Getting over Grissom
Chapter Three
Her hair fell on his chest. Her lips burned against his collarbone. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. He groaned her name "Sara". Glowing brown eyes looked up into his, fire in them ,consuming him. Needing to feel the depth of the silky dark chocolate of her eyes, he reaches for her, taking her lips with his. He dives into her sweetness, becoming one with her.
"Hey Grissom! Do you have any assignments for us?"
"Ah Sara, ummm?" He grabs his coffee and takes a swig. It is cold but not cold enough to quench his need for her.
"Are you okay?" He finally meets her eyes. His blue eyes smoldering, Sara quickly looks away not to fall into the deep blue ocean.
"Chocolate, I'm craving chocolate, thick rich silky hot chocolate." He smiles in pleasure at his own thoughts.
"Okay." She looks at him as if he has lost his mind. She turns to walk out.
"Just imagine…" His voice stops her, and she listens. "What it would feel like to fall into a fondue pot of the richest dark chocolate, letting your body melt into the heat, your senses alive, the aroma haunting you, the silkiness beneath your hands! You can hear the chocolate bubbling, reaching for ultimate heat. Your eyes she the most beautiful shades of brown. And the taste… the sweetness on your lips, heaven" He speaks using a deep, husky voice barely breaking above a whisper. He looks into her eyes pulling her into his fantasy.
Sara wets her lips as she tries to calm her racing heartbeat. "Um… Grissom, I never guessed you for a chocolate lover."
"It was love at first sight."
"Don't you mean taste?"
"I haven't tasted, yet." He smiles at her. "But my craving is becoming unbearable."
"What exactly are you talking about?" Sara just looks at him.
"I have just figured this out myself." He smiles at her as he walks past. "Are you coming Sara?"
She stands there looking confused. Trying to use some formula, to figure out what he just said, and if it was about her. "Yeah" she turns and follows him out.
"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen." Grissom's greeting receives questioning looks from all four investigators sitting in the room. When they don't find the answers on Grissom, they turn and look at Sara. She shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head.
"Cath, take our little blonde friend here, to the strip, keep your eyes on him. You've got a dead body on the side of the road."
"Cool! Shiny lights and a body."
"Watch him, Cath." He hands her a slip of paper.
"Can I talk to you before I head out. " Catherine tries to get the goods on his good mood.
"We'll catch up when you get back. Your body is being photographed as we speak, by tourists."
"Later." She heads out, Greg in tow.
"Nick, Warrick, You each have your own db. Warrick, yours is in Henderson, home invasion gone bad. Nicky, trick roll, gone very bad." The head out with a joke between the two of them.
"Sara." He turns to her, with a smirk.
"You say paperwork and I will create my own crime scene." She threatens. "I think arson, maybe. A sleeping man buried in his own paperwork."
"Better than paperwork, even better than arson." He gives her a flirty smile. "You've got bugs."
"What?" She looks stunned. "You've caught up on your paperwork, why don't you collect your own insects."
"Sara Sidle turning down an opportunity to learn something new?" He gives her a wide eyed look. "You've got lead, I'll just shadow."
"You're joking right?"
"Would I joke about bugs?"
"Let's go." She grabs the slip of paper out of his hands, eyes glowing with excitement.
"Wait!" He holds her back lightly touching her arm. "You're going to need some extra specimen jars and some food for them. The little friends will need a snack, and some of them are carnivorous."
"I'll get the jars, you get some tasty treats." She smiled at him.
"Yes boss." Grissom smiles with a mock salute. Sara just shakes her head.
Later at the scene the two investigators are leaning over a body crawling with creatures. Sara can't help but be distracted by his closeness. And his excitement is contagious. She watches him for a moment, waiting for instructions from her own personal entomology professor.
"Here, collect a couple of these ones live." He points out a small beetle, holding a specimen jar lid open for her to drop in the insects. He lifts the jar up to get a better look. "You've got some nice ones here. Now take one of the same species and preserve in the hot water, to preserve the age at find."
"You really love this stuff don't you?" She smiles, watching the smile on his face.
"Bugs are predictable." He holds up the beetle for her to look at. "Egg, larva, pupa, and adult, then they die. The follow a know path and they don't deviate."
"Humans are born, grow, mate, and die." She watches his face; something in his eyes intrigues her.
"Add to that, human emotions and free will, and everything changes."
"You mean, if they can live without emotions, everything else will make sense?" He meets her eyes for a moment, and then passes her another specimen jar. So how is it different? I live by and express my emotions, you have none. We are both in the same place, without a family, alone, living for work."
"I do have feelings, but I don't choose to live by them."
"And mine cloud everything I do?" She grits her teeth; trying to bite back some of the bitterness and anger she wants to show.
"Sara…" Grissom sighs. The topic switching into something he isn't ready to talk about. "Your bug is crawling away, with evidence." He offers an emotionless smile as he tries to pull them back on track at work.
Sara frowns shaking her head. She picks off the bug with a hair stuck to one of it's wings. She is about to say "Tweeze me." but he is already has tweezers and a bindle in hand. Back to work Sidle, he is just trying to confuse you again.
In the Denali on the way back to the lab, Sara heart misses a beat, when Grissom ask "Do you have any plans for today?"
"Ah, no… why?" she swallows hard, trying to calm herself.
"Our friends here are going to take all day to process." He answers her, as if unaware of the tension surrounding them.
"Gil!" Cath calls down the hall.
"I've got bugs…" He answers her trying to walk back towards the layout room where he and Sara were set up.
"What is going on with you? Do you want breakfast? We haven't caught up in a long time."
"I don't have time." He says distractedly "I'm working on a timeline… with Sara."
"What is going on between the two of you?"
"It's called work. We all don't come here for fun." He tries to move away again.
"Like you're not having any fun with Sara,… and bugs."
"I guess I have nothing to complain about?" He gives her a flirty smile.
"Right." She smiles at him, seeing right through him. "Play nice and share the bugs."
He smiles and walks away. He stops outside the layout room for a moment, watching Sara. She is looking through the microscope at something. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, one piece falling across her cheek. I would love to brush the off her cheek, and kiss the skin beneath it. She is so beautiful. What if she finally says good bye? Now that she is over me, maybe she'll leave. She tried to leave before, I could stop her leaving me last time, but I doubt a plant will keep her here this time. I brought her for the lab, Be honest Gil, you brought her here for you. How do I keep her here?
"Hey" Sara smiles at him and his heart melts. "I've got something I need you to look at. He moves to stand close to her, and look down the scope. He can feel the warmth of the closeness which makes him a little nervous.
"Sara, it's a Musca domestica," He gives her a smile not wanting to squash her excitement. "a common housefly."
"I know that." She rolls her eyes. "The colours, how can something so ordinary, be so beautiful?"
"Welcome to the world of entomology." He gives her a smile that stops her heart. You haven't seen my butterfly collection." He speaks as if it is a common thing to see.
"The walls of your condo? I caught a glimpse of it during the strip strangler case."
"Why don't you come over and have a closer look." He watches for her reaction. "I'll make dinner. We'll make a night of it?"
"You are inviting me?" She looks stunned. "You're inviting me over for dinner?" She watches his face for some sign of a cruel joke. He just looks like he is patiently waiting for an answer. "Why not? I'll bring dessert."
"I like chocolate." He smiles innocently.
"I've got that Grissom."