Sara
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I know I've had trouble in the lovin' department. I make no secret of it. I've had a long list of failures, not the least of which include Skank, that doctor from Desert Palm, and not to mention the ever distant Gil Grissom, on whom I've given up. I can honestly say that the only positive male influence in my life right now is Jim. He's always been there for me, even when I'm all weepy over some poor loser. He never tells me "I told you so" or anything like that. I know I don't make the best decisions in life, most of the time I screw up royally, but for some reason he's always there to catch me when I fall. Ever since I moved here to Vegas he's been there for me. Sometimes I think he's charged himself with seeing to the betterment of my welfare, emotionally and otherwise.
As I stand here in the lab going through my kit, fishing out bindles and other evidence from this most recent scene, I can feel his eyes on me. Though I'm not looking, I know he's there. Have you ever got that feeling that you're being watched and when you turn around all you can do is smile at who's watching you. That's how I feel about Jim. I know he likes me. I can feel it in every touch, every whisper and every look he gives me. In his eyes I see something that was lacking in all the other men in my life; respect and dare I say adoration. I might be wrong, it wouldn't be the first time, but this time I don't think I am.
I remember when I first met Jim, it was right after his demotion and he was, to tell the truth, a little bitter. But like the plump, sexy man that he is, he bounced back and came to accept his position. He was sitting in his office, pouring over case files and It was my week. Grissom sent me to the precinct to deliver something to him and his office door being open, I couldn't tell who he was. I knocked on the jamb and he lifted his head up. I had never seen more beautiful blue eyes in my life and his smile…………..well, to this day, all he has to do is flash a smile and I immediately turn to goo inside. There's just something about his teeth and the way his cheeks plump up that just drives me wild. I'll admit that from first sight he has occupied my thoughts in some way or another. Iknow he's older than I am, he's got at least twenty years or so on me, but there's something to be said for older men. Usually they're more mature and settled into their ways.
Standing in his doorway I asked if he could direct me to Jim Brass's office and with a smile, he got up and motioned for me to follow him. We walked through the halls to the break room where he got some coffee for himself and offered me some, which I took. From there we walked back to his office and as he sat down at his desk, he moved the stack of files from in front of his desk name plate. Feeling like a fool of the highest degree, I just blushed and sat down, files in my lap, sipping at my coffee. His elbows on his desk and his fingers laced, he smiled and asked how he could help me. I handed him the files and got up, thanking him for the coffee and left the room, my heart racing from the smile he shot me as I left.
When I returned to the lab he was on my mind the rest of the day. Who was he? I knew who he was in name, but what I wanted to know who he was inside. Was he the horrible little troll that I'd heard him referred to as? From what I had just seen, the troll comment was far from the truth, quite the contrary. He seemed to be a pleasant man with an amazing smile and a nice body for someone his age. I found the first CSI I could find and made my enquiries. Luckily it was Greg that I found and quickly discovered that he was the king of interoffice gossip. He filled me in on Jim's failed marriage, his demotion and other stuff like his likes and dislikes such as food, off hour activities and other things. It was the following day that I made one of Jim's favourite dishes; tomato salad.
The following evening, before shift, I went to the precinct and found him in his office tapping away at his lap top. Standing out of view, I knocked on the jamb of his door and held out my hand, tomato salad in a clear Tupperware container. His response made me laugh, as he said "Ahh, offerings of food. And to whom do I owe my thanks?" I popped out and there it was again; that smile. I came in and set it on his desk and he opened it up, taking a long sniff. From my pocket I produced a plastic fork and handed it to him and watched as he dug in, listing the ingredients as he carefully chewed.
"Mmmm, olive oil, basil, oregano, garlic and feta cheese. How'd you know?" he asked
"A little birdie told me."
"Well, remind me to thank the birdie." He said sweetly
After a moment he stopped eating. "Where are my manners?" he asked, sliding the dish my way. I pulled another fork from my pocket and took a bite, watching as he was seemingly experiencing culinary bliss. He stopped after a few bites and replaced the lid, getting up and heading to the break room and the small fridge. Before putting it in he wrote a note that read "Jim's salad. You touch, you die!", and taped it to the lid. I laughed as I saw the look on his face and he gave his explanation, stating that food thievery was rampant at the precinct, hence the warning.
From then on we got closer and closer as the months and years passed by. We began spending time together away from work. We'd go to his place or mine and sometimes we just went out and people watched along the strip. I remember one occasion with ultimate clarity, it was the moment that I first realized that I had certain feelings for him. We were on the midway and we found one of those games where you shoot the stream of water into the clown's mouth and when the balloon fills and pops you win a prize. Granted, Jim had the carnie at a disadvantage, Jim being the dead shot that he was. Handing me a large stuffed penguin, he smiled and said "I may be old and slow, but my gun has fast bullets." We both laughed and carried on back to the strip and walked back to the lab, where we had parked.
Pulling up in front of my place, I asked him if he wanted to come in for a night cap. When we got inside, I suggested he kick off his shoes and make himself comfortable. My apartment was small but he didn't seem to mind as he looked over my bookshelf reading the titles that I had. It wasn't until around 02:00hrs that I realized he was asleep, so I picked up the throw from the back of the couch and lay him on his side, covering him up. I stood there for a few moments and watched him sleeping so soundly and looking so angelic.
Which brings us to where we are today, me in the lab and he standing at the door. As I said, I know he's there; I can feel him. After a few moments he comes in and approaches me, standing in close proximity. My neck and back are stiff from all the crouching and hunkering while processing the scene. He rubs the stress and discomfort from my shoulders and as I turn to look at him, he's got a goofy grin on his face. I can tell there's something on his mind, but not wanting to pry, I let him get to it in his own time.
Turning to me, he takes a breath and smiles.
"You wanna go out some time? You know, just the two of us? Dinner and maybe a movie or something?"
I turn to him and smile. "I thought we were already going out." I say, placing a kiss on his cheek that makes him blush.