An act that was long, long overdue. An act of kindness and caress.
"Well, as far as I'M concerned, one of my CSI's is sick," Sara slightly jumped.
"Sick? Grissom, I am not sick. I, I just..." Grissom looked at her and smirked.
"You just what? You fainted Sara, that's serious. Or do you do that on a regular basis?"
"Well, no, but, but still. Won't we get into trouble? Remember, we have to think of the lab first." Grissom sighed, he got through the first layer of iciness of Sara's wrath. He got off the hook easily, this time. Now, he can approach with less caution because it didn't look like Sara minded his caring too much.
"Well, my CSI's come first. And as for the lab, there won't even be a one without my perfect CSI team, so...I don't see a problem." Sara's face lit up with the special smile that was only intended for that special person.
"Well, if it was Warrick instead of me here, I'm sure you wouldn't have carried him in your arms like that," Sara prodded Grissom. It was one of the few times where he actually showed that he was a human who cared.
"Well, of course not, but" Grissom tried very hard not to blush, "you didn't object did you? Didn't you enjoy it?" Sara turned to him, staring straight into his dreamy blue eyes.
"Of course I did,"Grissom turned away from the radiant Sara to start the car so they could get out of there. And then, a new song started playing.
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
I've been searching for a man
All across Japan
Just to find
To find my samurai
Someone who is strong
But still a little shy
Yes I need
I need my samurai
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
I've been searching in the woods
And high upon the hills
Just to find
To find my samurai
Someone who won't regret
To keep me in this net
Yes I need
I need my samurai
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
"My perfect samurai." Sara whispered. Grissom almost got whiplash from the force that he turned his head.
"What did you say Sara?" Sara's cheeks turned a very pale hue of pink.
"Oh, no, nothing, just..." she quickly searched for the right words to cover up her slip, "just, singing along to the song." And she smiled sweetly at Grissom so that he forgot what his question was in the first place.
During the drive, Grissom questioned Sara as to why she had fainted. But, knowing Sara, he knew prior to his questioning that he wouldn't get much of a response, and he was right. She avoided answering the question, forming loopholes here and there, but still trying to satisfy Grissom's need of knowledge. 'Oh well, I'll just have to investigate,' thought the man, 'I'm good at that.'
Grissom decided to go to Sara's apartment so that he could tend to his patient there. That way, if Sara grew uncomfortable, she could always throw him out. When they arrived, Sara's seatbelt was off in a flash and she almost had the door opened before Grissom had the chance to fully park.
"Hold it!" It was Sara's turn to get whiplash. Her eyes full of fear at the sound of Grissom's harsh tone.
"Huh?" Was all she could muster. Grissom smiled sheepishly, before answering, he hadn't meant to sound so cruel.
"No moving for the patient. Now hold on." He twisted the keys out of the ignition and went around to Sara's half opened door. He opened it all the way and squatted down near the opening. "Arms please?" Sara smiled and wrapped her arms about Grissom's neck. He hoisted her weightless body out of the car and shut the door with his leg. "Ok, princess, let's go." He went to Sara's apartment door, and let her open it with the keys. Once inside, he gently laid her down on the couch, and sat closely nearby.
"Hmm, thanks Grissom."
"For what?"
"Well, for everything," Grissom smiled before a more concerned look fell upon his face.
"Sara, what is happening to you?" He quickly hastened to explain as Sara's face showed signs of anger. "What I mean is, why did you faint? What's the matter?" Sara opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to come up with something. You just didn't tell the love of your life that you haven't been sleeping, or eating, or doing much of anything else. All because of him. What was she supposed to say? Sara just shrugged her shoulders. Grissom hastily stood up, hands crossed across his chest.
