Behind The Scenes
By: supercsi4
Chapter 6 - Bite Me
SARA:
At our crime scene today, I was processing the bathroom and thought back to Grissom and my argument that morning. I needed more space in the bathroom and he just didn't understand that. His solution is always to make love to me and cause me to forget what we were even arguing about. That was also his plan this morning, making us late to work.
We had been living together for almost a week now and had just moved the final boxes in that morning and our relationship was surely being tested. He was at least being nicer to me at work though. I had mentioned how he never said 'please' anymore when he was bossing me around at a crime scene, so of course he had to emphasize it today. "Sara, would you please go up the front stairs and work your way down the back stairs."
"You got it," I just shook my head and went on my way.
I had finished processing the bathroom and headed into the wife's bedroom and here comes Grissom, he could never resist following me. "Hey," I greeted him, "Husband slept in the other room. His reading glasses are on the nightstand. Clothing's in the dresser." He commented on the fact that the husband and wife slept in different bedrooms even though they were married.
"That's odd. A man and woman who don't share a bedroom arrange to have a night alone, send their daughter to a relative, go out to dinner, have drinks by the pool, but then sleep in separate bedrooms."
"Maybe one of them snored or had insomnia or liked to work late at night," I suggested.
"Or maybe they were suffocating each other and he couldn't breathe." Oh no he didn't. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. He was surely talking about his own feelings regarding our current living situation. We had agreed to keep our personal and professional discussions separate and here he goes starting something up with me at a crime scene. I was speechless and so was he.
After several awkward seconds, neither of us knowing how to respond, I continued with my work and opened the nightstand. "Sexual lubricant. It's half empty. Sticky. You know, you don't have to sleep in the same bed together to have sex or…have romance." This would be fun.
"I'm going to see the doctor," he excused himself to go back downstairs.
Later on, working a lead with Catherine she said, "Lovers and co-workers, that never works." Was she also referring to Grissom and me? Did Grissom tell her about us? If he did, I'll kill him.
Grissom had beat me home that evening which was becoming a habit, but tonight he had made dinner for me. How could I possibly be pissed off at him now? He did all this on purpose. "This is all incredibly sweet, but I really smell and need a shower first."
"Yes you do," he agreed.
"Oh bite me," I shot back, not realizing the irony in my statement.
"Would you like that?" he asked with a smile growing across his face.
"Don't even think about it?" I screamed as he chased me down the hall. Dinner forgotten, he joined me in the shower.
GRISSOM:
Like a moth to a flame, at our crime scene, I am drawn to find Sara. I make my way around the house and upstairs to discover Sara in the wife's bedroom. I look at Sara and then the bed. Last time I saw her standing next to a bed, it was ours this morning. She was complaining about needing more space in our bathroom. But the complaints were forgotten when I pulled Sara down onto the bed, causing us to be late for work.
"That's odd. A man and woman who don't share a bedroom arrange to have a night alone, send their daughter to a relative, go out to dinner, have drinks by the pool, but then sleep in separate bedrooms."
"Maybe one of them snored or had insomnia or liked to work late at night." Sara suggested.
"Or maybe they were suffocating each other and he couldn't breathe." I had been perplexed by the couple's living situation and hadn't meant to bring our personal lives into the conversation, but it just happened. And after I had said it, I knew I shouldn't have. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.
After several awkward seconds, neither of us knowing how to respond, Sara reached into the nightstand. "Sexual lubricant. It's half empty. Sticky. You know, you don't have to sleep in the same bed together to have sex or…have romance," she was back in professional mode. Sexual lubricant…that's my cue to leave, before this conversation becomes inappropriate for the workplace.
"I'm going to see the doctor," I excused himself to go back downstairs.
I had to make this up to Sara. She had no idea how much I loved living with her now, it was just…I have always lived alone and it was going to take some getting used to, but I would do anything for her.
I beat her home that evening, which surprisingly has become more and more common, and I made dinner for her. How could she want to fight with me now when she gets home and sees what I've done for her? "This is all incredibly sweet, but I really smell and need a shower first."
"Yes you do," I agreed. I know, I shouldn't push me luck right now, but I can't help it.
"Oh bite me," she shot back, not realizing the irony in her statement.
"Would you like that?" I asked with a smile growing across my face. What was it about this woman that has shook my whole being?
"Don't even think about it?" she screamed as I chased her down the hall. Dinner forgotten, I joined Sara in the shower.