"I knew this was a bad idea." Sara huffed to herself as she jogged up the stairs to her apartment. She had gotten of work late, as usual, and it was now 11.00, not that she worried about that, no, that wasn't what was worrying. Mentally she started planning how to spend her time before she had to get to Adam's.
"Shower, eat, paperwork, read, try to sleep, read, sleep, wake up worrying about tonight, get ready for tonight, be ready along time before I have to go." She thought grimly as she opened her front door and started her 'routine'.
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Half an hour away Gil Grissom was doing the same thing.
"I never should have agreed to go! Damn you Adam." He grumbled to himself as he started feeding his bugs. Just as he was settling down to watch a documentary and the Amazon the phone rang.
"Grissom." He answered automatically not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Call her." Came Adam's statement down the line.
"Call who?"
"You know who I am talking about." He chuckled.
Gil sighed, "even if I did call her what would I say?" he finally asked turning down the television.
"She doesn't know were I live, offer to drive her."
"No."
"Why not?"
"It would be awkward." Gil stated.
"Only if you make it that way. Call her, I will be pissed if you don't." and with that Adam hung up leaving his father annoyed and confused.
"To call or not to call?" he mused.
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"Die alien bug man die!" Sara yelled at her computer, totally engrossed in the game she was playing. Just then the phone rang. Glancing at the clock on the computer she realised it was already four in the afternoon.
"Sidle." She answered still playing the computer game.
"Uhh, Sara, hi, it's me- Grissom."
"Oh hey Grissom, why are you calling, case come up- DIE BUGMEN!" she yelled the last part at the bugs that were attacking her player on the computer.
"Ahh, Sara, is there something that you want to tell me?" Gil asked after a pause.
"What? Oh sorry Grissom, I was playing a computer game and the bug men were killing me." She laughed pausing the game.
"Ohh, okay, just as long as you weren't sending me subliminal messages."
"Grissom, why would I won't to kill you?"
"Ahh, well, I've done some pretty bad things towards you and-" Sara quickly cut him off.
Why are you calling?"
"I was wondering…wouldyoulikemetodriveyoutonight?" he asked rushing the last part. He heard Sara chuckle down the line.
"Sure, I don't know where Adam and Rex live anyway, that would be great, pick me up at six, and now, I have to kill some more bugs… men, I mean bugmen. Bye Griss." And with that she hung up leaving a very stunned Gil Grissom on the other end of the phone.
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It was now 5.30 and Sara still did not know what to wear.
Smart or casual?
Make up, no make up?
Hair up or down?
"Get over it Sidle, it's just dinner." She growled to herself, finally deciding on dark green cargo pants she hadn't worn in a while, a tightish top and a jacket, minimal make up and hair up in a loose bun.
Now that she was ready to go the waiting game begun. Sinking down onto her comfy couch she picked up her deck of cards and started playing. For one.
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Gil sat in his car outside her apartment. He was ten minutes early and didn't want to seem desperate so he sat in his car. He had argued with himself that it had been a bad thing to call her but knew he would never live it down if he didn't pick her up and blamed it on a flat tire.
To be honest with himself Gil was still worried about her 'die bugman die' comments. Had she really been playing a computer playing or had she really been playing a computer game.
"She isn't really a computer game type though, or is she?" she asked himself
'How would you know Gil you don't talk to her.' His head replied.
"Shut up."
'No you know it's your fault. You had the chance to be with her, countless chances and you screwed up everyone.' It taunted him. Gil sighed and got out of the car knowing that he was right, as usual. Damn it.
"God, why am I so nervous? It is just a dinner." He chided himself as he slowly made his way up her apartment stairs having finally decided that he should go and get her, knowing that you could not put of Armageddon.
Knocking on her apartment door his nerves grew ten-fold.