Thank you soooo much everyone who has read and reviewed this story. This is my first fanfiction, so I'm still a little nervous.
Chapter Thirteen
Dutifully preparing dinner, Grissom couldn't help but envision a beautiful Sara Sidle wet in his Jacuzzi. He imagined her silky, dark hair dripping wet; a single water drop would tumble down her lovely back, slowly making it's way past her shapely bottom, finally traveling down the back of her stunning, long legs. How he longed to be that water drop. He fantasized about slowly and softly touching every inch of her gorgeous body; starting with her feet and gently making his way north, careful not to miss one inch.
The buzzing of the oven timer brought him out of his trance, 'I can't seem to get a hold of myself. I need a diversion; think I'll turn on some music before I burn dinner.'
Grissom settled on the "Soft, Relaxing Songs of Yesterday and Today" station and was amused at the song that was playing:
I've been alone with you inside my mind…And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a Thousand times. I sometimes see you pass outside my door…Hello, is it me your Looking for. I can see it in your eyes…I can see it in your smile…You're all I ever Wanted…My arms are open wide…Cause you know just what to say…And you know Just what to do…And I want to tell you so much…I love you…
With a shake of his head, and a smirk on his face, Grissom turned the volume up a bit, and went back to finish dinner; all the while, singing along with the ballads that were droning out of the speakers.
Going over his mental checklist, there were only 2 things left to do: take the bread out of the oven, and uncork the wine. 'Wait…I've only ever seen her drink beer; what if she doesn't like wine? What if she thinks I'm trying to make this too romantic with wine and candles? Yea, I'll ditch the candles, and turn the lights back up.' Hurriedly, he blew out the candles. 'Why am I a so nervous? Just ask her if wine is ok, I have beer in the fridge if she prefers. Water, I bet she'll want water as well.' Grissom fetched two water glasses, filled them with a bottle of spring water, and decided to relight the candles and turn the lights back down. 'How about I stop analyzing every little detail and just relax. Just listen to the music and finish setting up dinner.'
TBC
Can't you just see a nervous Grissom making dinner, and singing along to cheesy songs on the radio. I think that underneath his unemotional facade, Grissom is actually a romantic. I have written him that way.