"Come on now Sara. I know that something's wrong." 'Oh you do, do you?' Sara thought, but remained silent. "Ok, fine," Grissom clasped his hands behind his back, deep in thought. "I'm a scientist. I run the best lab in the whole country, I am capable of investigating this AND figuring out the source of the problem." Sara quietly sat on the sofa and prayed that Grissom would be able to figure out the source of the problem. Him. "Ok, so: The first thing is that you fainted. A couple of factors can bring that on. Lack of sleep, and food and water, and..." He gasped causing Sara to jump a little from her perch on the couch. It wasn't that hard to figure out. Sara was lighter than a feather, she probably hadn't eaten anything in a long while. "Ok, little miss. I'm going to feed you." Sara looked up into his face with eyes full of sorrow.
"No, Gris, no." She said with a quavering voice. "No," repeating her plea. Grissom looked on with curiosity. 'No? What was the matter?'
"Yes." he simply stated and went into the kitchen, leaving Sara quaking on the couch. He opened the refrigerator and got out a bottle of milk, which he set on the table. 'Ok,' he thought, 'A glass of milk might be good before a meal.' He scoured around the cabinets for a glass and finally found one. The glass just screamed Sara, it was so, so, like her. Or, as much as a glass can be modeled after a person. He unscrewed the top from the still unopened milk, and brought it upside down over the glass. Nothing came out. Grissom shook it a bit, and finally a glob of stuck material came oozing down into the glass.
"Ewww," He softly breathed before turning the milk onto its side and reading the expiration date. No wonder. It had expired a week ago, and wasn't even opened yet.
"Sara, hey Sar?" Grissom walked back into the living room where he found Sara crunched up in a ball on the couch. "Sara?" She didn't seem to have heard him. Finally, she looked up at him with blank eyes.
"Hmm?" Grissom sighed inwardly.
"Sara, what is this?" He held up the expired milk in the air, a little away from himself.
"Umm, milk?" She sarcastically replied. He set the milk down on the coffee table and situated himself on the couch.
"Sara, it's way past its expiration date." Seeing the beast back in Sara, he knew she was about to retort.
"Don't argue now, Sara, I found it unopened. That say anything to you?" He stood up once more and extended his hand towards Sara. She took it reluctantly and was instantly pulled up.
"Come on Sar," he cooed. "Let's go see what else is in your fridge." They opened the refrigerator and one by one, Grissom lifted out products that were uneatable. Sara took these from him and put them onto the kitchen table with a small smile on her face that was growing bigger and bigger with each product that she received. Oh, what a wonderful sight it was to see your own boss in your kitchen, giving you rank food items and little comments now and then such as,
"I fancy what that was?" or, "Sara, what was this? Cottage cheese or...blood?" Finally, Grissom slammed the door on the empty refrigerator and stood by Sara as they looked on with wonder at the kitchen table. A whole array of food was there. Broccoli that had turned a nasty shade of grey, apples in which Grissom swore he saw a species of maggot. Eggs that smelled of rotten fish, to which Sara commented that she didn't even know that eggs could spoil. At that statement, Grissom laughed out loud, and suddenly Sara's growing smile erupted like a long awaited volcano and commenced in a shower of giggles which slowly began to die down.
"This is quite funny Grissom" He turned to look at her face.
"I'm glad you think so Sidle, but this still does not solve our eating problem now does it?" As if on cue Sara's stomach began to growl unceasingly. Grissom chuckled and put his hand tenderly on her stomach, feeling for any tense movements from Sara. Thankfully, none came.
"Come on, let's get something to eat, or else, my stomach might just join yours." Sara looked up at him, mischievous eyes sparkling. "In the rumblings. Join in the rumblings," he hastened to add. Sara nodded, smiling. "So, umm, where would you like to go and eat?" Grissom furtively tried to change the subject. Sara thought for a moment, where would it take the most time to serve food?
"Umm," she just couldn't decide. "Well, where would you like to eat?" 'Oh, no,' he thought, 'She's not going to pin the picking on me.'
