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They only fell for a second, before something surprisingly soft broke their fall. Grissom caught his breath before turning to Sara. "Are you alright?" She hazarded.
"I think you elbowed me in the head?" He dived for his kit and pulled out a flashlight, shining it into her face to answer the question in her voice. She blinked rapidly.
"Christ, Griss!" She was silenced by him reaching out to touch her face, wiping away a small trickle of blood. Their eyes met; hers guarded, his concerned. He gave a smile sheepish smile.
"Really got you, didn't I?" He wasn't moving his hand from her face. It seemed to radiate warmth, and Sara stared at him openly for a minute, her mouth slightly open, before she sighed. This could never go anywhere because of his age, their jobs, the whole fascination with bugs...she moved away and began to systematically examine their surroundings.
Their fall had been broken by a mattress which covered the entire floor. The pit looked to be about ten feet deep, and its walls were lined with some kind of metal that turned out to have been greased with what smelt like Vaseline. In one corner was a picnic basket. Sara pulled this out into the middle, in between herself and Grissom. She opened it as he shone the flashlight, and unloaded the contents. First she pulled a load of food, mostly cookies and fruit. Next came four bottles of water and two bottles of what turned out to be a pleasant vintage of red wine, which was studied with interest before the two CSIs moved on to the next 'evidence'. One blanket. An extra flashlight. A packet of condoms.
Sara turned bright red and Grissom choked.
"So...um..."
"This is weird."
Grissom nodded in agreement and reached for a bottle of wine. "Want some?" She nodded, reached into the basket and produced two glasses and a corkscrew.
"Wow. This really is weird." He smiled at her; a beautiful Grissom smile that made her breath catch in her throat. She smiled back, unable to resist, and he passed her a glass of wine. Their fingers touched for an electrifying moment which was broken by her taking a sip of her wine and choking on it. Her already red face turned redder with embarrassment, as he reached round to gently slap her on the back. As her coughs died down, he brought his hand round to wipe a little wine from the edge of her mouth. They froze for a second once more, and Sara felt as if she were under a spell as he reached over and gently kissed her. Giving in, she kissed him back, and both wobbled up onto their knees to lean into it.
It was a long time before they broke apart, breathing heavily. Grissom's eyes lit up with realisation. "Catherine!" he gasped.