Author: Jules524 AKA Scully34

Title: Untitled

Summary: Gil Grissom was my soul mate- is my soul mate. He always has been and always will be. We were never supposed to be together, but fate had other plans. The cosmos and the universe came together and set our paths in motion. It was destiny that a distinguished entomologist and a brainy physics major would meet one day, at the ocean.

Parings: Grissom/Sara. Rating: Not Rated yet.

Disclaimer: I am just a poor college student that doesn't have any money. Therefore I do not own any Characters from CSI, and I am not getting paid to write this, so don't sue CBS!

Hey all! Thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate them! However, I had to delete the story when I posted chapter two because was being silly. So I lost all of my original reviews :Cries: If you still have love for this story, leave it and re-review! It would make my day!

Announcement: I do not really know if Griss's mother's name is Melody, I just thought it was pretty.

Special Thanks To: sarah makinson, Adenara Yatman, NeoAthena and Lullaby Night for reading and reviewing! I hope you always come back for more!

Untitled Chapter 3

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.

Just seeing that smile seemed to put me at ease, and in an uncharacteristic bold move, I found myself asking this man and his dog if they wanted to accompany me to dinner. Immediately after I asked the question, I realized that I shouldn't have. Internally, my mind screamed at me! I reverted back into childhood cycle of bracing myself for the harsh slap of rejection; my stomach was in the process of doing flip-flops, as I was silently cursing myself. 'Sara!—you hardly know this man! Like he would waste a second of his existence on someone like me! He's probably married and has a gazillion kids!' I was so busy internally bashing myself that I did not catch his reply at first.

"I'd love too!" he stated matter of factly. He continued to looking in my direction. "Sara?" he soothingly called my name and touched my shoulder. Jumping slightly, I looked up at him expecting the worst. Then "dawn broke over Marblehead," and I realized that he had accepted my dinner invitation. "Oh—Ok! Wh- where would you like to go? I nervously stuttered. "Well, to tell you the truth, I haven't got a clue" He replied. "I am not from the area. I am only here on work related business, and I am only familiar with places that are pet friendly." He paused, winked at me and looked down at J.R., who was just sitting there with his tongue flapping about watching the world go by without a care in the world.

I smiled at Grissom and his dog and then mentioned that I was born and raised about an hour out of 'Frisco, in a town called Tamales Bay. He seemed impressed, and he told me that he was also a native of the West coast. As we walked a little ways up the beach, trying to figure out where to eat, we got to talking about California memories. This eventually brought us to the topic of childhood- a topic that I secretly loathe.

Nevertheless, I put on a good show, by simply sticking to the basics-Only mentioning that I was the byproduct of two self proclaimed "flower children", I had two relentlessly annoying older brothers, and that I spent the first thirteen years of my life growing up in a Bed & Breakfast. I did not want to have the man running away from me, so I decided to leave out the whole "Sidle Family" soap opera. Why hash up painful memories? Besides, this was the first time I was truly enjoying myself in a non school related environment in a very long time.

Grissom told me that he grew up in San Diego, and was extremely close to his mother, Melody Grissom. He also told me that Melody was deaf, and ran an art gallery out of her home. He stated that she had a natural love for children and often gave them free art lessons just to enjoy their company and see their smiling faces. I smiled and secretly envied him, wishing I could have continued to be close to my mother. See, there I go again, getting all preoccupied with my past…

I could tell the moment I met Gil Grissom, that he was intelligent. I think that is why I felt so drawn to him, and so comfortable in his presence. Yet, when he told me that he was a scientist, I knew right then and there that I was looking at the man I was going to marry. I was even more surprised when he told me that he was a Forensic Scientist, and that his specialty was entomology. After telling him that I was majoring in physics at Harvard and that I was back in town for the Forensic Science Conference, he was the one to start to laugh.

As I watched Gil Grissom smile and laugh at me, I noticed how his eyes seem to light up, even in early dusk. I smiled back at him and was again mesmerized by his brilliant blue orbs. Curiously, I cocked my head to the side, and proceeded to inquire what was so hilarious about my previous statement. Still smiling at me, Grissom asked "Do you have a copy of the schedule, Sara?" I stated that I indeed had a copy of the schedule back in my hotel room. He smiled again, and reached out his hand. "Well then, Sara Sidle, I am Dr. Gilbert Grissom, Harvard Adjunct Professor. And Forensic Sciences Department Lecturer number one of tomorrow's exciting events! I will also be one of the faculty advisors monitoring the progress of the Student Response Panel."

I felt my mouth slightly drop into the form of a little O as he continued to jokingly shake my hand. "Really?" I asked, amazed. "Talk about a small world." 'Wait! What am I saying!' I mentally screamed at myself as the red flag waved violently around in my brain. 'I just spent the last hour and ten minutes flirting with my professor! And not only that, but a guest lecturer at the conference I am supposed to be making a positive impression at?' If I thought I was mortified when I fell on my butt, and landed on top of the man, this was definitely the icing on the cake!

"Sara," Grissom replied gently as if he could read my mind, "How about that dinner?" He then reached up and closed my mouth with his hand in one swift, tender movement. All I could do was nod my head in approval as we started to make our way back down the massive beach back toward the hotel. "Go change, and meet me back here in an hour. If you wouldn't mind, I would love to be shown San Francisco by a true San Franciscan!" And as if on cue, "J.R. jumped, barked and seemed to give his sense of consent.

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