Love Isn't Always on Time
Author's note: I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!
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A/N :
Two brief notes –
A couple of you have asked for the prompts that I am trying to work in… here they are… Takes place immediately after Committed, story about how they got together, includes 2 of the following: Smut, "I never knew it was possible to feel like this", "Playing coy doesn't really work for you", Greg interrupts a possible intimate moment, Sara singing, Grissom asking Catherine for some sort of advice, but she doesn't "get" that he's talking about himself and Sara, Grissom giving Sara jewelry of some kind. I deleted one that I didn't care for. I'm going to try to get every one of them in!
Oh how I love reading reviews and getting favorite notifications! I had such a great response to the first chapter; I'm hyper-motivated to do more! Thanks to all of you for your kind words. You have no idea how much it means to me!
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Chapter 2
"Gil," Catherine chuckled, "You look worse than I do!"
"I see the stooges have already filled you in on the layout room debacle," he replied.
"You really don't know much about women do you," she laughed. He shook his head sadly, "No, Catherine, I don't."
Wanting to change the subject, he added, "And it appears that you don't know much about walking on the moving stages at Cirque."
She smiled at him, "It was just an accident, the lift moved just as I was jumping off, I missed the last step!"
"Well I'm glad to see you can laugh about it."
"Drugs, Grissom, good drugs, I'm happy about everything right now," Catherine explained, smiling contentedly from the IV drip in her arm. "Should be back to work in a couple weeks, so you can tell Sara she can't have my job."
Grissom shook his head. "No Catherine, the Doctor said it would about six weeks, so, per Conrad Ecklie, Sara will be taking your place on the task force."
Catherine laughed hysterically.
"Its not really that funny, Catherine," Grissom said seriously, "She's not right for the job."
"Well, maybe with some implants she could be," Catherine again laughed hysterically, "She's a pretty girl, but she's not dancer material, no one will buy it."
Grissom suddenly understood why his comment had been taken so badly. It was condescending, just as Catherine was being right now, but he couldn't blame the IV drugs for his lapse of good sense.
"Catherine, I'd leave that alone for now, or at least until you come down off your Oxy-high."
"Sure Grissom, I know you don't want me to talk about your girl like that."
"My girl?" he appeared to be confused. Or at least that's what he told himself he was trying to look like. "You are definitely under the power of those pain killers, you just said Sara was my girlfriend."
"Oh come on Grissom, get your head out of the microscope. You think I'm the only one who notices that you have to fasten your jacket when she gets too close to you? Just go for it, man, you won't have to worry about rejection." She patted his hand for emphasis.
Grissom looked at his feet. He really hadn't thought that anyone had seen his physical reactions to Sara recently. It seemed that since the DUI, he had become very close to her. More than even in San Francisco. But he must have been wrong about being able to conceal his feelings.
"Enough about me," he said, expertly changing the subject, "How are you feeling?"
"Well, other than a broken leg and a concussion, just wonderful." She smiled, "And just think, now I get to listen to my mother tell me that I shouldn't be doing this work and I won't be able to run away from her!"
He laughed. "I'm sure she has your best interest at heart, Cath, as do I, so please try to be more careful next time ok?"
"You got it boss!" she answered, looking at him squarely in the eyes, she began to tell him something really important. "Gil, this is serious now, I want you to listen to me very carefully, you and Sara are…." and she drifted off.
Wow, he thought, just in the nick of time!
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From the driver's seat of the Denali, Sara could be heard for a mile away complaining about the way that she was treated by her supervisor.
"So what am I then?" she asked Nick, "Chopped liver?"
"Playing coy doesn't really work for you," Nick replied, sliding as close to the door as he could to avoid being slugged in the arm. "You know he is crazy about you Sar, he just doesn't want you to get hurt."
"Bull Nick, Bull," she answered, still fuming, "He thinks of me as a co-worker, he's made that clear, I just need to get the hell over it, and you are not helping!"
