anyone over to his townhouse, let alone a party. She let her eyebrow creep up in mockery of her statement. She'd show him about assumptions.
"Actually, we have plans. That is, if you didn't already have something in mind for the weekend."
Holy mother of god, I can't ever get one over on this guy. Her jaw dropped before she noticed and she hastily shut it again. The clicking of her teeth sent a short lance of pain through her head, which was apparently enough to induce thought processes again. Which was fortunate, because she wasn't sure how much longer she could've gone on without breathing. Grissom…is making plans for us?
Grissom had put his glasses back on and was talking again.
"…of Nevada is recognizing the lab's achievements and has chosen us as the best representatives to go to Carson City this weekend. Apparently, we're receiving a plaque on the lab's behalf. So, did you?"
Sara blinked and tried to remember what they were talking about. "Did I what?"
"Have plans for this weekend?" he said patiently.
Right. That's what we were talking about. Gee, let me think, can I go spend the weekend with the man I'm in love with or can I spend the weekend scrubbing my fridge? "Oh, no. I can go." The words escaped her lips quickly, easily.
"Great, great. I'll get things settled for us then."
Sara nodded her head as if her supervisor booked hotel rooms for her all the time, as if she didn't want to tell him to book just one room with a king sized bed. Grissom adjusted his glasses slightly and pushed them further back onto his nose, a moment later he crinkled his nose to allow the glasses to slip a little. He was fidgeting. Gil Grissom was fidgeting. She had now seen everything.
"Okay then. I'm gonna go put my stuff away. I'll see you in the break room." She smiled and stood up, containing her giddiness. Sara an' Grissom, sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g! She gave a small laugh as she walked through the door and headed for the locker room. Some days there were perks to coming in early, although usually they merely involved swiping some of Greg's coffee to make a decent cup. Today was proving to be headier than the best coffee available.
Sara sat in front of her locker, trying to get some grip on reality. Because last she checked, Grissom stumbling over details of a weekend getaway was not a part of her reality. The locker room was quiet in the early moments before her co-workers came in for their shift; the previous shift had left already and the air was lightly scented with someone's perfume. Sara nudged her locker door open with her toe and wondered when the white rabbit would appear to take her down the lab halls. Maybe Grissom was the white rabbit.
Well, she'd follow his lead on this little trip of theirs; she might wind up beheaded or she might make nice with the king of hearts. She grinned and shut the locker door with a firm nudge of her foot.
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