A/N- This is going to be a collection of 101 word or less drabbles Featuring Grissom and Sara. This in no way follows the show. I will probably post 4 to 5 in each "chapter".
A/N- 2 When ever it says "CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS" the drabble is over.
Disclaimer - The characters of CSI are in no way mine.
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He watched her work. Her hair was tucked behind her ears except for that one unruly strand that always escaped. No matter how many times she would try to secure it nothing changed. It had always been like that. Ever since he had met her. The day had been beautiful and none of the students had wanted to be in Harvard's main lecture hall that day. Predictably they all sat in the back so they were less of a target. Except there was one who braved the questions that would ultimately land on the closest person to the speaker.
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The team was her family. Her only living relative was in jail but that wasn't much of a loss. Her mom had never been good at the whole domestic thing anyway. But the team was always there. When she needed them and when she didn't. They each brought their own special vibe to the group. Brass looked out for everyone. Father like almost. Catherine well there was only one thing she could be. The busybody who everyone loved although they could not figure out why. Warrick and Nick were the two inseparable best friends…
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The team were his only friends, the only people he new who weren't dead or victimized in someway. They all fitted together like an intricate puzzle that many would pay millions to understand. Brass was the protector. He could be almost attack dog like if threatened. Catherine was his oldest friend. If it weren't for her incurable mouth she would be the only friend he would ever need. But she wasn't perfect and he needed more. Sara was the answer. She was smart, sexy, private, compassionate and a workaholic. She was his female counterpart. She was perfect. She was Sara.
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His touch was electric and it created a craving. The craving turned to an addiction and the addiction had to be pacified. There was no room for discussion.
The sight of her made his heart pound. As their lips touched a spark ignited deep inside. The taste of her made him drunk. The effects were devastating.
Sensations ripped though her. Nothing had ever made her feel this was before. She was becoming dependent on his touch, his taste, his love. She was hooked on him.
She was a drug to him. The kind that controlled you. He was hooked on her.