"Sara, you choose. I absolutely insist." He saw the hesitation peeking out of her eyes and continued. "I'll pay if you pick." Sara sighed, he had won.
"Fine, fine, let's get some...pizza." She finally decided.
"Would you like to call so they'll deliver it here," he asked, "Or do you want to eat at the restaurant?"
"At the restaurant, Gris, I can't stand being here any more." The lonely nights, the silent phone, the parties that her neighbors were constantly having bombarded her thoughts, agitating her.
"Sara, what do you mean? You can't stand your apartment anymore, or, or just...me?"This caught Sara's attention faster than a triple homicide all in one bathroom.
"No, no, Griss! Of course I can stand you. Of course I can. It's the place, the place," she grew frantic. A bit claustrophobic, even, or so it seemed like that to Grissom. Sara looked around herself in a panic, quickly retreating into the living room where she grabbed her purse before returning to the kitchen where Grissom stood waiting.
"Come on, come on! What are we waiting for, huh?" She chuckled nervously, putting up yet another front, trying to joke through the fear. Grissom saw right through it.
"What's the rush Sara? Well, except for the fact that you might faint at any moment, that is." He reasoned half with himself, "What's the matter? Are you ok?" Sara, in turn, only half listened.
"Come ON, Griss. What, do you like to see me tortured?" She was wringing her hands incessantly now and wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans. She looked around herself as if there was an intruder in the apartment, but it wasn't that. It was the fact that the walls were closing in around them. All around them. She forced her gaze away from the creamy colored plaster and locked onto Grissom's eyes. Her eyes pleaded with his, pleading, pleading to let them go now.
"Please, Griss," she grabbed his hand urgently, eyes searching his, "Please, let's go now." Grissom finally realized that it wasn't a joke, realized the urgency. Sara saw the screws in his head turning, slowly figuring it out. "Come, I'll explain everything at the pizzeria. I promise." He softly nodded, accepting the bargain, and let Sara pull him out the door of her apartment.
"Well, as far as I'M concerned, one of my CSI's is sick," Sara slightly jumped.
"Sick? Grissom, I am not sick. I, I just..." Grissom looked at her and smirked.
"You just what? You fainted Sara, that's serious. Or do you do that on a regular basis?"
"Well, no, but, but still. Won't we get into trouble? Remember, we have to think of the lab first." Grissom sighed, he got through the first layer of iciness of Sara's wrath. He got off the hook easily, this time. Now, he can approach with less caution because it didn't look like Sara minded his caring too much.
"Well, my CSI's come first. And as for the lab, there won't even be a one without my perfect CSI team, so...I don't see a problem." Sara's face lit up with the special smile that was only intended for that special person.
"Well, if it was Warrick instead of me here, I'm sure you wouldn't have carried him in your arms like that," Sara prodded Grissom. It was one of the few times where he actually showed that he was a human who cared.
"Well, of course not, but" Grissom tried very hard not to blush, "you didn't object did you? Didn't you enjoy it?" Sara turned to him, staring straight into his dreamy blue eyes.
"Of course I did,"Grissom turned away from the radiant Sara to start the car so they could get out of there. And then, a new song started playing.
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
I've been searching for a man
All across Japan
Just to find
To find my samurai
Someone who is strong
But still a little shy
Yes I need
I need my samurai
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
I've been searching in the woods
And high upon the hills
Just to find
To find my samurai
Someone who won't regret
To keep me in this net
Yes I need
I need my samurai
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ay
Ay ee ay ee ay
I'm your little butterfly
Green, black and blue
Make the colors in the sky
"My perfect samurai." Sara whispered. Grissom almost got whiplash from the force that he turned his head.
"What did you say Sara?" Sara's cheeks turned a very pale hue of pink.
"Oh, no, nothing, just..." she quickly searched for the right words to cover up her slip, "just, singing along to the song." And she smiled sweetly at Grissom so that he forgot what his question was in the first place.