"Sara," Nick replied in his smoothest, Texas cowboy drawl, "Darling, he is crazy about you, he just doesn't know how to deal with it. Just think about it, does he ever deal with his emotions? Hell for two years, I thought he might be a robot because he never got mad or sad."
She snickered at his robot comment.
"Now there's my girl, let's see that beautiful Sidle smile, and if he doesn't want to take you seriously, I've got a really good friend…."
The slug to his shoulder came out of nowhere.
"Ow, Girl, that's a pretty good right hook you got there!" he said, rubbing his shoulder.
They approached their assigned crime scene and pulled their kits out of the truck.
"No blind dates, Nick. I appreciate the sentiment, but I think I am going to swear off men for a while."
"Oh, in that case, I have a really good girlfriend who…" this time, the punch came to the other arm. "Ok, ok, I get the point!"
She smiled at him. She was so lucky to have so many really good friends. She counted Nick as one of the best.
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Grissom met Brass at the door to Catherine's room.
"How's our little firecracker doing?" Brass asked.
"She's a little dopey right now," Grissom answered his friend, "I think a good sleep will do wonders for her."
"Want to get a beer then?" Brass asked.
"Sure," Grissom responded, "Let's go to Charley's down the road."
They met at the bar about 10 minutes later. Brass knew Grissom's tells and asked him "What's wrong Pal?"
"Nothing," Grissom answered, trying to blow him off.
But Brass, being a detective, was not swayed.
"Gil, you and I have been friends for a long time, I know that you haven't been yourself since the incident with Sara and the nutjob. What's going on?"
"I don't know."
"Baloney, Gil, you know full well what the problem is," Jim insisted as he used his hands to order another round. Brass continued his investigation, "When are you going to face up to the fact that you can't live without her any more?"
"Jim, I just can't do it, it's her career – and mine, and I just don't have guts to risk either." He drank his beer, shaking his head slowly, "I never knew it was possible to feel like this!"
"I've been there buddy, I promise," Jim replied, taking a long swallow of his beer, "When I first fell for Annie, I thought I could fight it. But you can't fight true love Gil. I'm sorry, but you might as well throw in the towel, cause you got it bad, and you won't be happy until you find out if she feels the same way."
Grissom nodded, he knew his friend was right, but really couldn't bring himself to admit it.
"And by the way," Jim smiled and winked at his buddy, "I think that odds are that you may be pleasantly surprised by her answer."
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"So, do you think you can teach me to dance?" Sara asked.
"I don't know honey," Catherine replied, still feeling the effects of the painkillers. "Do you have any rhythm at all?"
"Seriously Catherine, how long have we been friends?" Sara answered in disbelief.
"Well," she thought a moment, "We've known each other for about 6 years, but we've been friends for about 4…" she didn't finish the rest of the sentence.
"Catherine, really, you had me at Somethin-somethin," they both laughed remembering Catherine's random answer to the junkie who killed Holly Gribbs.
"Ok, so I'm exaggerating a bit, but what's your point Sara-beara?" Catherine continued to make points with Sara by calling her a nickname she thought she had left behind at age 4.
"I sing in the car all the time, Catherine, of course you know I have rhythm."
"Well my friend, I will do all that I can, but we have only a week and your aren't really … well, how can I say this nicely.."
"You can't," Sara said, trying to give Catherine a lot of leeway due to diminished capacity, "You just can't, so don't say it."
"Oh, Sara, its not your fault. You can't help genetics. But you are a really pretty girl, so we can work around the boobies ok?" Catherine began to drift.
"Thanks, I think," she replied as she watched Catherine float off to dreamland. "I'll prove to you and Grissom that I can do anything I put my mind to!"
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AN Hey thanks again for reading. I wonder what Sara will do as an exotic dancer, or mores to the point, what it will do to Grissom when he sees her dressed up as an exotic dancer. Oh, yeah, GSR on the way in a chapter or two!