I Cannot Believe this is Finally Happening
Chapter 7
(AN: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed - Really made my day! Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, but Christmas is coming. Santa can you hear me?)
They were awoken the next morning to the sounds of both of their cell phones ringing. Two groans were heard as two hands felt their way to two bedside tables groping around for the offending items. Neither was very happy they knew only one thing would have both their phones ringing this early in the day. Grissom picked up his phone and made his way into the hall to be sure the person on the other end would not hear Sara's voice in the background. Sara opened hers in the bed.
They each had basically the same conversation
"Sidle"/"Grissom"
"Alright, I'll be there shortly."/"I'm on my way."
As she closed her phone, Sara remarked "Well that was the shortest honeymoon in history."
Grissom smirked at her words, sat on the bed next to her leaned over and kissed her, and then said, "Good morning."
"Morning yes, good not so much anymore." She gave him a weak smile.
They went on to finish getting ready. Sara gave her husband a five minute head start so they would not arrive at the same moment.
When she got to the crime scene she pulled up next to Grissom's Denali and climbed out of the vehicle. Then she joined the rest of the team and went to work.
The newlyweds arrived home the following morning exhausted. They pretty much just climbed into bed and slept most of the morning and afternoon away. That evening they shared a meal before work. "So what do you think about the idea of breakfast tomorrow?"
"What about breakfast tomorrow?" Sara questioned.
"What if we get everyone to go out and we tell them about us?"
"Sure," she shrugged.
"That's it, sure?" Her lack of enthusiasm surprised him.
"Gil, we've tried this before, we always back out at the last minute. Yes, let's tell them, but I'm not holding my breath that we will actually go through with it." She drizzled dressing over her salad.
"We need to at some point." He took the bottle from her and poured it a little more generously over his salad.
Rushing to swallow before speaking, she eventually said, "I don't disagree with that."
"So we'll do it?" He paused before biting the pieces of lettuce and tomato off of his fork.
"Sure," she bit her lip to hide the laugh that was about to erupt.
"Sara!" They were both laughing now.
That night they were both at the lab just before the start of shift. Grissom went to his office, and after depositing her things in her locker, Sara made her way to the break room to await assignments.
When Grissom entered the room, Sara was at the table drinking a cup of coffee next to Greg. Catherine and Warrick were on the couch, and Nick was pouring himself some coffee.
Grissom immediately noticed Sara's hand, and Sara caught him watching her. As she followed his eyes, she realized the problem. She casually moved her left hand to her lap under the table. Then she took another sip of coffee using her right hand to lift the cup. Once she set it down again she moved her right hand to join her left hand and she carefully slipped the rings off her finger and slid them into her jacket pocket.
No one else seemed to notice, but this just reinforced the fact that their secret would not stay silent very much longer.
After shift Sara was in the locker room with Catherine and Greg when Nick walked in and asked if anyone wanted to go to breakfast. Sara was relieved that it would be someone else's idea. The three agreed. Sara asked, "What about Warrick and Grissom?"
"Warrick is going, I haven't see Grissom yet to ask."
"Well I'm all set, I'll go talk him into it," Catherine responded.
A minute later she was standing at his doorway. His head was bent down as he concentrated on the papers in front of him. When he did not look up, she cleared her throat. That got his attention.
"Yes Catherine?"
"Shift's over Gil, time for breakfast. We're all going to the diner, why don't you join us?"
"Give me five minutes and I'll be there."
"Really?" Surprise filling her voice.
"Yes," he nodded.
"That was easy," she mumbled to herself. She had been ready to do some arm twisting.
As Catherine made her way back down the hall she passed Sara going the other direction. She slipped into Grissom's office and closed the door behind her.
Grissom looked up, "So you got everyone to go out to breakfast, nice work."
"Actually Nick did, but it still works," she shrugged.
"You ready?" He said as he stood and picked up his jacket.
"Almost," she took a few steps closer and gave him a passionate kiss. "Just a little something to steady my nerves."
He looked at her for a brief minute and then smiled, "Feel better?"
"Much, let's go."
About ten minutes later they were all seated at the diner. Throughout the whole meal Sara and Grissom would glance at each other, but neither would say anything. Neither was sure if it was the reaction they were afraid of or if it was the thought of losing part of their private life.
After everyone was done eating, Sara was the first to place her money on the table, "Well, I've got to get going."
Greg looked up at her as she stood, "Hot date?" He teased.
"Something like that," she responded sarcastically.
"I need to get home too," Grissom said rising as he too put money on the table.
"Byes" were exchanged then the two made their way to the door.
Once they were out of earshot, Sara spoke first, "Well, we failed once again."
"It never came up." Grissom provided a defense.
"Gil, it never came up because we never brought it up. Face it, we are weak." She laughed a little as they reached their cars.
"We'll try again another time." He was ready to shrug it off for the time being.
"Do you really want them to know?" Sara said seductively while taking a few steps closer to him.
"Yes." He was serious, just too nervous to come right out and tell them.
"Then kiss me." She was close enough that the temptation was there.
"What?"
"Gil, they are all sitting on the other side of that window, kiss me." She dared him.
"Sara-"
"Look if you really want them to know, Kiss…Your…Wife…Gil Grissom." She smiled knowing that he would never do it. "I'll see you at home," she turned to get into her car and was shocked when he grabbed her hand and turned her until they were face to face. He immediately captured her lips. They could almost hear the gasps coming from inside the diner. When he released her, they both climbed into their respective vehicles and drove away.
Inside the diner, "What the hell is that?" Catherine's words pretty much represented what they all were thinking. She pulled out her phone and dialed Grissom's number as Nick pulled out his phone and dialed Sara's. Both calls went straight to voice mail, because unbeknown to them; Grissom and Sara were already on their phones with each other.
"I can't believe you did that!" She was actually shaking slightly at the rush of adrenalin that was coursing through her veins.
"You practically dared me. Are you mad?" He was worried he'd crossed a line.
"No more like shocked. You know we will probably be getting some phone calls shortly."
"I have a feeling there are already messages waiting for us."
Back at the diner…
"Well I don't know about you guys, but I am going to go see a certain Entomologist. Why don't you pay a visit to the brunette?" Catherine gathered her things.
"I don't know Catherine," Warrick started, "Maybe they want some time alone."
Catherine shot him a look, "Then they should not have put on that show for us."
They all got up to leave. A few minutes later the guys pulled up to Sara's apartment. They were surprised to say the least when a strange man answered the door.
Nick spoke, "Hi, I'm sorry; we are looking for a Sara Sidle."
"Well she's not here." With that he closed the door on three somewhat confused CSI's.
Nicked pick up his phone and dialed.
"Willows"
"Hey Cath-"
Before he could continue he was cut off, "Let me guess she's not there."
"Not only not here now, but no longer lives here."
"Really? Well guess where her car is right now?"
"Well, they don't need all of us barging in on them, why don't you get the scoop, and we'll see you tonight." Nick was starting to feel guilty for search party.
Catherine put her car into gear. "Actually, I think we can all get the scoop tonight. I mean it is pretty obvious that the idiot finally got his head out of the microscope."
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. See you tonight." She looked at Grissom's place one last time, shook her head, and drove off.
"See you." Catherine's comment left Nick even more confused, but figured that whatever the story was, it seemed to have a happy ending.
TBC…