Title: Abduction

Author: x.phile.anon (Aeryn)

Summary: When Sara is taken from a crime scene, what will Grissom do? GSR

Disclaimer: Most unfortunately, I don't own anyone. Sob

Archiving: Uh...e-mail me first, please.


"Catherine, Warrick, you're on a robbery in the Luxor. Nick, Greg, you've got a DB in a dumpster at Fourth and Washington. And Sara, you're with me on a double homicide in North Las Vegas. That's all, you're dismissed."

Gil Grissom watched as his team dispersed. Catherine and Warrick, who were secretly together, were laughing at something Greg had said, while Sara and Nick seemed deep in conversation about the rules of baseball versus softball. Gil was silent for a moment, listening to Sara argue with Nick about homeruns, while Greg told a dirty joke involving corn and an old lady.

Once the group was gone, Gil decided to go his office and get his kit ready for the long night he knew was ahead of him. At least he'd get to work with Sara. That was a major plus. He hadn't planned it that way; he'd drawn names, as was his way of being fair, and had come up with hers. He smiled in the secrecy of his office and shook his head.

He and Sara were more than just coworkers. Just last week, they'd crossed the line from a platonic relationship to something more pleasing for the both of them. They'd become lovers. It had been a long time coming, taking almost seven years. After he turned her down time after time, losing Captain Brass had put things in prospective for him, and he's known what he'd had to do. So he had finally accepted her offer of dinner, and one thing had led to another.

"Griss, you ready?"

Sara's voice came from behind him, startling Gil. When he turned, he found the brunette two feet from him, smiling. Gil couldn't help but love that smile. Sara's gap was too cute. It made Gil want to kiss her, but they were in the middle of his office with the door wide open and people passing in the hallway. It'd look untoward. Suddenly, there was a hand waving in front of his face.

"Griss? Hello? Are you in there?" she asked, and instead of answering, Gil grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. Kissing the palm softly, he winked.

"I'm in here, all right. You're ready?" When Sara nodded, so did Gil. "Then so am I."

The drive to the crime scene was filled with laughter and music. Sara had the radio blasting, and from what he could make out, the song was semi decent. It had something to do with being dirty while riding, though Gil had no idea what it meant. But Sara was grinning, singing along with the song, until finally it ended. Gil reached over and changed the station. Sara protested heartily.

"Hey! We always have to listen to your country crap. Why can't we listen to rap for a while?" she whines, and Gil swatted playfully at her. She dodges his hand easily and pinches him hard on the upper arm, making him jerk the steering wheel hard to the right.

"Ouch!" He cried as he straightened out the Denali. She looked sheepishly over at me and gives me a smile.

"Sorry," she says, and the rest of the trip passed in silence, save the country music, to which her foot is tapping out the beat. I smile to myself and listen to the song,

I've got a funny feeling

The moment that your lips touched mine

Something shot right through me

My heart skipped a beat in time

There's a different feel about you tonight

It's got me thinkin' lots of crazy things

I even think I saw a flash of light

It felt like electricity

You shouldn't kiss me like this

Unless you mean it like that

Cause I'll just close my eyes

And I won't know where I'm at

We'll get lost on this dance floor

Spinnin' around

And around

And around

And around

They're all watchin' us now

They think we're falling in love

They'd never believe we're just friends

When you kiss me like this

I think you mean it like that

If you do maybe kiss me again

Gil stopped listening and glanced over at Sara every so often. She looked radiant, happy to be in love, and seemingly content with her life. That was the way Gil wanted it.

Sara knelt next to one of the bodies, camera in hand. She was snapping pictures of the corpse, trying to capture the essence of the crime scene for when she was back in the lab. Gil was supposed to be taking blood samples, but he was entranced by Sara's beauty and complete commitment to work. He watched silently as she focused the camera, then knelt next to the body and pressed the shutter button, taking the picture.

Suddenly, she looked up, catching him staring. She smiled at him, and then tilted her head to one side, her long brown hair falling into her eyes.

"See something interesting?" she asked, and Gil nodded, a smiling growing on his lips as well.

"Yeah. You."

Sara blushed and wrinkled her nose at Gil, smiling all the while. She went back to her work, but Gil couldn't bring himself to do the same. He was too enthralled to be alone with Sara; the uniforms had all left once the two CSIs had arrived, so it was really just Sara and him at the crime scene. The thought of which sent shivers down Gil's spine.

"Sara, guess what," he said, standing quickly. When she looked up at him with a blank look on her face, Gil continued playfully.

"I love you. Now, how about some lunch?"

"Sure, but Let me clean up a little," she replied, and then smiled. "Where did you have in mind?"

Gil shrugged nonchalantly and hid his smile.

"Oh, I packed a lunch for the two of us before I left home. I think you'll like it, seeing as how it's vegetarian and all."

She looked stunned at this statement, and for a moment, Gil was afraid that something was wrong. When he asked her, however, she simply shook her head.

"You're going to eat vegetarian food for me? I can't believe it!"

Gil finally let his smile come out of hiding and shared it with Sara. She was positively beaming, and Gil remembered how much he loved that gap-tooth smile of hers.

After lunch, Sara groaned and stood, her knees popping with the effort. Gil looked up and smiled, but she remained silent. Finally, she spoke up.

"I'm going out side. I don't feel too well."

Gil watched her go, worrying about his love. Was she angry? Or saddened by something? What was going on in that beautiful head of hers? With a shrug, he headed out side after her. But she wasn't in sight when he stepped out of the house. Funny, where was she? He stood there for a moment before he saw her. And the maniac who had a knife to her throat.