Getting Over Grissom
Chapter Four
After almost a full triple, Sara finally was able to go home. She put her head down on her pillow and thought about Grissom. What is he doing? Is he just pulling me back in because I said I was over him? Is this way of saying he never had any feelings for me? We can be friends now that I don't love him anymore? Why do I care what he thinks? What the heck was that chocolate thing about? Was he talking about me? He hinted at it? What is he doing? Is he just playing with my head. Sara, hey, Sara! It doesn't matter you don't have feelings for him anymore!
"Yeah right!" She buries her head in her pillow, frustrated and unable to sleep for the questions going through her mind. Dinner at his place? Dinner with Grissom? Is he effected by my change of heart? Is he being hurtful or just being Grissom? Does he have any idea what he does to me? Her eyes heavy see closes them to visions of Grissom. Him staring into her eyes, tasting her skin, his voice whispering her name. She sits up and throws her pillow across the room. No more! She flops back, falling into a deep sleep with a smile on her face.
Grissom walks into his townhouse and starts to clean, wanting everything to be perfect for Sara. Sara is coming here, to my home. He smiles nervously to himself. What should I make for her? Something vegetarian of course. I wonder if Mom has any ideas? Should I call her? No, you'll just get her hopes up. She's your mother she has the best intentions for you. She has already planned your wedding, if I tell her Sara is coming to dinner, she'll start planning for Grandchildren. He shakes his head and smiles. You've got to love mothers. I was going to make that lasagne this weekend, maybe I'll try making it without meat? Okay, get that started. Should I move my collection out to the living room, or should I let Sara see my bedroom. Sara in my bedroom? Sara Sidle in my bed? He smiles and shrugs his shoulders. I need to change my sheets. He starts to strip the bed fighting off mental images of Sara curled up there. "Do you want to sleep with me?" She was hurting, she was just making a point. I've answered that question, yes a million times in my dreams. Oh Sara, did you really mean it, or do I have a chance still?
After hours of making sure everything is perfect, he sits down dust rag in hand. He falls asleep sitting there, nervous and excited about having Sara totally to himself.
Sara pulls into the one of the spaces provided for guests outside Grissom's building. She sits in place, checking her reflection in the rear-view mirror. She'd taken extra time and care with her make-up and hair, she made sure she hadn't chewed off her all lipstick nervously. It is just dinner with my boss, at his home, it's not like it's a date, or anything. Or is it? Damn it Grissom, why are you so confusing? She laughs at herself and climbs out of the car. As she climbs the stairs to his door, she tries to calm the butterflies flapping like mad in her stomach.
Holding dessert in one hand, Sara takes a deep breath and knocks lightly on the door. She waits nervously as the door remains closed. Maybe he forgot? Typical Grissom. She knocks again more loudly. She heart skips a beat when a light comes on, on the other side of the door, just before the door swings open.
"Sara?" Grissom asks with sleepy eyed surprise.
"I'm sorry did I wake you?" She asks trying to hide her disappointment. "I thought you invited me to dinner tonight?"
"I did - I mean we are-- of course." He tries to make a complete sentence while looking stunned to see her on his doorstep. "Come in, please." He steps back letting her pass. He looks her over and a look of pleasure crosses his face. "You look great!" The compliment falls easily from his lips as he gazes over her again. She's wearing and outfit not unlike what she would wear to work, but a little shinier. And a little shorter t-shirt showing more skin at her midriff. So tempting to touch. His hand lingers about a inch away as he guides her into his living room.
"You look slept in." She smiles taking in his bare toes, sweatpants and stained t-shirt. He blushes a deep crimson.
"I-I fell asleep, on the sofa, I mean this morning." He shakes his head trying to clear it. "I had everything ready, I was almost ready…" He gives her a clueless smile. "Give me ten minutes."
"No problem Grissom." Sara smiles, at the sleepy boy look his is still wearing. "Where can I put dessert?"
His eyebrow raises up, and he smirks. "Chocolate?" He wets his lips. "Kitchen through there, make yourself at home." He walks off in the other direction with a smile on his face.
Sara grimaces when she opens the fridge. Jars of specimens cover two of the three shelves. She thankful it doesn't smell as bad as the break room fridge does when he leaves some of his little experiments in there. She closes the fridge before she can find anything creepier then a jar full of maggots.
"Yuck" She shakes herself He needs a separate fridge for that stuff, if I lived here… Sara stop that thought now, it is just dinner. Making excuses for exploring his kitchen she brews a pot of coffee. She finds a pretty normal assortment of ingredients for a very complex man. She smiles as she hears the water shut off. Grissom standing there dripping wet, wearing nothing. She pours herself a cup of coffee and sits at the breakfast bar, flipping through a forensics magazine.
"Anything interesting in there?" He asks five minutes later.
"Not really, I read this one at home already." She turns around on the stool and her mouth drops open. He is standing there looking gorgeous. She looks at him from head to toe. From his shiny black dress shoes to his damp curls. He has dressed himself in dark grey dress pants, and a blue button up dress shirt. The tie is a few shades darker then the shirt, matching his eyes, which are watching her as she checks him out. "Wow!" It's the only word she lets squeak out.
He blushes seeing her approval. "Did I take to long?"
"You are worth the wait." She smiles.
"Can I get you anything?" He asks moving behind the breakfast bar towards the coffee pot. She shakes her head and shows him her own cup.
"I put the dessert in the fridge, will it be okay in there?" He looks at her confused. "It looks like someone's nightmare in there."
"It's clean." He opens the door to see what she talking about. "What's wrong with it?"
"You know most people would consider a maggot free fridge, as a good idea."
"They're meat eaters, your dessert is safe, besides they are in a sealed container." Sara just raises her eyebrows, in wonder. "I'll put the lasagne in the oven, it will be ready in about forty minutes. Then we will start the tour."
"Sounds good to me." He leads her to a framed case showing the lifecycle of a butterfly. "This is a great butterfly."
"Actually it is a moth." He corrects her.
"But it's so beautiful. I though moths were dull brown creatures. How can you tell the difference?" He smiles at her enthusiasm.
"Butterflies have slender, smooth bodies." He winks, "not unlike yourself. "Moths of plump, fuzzy bodies." Scratching the beard on his chin he smiles. "Their antennae are different as well, if you will look at this one here there is a knob on them, compared to the feather like antennae of the moth over there."
"So that makes these ones butterflies." She moves to the next one.
"Yes, and they are beautiful." He looks at her, watching her smile. "So are you."
"Which one is your favourite?" Her voice cracks a little, trying to step around his compliment. He just smiles. He puts his hand on her back, she shivers at the warmth against her bare skin. He guided her down the hall.
"Sara, I'd like you to meet my other sara, Heliconius Sara. Isn't she beautiful." His heart does a flip flop as they walk into his room. She walks forward to get a closer look.
"That blue is amazing." He stands close behind her, and points out the wings. He leans he's lips near her ear and speaks, using a calm voice, that defies his racing heart.