Just To Hear You Say

By SidleChick and Sassy

Chapter 4

"Maybe Brass got tired of Catherine teasing him." Sara said as she hid her face behind the menu. She wasn't sure if he wanted anyone to see them. Together.

" Well, if they see us, they can't tell anyone, because we have dirt on them now. " He laughed a bit when he saw she was hiding behind a menu.

She laid the menu down and smiled at him. She didn't care who saw them. She knew that he was a private man. She wanted to tell the world that Gil Grissom finally asked her out and she'd said yes. "Griss, what am I going to do if I have to go to the restroom?" She asked sneakily. She wanted to see what brought Brass and Catherine out and dressed the way they were.

He smiled, " Well, you can shimmy on that tearas over there... " He teased. " Or... I can ball this napkin up, and throw it at her, maybe if she sees us, she won't want us to see her, and you won't have to be sneaky, cause they'll be sneaky? It's your options. " He laughed.

"How about I just go up there now and ask them point blank? Catherine would if she saw us eating together." Catherine and Sara weren't close, but she liked to think that Catherine would be happy for Grissom, her best friend.

"I guess you could do that... but I want to throw a napkin at her later. " He chuckled a bit at her expression

"Oh, Gil." She said as she rolled her eyes comically at him. "But what if you don't make it their table. They are a few tables back. People are between us."

" Then I'll blush and point at you. " He stated simply. As he started to ball up a napkin, she grabbed his wrist.

"If you know what is good for you, you'd rethink that option. I could make you wait six months before inviting you into my bed instead of tonight like I had planned." She put a hand over her mouth quickly. She hadn't meant to reveal that.

He figured she'd be embarrassed, so he played along. " But I really want to throw this at her... she deserves a balled up napkin thrown at her. " He teased, hoping she would feel better.

"Grissom." She hissed softly. She had just revealed something intimate with him and he joked. Her eyes fell to the table as she let his wrist go. "Do what you want." she said softly.

" Sara, I'm sorry, I was just trying to make you feel better... please don't be mad at me. " He was starting to panic, he didn't want her to leave.

A single tear escaped her and ran down her cheek. She didn't bother wiping it away. "I'm not mad."

He used his thumb to wipe the tear away. " I'm sorry Sara, will you forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt you. "

She looked up at him and smiled. His hand was still on her cheek. "I forgive you." She kissed his palm. "What happened to our waiter?"

He smiled. " Thank you. " He looked around. " I don't know, but, he's not getting a good tip if he doesn't hurry. "

"Yes, he will. This is our first date and no ONE is going to ruin it." Just then the waiter appeared.

"You ready, miss, or do you need a few more minutes?" He asked her.

"I would like the three cheese ravioli in the marinara sauce with a garden salad with ranch on the side. No carrots. I'm allergic." She told him.

He wrote it down and turned to Grissom. "And you, sir?"

"I'll have the Fettuccini Alfredo, garden salad, also with ranch on the side, and no onions please... and bring us you most expensive champagne please."

"Yes, sir." The waiter turned and left them to talk.

"I always get my dressing on the side because they always put way to much. I like a lot of lettuce and a little dressing." She said. "Why no onions?" She teased.

"Onions leave a bad taste in my mouth, and I never have liked them unless they are home grown."

"I thought it was because you didn't want to kiss me with onion breath?" She teased him

"Well, there is that too." He smiled.

The waiter returned minutes later and put their salads down in front of them. "No onions for you sir and no carrots for you, miss."

Grissom didn't like the waiter, he kept looking at Sara. " Thank you. " he said as nicely as he could.

She sensed something was wrong. "What's the matter, Griss?"

"I don't like him, he keeps looking at you." He said, looking at the waiter who was at another table.

"Well, don't worry. I'm not looking at him. I only have eyes for a blue-eyed science man." She said as she leaned across her salad and touched his bearded cheek.

He leaned into her cheek. "Thank you." He smiled.

She pulled her hand back to her lap and using her other hand she began eating her salad. They made small talk until the waiter returned with the bottle of champagne. He poured them both a glass.

"Your meals will be here shortly." He smiled at Sara before walking away.

Grissom waited until the waiter was walking away before he stuck his tongue out at him.

"Now that is adult like." She teased him. "Better behave, mister."

He laughed a bit and whined. "I don't want to behave. " He arched an eyebrow at her.

"The sooner we eat, the sooner we can go for that drive." She suggested waggling her eyebrows at him.

Brass was getting up from his table and was making his way to theirs. Sara had seen Catherine get up and go toward the restroom a minute before.

"Brass is on his way over here." Sara squeaked.

Before Grissom had a chance to speak, Brass was at their table. "Well, well, well. What have we got here?" He smiled at them. "So when did this happen?"

Sara interjected, "When did you and Catherine get chummy?"

He looked at Sara. "I told you I should have thrown the napkin..."

Brass looked from Grissom to Sara. "Me and Catherine are actually undercover. I asked you a question." He was looking at Sara like a father looked at a daughter. Sara only smiled at him. She would let Grissom handle this one.

"Undercover for what Brass, I didn't get a page?" He smirked a bit.

"A case from swing shift. None of your business actually. Well, Grissom?" He asked looking back toward his table.

"Well Brass, if you must know... I'm taking Sara on our first official date of many more to come... is that alright with you?" Grissom smiled at the look on his face.

"Yeah. You better behave like a gentlemen, Gil. I know how to hide a body, remember. Sara's, my girl, and I don't want you to hurt her." Brass had taken her as his own from day one. He knew that she had been in love with him forever, and didn't want the usually clueless man hurting her.

He looked over at Sara. "Except for the napkin throwing part, haven't I behaved?" He smiled.

"Like a true gentleman. You don't have to worry, Brass. I have wanted this forever." She said never taking her eyes off of Grissom.

Grissom smiled. "No need to fear Brass, Sara isn't going to be by herself anymore." He said, still looking at Sara.

Brass excused himself so that Catherine wouldn't interrupt their date.

"That wasn't too bad. Was it?" She asked once they were alone again.

"Not at all... um... will you tell me when you're ready to tell people?" He asked, hoping it would be soon, he wanted everyone to know that he was on love with a beautiful woman.

"Ready? I thought you weren't ready?" She said smiling at him.

"I'm ready whenever you are."

"I'm ready now. Since you asked me to dinner, I've been ready." She said smiling at him.

"Good." He took her hand, led her to the terrace and yelled at the top of his lungs to the people walking by. " I LOVE THIS WOMAN " He grabbed her and kissed her.