I just wanted to post right now, even though it is about 1:13 AM, because I might not have a computer for a couple of days as I will be getting it fixed. So, I thought that the least I could do for you guys is at least post one more chapter until I get back. And when I do, I'll be awaiting all of the reviews. wink wink Lol. Well, you don't have too, but I'll greatly appreciate it, and frankly it motivates me to write much, much faster. Ok, well, enjoy!!
During the drive to the nearest pizzeria, Sara remained silent. Stealing furtive glances at Grissom from time to time, she debated wether to tell him now, about the whole ordeal, or over some food. She didn't get that much time to think about it as Grissom's soothing voice broke through her thoughts like a scorching stone through a murky pond.
"Sara? Why were we in such a rush to leave?" Sara turned her head to look at him. Look at his face; his soft features, the caring eyes, and the curved lips.
"What!?! Grissom what is it that you want from me??" Sara felt cornered and pressed, meaning no harm at all she lashed out at Grissom. He stiffened noticeably, but kept his eyes on the road.
"It's just that, you promised." He whispered softly. Sara immediately adjusted her tone, finally realizing what she had done.
"Yes, Grissom, I did. I know that, and I will. I WILL tell you, just as soon as we give our order, ok?" Waiting for a one precious moment, she finally placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," Her touch sent fiery snakes running up and down his arm. Relishing the feeling and the moment he mumbled something that was very close to being incoherent.
"T'say." Sara nodded her thanks and removed her hand, placing it gingerly upon her lap. Only Sara could've deciphered an "It's okay," from that jumble of syllables which were emitted from Grissom's mouth. The rest of the ride was spent in comfortable silence.
Once they got to the closest pizzeria, a random Papa John's, Sara and Grissom seated themselves into a window booth. Sitting opposite from each other, smiling, they waited for someone to come and take their order. Much too soon, someone arrived.
"What would you like, Ma'am?" He followed Sara's loving gaze at the man opposite her, "Oh, and err, sir?" He quickly corrected himself. Sara turned to face him and emitted a chuckle.
"It's okay." Her gaze, once more, sought out Grissom, "What should we get?" Grissom shrugged and turned towards the waiter who, he at once noticed, bared a great resemblance to Greg. The only difference was that the spiky hair was a feisty black instead of the usual blond-ish look. Otherwise, he matched Greg perfectly. They could even catch a glimpse of a Hawaiian shirt beneath the over-sized Papa John's apron. Grissom tried very hard not to stare.
"We'll get two vegetarian pizzas please. Large." He winked at Sara's astonished expression.
"Umm, I think he meant one." Sara corrected the older man.
"NO, no. Two, please. Make it TWO vegetarian pizzas." Grissom stared at the poor waiter with a steely gaze so that the other would've brought ten pizzas against the lady's wishes rather than face the wrath of the gentleman. After the waiter, Matt, as his name tag stated, left, Sara leant over and smacked one of Grissom's arms, which was peacefully lying on the table.
"You scared the heck out of that poor boy. It's probably just his summer job or something. You didn't have to be THAT harsh." But her small giggles kept Grissom from taking the comment seriously.
"Oh come on Sidle, I wasn't THAT scary, was I?" He wriggled his eyebrows invitingly.
"OH, you..." she was about to smack his arm again when he flipped over his arm and caught her hand in his.
"Yes? Don't tell me one will be enough." He cleared his throat, "Pizza, that is."
"Of course it would be enough! I mean, I DO have to watch my figure and...what is SO funny Gil Grissom?" Sara snatched back her arm and stared intently at the man sitting opposite her, who was at the moment laughing his head off.
"Sara," he managed in between uproarious laughter, "Watch your weight? Hahahaha." He wiped at his eyes which were now producing excessive amount of tears. "Come on now! When I lifted you, you were lighter than, than," She cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Y-e-e-e-e-s?"
