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Project Grissom:

Back to Present

She abandoned the pink number as she savored the memory of the look on his face. Ah. Tonight was the perfect time to seduce Gilbert Grissom she thought. The board was set, she had made the first move. She felt almost giddy, like a teenager again. Smiling happily she looked up, surveying the crowded shop. Suddenly she saw it. The prefect shirt. The thought that it definitely was not work appropriate shot through her mind as she reached the rack. "Perfect!' she sighed. Finding her size she quickly shut herself into a change room. The minute she pulled it on, and straightened it over her body she knew this was the right shirt for tonight. It was a superb mix of classy and down right sexy. It was a tight fitting slinky shirt, it molded in perfect unity with her slim form. The V-neck complimented her breasts, emphasizing, yet not going over the line. It was black, with thin blood red lines criss-crossing the sides, and following the contours of the neck. She walked out, admiring her reflection in the wall mirror. "That is so you!" Chirruped a young sales girl. "Not many people can pull that number off. And honestly it suits you." She complimented. "Thanks, I am definitely getting this one, it is the perfect shirt for tonight." Sara replied. "Do you need pants for it?" The girl questioned. "No. I have the perfect pair at home." Sara replied. Mind already miles away, visualizing the slinky low riding black pants in her closet, and the low red strappy sandals that would go perfectly.

8:55pm That Night

Sara rushed about her apartment, a proverbial cloud of energy. Hopping about putting on a shoe, while her toothbrush hung out of her mouth. Hoping into her pants, while running back to the sink to apply the finishing touches to her makeup. Then rushing to her jewelry box for a different bracelet. All the while tense for the long awaited knock at her door. She fixed her hair, humming as she spritzed on some of her special perfume, reserved for only special occasions. She was just slipping on her other shoe when a knock echoed throughout the room. Composing herself, she did a quick once over in the mirror, then slipped on a trendy jean jacket. Seconds later she opened the door and was greeted by a handsome sight indeed. Smile shying, Grissom stood in her doorway. Dressed in a surprisingly trendy, and classy dark navy blue shirt and light blue jeans. Jeans? Since when did Grissom wear jeans? 'Wowza" She thought, allowing herself a good stare, totally unaware he was mimicking her actions, as his eyes roamed appreciatively over her form.

'Boy does he look fine.' She thought, the shirt and jeans showing off his body, trim and with a hint of muscle. The shirt had two buttons open, revealing a glimpse of his lower neck and upper chest. She licked her lips unconsciously. Wow. Those gym sessions with Brass are really going places she thought. Then shook herself out of her thoughts before she did something embarrassing ...like drooling.

"You look lovely." He said warmly. "Thanks." She said, grinning back as she locked the door behind her. Just wait till you see what I have on underneath she thought cunningly, but instead said: "You look great Gil." She added, smiling as a slight blush creped into his cheeks as he noticed her looking unabashedly at his attire. "Thanks." He managed, as he escorted her to his vehicle.

At the Club

Sara was throughly pleased as to how this evening had progressed. Catherine had told Sara once about this place. It was a trendy bar with a large and very popular dance floor. And most importantly, it was a popular joint for both young and older people to frequent. Grissom had baulked only slightly as they had entered. The lights and flashes from the only slightly populated dance floor had raised his hackles a bit. Sensing his discomfort she had steered him directly to the bar setting, immediately seeing the others, already seated and sporting drinks on the bar sections opposite side. What followed was a flurry of ordering drinks, Grissom buying a round for them all. Sara forwent her usual beer and sampled the bar's night special, a Porn Star. His eyebrows had shot up high as she had ordered the drink. She only winked back at him. He had cleared his throat and hastened to involve himself in Catherine and Warriks conversation. Sara grinned and leaned into him slightly, while pretending to be innocently watching Nick and Greg play an impromptu game of 'Flick-Football" with Greg's thumbs as goal posts, and Nick's balled straw wrapper balls as the 'football'. She had watched his neck flush, and enjoyed the sound of his breathing hitch at her contact.

Sara watched as little by little he became more at ease with his surroundings. Calming Grissom was akin to the difficulties of taming a wild stallion! Except with alcohol and touches, instead of saddles, bits, and whips. He even started enjoying himself. For awhile it was like a blast from the past, them all sitting together, joking and laughing. His smile matched hers, and oh that grin, it made her heart plunge and swoop.

She got up to visit the restroom, and on her return, her took off her jean jacket, revealing the sexy number underneath. The reaction was immediate, He had turned to look at her upon her return, a smile playing on his lips, but now his eyes roamed across her body, taking in the slinky outfit, mouth slightly open. Her outfit was out lost on the others either. Greg, predictably, cat-called. Nick winked at her. And Warrik, commented her choice. Cathrine was quick to echo him. She was surprised the Cathrine noticed anything more pressing then a nuclear explosion, both her and Warrik were engaged in what appeared to be a deep conversation, and Sara was uncertain what was going on below the booth. Sara grinned at them all and took her seat, cunningly taking the opportunity to scoot closer against him. She took it as mission successful when she felt him shift back against her. She could almost see it in her face. It must have echoed her own, desire, anticipation, and a wee bit of apprehension.

'So What now?' She thought, carefully planning out her next move. What now indeed...