A/N- Super cool, so you don't hate me for making you wait?! Golly ,you all are just too damn sweet to me. Anywho…as promised you guys- the date!

Thanks to Rosie for her tidbits of help. Good golly gee whiz, what would I ever do without you? Holy hell, did someone slip me a pill or something?

Did anyone read my reviews? Some crazy little toolbox wrote "GSR - Grissom + Sara" equals "RETCH" and they signed it as 'Grisson & Greg 4ever'…How cute that when they insult canon that they don't even spell the Bugman's name right…Oh well, we're all entitled to our opinions and blah, blah, blah…wish they'd had the guts to sign in so I could reply though. Chickenshit! Fear the canon!

'Oh, my God… Oh, my God… Oh, my God… Oh, my God…' was Grissom's only thought as he was pulling into the parking lot in front of Sara's apartment complex.

'Holy crap…Holy Crap… Holy crap…Holy Crap…' was his only thought as he made his way up the front steps to her level.

'What am I doing… What am I doing… What am I doing… What am I doing…' was his only thought as he stood in front of her door getting ready to knock. Before he could though, Sara opened the door.

'Well smack my ass and call me Sally!' was now his only thought as he stood slack jawed, drinking in the sight before him.

'Hot damn!' Sara thought as she looked Grissom up and down. "Hi."

"D-Yeah."

She laughed at his reply. "I saw that you were here and didn't think you would want to wait around, so…"

'Are her lips moving? Why are her lips moving? Oh shit! That means she's talking and you need to be listening!' he thought as he continued to check her out. "You want to just go now? There's plenty to do now," he offered.

She nervously smiled, "Sure."

She shut and locked her door and followed Grissom to his car where he opened the door for her. 'Well, even gays practice chivalry. WHAT!? He isn't gay! Where did that demon thought come up from?'

He got in and they started to drive off in an awkward silence. All he could think about was that outfit…holy hell, that outfit. One, where did she buy such a thing, and two, not that he was complaining, but why hadn't she bought the rest? All Sara could think about was how his ass looked in those pants when she followed him down her stairs- it looked damn fine in case you were curious.

"So I take it you whipped up something for us to do?" she smirked.

"Oh, yes. A lot of things to do. Actually, it might turn out better that we started early." He chose to ignore her obvious amusement at the slip-up in his office the night before.

"What are we doing first?" she asked.

"Are you hungry yet?"

"I ate not too long before I called you, actually."

"Me too…I know what we'll do then."

"Going to let me in on it, Griss?"

"Of course not." He smiled and they continued with random small talk on the way to their destination.

"At least you can't still cut glass on his hair because of all that crap in it anymore." She reasoned.

"True, but he does still have a lot of growing up to do."

"Yeah, he still asks me out every damn day."

That was nice to hear. Greg was asking her out and she was saying 'no'…who was she waiting for? Who indeed...

"And you never went out with him?"

"Why would I?" she said.

"Because he asked you out."

"I wasn't exactly interested in Greg, you know."

He smiled. That was good to know.

They talked some more about Greg and eventually Nick, Warrick and Catherine.

"So how did it feel to hit Hodges?" he asked slyly.

"Oh, my God, it was the absolute bes-" she turned to face him, staring at him with laser eyes. "Nice, Grissom, really nice."

"I knew you hit him!" he said in an 'aha!' type voice.

She sighed, she had been busted, why not share the details. "Was it that obvious?"

"More obvious than Catherine and Warrick."

"Damn…I didn't think I was that bad. I really need to work on my fighter's pride."

"So…"

"What?"

"Sara, how did it feel to hit him?"

She just stared at him.

"I can't stand the guy! Always sucking up to me and then Ecklie as soon as I'm not around. He is a snoop and a genuine pain in the ass. How did it feel to hit him?"

"Um, wow…like I said, it was the absolute best. The crunching of his nose was like…a…soda…can…" her words drifted off as she caught sight of where they were.

"You alright, Sara?"

"This is seriously what we're doing?"

"You must not know me very well," he rolled his eyes.

"What?"