"Lighter than a feather." His laughter finally died down to a lonely chuckle which produced itself forth now and then. "Sara, when was the last time you've eaten? Now that I think about it," he fell into thought for a second before continuing, "I haven't seen you eat lunch at the lab for..almost two weeks now. And with all of that, oh so yummy food, back at your house. What HAVE you been eating young lady?" Sara stammered,
"Well, I uhh, I" Grissom interrupted her, but it's not like Sara was saying a lot at the moment anyways.
"What happened to those sandwiches with pickles that you so generously shared with me? Hmm?"
"I, well, I, Oh Griss. Don't make me do this."
"And what exactly will you be doing?" 'Did his eye just sparkle? No, of course not. No, it couldn't have.' Sara was quietly debating with herself when Grissom cleared his throat to get her attention back.
"Do, well, um...Oh look! The food's here." The same waiter had come back with a vegetarian pizza situated on a silver plate and two iced teas. "Thank you VERY much young man." Sara's appreciation shone upon her face as she thanked the waiter. He in turn, stole a quick peek at Grissom's darkening face.
"The second one's on its way, sir." He muttered and high tailed it back to the kitchen. Sara sighed.
"Oh well, I guess you win bug man." She paused seductively, "This time."
Grissom took the liberty of placing a few pieces of the blistering hot pizza on Sara's plate.
"You think that's enough?" Sara made a sarcastic remark at Grissom as she looked down upon the three pieces on her plate, that he had put there with the utmost care. The other looked innocently up from putting a piece on his own plate.
"Hmm?" For a moment, Grissom looked like a deer, or any other various animal, caught in headlights. "Oh, oh," he blushed profusely, "Sorry, here you go," He put his own piece on her already loaded plate. Sara tried very, very hard not to burst out laughing.
"Griss, you don't understand," she stifled a small giggle and pressed her hands against her mouth. Sara waited for a second, while the laughter sank back down into the pit of her stomach instead of the borders of her lips. Finally, she took a deep breath and continued, "That's not what I meant." Grissom's face, instead of being a deep magenta it was five seconds ago, turned a rosy hue. "What I meant was...well...what I mean is, I usually only have a piece or two. This," she gestured down at her plate, "will last me a week." Grissom didn't respond, he bowed his head down towards his plate and stared at the intricate design. Grissom being too embarrassed to say anything and Sara having already explained, a nasty silence hung in the air.
During the drive to the nearest pizzeria, Sara remained silent. Stealing furtive glances at Grissom from time to time, she debated wether to tell him now, about the whole ordeal, or over some food. She didn't get that much time to think about it as Grissom's soothing voice broke through her thoughts like a scorching stone through a murky pond.
"Sara? Why were we in such a rush to leave?" Sara turned her head to look at him. Look at his face; his soft features, the caring eyes, and the curved lips.
"What!?! Grissom what is it that you want from me??" Sara felt cornered and pressed, meaning no harm at all she lashed out at Grissom. He stiffened noticeably, but kept his eyes on the road.
"It's just that, you promised." He whispered softly. Sara immediately adjusted her tone, finally realizing what she had done.
"Yes, Grissom, I did. I know that, and I will. I WILL tell you, just as soon as we give our order, ok?" Waiting for a one precious moment, she finally placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," Her touch sent fiery snakes running up and down his arm. Relishing the feeling and the moment he mumbled something that was very close to being incoherent.
"T'say." Sara nodded her thanks and removed her hand, placing it gingerly upon her lap. Only Sara could've deciphered an "It's okay," from that jumble of syllables which were emitted from Grissom's mouth. The rest of the ride was spent in comfortable silence.
Once they got to the closest pizzeria, a random Papa John's, Sara and Grissom seated themselves into a window booth. Sitting opposite from each other, smiling, they waited for someone to come and take their order. Much too soon, someone arrived.
"What would you like, Ma'am?" He followed Sara's loving gaze at the man opposite her, "Oh, and err, sir?" He quickly corrected himself. Sara turned to face him and emitted a chuckle.
