I Cannot Believe this is Finally Happening
Chapter 2
(AN: Thank you for the reviews, I'm glad this has been so well-received! Disclaimer: I do not own CSI)
Sara was ready before six-thirty. She was curious, to say the least, about what the night would bring. No one on earth ran hot and cold like Dr. Gilbert Grissom and that fact made her nervous. The little voice in her head was screaming, Proceed with extreme caution! It wasn't that she was ignoring her little voice; it was just that she knew if she didn't at least try, she would wonder what could've been for the rest of her life.
Six-thirty-two, she sighed, how slow was time going to go until he picked her up? She decided to try to busy herself so she sat down at her computer and opened up a game of solitaire. Her competitive nature kept her busy trying to win the game until a knock sounded at the door. She glanced at the clock and was not at all surprised to see it was seven-o'clock on the dot.
She opened the door and smiled back at the one that greeted her. "Are you ready?" He asked.
"I think so," she grabbed her sweater, purse, and keys, locked her door, and turned to Grissom. He offered his elbow, which she gladly accepted it. When they reached his SUV he opened the passenger door for her, and when she was safely inside he closed the door for her as well. He walked around to the driver's side and joined her inside the vehicle.
He smiled at her and thought for a second, then leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. When he pulled back he saw the rather large smile left on her face. He turned and started the engine, feeling some pride in himself.
"So, uh where are we headed this evening?" He hadn't told her anything yet.
"You'll see."
"You're not going to tell me?" She raised her eyebrows at him.
"Ah, no," he shook his head a couple times.
"Grissom," she playfully said to him.
He just shook his head some more with mock sorrow.
About a half hour later they pulled off the road and Grissom parked the car. Sara looked around a little confused. "Uh, where are we?"
"Nowhere."
"Where?"
"Middle of nowhere. I thought it might be fun," he shrugged.
"You could leave a body out here," she joked.
"You could," he said as he opened the tailgate, "Or you could have a picnic as the sun set and then watch the stars come out." He said this as he pulled a blanket, picnic basket, and cooler from the SUV.
Sara's face brightened. "That's a great idea," she said as she helped him spread the blanket out over the ground.
He motioned for her to sit, and then he set the basket and cooler down and joined her. He pulled out a bottle of wine and poured two glasses, offering one to her and then made a toast, "To," he thought for a moment, "Beginnings." They clanged glasses and each took a sip.
"Very nice," Sara said looking at her glass.
"I'm glad you approve."
She just smiled shyly as he pulled a plate of cheese and fruit from the cooler and some bread from the basket. Then he retrieved a pie plate from the cooler, "I hope you like quiche."
"You made a quiche? I am impressed." She set her glas of wine carefully on the ground.
"It is mushroom, artichoke and Swiss."
"Sounds delicious."
"I hope so." He took out a couple plates and served Sara a piece before cutting one for himself.
They sat and ate for a few minutes then Sara broke the silence, "This is really good."
"I'm glad you like it, more wine?"
"Please," she said holding up her glass.
Eventually they finished eating and began talking. Finding things to talk about came easily for them. As they spoke, they half laid, half sat on the blanket as they watched the sky go from blue to red-orange, and eventually faded to black. Sara went to the SUV to retrieve her sweater. When she returned and sat back down, he moved so his legs straddled hers. Then she leaned back into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her midsection. Neither one knew just how comfortable the other was.
He began pointing out constellations to her. She could barely concentrate on his words when his warm breath tickled her ear and neck, sending shivers down her spine. She turned towards his voice and their eyes met. They grabbed each other's lips. Sara half turned in his embrace. Their tongues clashed in the middle. After a few minutes they separated needing air, and just stared into each other's eyes.
"It is getting late, we should head back," Grissom said still catching his breath.
Sara just nodded.
He picked up the basket and cooler as she folded the blanket and followed him to the car. Before he was done packing everything up, she was seated on the passenger seat. He walked around to the driver's seat and they drove toward Sara's home. They rode in relative quiet, with a few mini conversations here-and-there.
When they arrived at Sara's place he walked her to the door. He wasn't really ready to say good-bye, but he also did not want to force his way inside, so he was relieved when she spoke, "Would you like to come inside?"
"Okay."
They walked through the door, "Would you like some coffee?" She turned to face him.
He looked her in the eyes, "No thank you." He took a couple steps closing the distance between them, took her chin in his hand, and kissed her. She immediately responded by wrapping her arms around his neck as he moved his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
Things got pretty heated after that. At the point that his mouth was attached to her neck as his fingers were attempting to take off her sweater, she thought she should say something, "Uhh…Gil, um…..ooooo," she couldn't keep the smile off her face, but knew she had to get this out. "Uhh, Gil I don't have any uh, um did you bring anything with you?" She found it very difficult to talk with the amazing things his fingers were doing to her body.
He was still making his way down her neck, and at first she wasn't sure if he even heard what she said, until he paused and began rubbing her arms as he spoke, "I'm sorry, I didn't think about that until now." He just stood there rubbing her arms and shoulders.
"We could watch a movie or something," she said hoping he wouldn't make a run for the door.
"What do you have?" He was relieved that she wasn't showing him the door.
"Uh," she looked up at the ceiling trying to remember, "Manchurian Candidate, Forest Gump, uh… Same Time Next Year, what else? Um…Meet the Parents…"
"Same Time Next Year?" He raised his eyebrows at her.
"Yes, I love that movie." He just looked at her. "Don't judge me; I'm sure if I went through your movie collection I would find some pretty interesting items."
"I'm sure you would," he said in a barely audible whisper.
"Sorry?"
"Oh, uh what is Meet the Parents?"
"You've never seen it?" He shook his head. "Well it's Ben Stiller, Owen Wilson, and of course Robert De Niro. It's pretty good."
"In that case, that or Forest Gump would be fine."
"Well do you want me to laugh or cry," she looked him in the eye.
"Laugh."
"Meet the Parents it is." She put the disk in the player and joined him on the couch.
As the previews started, Grissom put his arm around Sara and said, "You know you called me 'Gil' earlier."
"I did?" She hadn't even realized.
"You did…I liked it." She smiled when he squeezed her shoulders, and she leaned into his chest. Before the cat peed on grandma, they had drifted off to sleep, in each other's arms.
A couple hours later, Sara woke up realizing they had fallen asleep on the couch. She just turned in his embrace and easily fell back asleep.
TBC…