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!
Untitled Chapter 4
"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 towards 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.
Grissom and I parted to change out of our wet clothes, and into more comfortable ones for dinner. As I walked back to the sliding doors of my room, pulled out the keys and attempted to unlock my door, I realized that my hands were shaking. Closing my eyes briefly and taking a cleansing breath, I clamed myself down, and eventually opened the door with a huge grin plastered across my face.
I stripped off my dirty clothes and quickly hopped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over my body. It seemed to soothe my nerves, and put my mind at ease. I felt like a teenager going on a very first date. I felt a sense of giddiness and excitement all at the same time. I laughed at myself as I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, soapy from head to toe, dancing around in the shower. "Wow, you've got it bad!" I stated aloud to myself. When I was done joking around, I quickly rinsed myself, turned the shower off, wrapped myself in a giant, soft bath towel, and stepped out of the shower.
I looked at the alarm clock on the dresser. I still had forty five minutes before I had to meet Grissom. I sighed, and realized that now was the tricky part. I had to figure out what to wear. I have never been much of a girly girl, but you should have seen the way I was tearing apart my luggage trying to put together the "perfect" outfit! My hotel room looked like a bomb had gone off. Clothes were everywhere! But I was finally satisfied. I picked out a simple ankle length black denim skirt, which was comfortable, yet hugged my curves in all of the right places. I then paired it with a silky red tank with black lace around the neckline and edges. The tank was cut just low enough to be a little sexy without going overboard. I decided to be bold with my hair, and let it dry naturally instead of straightening out my chocolate curls. I was quite pleased with the outcome as I finished applying light make up and slipped on a pair of black flip flops.
I was about to head out of the door, when I realized that I should bring my purse and a light jacket in case it got cold later. I grabbed all of my necessary items, turned off all the lights, locked my hotel room, and proceeded to find my way back to Grissom. Stepping out into the comfortable night air, I inhaled deeply, and checked my watch. I was right on schedule, and when I looked up, I saw Grissom standing by the water's edge with his back to me. I smiled, and made my way over to him.
"Good, evening Dr. Gilbert Grissom, Harvard Adjunct Professor extraordinaire!" I said with a laugh as he spun around to face me. "Good evening, Sara." He said with another one of those phenomenal take your breath away smiles. He stepped closer to me, and stated "I was beginning to think that you were going to be a no show!" I just looked at him in total awe. He was dressed casually, but nice in a pair of kaki pants and a grey button up short sleeve shirt; but that was clearly enough to get my temperature rising! This man could look good in anything' I thought to myself. "Why would you ever think I would stand you up?" I asked as I linked my arm in his. "You know, for a Dr. I would think you would be smarter than that." I stated coyly as we proceeded to walk along the beach in a comfortable stride yet again.
Grissom stopped suddenly and turned to look into my eyes. "You know Sara, you do look lovely tonight." He smiled at me, re-linked his arm with mine and began to walk again. "Thank you." I stated with a hint of embarrassment. Thankfully, it was officially dark outside, or else it would have been about the ten thousandth time Gil Grissom would have seem my cheeks flush crimson red that day.
"So Dr. Grissom, where is J.R?" I asked when I noted that our previous companion was no where to be found. "The San Francisco Crime Lab, needed to borrow his expertise for a missing persons case they were working on. They picked him up a little while after I left you on the beach." "Oh. Ok" I stated and looked back to Grissom. "You see Sara, J.R. is a cadaver dog in training. You will learn more about the use of K-9's in forensics tomorrow during Dr. Benton's lecture at the conference." He smiled at me and with a devilish look on his face stated "but he is truly sorry that he is going to be missing out on a wonderful evening such as this. I think he's got the hot's for you, Sara. He told me so himself." And for what seemed to be the ten thousandth time that day, I broke out into a series of giggles.
"Is that so, Dr. Grissom?" I asked between a giggle fit. I looked back into his eyes, and saw that they too were dancing with humor. "Uh-huh." He replied with a smile as he looked at me. "Oh and Sara, enough with the Dr. stuff, please feel free to call me Grissom, or Gil. I think we are past all formalities here.
"Ok." I replied smiling at him. "What do you like to eat Grissom?"
We finally decided on Chinese food, and I took him to a little restaurant about three blocks away from the hotel. It was one of my favorites when I was shuffling between foster houses in high school. Everything in the place was absolutely delicious, and the ambiance was friendly and comfortable. It was in my personal opinion that Gil Grissom hadn't lived until he had sampled the food here.
I know I mentioned this before, but never before in my life have I met anyone quite as extraordinary as Gilbert Grissom…
TO BE CONTINUED: Sorry to end the chapter right here, but I can't upload the whole chapter for some reason. Please Read and Review and let me know what you think! More will come ASAP! (Including the rest of this chapter).