"It's okay." Her gaze, once more, sought out Grissom, "What should we get?" Grissom shrugged and turned towards the waiter who, he at once noticed, bared a great resemblance to Greg. The only difference was that the spiky hair was a feisty black instead of the usual blond-ish look. Otherwise, he matched Greg perfectly. They could even catch a glimpse of a Hawaiian shirt beneath the over-sized Papa John's apron. Grissom tried very hard not to stare.
"We'll get two vegetarian pizzas please. Large." He winked at Sara's astonished expression.
"Umm, I think he meant one." Sara corrected the older man.
"NO, no. Two, please. Make it TWO vegetarian pizzas." Grissom stared at the poor waiter with a steely gaze so that the other would've brought ten pizzas against the lady's wishes rather than face the wrath of the gentleman. After the waiter, Matt, as his name tag stated, left, Sara leant over and smacked one of Grissom's arms, which was peacefully lying on the table.
"You scared the heck out of that poor boy. It's probably just his summer job or something. You didn't have to be THAT harsh." But her small giggles kept Grissom from taking the comment seriously.
"Oh come on Sidle, I wasn't THAT scary, was I?" He wriggled his eyebrows invitingly.
"OH, you..." she was about to smack his arm again when he flipped over his arm and caught her hand in his.
"Yes? Don't tell me one will be enough." He cleared his throat, "Pizza, that is."
"Of course it would be enough! I mean, I DO have to watch my figure and...what is SO funny Gil Grissom?" Sara snatched back her arm and stared intently at the man sitting opposite her, who was at the moment laughing his head off.
"Sara," he managed in between uproarious laughter, "Watch your weight? Hahahaha." He wiped at his eyes which were now producing excessive amount of tears. "Come on now! When I lifted you, you were lighter than, than," She cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Y-e-e-e-e-s?"
"Lighter than a feather." His laughter finally died down to a lonely chuckle which produced itself forth now and then. "Sara, when was the last time you've eaten? Now that I think about it," he fell into thought for a second before continuing, "I haven't seen you eat lunch at the lab for..almost two weeks now. And with all of that, oh so yummy food, back at your house. What HAVE you been eating young lady?" Sara stammered,
"Well, I uhh, I" Grissom interrupted her, but it's not like Sara was saying a lot at the moment anyways.
"What happened to those sandwiches with pickles that you so generously shared with me? Hmm?"
"I, well, I, Oh Griss. Don't make me do this."
"And what exactly will you be doing?" 'Did his eye just sparkle? No, of course not. No, it couldn't have.' Sara was quietly debating with herself when Grissom cleared his throat to get her attention back.
"Do, well, um...Oh look! The food's here." The same waiter had come back with a vegetarian pizza situated on a silver plate and two iced teas. "Thank you VERY much young man." Sara's appreciation shone upon her face as she thanked the waiter. He in turn, stole a quick peek at Grissom's darkening face.
"The second one's on its way, sir." He muttered and high tailed it back to the kitchen. Sara sighed.
"Oh well, I guess you win bug man." She paused seductively, "This time."
Grissom took the liberty of placing a few pieces of the blistering hot pizza on Sara's plate.
"You think that's enough?" Sara made a sarcastic remark at Grissom as she looked down upon the three pieces on her plate, that he had put there with the utmost care. The other looked innocently up from putting a piece on his own plate.
"Hmm?" For a moment, Grissom looked like a deer, or any other various animal, caught in headlights. "Oh, oh," he blushed profusely, "Sorry, here you go," He put his own piece on her already loaded plate. Sara tried very, very hard not to burst out laughing.
"Griss, you don't understand," she stifled a small giggle and pressed her hands against her mouth. Sara waited for a second, while the laughter sank back down into the pit of her stomach instead of the borders of her lips. Finally, she took a deep breath and continued, "That's not what I meant." Grissom's face, instead of being a deep magenta it was five seconds ago, turned a rosy hue. "What I meant was...well...what I mean is, I usually only have a piece or two. This," she gestured down at her plate, "will last me a week." Grissom didn't respond, he bowed his head down towards his plate and stared at the intricate design. Grissom being too embarrassed to say anything and Sara having already explained, a nasty silence hung in the air.