"So. What now?" Grissom asked, sitting across from Sara in her living room.
"I don't know. He knows. God, that was embarrassing…" She said, smiling a little despite herself.
"Embarrassing? It was humiliating, deteriorating, mortifying, degrading--"
"I get it, Gil."
"Yeah, now you get it. But in there you wouldn't listen when I said stop," Grissom said, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.
"Hey, you weren't doing much to stop me," She retorted.
"Well…" Was all Grissom could say.
"Can you imagine what would have happened if I hadn't have seen his shadow?" Sara laughed, rememberingthe frantic seconds it had takenher to dive behind his desk and him having to zip his pants and slide to the floor.
"I don't think it would have made much of a difference. Look at us, two creative CSI's and all we can come up with is faking a heart attack and cowering behind a desk." Grissom chuckled.
"Much of a difference? Well, for one thing he would have seen your--"
"I don't even want to think about that."
Sara burst out laughing and Grissom couldn't help but smile as she curled up in the armchair, her body heaving with laughter.
"How are we finding this funny again?" He asked after she gained a little restraint.
"No idea. I think we should be mad or something, but for some reason I just can't be…It could have been worse. At least it was only Nick. He's probably the best case scenario."
"Best case scenario?" Grissom laughed, "The best case scenario would be that we waited until we got home." Sara rolled her eyes at him.
"I mean if it was anyone else…"
"Yeah, like Ecklie?" He asked, "I even said that!"
"How TV drama -- the boss walking in on the co-workers having office sex…" Sara replied.
"And how real life -- having both of us loose our jobs." Grissom rationalized. She rolled her eyes and stood up, walking behind his armchair and snaking her arms around his neck.
"I suppose we'll just have to pretend that we're in you office from now on." She said softly, kissing his neck.
"Sara, I'm worried."
She stopped kissing his neck and perched on the armrest, watching him.
"I...I don't know if I can do it," He said. He'd been worried about a lot of things concerning a relationship with Sara, be restraint at work hadn't been one.
"Do what?"
"Keep from giving clues at work. It's either I look at you too much or I don't look at you enough. It's in the way I talk to you, the way I touch you, the way I am around you. People are noticing."
"Like Nick noticed?" She joked. He gave up a dry half grin.
"But seriously. We have to work something out." He said, holding one of her hands in his, stroking it with his thumb.
"Yeah," She agreed, her lips twitching into a reassuring smile. Tney just didn't know what to do yet.
Nick sat on his couch, a beer in one hand, blinking hard every few seconds. Had he really just seen that? Sara and Grissom…together…in his office. Together. It was sort of gross, thinking about what must have been going on in there, but in an odd way, he was happy for them. If any two deserved each other, it was those two. They made each other happy, and he could tell.
But, uh, doing that in Grissom's office? He thought. If he ever expected anyone to be doing that it would be Warrick and Catherine. Or Greg and some random lab rat chick. But NOT Grissom and Sara of all people. He expected to Grissom to be the biggest prude ever…but apparently, contrary to popular belief, Grissom was a typical guy. Who had a very attractive girlfriend at that.
Whoa. Girlfriend? Sara, Grissom's girlfriend… Nick thought. All too weird. I get kidnapped and nearly die; I come back to work, and next thing I know these two are getting it on in my boss's office.
He was still happy for them though. He wanted both to be happy, especially Sara. When he'd seen them come into the hospital room together, he'd hoped that they had had some sort of revelation. Grissom had hurt Sara, which was obvious. But maybe now she'd be happier.
Anyway, Nick thought, Maybe I'llget best man for keeping my mouth shut…
a/n: review. im too lazy to think of anythign else to say.
