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Summery: Post Living Doll. The team searches for Sara with the help of our favorite NCIS Team. Because you've got to love a good crossover. GSR
A/N: A little sexual naughtiness at the end. Nothing too explicate but I thought I should warn you.
Another A/N: Starts with a flashback before we hop back to present time. Hope it's not too confusing.
Nine and a half years ago
McConnell's Pub
Washington DC.
After several months of lectures, Grissom had to admit that most of the student's had impressed him, but none so much as Sara Sidle. During the first month of class, she had come up to him frequently after class to talk about his lecture, criminal investigation or in one case, the weather. After a month he invited her to lunch and she agreed. The lunch had lasted for three hours. They talked intensely about everything they could think of, until they were interrupted by the shrill ring of Sara's cell phone. She had looked guilty when she checked the caller ID and returned the phone to her bag without answering it. She excused her self quickly after that, apologetically leaving payment for her portion of the bill on the table.
After that fateful day, she no longer came up to him after class. She stayed in the front row, but asked less questions, instead focusing on writing what appeared to be the most detailed notes Grissom had ever seen.
One night, towards the end of the semester, a group of his students insisted he join them for a at least one drink and he had finally relented after hearing Sara Sidle agree to go as well. The chance to spend time with her again was one he would not pass up.
The young women intrigued him, that was undeniable. He would never have gone so far to say as to say that he was interested in her (he would never cross the line with a student) but he was defiantly intrigued. The students sat around two large tables they pushed together.
"Two pitchers of beer." One of the students said to the bartender, "And eight glasses." Both the students and Grissom became less formal as they finished the pitchers and ordered more. He noticed Sara checking her watch frequently, looking the door every time someone entered the bar. He wondered who she was looking for as she got up. He lost track of her for a moment when someone asked him a question. He answered quickly as he subtly looked around for Sara, finally locating her at the bar, taking a shot of tequila and talking to the bartender. Grissom excused himself from the conversation and made his way to the bar. He read there lips out of practiced habit.
"Get your thesis back yet?" Asked the bartender.
"Not yet." Sara looked nervous just talking about the important document, smiling when she caught Grissom watching her. She pursed her lips as he walked towards her. He smiled at her, there was something about him, she had to admit that.
"I do indeed." Answered the bartender, pouring her another shot, "On me." he said when she began to protest. She smiled, taking the shot and looking a Grissom with curiosity.
At first she had believed that her interest in Grissom was a simple crush. It happened often when one was in school and attracted to knowledgeable older men. However, several months had gone by and her feelings for him had only increased. It didn't help that things between she and Jethro were not going well. She spent most of her time working on her thesis or at school, and he spent most of his time at work. They almost never saw each other and the time apart had not been good for them.
The lunch had been a clear single to her. She was falling for Grissom and hard. She had attempted to avoid him when she could, only agreeing to go out tonight because she was supposed to meet up with Jethro after work and McConnell's seemed as good a place to meet as any other. Although, when she thought about it, she had to admit that she wanted another opportunity to see Grissom outside of class. Odds were that it would take Jethro hours to show up.
He sat down next to her and ordered another drink. She was about to say something when her cellphone rang.
"Hang on." Said Sara, picking up her phone, "Sidle." He listened to her half of the conversation almost without meaning too. It was as if he couldn't stop himself. "I'm at McConnell's... No I'm not ignoring my friends to hang out with the bartender." Sara smiled guiltily at the bartender who grinned... he's not my best friend... " She listened to what was obviously a long explanation she didn't want to hear before she sighed deeply, trying to cover it by clearing her throat, "Yeah imagine my surprise that you're going to be working late, again... No... Jethro... it's fine... you too... bye." The bartender placed a drink in front of Grissom and poured Sara another shot as she slammed her phone shut.
"Trouble in paradise?" The bartender asked sympathetically.
"Never been paradise." Sara took the shot causing Grissom hoped she lived in walking distance. There was no way she should drive a car at this point.
"Ain't that the truth. What he do now?" The bartender said, leaning on the counter. Grissom watched as the bartender and Sara had what seemed to be like a familiar conversation,
"Nothing really. Just Jethro being Jethro." Sara said. Grissom was surprised at how his chest tightened every time Sara said the other man's name. She said it intimately and it unsettled him in a way her couldn't begin to explain.
Grissom and Sara managed to outlast everyone of her classmates and stayed at the bar until closing. He walked her home and she held his arm to steady herself. Grissom felt his body temperature rise at her close proximity.
"Semester is almost over." said Sara, her lips so close her his ear that he could feel her breath on his skin, "What do you do now?"
"Starting a job in Vegas." He answered, "Not one of the best crime labs in the country but I think it's got potential. How about you?"
"I finished my thesis and turned it in." She answered, "Now I have to wait while the entire physics department reads and evaluates it."
"Thinking about going for your doctorate?" Asked Grissom's
"Usual follow up." Answered Sara, "Not much you can do with just a masters in physics. But I don't know. Lately I've become interested in other things. And I miss the west coast." She admitted, "I miss the pacific ocean."
"I know what you mean." Grissom agreed, they had often talked about living on th west coast. They both seemed to miss the ocean and the warm weather. He looked at her, suddenly wanting to kiss her more than anything in the world.
Sara stopped walking suddenly. They had arrived on the street she lived on and she recognized the familiar silhouette in the lamplight. He was smoking a cigarette and holding a bottle of what she knew to be bourbon. She wondered why he wasn't waiting inside. Another on of his self-punishing habits. He new that she was angry at him and this was him form of penance. That or he locked himself out again and was too drunk to pick the lock.
"What's wrong." Grissom asked, looking at her with concern.
