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A/N: Thank you for all the kind reviews, they actually keeps me going. So thank you and here's a slightly longer chapter for you fic junkies. Enjoy.
There was silence, not an uncommon thing in the presence of Grissom and Sara, but this wasn't an uncomfortable silence, this was an embarrassed silence. Something unusual to both of them. Sara sat with a stoic impression imprinted on her face; her features had turn to stone with Grissom's revelation. Her stomach had started to butterfly her nerves were on fire. This is exactly what she wanted, had hoped for but for some reason she felt…out of place. Like it wasn't meant to be her that Grissom wanted a relationship with. Wait, when had Grissom said he wanted a relationship? All he had said was that he wanted more…more what? Sara's head was spinning, she was sure she might pass out.
Sidle think of something to say. Look at him, he's got that Grissom look again, like he's trying to analyse what your thinking. Can he hear what I'm thinking? Jeez, pull it together girl!
Grissom was a wreck inside, outside he was calm but inside, he was going to blow. Wasn't this what she wanted in the first place? Christ, women…say one thing mean another. Confused he looked Sara in the eye and noticed she had turned a strange shade of grey, was she going to throw up?
Sara was the first to break the silence.
"I…"
Grissom nodded.
"You…"
Grissom nodded once again.
"Us…"
"I'm not promising that this is going to be easy. But I want to try…why can't we try? I've had all these insecurities floating through my mind since I knew about this….'thing' going on between us, but it all seems so pointless. Right now…it's as if everything that I thought meant something to me… seems so unappealing now. Except you."
Grissom squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"Look…I know you must be feeling confused…but if anything think of this as a…an experiment."
Expect Grissom to turn scientist.
"So…you want us to date, but look at it as if it's just all a big experiment?"
Grissom frowned. It sounded utterly stupid even to his own ears. Had he said to look at it as if it was an experiment? Christ, don't put her off just when you want to start trying Gil you fool!
"It's going to feel weird and awkward sometimes…."
"Yeh."
"We might even fall out a couple of times.."
"Yeh."
Grissom and Sara both looked at each other smiling softlly.
Warrick pulled away from Catherine. The making out session turning steamy. Wow was the first ting that came to his mind; the other was that they hadn't eaten a thing. He had to laugh inwardly at that. That was the whole point in going for their lunch early. Licking his lips he waited for Catherine to open her eyes.
Woooooow! She was away with the fairies with that kiss. If she knew he was such a good kisser she would have did this ages ago. Mmm, he tasted of mint and coffee, the perfect combination.
"Well…"
"Wow."
"That's exactly what I was thinking."
Looking over the crime scene photographs Greg took a sip of his second coffee. Grissom and Sara still hadn't turned up and he couldn't go alone with Brass to Rocking Records with their warrant.
Man, being the rookie sucks!
The thing that kept popping into his head, was the two pictures that Sara had taken, of the victim's mirrors. They said the same thing. In death may you find peace…maybe it was a quote. Grissom was good at quotes, he could ask him about it when he finally showed up. Nothing else seemed out of the blue. Standing up he decided to go visit Doc Robbins…
She had beautiful skin, it reminded him of porcelain. She smelled of peaches and body lotion. Folding her clothes up slowly he inhaled the sent of her fabric softener. Mmm, lemon. He took longer on the silk blouse, which the woman was wearing only minutes ago, this was his last message to the CSI's before he started using a different approach to get their attention. She looked so heavenly as she lay in her bath, the water surrounding her pale coloured body. There wasn't terror in her eyes there was acceptance. He hated doing this in silence, putting his earphones in his ears, he switched his I-Pod on and selected Billy Joel, he needed something slow to work with...
Walking back to his SUV Grissom decided maybe now was a good time to bring the idea of a date up.
"So…I have Friday off and I know you do too, would you like to have dinner with me? I'll cook."
Sara's eyes lit up. "Sure I'd love to."
Grissom let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Great, my house around 7ish."
"Sure…it's a date." Sara winked at Grissom seductively and entered his SUV. He stood rooted to the spot for 5 seconds in shock and then realised Sara was waiting.
Pull yourself together Gil!
"Hey Doc."
Doc Robbins looked up from the corpse lying in front of him.
"Hello there young Sanders, you're here about Mr Morris I presume."
"Yup. So…what's the verdict?"
