Getting over Grissom

Chapter two

"So what do we have Grissom?" Sara reaches for the piece of paper in front of him.

"Paperwork." He turns well answering her, walking off towards his office.

"You're kidding me right?" She watches his back as he shrugs his shoulders. She just rolls her eyes and follows him.

"Okay, first things first." He says as he holds his office door open for her. "This is not a punishment." He points at his desk, closing the door behind them. "I'm buried in paperwork, and Catherine is out on case, I need help."

"Okay, where do I start?" Forcing herself to look away from him. She looks at the piles on his desk. "Do have some sort of system you are following."

"I did." He shrugs. "Until it got buried in paperwork." She glances up at to meet a boyish look of guilt.

"Okay we will start a new system, categories?" She raises an eyebrow, refusing to fall into his charms. "Crime scene files here, administration stuff here, and…" She question him. "What else will I find in here?"

"Bugs?" He gives her a smile.

"Dead?" She glares back, when her heart skips a beat.

"Invitation for speeches, seminars and things like that."

"Okay bugs go here." She drops a post-it on the spot. "Any other categories?"

"Personal." He juts out his chin in mock pride.

"Doesn't that fall under bugs." She smirks at him. He gives her a grin, that she only ever seen given to her. She rolls her eyes and writes a something on a post-it note. She adds a new category.

"Close personal bugs?" Grissom raises his eyebrows at the note. "Sounds good to me."

"Okay I'll sort, you go through the admin pile and get that stuff out of the way."

"Yes Ma'am" He gives her a salute, but watches her sit down at his desk and get right to work. He watches her, thinking to himself how beautiful she is. She looks up and glares at him. She tosses him a piece of paper. He takes it with a smile. Sitting down in one of his guest chairs, reading over some administrative timewaster.

"Don't tell me, Grissom is buried, and your are taking over as boss?" Warrick walks in the room smile at Sara, who is looking through a file, trying to make sense of someone's crime scene notes.

After hours of being confined to a desk Sara just glares. "My first honour will be to fire your ass, Brown. I'm having trouble with your notes here, I can't make out the cut was five or six inches long."

"Miss Chicken Scratch has a problem with the master?" He looks over his notes and says "look at the pic, it will answer all your questions."

"Yeah right Warrick, I'm just annoyed with being stuck on paperwork duty." She offers him an apologetic smile. "What's it like out in the field?"

"Boring, four DB, 20 rounds fired, no fun at all." He smirks trying to draw her out of her glum mood. "What are you in for?"

"She is not being punished. I needed a hand. Slow night, so I used her." Grissom walks in behind him. He smiles over at Sara. "Lunch."

"Food?" Sara gets up to take brown bag from Grissom. "Thanks." She heads off towards the break room, following Warrick.

"Hey… I thought we'd eat in here, work while we ate." He calls after her. Sara turns, glares and rolls her eyes.

"You are so not doing this!" She walks up to him glaring. "You think I'm not catching on to your game? Paperwork? Lunch?" She passes him the bag and grins. "I'm not falling for you again. That was ten years ago, Grissom. I'm not some gullible student anymore."

He gives a smirk. "I just thought you might be hungry. I know paperwork makes me hungry."

"Now you are quoting me?" She bites her lip trying not to smile.

"It makes sense." He holds up the bag. "If I recall correctly you had a ham sandwich? That wouldn't go over well with Miss Piggy there so, I changed it to jam."

"Funny Grissom, funny." She shake her head thinking back to their first meal together. It was the second day of his seminar at Berkley. She handed in a stack of papers for questions she'd come up with over night. She'd felt bad for taking over the class, the day before with her need for more knowledge. She'd given him the questions before class had started, he had just nodded and looked at her with a goofy grin. I fell in love with him at that moment. "Fine, lunch over paperwork." He smiled that stupid goofy grin.

"You know this doesn't change anything. I'm not your puppy dog you can kick around anymore." She pulls out a sandwich and starts to bury her nose in another file.

'I don't kick puppies." He looks at her confused. She just shakes her and motions him back to work.

Later Grissom is sitting alone in his office contemplating. She's over me? That doesn't explain why she blushed when I touched her arm. Maybe she is right, it is time for "this" to be over. Maybe now that she is over it, I 'll be able to put away my need to have her near me. I've tried before or did I just push her away so she wouldn't notice hw much she really means to me?

He looks up from his silent reverie to see Greg standing in front of him. "Hello Grissom are you in there somewhere?"

Annoyed Grissom answers. "I'm right here Greg, what can I do for you?"

"I need your John Hancock oh my time sheet." He answers holding out a piece of paper.

"Just drop it there." He mumbles, pointing to the now clear in basket.

"Close personal bugs? Well I new you were kinky but?" Greg raises an eyebrow.

"That was a category for sorting, nothing ended up there…" Grissom looks a little sad.

"Not hot little butterflies try to get into your collection."

"The butterflies as you so nicely put, would rather be free…" He goes back into his thoughts of Sara while Greg shakes his head and walks out.