During the drive, Grissom questioned Sara as to why she had fainted. But, knowing Sara, he knew prior to his questioning that he wouldn't get much of a response, and he was right. She avoided answering the question, forming loopholes here and there, but still trying to satisfy Grissom's need of knowledge. 'Oh well, I'll just have to investigate,' thought the man, 'I'm good at that.'
Grissom decided to go to Sara's apartment so that he could tend to his patient there. That way, if Sara grew uncomfortable, she could always throw him out. When they arrived, Sara's seatbelt was off in a flash and she almost had the door opened before Grissom had the chance to fully park.
"Hold it!" It was Sara's turn to get whiplash. Her eyes full of fear at the sound of Grissom's harsh tone.
"Huh?" Was all she could muster. Grissom smiled sheepishly, before answering, he hadn't meant to sound so cruel.
"No moving for the patient. Now hold on." He twisted the keys out of the ignition and went around to Sara's half opened door. He opened it all the way and squatted down near the opening. "Arms please?" Sara smiled and wrapped her arms about Grissom's neck. He hoisted her weightless body out of the car and shut the door with his leg. "Ok, princess, let's go." He went to Sara's apartment door, and let her open it with the keys. Once inside, he gently laid her down on the couch, and sat closely nearby.
"Hmm, thanks Grissom."
"For what?"
"Well, for everything," Grissom smiled before a more concerned look fell upon his face.
"Sara, what is happening to you?" He quickly hastened to explain as Sara's face showed signs of anger. "What I mean is, why did you faint? What's the matter?" Sara opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to come up with something. You just didn't tell the love of your life that you haven't been sleeping, or eating, or doing much of anything else. All because of him. What was she supposed to say? Sara just shrugged her shoulders. Grissom hastily stood up, hands crossed across his chest.
"Come on now Sara. I know that something's wrong." 'Oh you do, do you?' Sara thought, but remained silent. "Ok, fine," Grissom clasped his hands behind his back, deep in thought. "I'm a scientist. I run the best lab in the whole country, I am capable of investigating this AND figuring out the source of the problem." Sara quietly sat on the sofa and prayed that Grissom would be able to figure out the source of the problem. Him. "Ok, so: The first thing is that you fainted. A couple of factors can bring that on. Lack of sleep, and food and water, and..." He gasped causing Sara to jump a little from her perch on the couch. It wasn't that hard to figure out. Sara was lighter than a feather, she probably hadn't eaten anything in a long while. "Ok, little miss. I'm going to feed you." Sara looked up into his face with eyes full of sorrow.
"No, Gris, no." She said with a quavering voice. "No," repeating her plea. Grissom looked on with curiosity. 'No? What was the matter?'
"Yes." he simply stated and went into the kitchen, leaving Sara quaking on the couch. He opened the refrigerator and got out a bottle of milk, which he set on the table. 'Ok,' he thought, 'A glass of milk might be good before a meal.' He scoured around the cabinets for a glass and finally found one. The glass just screamed Sara, it was so, so, like her. Or, as much as a glass can be modeled after a person. He unscrewed the top from the still unopened milk, and brought it upside down over the glass. Nothing came out. Grissom shook it a bit, and finally a glob of stuck material came oozing down into the glass.
"Ewww," He softly breathed before turning the milk onto its side and reading the expiration date. No wonder. It had expired a week ago, and wasn't even opened yet.
"Sara, hey Sar?" Grissom walked back into the living room where he found Sara crunched up in a ball on the couch. "Sara?" She didn't seem to have heard him. Finally, she looked up at him with blank eyes.
"Hmm?" Grissom sighed inwardly.
"Sara, what is this?" He held up the expired milk in the air, a little away from himself.
"Umm, milk?" She sarcastically replied. He set the milk down on the coffee table and situated himself on the couch.
"Sara, it's way past its expiration date." Seeing the beast back in Sara, he knew she was about to retort.
