A/N: Okay, so Chapter One got almost 100 hits, but very few reviews... which worried me... so I'm uploading the second chapter.

I really wanna get these chapters uploaded, cuz I've got some good ones! :P

Oh, a little side note: All these chapters are either based on a real episode, or are entirely my imagination.

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own CSI or any of it's characters.

I wish I did, though! I would totally bring back William Petersen!

WEDNESDAY

"...Pin me down." Sara said after a moment.

Grissom's heart skipped a beat. He stared at her for a moment, then slowly reached for her wrists and gently held them above her head.

He had walked in on Sara inspecting a sheet from a murder she had been assigned to. They had been theorizing possible chain of events.

Sara glanced back for a moment to make sure she wasn't touching the sheet.

"She would have struggled." Sara said slowly, and moved her arms up and down in a pretend effort to get free. She couldn't help but love how his grip tightened. "But then, she gave up. Afterward, when he got up, he put his hands on the sheet for leverage."

Grissom stared into her eyes for one moment more, then tore them away to stare at her hips, as he let go of her wrists and replaced them on either side of her waist. Sara's gaze followed them. "Like this... which explains how the wax got from him to the sheet."

"Yes." Sara turned her head to gaze into his eyes once again.

Then it became terribly silent, and tension filled the room.

Grissom couldn't stop staring into her dark brown eyes. Lean in, his mind told him. Lean in now, before she moves! Grissom slowly obliged.

Surprise flitted across her face for an instant, but disappeared as she started to mirror his movements.

"Hey, um... Griss?" A voice called from the doorway.

He cursed in his mind. He was going to kill whoever interrupted his moment. They had been so close...!

He stared into her eyes for a second more, then turned his head as Sara did the same to greet the newcomer. He couldn't help but note the coincidence that it was Nick.

Nick's mind raced frantically. He hadn't really thought of what to say, but he had known he had to stop them from kissing. If Sara kissed Grissom, his own chances with her would be obliterated.

"I... uh... closed the rape case!" He blurted.

"Oh, really?" Sara discreetly removed Grissom's hands as she approached him. "Nice job!"

"Couldn't have done it without your help!" Nick grinned, casually tossing his arm around her midsection. "Come on, wanna get coffee?"

"Sure!" Sara replied as he led her out of the room.

Nick paused for a split second to toss a triumphant smirk over his shoulder at Grissom. He winked, then turned and guided Sara away.

Grissom's blood boiled. He stormed to his office, where he sulked for the rest of the day.