Sara mumbled incoherently as she slowly started to wake up.
She threw the large throw blanket that had been covering her up across the room and stumbled the few feet to her kitchen.
Even though her head was pounding, she rifled through her kitchen looking for a pan to cook eggs in.
"Ugh, I really should clean once and a while," She said to herself.
She slammed the last cupboard door with a groan but smiled when she saw the red light on her answering machine was blinking.
Carefully, she plopped down on the couch.
"Do I really want to hear what he has to say?" She debated.
"You've lost it. You don't even know if it's him!"
Sara laughed as she pressed the play button.
"Sara, it's Grissom. I just wanted to check on you. And see if you would like to go out with me again. I promise, I won't make you talk about anything you don't want to. Bye."
As the message ended, Sara's smile spread even farther across her face.
She glanced at her watch and saw it was almost three o'clock; She had slept much longer than she had intended.
Excitedly, she picked up the phone and called Gil back.
"Griss, it's Sara. I would love to go out with you. Okay, see you at 7, again. Bye."
Sara ran off to her bedroom to pick her outfit.
She hadn't noticed that she had another message.
Grissom's House
Gil sat down at his kitchen table, paper in hand.
"Where the hell am I going to take her? Dinner two nights in a row would seem like I'm trying to fatten her up. Probably wouldn't hurt, as skinny as she is," He pondered.
"Maybe to the movies. I wonder if she's an Orlando Bloom fan," Gil said aloud. "Probably not."
"Just call and ask her what she wants to do!"
Slowly, he picked up his phone and dialed Sara's number. After six rings, he decided he would just have to choose something. She would either like it or not.
Catherine's Office
Catherine sipped her coffee slowly; As long as she had been a CSI, she hadn't gotten used to the liquid people called 'coffee' that was found in the break room.
She set down her paper cup and silently wondered how things had gone with Sara and Grissom's date.
Smiling, she grabbed her cell phone and dialed Sara's number.
"Hello?" Sara asked.
"Sara, hi! It's Catherine! How did your date go?"
"Wow, you get right to the point. It was… a disaster. But he's taking me out again tonight to make up for it!" Sara enthusiastically shared.
"Really? That's great! What have you picked out to wear?"
Catherine was as eager as Sara for this relationship to happen. Not only did Warrick owe her $50 if it worked out, but Grissom and Sara had this certain… chemistry that. She had never seen two people work so well together.
"Well," Sara started, jolting Catherine from her thoughts. "I'm not sure what we're doing. So I have no idea what to wear."
Catherine sighed.
"Okay, how about those really nice jeans? The one that aren't faded?" Sara giggled. Almost all of her jeans became faded the week after she bough them, simply because of her job.
"And the long sleeved shirt with the snowflake on the front. That'd look so great! And tennis shoes. You have enough to think about on a date, so why add the pain of heels?" Catherine smiled, clearly happy with herself.
"I don't know how you do it. It'll look so good! But what if we go out to dinner?"
Catherine's face turned from smiling to thinking.
"Trust me, guys never take a girl out to dinner two nights in a row. They think we'll think they're trying to make us fatten up."
"Okay, Cath. Thanks! You're a life saver!"
Catherine closed her phone and was glad for the moments of bonding that seemed to be going on between them.
She smiled as her phone rang.
"Cath, I need help. I'm taking Sara out again tonight, but I don't know what to do. Not dinner again; Never dinner two nights in a row. Please help?"
Catherine smiled.
"Okay. Well how about…"
Sara's Apartment
Sara glanced down at her watch.
"6:55? Man, time flies."
She put on her jacket, being very careful not to mess up her hair. She hadn't done anything special to it; She just didn't want anything to mess this date up.
The doorbell ran and Sara ran to the door.
"Hi!" She eagerly greeted.
"Hey, sorry I'm late. I had something I had to take care of and I got held up," Gil responded.
"Late? You're five minutes early!"
Gil pulled back his coat sleeve to look at his watch.
"Oh. Well then, sorry I'm early," He flashed a grin that almost made Sara turn into a puddle.
"It's fine, really. So, what are we doing?"
Grissom smiled once again.
"I thought I'd let you pick."
A mock-shocked look crossed Sara's face.
"Me? Really? Whoa! I'm not really sure. Movies? Oh, would you like to go to my favorite place to eat?"
"It's up to you," Gil replied.
"Okay, let's hit the diner first. Then we can go to the movies. I'll pay!"
Gil slowly put his hand on Sara's waist; She almost pulled away when she remember that he didn't know her secret.
"It's okay," She thought. "He won't hurt you. He loves you."
"No, I'll pay. I asked you out on this date," Gil said with another smile.
Gil guided Sara out the door.
Their talking and laughing could be heard as they walked down the hallway.
The red light on Sara's answering machine still blinking.