"Don't argue now, Sara, I found it unopened. That say anything to you?" He stood up once more and extended his hand towards Sara. She took it reluctantly and was instantly pulled up.
"Come on Sar," he cooed. "Let's go see what else is in your fridge." They opened the refrigerator and one by one, Grissom lifted out products that were uneatable. Sara took these from him and put them onto the kitchen table with a small smile on her face that was growing bigger and bigger with each product that she received. Oh, what a wonderful sight it was to see your own boss in your kitchen, giving you rank food items and little comments now and then such as,
"I fancy what that was?" or, "Sara, what was this? Cottage cheese or...blood?" Finally, Grissom slammed the door on the empty refrigerator and stood by Sara as they looked on with wonder at the kitchen table. A whole array of food was there. Broccoli that had turned a nasty shade of grey, apples in which Grissom swore he saw a species of maggot. Eggs that smelled of rotten fish, to which Sara commented that she didn't even know that eggs could spoil. At that statement, Grissom laughed out loud, and suddenly Sara's growing smile erupted like a long awaited volcano and commenced in a shower of giggles which slowly began to die down.
"This is quite funny Grissom" He turned to look at her face.
"I'm glad you think so Sidle, but this still does not solve our eating problem now does it?" As if on cue Sara's stomach began to growl unceasingly. Grissom chuckled and put his hand tenderly on her stomach, feeling for any tense movements from Sara. Thankfully, none came.
"Come on, let's get something to eat, or else, my stomach might just join yours." Sara looked up at him, mischievous eyes sparkling. "In the rumblings. Join in the rumblings," he hastened to add. Sara nodded, smiling. "So, umm, where would you like to go and eat?" Grissom furtively tried to change the subject. Sara thought for a moment, where would it take the most time to serve food?
"Umm," she just couldn't decide. "Well, where would you like to eat?" 'Oh, no,' he thought, 'She's not going to pin the picking on me.'
"Sara, you choose. I absolutely insist." He saw the hesitation peeking out of her eyes and continued. "I'll pay if you pick." Sara sighed, he had won.
"Fine, fine, let's get some...pizza." She finally decided.
"Would you like to call so they'll deliver it here," he asked, "Or do you want to eat at the restaurant?"
"At the restaurant, Gris, I can't stand being here any more." The lonely nights, the silent phone, the parties that her neighbors were constantly having bombarded her thoughts, agitating her.
"Sara, what do you mean? You can't stand your apartment anymore, or, or just...me?"This caught Sara's attention faster than a triple homicide all in one bathroom.
"No, no, Griss! Of course I can stand you. Of course I can. It's the place, the place," she grew frantic. A bit claustrophobic, even, or so it seemed like that to Grissom. Sara looked around herself in a panic, quickly retreating into the living room where she grabbed her purse before returning to the kitchen where Grissom stood waiting.
"Come on, come on! What are we waiting for, huh?" She chuckled nervously, putting up yet another front, trying to joke through the fear. Grissom saw right through it.
"What's the rush Sara? Well, except for the fact that you might faint at any moment, that is." He reasoned half with himself, "What's the matter? Are you ok?" Sara, in turn, only half listened.
"Come ON, Griss. What, do you like to see me tortured?" She was wringing her hands incessantly now and wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans. She looked around herself as if there was an intruder in the apartment, but it wasn't that. It was the fact that the walls were closing in around them. All around them. She forced her gaze away from the creamy colored plaster and locked onto Grissom's eyes. Her eyes pleaded with his, pleading, pleading to let them go now.
"Please, Griss," she grabbed his hand urgently, eyes searching his, "Please, let's go now." Grissom finally realized that it wasn't a joke, realized the urgency. Sara saw the screws in his head turning, slowly figuring it out. "Come, I'll explain everything at the pizzeria. I promise." He softly nodded, accepting the bargain, and let Sara pull him out the door of her apartment.