"You are on a date with Gil Grissom, my dear. A roller coaster is a must, you know. It's basically the only thing I ever do on dates."

"You go on a lot of dates? What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," he said as he climbed out and walked around to her side. He opened her door and held a hand out for her. She took his hand thinking it was just for help in getting out of his car, but he didn't let it go. She didn't say a word…she wasn't about to screw that up.

Grissom was so nervous about holding Sara's hand that he thought his stomach was going to fall out of his ass. She was holding his hand! Holy goat fuck!

They got up to the first ride and by the sweat that was pouring out of Sara's hand, it was easy for Grissom to figure out that she was nervous. "You alright?"

"Yeah, you're a funny one," she giggled nervously.

"What happened to 'I'll try anything twice,' Sara?" he prodded.

"Always over talking…you know, I might not be so nervous if the first one you chose to take me on wasn't called Imminent Death," she smirked.

"It's just a name you know. It's not like I took you to New Jersey to ride the Kingda Ka."

"The whata what?"

"Kingda Ka. It's the world's fastest roller coaster at a hundred and twenty eight miles per hour. This is a baby compared to that."

"How fast is this one?"

"Around a hundred or so," he said calmly.

"I hate you," she said as he pulled her closer to the ride.

"No, you don't. You're nervous, ease up a bit."

"How? I'm kind of freaking out." She was starting to breathe differently.

"Um…the breathing needs to calm down for one. Tell me a joke," he suggested.

"I don't know any!"

"Greg talks to you every day, Sara, you know at least five hundred jokes."

She thought for a second. "Okay I've got one. What did the French man say on the roller coaster?"

Actually giving it some thought, but coming up with nothing, Grissom said, "I…uh, I don't know."

"Oui, oui." She said with a relaxed smile. It had helped her.

He was confused, he didn't get it. "Yeah, I don't get it."

"You…really?"

"Yeah."

"You know when something is fun you say 'whee'" She threw her hands in the air for emphasis. "And the French say Oui, like, O-U-I…whee, oui, get it?"

He did get it, and he tried to laugh, but it was a bad laugh.

"It sucked, didn't it?" she blushed.

"Well, it wasn't good." He laughed for real this time as he finally pulled her onto the ride with him. "You'll be just fine. Trust me, Sara."

She smiled at him and buckled in. Why not trust him? It was just a roller coaster.

One roller coaster ride and twenty minutes later, Sara was confident that her body had finally found the bottom of her stomach. "Thanks for holding my hair," she said, wiping her mouth.

"Sara, I am so sorry about this." He couldn't have felt worse if he tried.

"Nope, don't, Griss. I could've said 'no.' Don't count on the whole 'try anything twice' part though. No way am I getting back on there." She finally smiled.

"You want some gum or something? A mint?"

"Is it that bad?" she did the standard cupped-hand-in-front-of-the-face breath test and nearly gagged at the smell. "Oh, wow! I think I'll take both, please."

"Let's go for a walk to settle you down before we get into the car and go someplace else."

"God, I would just die if I puked in your car."

He laughed, "I would just die if you puked in my car."

They walked around for about thirty minutes before Sara decided that she was well enough to 'not blow chunks everywhere' inside of Grissom's car. He agreed that half an hour seemed sufficient and they headed off for part two of what was already proving to be a bad day for Grissom.

"After this we can get dinner if you are feeling up to it," he smiled.

"This is great! I've been trying to talk Nicky into bringing me to this one for two weeks now!"

That was bogus. 'Nicky? Ew,' Grissom thought. Was Sara dating Nick? What the hell?! How had he not noticed that?!

"We're not dating."

"What?"

"I saw that look. Nick and I, we're not dating. That would just be gross, he's like my brother." She shuddered at the thought of Nick as anything more that what he was. "Gag, Griss, honestly!" she laughed.

"Well…"

"Let's just go see the movie." She went to take his hand but her cell rang. She looked at the ID…Greg. 'What the hell does that twit want?' she thought "Grissom this'll just take a minute."

"Sidle."

"Where are you?"

"That's seriously how you answer the phone, Greg?"

"When my love is not within my reach," he cooed.

