Haunted Christmas Chapter Three
G/S
"Oh, nowhere," said Catherine. "But you know about that house a few miles out in the desert where they had that suspicious suicide a few years back? And another suicide before that?"
Grissom nodded, looking puzzled. He had assumed that the conversation was about a bug convention that had come up at the last minute, and this came as a slight surprise to him. "What about it? I was thinking about going out there tonight or tomorrow night since I can't work."
Catherine managed to smother the grin that was threatening to break free. "Well, Sara, it looks like you have someone to go with you."
Grissom's face went from almost a smile at the thought of spending time with Sara to a deer-in-headlights expression when he realized that this would involve being alone with Sara in a possibly haunted house. He was also a little nervous about being around Sara because although they had regained a semblance of friendship, they were still far from their old closeness.
Sara, seeing the look flit across his face, simply snapped, "Well, I can go by myself, it's not like Grissom has to go to do the whole 'protect the CSI' routine since I'm not on duty."
Catherine, seeing what might be about to happen, quickly left the room. Nick and Warrick followed, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.
"Look, if you don't want to go investigate the house with me, that's totally fine," Grissom said. "But I'm going to be there tomorrow night around six or so when it starts to get dark."
Sara sighed. Every time she thought she was almost over him, something he did or said brought it all back. "That's okay," she said, almost in defeat. "I guess I'll see you there around six, then."