CHAPTER THREE; not that bad
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Grissom quite literally threw himself down in a chair in the break room.
"How are you doing?" It was Catherine. She was sitting next to him, going through some report, but as always she wasn't particularly interested in that.
At first he was about to give her a 'shut up' but managed to recognize the sincerity behind her question just in time.
"I've done better." He said after a while
"Uhm, I know it's none of my business, but have you talked to Sara?"
"As if you've ever cared what is your business and what's not and yes – I have talked to her" he said quickly, but regretted his harsh tone, gave her a smile and a "sorry".
She shrugged her shoulders, "it's okay.. what did you say? And what did she say?"
"Ehm, different things.."
"Different things! Interesting."
"I don't know! ..we are okay, though"
"Are you sure? Is she okay too, or do you just assume she is? You know.." she started, but was interrupted by a grisly-looking Sara in search for coffee.
Catherine smirked, and was out of the room in about two seconds winking knowingly to an insanely annoyed Grissom
"Let me guess – she said you should talk to me, and when you said you had she assumed you'd screwed it up" she said purring coffee in a large mug.
"Something like that" he said, smiling. "But I wouldn't say it's not an educated guess of what could have happened".
She smiled, shrugged and slowly opened her mouth to say something, but was cut short by Grissom.
"And you are sure you're okay..?"
"Yes I am"
"Good .. I, uhm.."
"What?" she sighed
He grinned, "I was just thinking about.. the thing you claimed happened.."
"The thing I claimed happened?"
"Well do you have any evidence that can support your theory – or any witnesses for that matter?"
"Myself? .. and I'm not sure if this counts.." she rolled down her turtleneck blouse to reveal the giant hickey she'd discovered the same morning.
At first he was a sceptic, not really agreeing that a hickey could prove anything, but then he burst out in laughter.
"What?" she grinned
"I gave you a hickey?" he asked sarcastically "A hickey? I don't think I've done that since 5th grade – and even that the girl was pissed".
"Well, either that or I.. fell?"
They both laughed a little and Grissom got up and studied it closer. When he lightly toughed her neck she shivered, but tried to hide it with a big smile as he looked at her. He gently let go again and looked down on the floor.
"Exactly how bad was it?" he said quietly, "and what happened.. exactly? I mean, I don't want the embarrassing details. Hell no. But I mean; when, where, who and why?"
"It wasn't so bad. Again.. it was quite funny and.. well, it wasn't so bad" she gave him a sincere smile and continued, "it was last night, surprise, I have absolutely no idea of when exactly and it was in the men's bathroom at the second floor"
"classy" he interrupted sarcastically
"Indeed, and don't worry. Nobody saw us getting out. I think! Anyway, I guess you know who, I hope you know who – and why? I don't know. We were both drunk, we had fun and I think we figured it was the appropriate thing to do after taking our clothes of"
He laughed loudly at her last comment, but stopped again just as quickly.
"And ehm, it wasn't your fault – in case you were wondering" she looked down at her toes, " I may have used the situation – a little"
"That must have been quite the disappointment, huh?" he said sardonically
"Not really. As I said; not too bad. The only thing I'm disappointed with is the fact that you cannot remember it" their eyes finally met
"I'm really sort of disappointed too" he said gently, "it's not every day I get to kiss a Sara Sidle" he gave her hand a gentle squeeze and then turned around and walked out of the break room. Leaving Sara alone cursing violently about why he always did that to her.
Yet she couldn't help but smile..
To be continued