Never To Late 6/12
It was the end of shift on Thursday morning Grissom, Sara and Catherine were walking into the parking lot. He was going to leave Catherine in charge for the weekend and Grissom was really looking forward to spending the weekend with Sara.
They had a flight out that night at six that way they had time to settle into their hotel before Grissom's first speech at nine on Friday morning. Grissom considered himself lucky he only had to attend three functions. He was to give a speech at two of them and he was going to review a speech Mark was giving as a favor.
The rest of the weekend he was going to spend making Sara a very happy woman. Life couldn't get any better.
"You packed yet?" Grissom asked as they reached her car.
"Yeah, I'm a low maintenance girl. It's a vacation for me. Swimsuit and just some relaxed clothes."
A look of horror came across his face. He had forgotten to tell her.
"Uh, Sara ... I forgot to tell you. Saturday night they always have formal dinner for all the speakers and well ... "
"Grissom, I don't even own a dress! Let alone a formal one!" she exclaimed.
"I am so sorry I just forgot all about it."
"No problem honey! Give me a couple of hours and we will find you a dress!" Catherine chipped in.
"Errrrrr!" Sara sighed, throwing her hands around Grissom's neck to choke him.
"No time for that now Sara. We have a dress to find!" Catherine said pulling Sara's arms from Grissom's neck.
"Anything else you forgot to tell me?" Sara asked with her hands on her hips.
He looked down at the floor feeling incredibly guilty.
"What?" Sara demanded.
Seeing Grissom squirm Catherine decided to help him out.
"There is a dance contest at the dinner. I went with him a couple of years back. You don't have to participate or anything, but it is expected that the speakers attend. It's kinda fun actually." Catherine said.
"Sara, I'm so sorry," he said taking her hand.
"Come on honey, we can take my car and I'll drop you back here on my way home," Catherine said walking to her car.
"You're just lucky I love you," she said giving him a quick kiss.
"Yes I am," he said kissing her forehead, "I'll pick you up at 3:45 okay? That way we have plenty of time."
"Okay," she sighed "but I was looking forward to spending the morning with you before we left."
"Me too it's my fault thou …"
They were interrupted by the sound of Catherine's horn.
"I guess I'll see you later then," Sara said
"Sooner rather than later."
He watched her walk to Catherine's car. As she reached the door, she turned around and smiled at him.
"Girl you got it bad!" Catherine commented.
"Bad never felt this good," she said hoping into the car
Both woman laughed as Catherine started the car and made their way to find the perfect dress.
Sara's House 3:30
It had only taken Sara two hours to find a dress. Catherine wanted one that showed more skin, but Sara choose one that was elegant but not trashy. She also picked out a couple of more relaxed dresses to surprise Grissom if they went anywhere. She was laying on her couch waiting for Grissom to get there.
They had not been together that long but she already missed him. She had been so busy with Catherine on a rape case that she barely saw Grissom at work. Let alone outside the lab. Since the night he took her to the amusement park they had spent probably about 20 minutes together but it was all work related.
She had just shut her eyes when she heard a knock at the door. When she opened the door her face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Hey Gri…" she couldn't finish her statement.
He stepped forward and grabbed her neck pulling her towards him. He kissed her with such a passion that it made her knees weak. His tongue mingled with hers as she clutched his waist for balance. Her hands moved up his back to grip his shoulders. His hands moved cascading down her arms to settle around her waist. They both pulled away completely breathless.
"I've been wanting to do that for so long. Sara, you okay?"
"That was ... you literely made my knees weak. I'm just ... speechless," she breathed.
He kissed her again. This time more gentle and tender.
"We better get going. Where's your stuff?" he said trying to move away from her.
She held onto him as she kicked her foot out to tap the suitcases. She pulled him down to her as she kissed him again.
"I love that I can do this now. Just reach up and kiss you. But the bad thing is once I start I find it hard to stop," she kissed him again.
"I want nothing more than to stand here and kiss you all day, but we have to check in and…"
"Kill joy! You're no fun. Alright let's go." she said as he grabbed her bags and walked out the door.
American Airlines Flight 619
"First class Grissom ... wow!" Sara said
"What can I say, they love me!"
"They're not the only ones," she leaned into him placing a kiss on his lips.
"I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am. How happy you make me," he said tracing her cheek with his finger.
She smiled and placed her head on his shoulder. As she slipped her arm though his, he laced their fingers together. He placed a kiss on her head as the flight attendant came up to them.
"Can I get you folks anything?"
"Water for me ... Sara?"
"Same," she replied.
"No problem ... let me guess ... newlyweds?" she asked.
"Oh, um ... " Sara started
"I can always tell the newlyweds on our Vegas flights," the flight attendant said.
"We've have never been happier," Grissom said turning his head to kiss Sara.
"How cute. I love it!" she said leaving to get their drinks.
"What was that about?" she asked.
"What? I didn't lie. I just didn't correct her. Besides, I didn't want to hurt her feelings."
"You are to funny." she said kissing him.
The kiss however lasted longer than either one of them intended it too.
"I'm so sorry ... excuse me," the attendant said setting down their waters. "I'm not going to have to watch you guys am I? You might be the couple we all keep our eyes on just to make sure you both don't use the lavatory at the same time if you get my drift." she said jokingly.
"No, not a long enough flight. Besides, I hear it's over rated in every aspect. Right hun?" Grissom said.
Sara just glared at him, blushing.
"To cute!" the flight attendant replied.
"Isn't she?" he said kissing her
The flight attendant just giggled and walked off.
Sara smacked his arm as he busted up laughing.
"Oh, that reminds me," he said reaching under the seat. He opened his carry on and pulled out a magazine. "The page is marked with that little post it," he finished handing it to her.
She read the title of the magazine and couldn't believe the article that was marked
Applied Psychodynamics in Forensic Science Magazine
"Euphoria Increasing Experiences "