Authors Note: Hello everyone. This is purely a story of GSR fluff! It came to be during History class on Monday. If you enjoy it or etc, send me a review and let me know how I am doing.
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Project Grissom:
She racked her brain for her next move. Honestly she had not thought this far ahead yet. But, either way she was thrilled that things had progressed so far, and had gone so well. Soon the place began to fill up, and the dance floor began to get more and more crowded. The real night crowd had arrived, and with them, the real dancing was starting up. She could detect a definite change in the music style, perfect for the hip-grinding-booty-shaking beat.
Nick and Greg had headed over to the bar for more drinks and had been quickly swept off to the dance floor by a red-head and a brunette. We waved and grinned as Greg tore up the floor with the red-head, a parter that equaled his brimming enthusiasm and flare for the extreme. Nick and the brunette on the other hand could barely be seen, dancing intimately, but reservedly as they got familiar with each other, to the steady beat of the music. This seemed to be the signal for the second part of the evening to begin. Catherine had been looking towards the floor wistfully, giving Warrick a few pointed glances. In minutes they were off to the floor, Warrick puffing up his chest and extending an elbow for her to hold, both chuckling as they moved to join the writhing mass on the floor.
Sara continued their conversation, serenely sipping at her drink as she gazed at him. Soon, the work conversations earlier in the evening had wained, and in their place had developed into more intimate topics. Now Sara and Grissom were discussing their opinions on mass culture and it's effect on society. Sara was thrilled when he quoted a line from one of her favorite books: "Generation X". And he had been equally pleased to find she had read it. "I am glad we don't have 'Mc-Jobs'!" She quipped and he chuckled approvingly, his light blue eyes lighting up his entire face.
Sara grinned, flashing Gil a sultry smile. To her delight he flashed her back a shy smile. Flagging down a harried looking wandering bar tender, she ordered then both another round. When they arrived she was treated to a rather uncommon sight, a shocked looking Grissom. She had to suppress a giggle as she watched his features shift into something akin to horror, as well as a good dollop of wariness as he looked down at the pink and blue monstrosity in front of him.
"What is this?" He exclaimed, enunciating the first and last words as he cocked his head to better examine the slushy drink before him. "Relax Gill." She replied, eying him over her drink as she attempted to spear the cocktail cherry with the point of her drink umbrella. "Ever felt like the benefits of the action might outweigh the possible negative?" She questioned, fixing her eyes to his, waiting for her double innuendo to sink in. She saw him swallow heavily. Then he leaned forward, and placed a warm hand on her arm, slightly caressing it as he spoke.
"I am beginning to believe so. And I think the furthering of the... adventure can only ...deepen the rewards." And with that, before she could completely recover from his touch he tipped his glass towards her in a silent toast and took an experimental sip. This time Sara couldn't help herself and burst out into gales of laughter. His expression was absolutely priceless. He choked and spluttered, attempting to speak. Finally, he choked out: "Not bad." As she eyes watered.
Sara could only grin like an idiot, looking up she spotted Greg. They turned about to waved as the young CSI grinned back at them, his elbows resting on the wooden railing across the room. "You guys coming?" He shouted over the din. But before they could reply he was again dragged away by his red-headed dance partner.
"You want to see what the fuss is all about?" She questioned him. Hoping her voice expressed nothing but a mildly curious air. Surprisingly he agreed and they picked up their drinks and pushed their way down to the edges of the dance floor.
It was like entering an entirely different wo0rld, the already dim light darkened further, engulfing them in gloom, punctuated by flashing disco-style lights. The music thumped louder still, she felt it throb through her bones.
Suddenly his warm breath tickled her ear, she looked up as he leaned into her, his fingers closing gently around her small shoulder. "Theres Warrik and Catherine." He shouted, attempting to make himself heard. His other arm pointing at the dancing couple. Sara grinned as she spotted them. Dancing close together. Cathrine danced against Warrik, his hands around her small waist as they moved to the music. Greg, Nick and their perspective partners were no where to be found. Sara watched the dancers with interest, recalling some of the moves from her clubbing days in college. Originally, her roommates had dragged her along with them on their clubbing spree one night. They told her they couldn't bare to watch her, the proverbial bookworm spending yet another night with her nose in a textbook.
Soon enough they were spotted, the couple were almost immediately at their side cajoling them to dance. Struck by a sudden inspiration she dragged Catherine away to a quieter spot near the restrooms, and in a quick breathy rush revealed to the older woman, she entire plan. Hoping for advice on her next move. Catherine amused expression only widened as Sara spoke. Finally, once Sara finished, Catherine gave her a quick one-armed hug and exclaimed: "Finally!". Sara blushed and twirled the ice in her drink with nervous fingers.
"Follow my lead – We will give him a look at just what he isn't getting." Catherine said, a conspiratorially grin on her face she she tugged Sara into motion."A look of what?" She questioned, but seconds later Sara could only stumble after her, depositing her drink in a rush on a tray they passed as they swished out into the dance floor. Catherine nudged them into a semi circle of swaying single dancers. Immediately uncomfortable she baulked a bit. Catherine only smiled encouragingly at her, and then quickly began to sway to the beat. Before long she let go a bit and caught the rhythm. It was as though the years had fallen away and the old moves came back to her. The only thing that hadn't changed was her hesitation. But soon, that too fell away, so engrossed was she that she barely noticed noticed when Catherine was scooped away by Warrik and the group neared an even darker corner of the floor.
She look over to the corner she had abandoned Gil at, intent on bring him out for at least a quick dance. But to her confusion, and slight worry, only his drink remained to mark his previous presence, half-full on the small side table at the edge of the dance floor.
"Now where did he go?" She wondered, slightly worried he might have left.
Additional Authors Note: Thanks to CSI-LoVe-GSR who graciously agreed to become my first BETA. Thanks gal!
A/N: The Book mentioned is "Generation X" By David Coupland