Disclaimer: CSI is not mine. If I owned it this would be part of the show, not some figment of my imagination.
A/N: I was inspired for this fic while drinking a can of diet Coke©. How it happened I'll never know. At least we're canon!
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Grissom took a moment to steal a glance at Sara. She appeared to be sleeping peacefully and for a fleeting moment he wished he was the one sleeping. The rise and fall of her chest distracted him from the road and he had to force himself to concentrate. Many nights had he stayed awake just to watch Sara sleep. Watching her sleep, her nearly non-existent snore made him forget about the horrors he saw everyday on the job. Being with Sara was perfection. He sometimes forgot how lucky he was…
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She heard her name before she saw him. Sara spun around and saw Grissom rounding the corner, striding like he was on a mission. "I need to you."
Sara groaned to herself. The last time Grissom had needed her it wasn't for what she had been hoping for. "What is it Grissom?" Her tone was curter than she had hoped and she saw Grissom pause for a moment, almost as if he was questioning his intentions.
"Can I see you in my office when shift is done?" Grissom had obviously understood what her tone meant and was being cautious with how he said his words.
It wasn't what Sara was expecting. She chose her next words carefully. "Um… Sure. I've got some evidence in with Bobby so let me go pick that up and I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
Grissom nodded and walked off down the hall leaving Sara standing in the hall, looking slightly like an idiot.
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What had he done? Grissom walked down the hall, the picture of calm on the outside, his emotions a hurricane on the inside. He didn't need to see Sara in his office, he didn't even need to see Sara. They weren't working the same case so he couldn't make it look like it was work related. Crew evaluations were already done so that wasn't something that was up for discussion. He wanted to talk to Sara about their relationship, or lack thereof.
In recent times things had been weird than they had ever been. The looks, the moments when a hand would connect with an arm for no reason at all. They had always had something special, each one crossing the line, the other drawing the line further back. They wanted to be together, they just didn't know how.
He looked around his office. If they were going to discuss their relationship, his office was not the place to do it. It was his space, she would feel uncomfortable. He had the home field advantage when he wanted neutral territory. He ripped a sheet of paper from a pad and scribbled a note: "We need to talk, just not here. Meet me at the diner across the street."
He taped it to a chair where he hoped she would see it and set off for the diner. He walked passed Judy at the main desk, nodded in her direction, and stepped out into the early morning sun. He only hoped Sara was still willing to follow wherever he went.
TBC
