Chapter 6
RING
RING
Sara began to crawl out of bed before Jason beat her to the phone. "Hello? Yes, Dr. Grissom, Sara is here, but she's sleeping. Can I take a message? Ah, alright. Farty Arty's Pub. Seven thirty. Certainly. Casual. See you tonight. Thank you!"
"Who was that?" Sara said, collapsing in her bed.
"Dr. Grissom, wanted to ask you when the thing tonight was and where. And what to wear. Not too many social graces, this guy, huh? Doesn't seem to bother you, though."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Sara began to see where Jason was going.
"Its just that you, well, talked with him for hours last night and I know you have no interest in going to Marina Del Rey. I thought he was some weird old bug guy."
"So did I."
They arrived at Farty Arty's and took a seat, waiting for Grissom. "Hello!" He had arrived and taken a seat at the table. "Should I get the first drinks?"
"Ah, no. That is my job. The birthday person gets the drinks and takes pleasure in watching his friends get drunk. I keep the pictures for blackmail later," Jason chuckled while Grissom looked at Sara.
"Really?" He asked.
"Yeah. You should see the pics I have from my birthday. Great shots. Jason is trying to get me back."
They ordered three rounds of tequila, having a beer between each, before Sara said that something else needed to be tried. That was followed by a round of lemon drops, and Sara looked at Jason, over her beer, and said, "I think seven and a half is about my limit after the other night."
"No, you need at least one shot of The Capitan, then I'll let you go after a few snaps." Jason shot a few pictures, slid another shot to Grissom and Sara who looked at each other and smiled.
"This is a very strange way of celebrating someone's birthday." Grissom took the shot and put it to his lips. "Bottom's up."
They finished the shot together and Sara got up to go use the bathroom. She stumbled a bit and grabbed the wall. "Sorry, I, uh, don't drink much." She disappeared into the bathroom and left Jason and Grissom by themselves.
"She should be alright, but if she starts hitting on you, don't take it personally, she gets like that when she gets drunk," Jason advised.
"Alright." Grissom pursed his lips and cocked his head to one side, "can't be all bad, can it?"
"Well, if you don't mind it, I'll have you take her home, but you have to take her up to her place, or she'll end up waking everyone up. Here are her keys."
"Did she have something happen that made her swear off men?" Grissom was beginning to loose the wall that he usually had up.
"A guy manhandled her and she was pretty upset about it. Then she just threw herself into her Master's, I don't even think she wants to get it, really, she just needs something to do."
Sara made her entrance and took a seat. "I think I'm about done. Take whatever pictures you want, but I'm outta here."
"Dr. Grissom is taking you home," Jason began to tell Sara, who's eyes began to grow wide.
"You can both call me Gil or Grissom." Grissom said, "All this Doctor stuff is making me a bit paranoid. We can leave now, if you want, Sara."
"Sure. Yeah." She gave Jason an evil look which was not at all concealed from Grissom.
"Why don't we get a picture of you two hugging?" Jason was eager to get some blackmail on Sara.
"Uh, Alright." Grissom said.
"I, uh," They hugged and Jason took the picture. Through the drunken haze Sara could still feel something between them and hoped she wasn't imagining it. He looked down at her as they parted.
"Lets get you home."
