No Day But Today: Chapter 2
Gil Grissom was making his way up the stairs to Sara's apartment. He wasn't willing to admit it, but when Sara received those flowers, he was jealous. He knew he had no right to be, he had no stake on Sara. At least not yet. He reached the door and suddenly found himself with butterflies in his stomach. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door.
He could hear her giggling as she opened the door holding a spatula.
"Grissom?" her smile faded to a look of slight shock, "What are you doing here?"
"Um ... I came to talk to you."
"About what?" she sighed, "Grissom, look I'm sorry for the way I acted today. I'm just sick of people making a joke of my social life."
"No, Sara this isn't about today. Well, not entirely anyway."
"Then what?" she asked.
"Us."
She looked at him puzzled. He took a deep breath and continued.
"I was wondering if I could take you to dinner ... just to see what happens."
She laughed slightly.
"Are you serious?" she asked.
"As I've ever been. I want to know what its like to have you in my life as more than a colleague."
"Oh my God Grissom I ... " she started.
"Sara, honey, you want me to flip these pancakes? They're burning!" came a voice from inside her apartment.
"OH MY GOD! YES flip them genius! HELLO!" she said running back inside.
"You're the one who is supposed to be making breakfast! Don't yell at me!" the male voice replied.
"Urrrrr!" she sighed in frustration.
Grissom stepped inside her apartment and peeked around the corner into the kitchen. He saw Sara fighting over a pan with none other than Bobby Dawson from ballistics. She bumped him out of her way with her hip as he set a half burned pancake in the trash.
"And I thought I was bad in the kitchen!"
"Not as bad as me. That's why I suggested your place," he said placing a hand on her waist moving to the other side of Sara.
He picked up a fresh strawberry out of a bowl and popped it in his mouth.
"Damn it Bobby! I told you to stop eating those," she said smacking his hand away.
"This is the kinda thanks I get for buying a woman flowers?"
Grissom couldn't take anymore and walked out of her apartment. He didn't understand why he was so surprised. She said by the time he realized what to do it would be to late. She deserved better than him anyway. He started his car and began his lonely trek home.
About five minutes into his drive, his phone began to ring. He took one look at the caller ID and immediately turned his phone off. He doubted he would be able to hear what she had to say over the sound of his heart breaking.
It had been three days since Grissom showed up at Sara's door step. She was becoming worried because he didn't return her 100 phone calls. He didn't answer the door when she went over countless times. Work she understood, he was off one day and she was off the other. But tonight, they were both scheduled and she was determined to corner him.
Everyone was already in the break room waiting when Sara walked in. She went over to pour herself a cup off coffee, but Greg cut her off offering her a cup of his special brew.
"I saved the last good cup for you Sara. I wanted to apologize again for what happened a few days ago," Greg said.
"You've already apologized Greg. I said it was fine. It's not a big deal okay?"
"It is to me Sara. You are one of my best friends and I really shouldn't be the one talking about having or not having a social life."
"It's okay Greg. Come here," she said pulling him into a hug, being careful not to spill her coffee.
The two hugged and as began to pull apart Sara lost her balance slightly. Greg moved his hands to her hips to steady her.
"You okay Sara?"
"Yeah ... um ... just a little dizzy that's all. I'm okay."
"You sure? You look a little pale?" Greg said still concerned.
"Yeah," she said pulling him into another hug.
Grissom entered the break room to hand out the assignments and saw Greg and Sara in a hug. Grissom glared at the display until Catherine cleared her throat snapping him back to reality. Catherine gave Grissom her famous 'what the hell' look as Greg and Sara pulled apart. Grissom just shook his head and began to hand out assignments.
"Nick and Warrick, robbery in Seven Hills. Catherine and Sara you two meet Brass down at PD he's bringing the Miller suspect in, and Greg you're with me. I need you to run the DNA on the Stein's murder. That's it," he said starting to leave the break room.
"That's it?" Warrick said.
"Yes, you have your assignments get going," he snapped.
"Griss, you okay man?" Greg asked.
"Yeah, these past two days you have been a little tense," Nick added.
"I hate to inform you all, but this is a job not time for social hour. There is too much fraternization going around this place," he finished locking eyes with Sara with is last comment.
Everyone looked around at each other, wondering what was wrong with Grissom. But, Sara knew exactly what his problem was and kept Grissom gaze. Catherine noticed the tension between the two and tried to help things along.
"You heard the man ... out" Catherine said shoving them out the door, "I'll meet you outside," she whispered to Sara as she walked by.
Grissom went over to the coffee machine to grab himself a cup before he headed to the lab with Greg.
"Grissom we need to talk," Sara said.
"About what Sara? You have your assignment."
"That's not what I mean and you know it. Why did you come to my apartment?"
"Nothing, it doesn't matter anymore."
"It must have been something for you to drive all the way to my house. But then you're there for maybe two minutes. You don't answer my calls or answer your door. You just disappear without a trace for three days. Grissom what's going on?"
"I just came by to say you were right. I'm your boss and that's all I should be," he replied softly.
"I never said that Grissom. I said that's all you need to be. That doesn't mean that's all I want you to be," she said touching his arm.
As Grissom glanced down at his arm, she gently traced her thumb across his skin.
"You shouldn't say things like that Sara," he said moving out of her touch, "People could take it the wrong way."
"Grissom, so much has happened to me in the past few months. Let people think what they want. Who cares! No day but today, right?" she sighed looking at her feet.
"Rent," he said softly.
"One of my favorites," she smiled.
"Yeah? Mine too."
"Bobby took me to see it in theaters a couple of days ago. Have you seen it?"
"Bobby ... " he said walking to leave the room.
"Grissom I really want to talk to you about that. Bobby and I ... ." she was interrupted by the sound of his pager.
"Ecklie, look Sara I'm happy for you. I'm glad you found someone."
"Grissom, you've got the wrong ... Bobby and I ..."
"I gotta go Sara." he said fleeing the room.
"Grissom!" she yelled after Grissom as he passed Bobby in the hall.
Sara suddenly felt weak. She closed her eyes tightly and gripped the door frame for support. Bobby ran to her side.
"Whoa, easy there Sara, you okay?" he asked voice full of concern.
She shook her head no in response.
"I'm gonna call an ambulance."
"No, please, Bobby don't. I don't want a scene. Can you just take me please?" she said beginning to walk down the hall.
"Yeah honey. Lets get you to my car. You lucked out today Sara" he smiled as they reach the back doors.
"Why is that?" she said softly leaning on Bobby for support.
"Well, number one, I parked out back, and two Carrie is on call at the hospital tonight." he replied placing her in the passengers seat.
The last thing she remembered was smiling at Bobby's comment before everything went black.
To Be Continued