A/N: Soo... Part three is up! Please don't forget to R&R, I need your input! Also, let me know if you think my chapters are too short. I keep them this short so I can easily update often. Hope you enjoy reading this next chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Lynn
Gil strode to his car. By the time he had gotten in and started the engine, Sara had already left. He knew where she lived and steered the car through the rushhour traffic that filled even the tiniest streets in Vegas. When he arrived at her building she was casually leaning against her car. She was wearing sunglasses and she looked good.
"Ready for Sara breakfast?" she teased.
"Yep!" Gil smiled, and he followed her inside.
Once upstairs she swung the door open. Her apartment seemed a lot happier now than it had a few weeks ago, when Joni Mitchell songs had set the ambiance.
She sat him down at the counter, and grabbed the things she needed from shelves, kitchen cabinets and of course the fridge.
"There was one nice thing about foster homes." she suddenly said. "There was this one where there were six of us. Two boys, four girls including me. Our fostermom was a tall redhaired woman we called 'Miss Daisy', because she loved daisies, and on sunday mornings she used to gather us around the kitchen table and she'd bake lots and lots of pancakes. We'd eat them with butter and maple syrup, and we'd have big glasses of orange juice, which we'd squeezed ourselves, taking turns. That was probably the only good thing, you know. But I cherish it."
Grissom listened in silence.
"Unfortunately, after only a few months there, foster care came and split us all up. Something to do with unpaid taxes. Those were probably the happiest months of my life. The first few months without my brother wetting the bed at night and my mother crying after yet another encounter with my dad's fists. Weird thing is, y'know, my parents ran a B&B, and no one ever noticed. Or maybe they did notice, but they just didn't care enough to do something. Thought we'd figure it out by ourselves."
"I never realized how rough it must've been on you." Grissom admitted softly. "You seem like such a strong woman. Even after you told me about your mother I didn't see how much you were hurt in all of this. Guess I deserve the jackass-of-the-century-award, don't you think?"
"I don't know about that..." Sara hesitated while she was flipping a pancake. "I think emotions just aren't on your radar most of the time."
"Still... You could have used a shoulder..." Grissom said. He felt so guilty about not giving Sara what she needed from him, it almost ate him alive.
"Hmm... At least it would have been a very broad shoulder..." She glanced at his black polo-shirt, covering the topic of their conversation.
Grissom noticed her stare and he blushed. This was exactly why he didn't want to have dinner with her in the first place.
"Tell me more Sara." he said.
"Well... What more is there to tell? Except for the fact that these pancakes are really delicious." she smiled. "Oh by the way. Would you mind squeezing some of those oranges?"
There was just enough space for the two of them in Sara's small kitchen. At least if they tried not to move to much. Sara flipped another pancake, but she tossed it too high in to the air to catch it properly in her pan. She darted backwards, not thinking about the fact that Grissom was standing right behind her.
In a reflex Grissom turned around quickly, spilling orangejuice all over the kitchen floor, Sara and himself, and he caught Sara and the pancake.
"Oh God I'm so sorry!" Sara stammered. "I didn't mean to bump in to you like that and now you're covered in orange juice!"
"So this is what you mean by a Sara breakfast?" Gil asked lightly.
Sara tried to release herself from his arms, but he didn't let her. "Your hair is dripping with it too by the way." He softly wiped some of the juice out of her hair.
Sara gazed into his eyes. Knowing all to well that those feelings that were rushing through her body at the moment were wrong. Very wrong! When his eyes met hers once again, her heart skipped a beat. He had such amazing blue eyes. Her eyes darted from them, to his lips and back. God, those lips seemed so soft!
Slowly Gil dipped his head down and kissed her. He gave her soft little kisses on those beautiful lips of hers, pulling her even closer to him than she already was. Finally he gave her a small kiss on the nose, leaned back and sighed. She looked at him with such vulnerability in her eyes, such love. "I don't want to get hurt by you Sara." he whispered as he closed his eyes. "That is the main reason I've been able to resist you for such a long time. What do you see in me?"
What will happen next? Was their romantic encounter a one-time-thing or will Grissom finally come to his senses! Watch out for the next chapter of: Another Sidle to the story!