Please read this first!!! I am making a sort of competition to be included in this fic in the last few chapters. I'd like your thoughts on the perfect GSR song and it will be included in one of the last chapters for a special purpose. Sorry, but here is the small print: I don't accept any of the following songs: Nickelback: Far Away (perfect but too predictable) Counting Crows: Accidentally in love (again, too predictable) or any by Boston, Jon Bon Jovi or Brian Adams. Any others are ok. I'll pick three and include the person's name in the dedications. All entries in before June 7th please (Note: this is not the date of the last chapter, just the date for the songs and also my Birthday!!!) thanks everyone!
"Well Griss, you were right, dinner was lovely, thanks." Sara said, pushing her cleared plate away and patting her stomach. Gil smiled, stood up and took both plates to the sink to wash them. "You cook and do the washing up afterwards? You're not gay are you?" she joked.
"You didn't ask me that two years ago." He said before he could atop himself. Sara gasped and Grissom groaned in frustration. He dropped his head and slumped his hands into the scalding water. He didn't register the pain in his fists until a few seconds later when he pulled them out and they were a different colour with less skin.
"Son of a… ahhh!" He yelled and shook his hands. "Damn it!"
Sara ran towards him "What happened? Are you alright?" she put her hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I just shoved my hands in the skin-singing-off water." He said, showing her his now red hands and half way up his arm.
"Ooh, that's gotta hurt. Come on." She carefully grabbed his arm and led him into the bathroom. "Take your shirt off." She ordered.
"Pardon?" Grissom said, looking at Sara like she was a crazy person.
"I have to remove any material form the burn areas and clean the wounds so take off your shirt." She turned to the sink and turned on the cold water. Grissom attempted to undo the buttons on his shirt but his finger were hurting too much. Seeing him struggle was very funny, Sara thought, but she took pity on him and began to undo the buttons. In the two years they had been apart, Grissom had not lost his physique. He still had rather prominent pecks and abs, but Sara tried not to concentrate on them as Grissom tried not to concentrate on the beautiful woman unbuttoning his shirt. Once all the buttons where undone, Sara turned him and pulled the shirt off his shoulders.
"Ok, now give me your arm." She said. She took his arm and held it under the now icy cold water. Grissom winced but kept his arm there. After Sara had cleaned both arms, she applied some antiseptic cream and told him to go and sit down. "You can't let your arms get near any chemicals for about two days incase they get infected, which means you can't go into work for at least a day. Sorry Griss."
"It's ok. It's my own damn fault for plunging my hands elbow deep into a sink of boiling water. Ah well, I suppose I'd better call Catherine." He picked up his cell and dialled Catherine's number. "Cath it's Gil, I can't come into work tonight, I've burned my arms in the washing up water. It's not funny Catherine! Yeah…ok…you too…see you tomorrow." Flipping his cell shut he walked over to the sofa and flopped down on it.
"Girlfriend?" Sara asked.
"Pardon? Girlfriend? Catherine? Ha!" Grissom let out a bark of laughter "No way! She's my best friend. I mean, sure she's attractive, but I just don't see her like that. Plus she's got a daughter, Lindsay. I love her to bits, but I don't think I could handle kids now." He didn't see the look of disappointment on Sara's face as he said this "Anyway, as we seem to have strayed into the relationship area, are you seeing anyone? What about this mysterious William?"
Sara looked at him and smiled sadly. "No, I'm not seeing anyone. And William, well, I don't really want to talk about it just now. It's kind of a difficult situation."
Grissom placed a hand on hers as her eyes glassed over a bit "Hey, don't worry, you don't have to tell me. I'm sorry to sound heartless and change topic, but you kinda need to go to work now. I need that report done a.s.a.p." he gave her a sympathetic smile and got up, grabbing the keys to his car and walking to the door.
"Where are you going? Didn't you hear me when I said you can't go into work today?"
"Yes but unless you plan on getting to work by magic, you'll need a lift. Come on." He held out his hand and she took it. Through the pain in his hand, he felt a surge on electricity, much like he had done the first time he had touched her hand. She must have felt it too because she blushed slightly and walked to the door.
Half an hour later, Grissom pulled up outside the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Sara was sat in the front passenger seat and looked a little nervous.
"You ok?" he asked, placing his hand on her knee in a friendly way.
She smiled at him and patted his hand "Yeah, I just feel, weird. It's like my first day at school again. No scratch that, no one's hit me yet." She mumbled the last part under her breath but Grissom still heard her.
"What? What do you mean no one's hit you yet? Sara?" he looked deeply concerned but Sara smiled weakly at him and opened the door.
"I'll tell you everything when I get home. There's a lot of stuff you need to know before I leave again." She closed the door and walked towards the door. Grissom rolled down the window and yelled her name.
"Sara, call me when you finish and I'll pick you up, ok?" Sara smiled again, nodded and waved as she walked through the double doors.
Sorry, this chapter sucked. It was just something to get to the next one. Some pepople might not like the next few chapters, but I can't tell you why because it will spoil it.