The sweet couple polished off both pizzas in record time, and had talked about a lot of important things too. That is about crossword puzzles, and the Discovery channel, and hamsters, and tattoos, and food. They talked about every possible thing that did not occupy their minds. Fooling each other in an elaborate scheme to appear strong and reliable. Finally, the meal had ended and Sara was ready to go home. "Here, we can split the bill." Sara offered to the arriving waiter after giving the him a dashing smile of apology for the man sitting beside her.
"No, no. It was my treat, remember?" She shrugged at Grissom's comment.
"Whatever rocks your boat." And suddenly, Sara's peach colored cheeks turned a flaming red as she realized what she had just said out loud. Grissom's laughter followed instantaneously.
"Come on, it's no big deal." Sara smiled impishly and slid a little further down her seat. Grissom paid the price and adding a large tip, he placed it on the table. "Ok, let's go." Sara was in a big hurry to leave the pizzeria and the embarrassing remark behind. Grissom nodded and waited while Sara slid out of the seat. She then extended her hand to him and he took it, pulling himself up rather quickly and winding up rather closely to the brunette. After leaving the establishment, Grissom opened the car door for Sara and they sat inside for a while.
"Sara?" Grissom asked, uncertainty in his voice. She faced him, piercing his soul with those deep brown eyes of hers. And all of a sudden, the certainty melted away like ice in carbonated drinks. "Yes Gris?" "Umm," he fingered the wheel nervously, searching for the courage with which to ask Sara a question or two. Her warm hand crept up to his leg, resting there quite naturally. Smiling inside, he commenced with the questioning. "How would you like to come back to my place instead?" He braced himself for a denial, braced his mind and body and soul. And heart. "Sure," she answered enthusiastically, a little too enthusiastically. He showered her with a sparkling smile. "I have some of Catherine's clothes in the backseat, do you think those would fit you?" Terror ran through her eyes, setting them ablaze with an icy fire. She cast her face downward mumbling half to herself.
"I, I have to go to the..." she sniffed, quickly wiping at her nose, "to the ladie's room." And while Grissom sat, still shocked, Sara bounded out of the car and ran back into the Pizzeria. She quickly found the restrooms and rushed into the woman's. In the car, Grissom's brain slowly began to grind and turn. 'What had happened?' he mentally asked himself. 'Asked to my home...said yes...asked about clothes...Catherine's clothes..." It was as if a thousand bells began ringing in his head. Grissom jumped, successfully banging his head against the roof of his head.
"Shit!" He exclaimed, more from realization than pain. He yanked the door open and ran after Sara with full speed. Grissom slowed down though, when he realized that he was standing in front of the ladies room. Inside, he heard the muffled cries of a woman. But not just ANY woman, his woman. "Sara?" The cries ceased for a bit before starting up again full force. Grissom winced. He just couldn't bear it, thinking of Sara on the other side of the door, crying her heart out. While his, lay deflated, at the bottom of his chest. Sucking in his breath, Grissom tenderly opened the door. Quickly slipping inside, he shut it behind him and went to the stalls.
He peeked underneath them one by one, hoping to find a leg or two, as the sobs had magically vanished when he came into the restroom. He came to his third stall, and while in a crouched position, ready to look under the door, the wooden barrier swung open, and a middle aged woman stood there. Glaring at Grissom, she poised her purse on the ready, aiming it at his head. Grissom pushed himself off the floor, backing up.
"Ma'am, I'm so sorry, I was just...just..looking..." Her eyes shot wide open before squinting down into slits of hatred.
"Looking eh?!?" She roared and brought down her purse upon Grissom, hitting him on various body parts. After a while, with a final blow the woman stormed out of the lady's room. Staggering, Grissom leant against one of the sinks, surveying himself in the mirror. He groaned out loud at the site before him. There were red marks all over his face, doubtless where the bruises would make their appearance tomorrow. 'What do women always carry in their purses that make them weight a ton?' he wondered, while breathing in and out deeply. When his breathing returned to normal Grissom slowly turned around to face the stalls. Slowly and grudgingly, he approached them. He heard slight raspy sounds from a door, and decided that this was certainly the one. He crept up to it, slowly, as if it were an animal that could pounce on him. Putting his face rather close to the door, he started talking to whom he prayed was Sara.
To be Continued...VERY soon