"Nothing." She smiled, "My apartment is just across the street. I'll see you in class." She said quickly before turning away from him and running to her apartment. He was puzzle by her quick departure until her saw her run into the arms of another man. He watched as they kissed deeply, scolding himself for being jealous. The man, who he supposed had to be Jethro, offered Sara a cigarette. She took it, lighting it expertly and she leaned against the stoop of her building with her arms crossed. Grissom had forgotten that she smoked. All the ways he didn't really know her reminded Grissom that if anything, he himself was the other man. She laughed at something the man said and let him kiss her again, her body language became more relaxed. He turned, feeling a little like a stalker and walked back to his car, thinking about Sara the entire way.
Desert Palms Hospital
Sara Sidle's Room
Present Day
The Following Morning.
Sara was dressed simply in old jeans and a short sleeve shirt. She zipped up her suit case and sat on the bed, impatiently waiting for Grissom, who was at the nurses station, checking her out. She looked up and saw that Gibbs and Abby had arrived. Grissom smiled and shook Gibbs's hand. He continued to fill out her paper work while engaging Abby in a lively discussion about her thesis, which Grissom was half-way through reading. Gibbs grew bored with the scientific discussion and quickly headed towards her room.
"I thought you had a flight to catch?" said Sara, standing up.
"I do." He answered, "Abby and I just wanted to stop in and say good-bye."
"I'm glad you did." Sara sighed, making sure that Abby and Grissom were not heading towards the room "I wanted to tell say." she paused,
"You don't have to." He said
"Nothing happened between Grissom and I while we were together."
"You didn't sleep with him." Gibbs said, "But something happened."
"Jethro..."
"I remember when you came home from that first lecture. " The image of her coming home that day popped into Gibbs's head- her huge grin and shining eyes, "Believe me I was not thrilled that you be spending 3 days a weeks with that man for an entire semester. Luckily for me you didn't keep me around that long."
"That's not why..."
"I know." Gibbs said, "I'm just saying that sometimes you fall in love with someone long before you ever touch them."
"Another Abbism?" Asked Sara, before adding, "Grissom told me what you said to him. About telling people how you feel. Thank you" They looked at each other for a long moment.
"I wasn't a good person to be with then." Gibbs looked at Sara with regret, "I made a lot of mistakes."
"We both did." She answered.
"Ready Sara?" Asked Grissom, standing in the doorway, next to Abby. He was holding a clip board. "One signature and you are out of here." He smiled at her fondly. She signed quickly and the nurse came in with a wheelchair.
"I can walk." Said Sara, protesting.
"Hospital rules." Said the nurse. Abby volunteered to push Sara down the hallway. The nurse allowed her to. Together the foursome made there way down the hall to Grissom's waiting car. They said their good-byes. Gibbs watched as Grissom helped Sara into the car before going around to the drivers side and getting in. He watched a he kissed her before putting the car into gear. He saw as he held her hand after.
Sara was happy. Gibbs smiled as Abby touched his arm.
"We have to go. Our flight is in less than two hours." They walked together to their car, Abby bouncing with energy at every step. He opened the door for her and let her play her new favorite CD for him on the way to the airport.
That Night
Abby's Lab NCIS
Abby practically hugged her machines with joy. She tuned them on and blasted the music, sadly finishing the first Caf!Pow she had in two days. She began to methodically go through the backlogged reports an e-mails room the last few days.
"Not bad." She said to he Mass-spectrometer, "Another Caf!Pow and I'll be able to finish this tonight.
"Than it's a good thing I brought you one." Gibbs said smiling, waiting for his hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Abby both hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, "How did you know that I would be here?"
"Because you're you" Answered Gibbs handing Abby her drink. "Bring your work upstairs, DiNozzo ordered Chinese food." Gibbs picked up Abby large stack of paper work and laptop before leading her to the elevator.
"Watching your six, Boss." Said Abby happily slurping her Caf!Pow and watching Gibbs's behind.
"The term is, on your six, Abbs."
"Oh I know." She grinned at him wickedly while the elevator doors closed.
Grissom and Sara's Townhouse
Later that Same Night
Grissom and Sara sat comfortable on their bed, watching an old movie on TV. Sara was sandwiched between Grissom and Bruno. Neither had left her side for more than a minute since she arrived home. They shared a bottle of wine and kissed often.
"I was jealous." Admitted Grissom.
"When?" Asked Sara, surprised at the conversation.
"When we ran into Gibbs and Abby last year. I saw you with him and I..."
"Gil, there's no reason..."
"I know." Grissom said, "I even knew then but... I wanted you to know. That I was jealous, and that I'm sorry."
She kissed him, "Thank you."
"And ten years ago." He said quickly, "I was jealous when I found out you had a boyfriend. Even though I had already sworn I wouldn't cross the line with a student. I couldn't stand the idea of you with someone else. I never could." He looked embarrassed.
"When you decide to share you really go for it." Sara kissed him, "Thank you." She said, "Thank you." She repeated, kissing him again, this time, more passionately. Bruno took the message and got up, heading down the hall to his favorite chair in the living room.
She pulled Grissom on top of her, needing to feel his weight on her body. He kissed her, wanting to possess her completely. They began to tug at each others clothes, impatient for the feeling of her bare skin against his. They came together quickly in a tangle of sheets and moans- It was if they needed to prove to each other that they were both still alive.
"I love you." Said Grissom, never taking his eyes off of her.
"I love you too." After, he held her and they fell asleep, happy to finally be home.
The End
A/N: Thank you for reading, reviewing and taking the time to travel through a crossover of two of my favorite shows.
PS: I'm writing what might become a sequel. I'm just not done playing with these characters even though this story felt finished.