Hey all! Thanks for reading and giving me a shot! Like I said before, Untitled is my very first piece of fan fiction ever! I realize that this chapter is very short. I have to apologize. My father had to go in for emergency eye surgery and I have been occupied all day. I promise more will come soon! Don't give up on me, just yet! Please Read and review!
Untitled: Chapter 2
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" I gushed a mile a minute! I—I—didn't hear you call out until..." It took me a moment to realize that his face was just as red as mine was and he was sputtering just as much. We stopped, looked up at each other and suddenly laughed. And I was floored.
"Hi. My name is Gil Grissom." He said looking warmly into my eyes. I smiled back and introduced myself. "My name is Sara…Sara Sidle." I remember when he held out his hand for me to shake, my legs seemed to turn into jelly. I continued to look at the handsome face before me, with a goofy grin playing across my face. Never taking my eyes off of him for a second, I reached up and proceeded to remove the piece of seaweed from my hair. It was then that I realized I was gawking like a fool. To try and hide my embarrassment, I turned my head away and looked back towards the horizon.
"Sara, are you ok?" Grissom asked concerned. "I really do apologize again," he stated while looking down at a very wet German Shepard dog. The dog sat next to Grissom with a stick in its mouth, looking up to him for a sign of approval. Grissom looked at the dog, smiled, sighed and shook his head. "J.R.", he stated, "What am I going to do with you?" and tossed the stick back in the water for J.R. to retrieve. Grissom then looked back at me with the most brilliant blazing, blueberry eyes I have ever seen in my life. I was completely mesmerized. He got me hook, line, and sinker!
"Oh yeah, don't worry about it, I am fine." I said with a smile as I watched J.R. barreling through the waves with his beloved stick. "I've always loved dogs." I squat down and took the stick from J.R.'s mouth and was greeted with bunches of wet, slimy, dog kisses. Still in a squat position and laughing hysterically, I tried to keep my balance. I failed miserably, and fell back down into the water and the sand. J.R. was still having a blast licking my face and I loved every minute of it.
Grissom gently grabbed J.R., pulled him of me and scolded him. "J.R. heal!" Grissom jerked on the dog leash and J.R. instantly obeyed the command. Grissom reached down and offered me a hand to get up. Again, the moment I felt his hand in mine, my legs turned to into jelly. I snapped back to my senses and quickly steadied myself. "J.R. thinks that he is a five pound lap dog, and doesn't realize that he is ninety pounds." Grissom stated smiling at me. "Please forgive him…he has size issues." Something in that remark struck me as side-splittingly funny, and I lapsed into a series of giggles.
I laughed so hard that tears were streaming down my face. Clutching my stomach, and gasping for air, I mentally wondered what was wrong with me. 'Pull it together, Sara! I thought. 'You are making an idiot out of yourself!' Mortified yet again, I looked at Grissom. When my eyes met his gaze, they were returned with the most genuine smile I have ever witnessed in my life.
TO BE CONTINUED!