"Ugh…what, Greg?"

"Where are you?" he repeated.

"Probably the same place I was five minutes ago and the same place I will be five minutes from now."

"That is?"

"None of your business."

"Ouch…just called to tell you that we are all at Good Times and decided that you were also invited to come and wash away your woes. And to take me home with you so that you can ravage me of course." Sara could swear she could hear his eyebrows waggling over the phone.

"I'm…out right now," she told him.

"A case?"

"Yeah, sure why not."

"Why not? What does that mean?"

"I'm hanging up now, Greg."

"Good Times, remember!" he yelled before she hung up.

She turned back to Grissom. Talking to Greg reminded her about that whole pesky gay thing, but whatever, he was hers for now. She smiled at him and grabbed his hand. He led them to their seats just as the movie was starting.

--

Sara wanted to kick that guy's ass. Grissom had already 'accidentally' kicked him in the shin while moving in front of him in line though.

"Sara…" he sighed as they sat in his car.

"It's fine." She grunted as he pulled.

"This is the worst date ever," he muttered and pulled harder.

"Gee, really, because I've been having a blast," she said sarcastically as she sucked in a breath. "It's not coming off is it?"

"No."

"You're going to have to cut it."

--

The guy that Grissom had kicked had brought his son to the movies with him. The son was as big a jerk as the father was. Both were kicking the back of Grissom and Sara's seat throughout the movie. Talking so loudly Grissom had begun to wonder if the father didn't, in fact, have a freaking megaphone surgically placed in his throat.

Sara had had enough eventually and turned around to the little boy and told him to 'knock that shit off before this Hannibal Lecter movie becomes bunnies and marshmallows compared to me, you little brat!' Not quite what Grissom's approach would have been, but it seemed to have worked…until…

Sara felt a slight pressure on the back of her head. She knew and when she turned to Grissom, he saw the look on her face and he knew. A blowpop…a half eaten away one with just enough gum sticking out of it to make it that much more fun to try and get out of Sara's hair.

"What's that noise?" Grissom asked still tugging at the tangled mess. He didn't want to cut Sara's hair any more than she wanted him to.

"My phone," she said while digging in her purse. "Be quiet so I can hear." Not really why she said for him to be quiet…It was Greg again.

"What?"

"Oh, is that how you answer that phone?" came his smart response.

"Only when it's people I can't stand."

"Whatever, Sara! I love you and you love me and there's a whole lotta love between us."

"You're drunk."

"Getting there," he laughed. "You coming here or not…everyone wants to know if you are." He took the phone away from his ear so she could hear everyone yelling for her in the background. "See, they love you too."

"I'll consider it. Stop calling me." And she hung up. Good thing too because Grissom gave a really hard tug that time that hurt like hell and Sara yelled.

"Son of bitch!" she rubbed the back of her head.

He blushed. "Sorry."

"Like I said…we have to cut it out."

"So you are going to dinner with a patch of hair missing?" he successfully fought back laughter.

"It's better than a sucker sticking off the back of my head, now isn't it?"

"I guess so. You have scissors? Never mind, I should in the glove box."

Sara opened it up and sure enough, there they were. She handed them to Grissom with a warning look in her eye. "I swear on all that is holy, Gil Grissom…"

"I know, Sara, I know. Turn around and hold still." She needed to be as still as abso-freaking-lutely possible. This was already turning out to be the most horrible, God awful, 'I'm gonna kick you in the nuts because I've had the worst time ever' type of date, better not boost the crap rating by hacking extra hair.

Just as Grissom moved the scissors to make the cut, a sharp knock on the car window startled them both, causing them both to jump in their seats...

Oh, well smack my ass and call me Sally….a cliffy of sorts! You all seem to just love those goats...Yes, I just broke that date up into two parts. There was only going to be seven chapters and I've decided that, well, seven is blah. I didn't lie when I said chapter seven was going to be the date…I just failed to mention that it wouldn't be the whole thing. Whoops! Eight is a better number anyways. It's great because I had to throttle the life out of chapter three to get four and here we are headed off to eight!

-runs and hides from random things being thrown at her-

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