"I found the same white fibre that I did in Sheila Simmons throat, now sometimes when a body is bruised it might not show up until a matter of days, this is what happened in the case of your two victims. There were handprints on both victims' chests, they match."
Greg's brows knitted together in confusion. "Anything show up in the Tox Screen?"
Doc Robbins shook his head. "Nope."
"So…how did he subdue them then? He must have done something before he smothered them."
"I think that's what you CSI's get paid to do Greg, you find the evidence…I just look at the bodies."
"OK then, thanks." Walking out of the morgue Greg's grin grew into a full smile. Oh someone was in Grissom's good books when he got back.
"Eventually! The wanderers return, how was your 20 plus hour lunch?"
Grissom frowned at Greg, his good mood replaced with irritation.
"There's no need for the sarcasm Greg. Have you found anything new about our two victims? And don't give me a short story about your life…just cut to the chase."
Greg was furious. There was no need for Grissom to talk to him like that. If he were to have a good working relationship with Grissom and the other guys, he needed to be treated as an equal. God, what a fucking moan Grissom could be at times the moody bast-
"Greg!"
"OK OK, no need to get your panties in…right, both victims were asphyxiated with what we presume to be bath or gym towels, nothing in there blood system so they weren't drugged and then murdered. So this guy must know them if they're letting him into their homes."
"Possibly, but he or she may be lying about who they really are. How do you know a salesman is a salesman?"
Sara looked at Grissom. "You ask to see their license to sell their merchandise?"
Both Grissom and Greg stared at her quizzically. "What? I like to know who I'm dealing with."
"Yeh…loser."
"So we go around asking neighbours if salesmen or the like were wandering around at the time they were killed."
Grissom couldn't help but look at Sara, she was cute when she was thinking, her eyebrow would raise and she would purse those lovely lips of hers…Professional Gil..your at work.
"Oh! Grissom...I was wondering how good you were with quotes."
Sara smirked. "Greg, Grissom is a walking book of quotes."
Grissom scrunched his nose up at her comment. "I know my quotes, why?"
"Kay, it's just that on the vic's mirrors the killer is writing 'In Death May You Find Peace' and I thought maybe it was one of those kinda macabre quotes."
"Doesn't ring a bell Greg. I'd look into that though, if I were you."
"Yes sir." With that Greg walked off mumbling to himself about quotes and stick them where the sun don't shine, Grissom didn't hear him though.
"Griss.."
"Yup?"
Sara looked into his blue eyes, her brown ones hypnotising him.
"Sometimes you can be hard on Greg. You have this father son relationship with each other, and he only wants your acceptance of him and your faith in him to do his Job. He wants you to be proud of him. He is working hard."
"I'm not his father though, and he shouldn't seek guidance in me, he should seek guidance in himself."
"So you never seeked guidance from Gerrard when you were a rookie CSI?"
"If he was proud or happy when I did something right then he was happy, I didn't go out my way to do things for him so he'd be happy. I don't work like that, maybe Greg does."
"I'm just saying, don't be so hard on him…he's a good guy."
Grissom nodded.
"I think you have neighbours to chat with Sidle…" Grissom walked to his office smirking, Sara on the other hand stalked off, moaning about how her supervisor was a pain in the ass.
"I heard that!"
Grissom sat behind his desk watching his tarantula crawl up his arm. Brass walked in took one look at the spider and shrieked. "Gah! Put it away!"
Grissom smiled and put the spider back into it's terranium.
"Wow, THE Gil Grissom is in a good mood for once, what gives? New textbook? They found a rare species of caterpillar?"
"No and I wish."
Brass sat down opposite of Grissom and eyed the tarantula warily. "Does that thing have to sit on your desk? It's giving me evils."
Pushing the box to the other side of his desk Grissom couldn't take the grin off of his face.
"Does this have something to do with a tall brunette with extraordinary legs and a sexy smile?"
Grissom glared at Brass. "It might."
"You and her had a chat, you said things, she said things…you agreed there was chemistry and decided to ask her out on a date?"
Grissom shook his head. "How do you DO that?"
"What can I say…I'm a very talented guy, good looks, great personality. The women fall at my feet."
"So I take it you have something if you're sitting in my office pestering me about my lunch hour."
Brass nodded. "I do indeed, I Doctor Grissom have one warrant to search Rocking Records…fancy tagging along?"
"I don't know, I have a very busy schedule…"
"Just get your things and let's go…"
TBC