Three – Sofia's turn

Sofia's hair was blond and long and accentuated her attractive face well. It didn't take much makeup or work for her to get herself ready; besides, she liked to look natural. It was easier and just seemed to work better for her. She'd been attracted to Grissom since Ecklie made her sort of evaluate him that first time…it was something she couldn't help. So she decided to act on it today.

She walked out of her house at a quick pace that could almost be considered a jog, and then she got into her car and started it up. She went to the gas station when she noticed that her car was in serious need of gasoline. Rolling her eyes at the prices per gallon, she handed fifteen dollars to the attendant. It paid for less than half of a tank.

Though frustrated, she started the car again and headed to Grissom's dwelling. Thinking 'dwelling' to herself instead of something simple like 'house' made her laugh out loud.

She stopped in front of his home and wondered for a moment whether she should pull into his driveway, park in front of his house by the sidewalk, or go across the street, where there was more room. She decided to park in front of his house, it would be easiest.

As she walked up to his door, she looked at the ground to avoid the sun's glare on the white houses nearby. When she reached the door, she knocked and he answered almost immediately.

"Sofia…?" His tone of voice implied "What do you need?"

"Grissom. You want to go to a café with me in a couple days? If you like cappuccino…" She smiled at him.

"I love cappuccino. You're talking about a date though, aren't you?" At this point, he wondered why his coworkers were flooding him with date requests. 'Only twice,' he thought, but it seemed like so much more.

She shifted and looked at him for a moment. "Of course."

"I'm really sorry. I have a date. I'd love to go but I'm seeing someone else right now."

"Alright. See you at work tomorrow."

"See you then, Sofia."

"See you, Grissom."

Grissom and Sofia walked away from the door in separate directions, him into his house and her away from his house, but both of them were wondering something.

Sofia wondered why Grissom suddenly seemed to have a social life, and who he could possibly be going out with. Why hadn't she noticed? She wasn't a bad CSI, she told herself. So why didn't she figure it out?

Grissom was wondering why all his female coworkers wanted to go somewhere with him. Sara's requests were nothing new. He wouldn't mind dating Catherine or Sofia, either, but why were they asking at the moment he actually had a date? He walked down his hall toward his bedroom, then shuddered at the thought that Mia might soon ask him out. 'Too young,' he thought.