Behind The Scenes

By: supercsi4

Chapter 16 - Time Of Your Death

SARA:

We were playing out the fantasy night the victim had planned for him. "Any guy would help a beautiful woman in distress, right?" Nick suggested.

"Some men are intimidated by beauty. Or fear rejection." The word 'beauty' from Grissom's mouth jumped out at me, reminding me of our conversation ages ago at the hockey rink. "Since when are you interested in beauty?" I had asked him. And as innocently as ever he had replied, "Since I met you," just like it was a normal part of everyday conversation.

Back to the current case, I continued, "According to the script, 'your employment ends with the goodnight kiss. You are not requested to perform, nor compensated for any activity you initiate beyond this point. Should nature take its course, you are on your own.'" Should nature take its course, you are on your own. You couldn't describe me and Grissom's first date any better then with that statement. Should nature take its course, you are on your own.

Later, Catherine, Greg, Grissom and I were wrapping up our case. "Most likely he was alive when they left. They just thought they had taught him a lesson," Catherine concluded.

"They did…don't confuse fantasy with reality," Grissom said, looking straight at me. We will do some confusing later on tonight, but right now let's see who can get the other person to feel the most uncomfortable, at a table across from each other, with coworkers in the room.

"Well, hush money or not…you have to admit that whole 'fantasy night' thing was a pretty cool gift from a very generous boss," Greg suggested to Grissom. Two can play at this game Grissom.

"Greg don't you have a birthday coming up?" I said looking back at Grissom, who gave me the, 'you better stop right there' look.

"I think fantasies are best kept private," he said looking straight at me. Oh my god, he wasn't even trying to hide the look obviously meant for me. Catherine was surely going to catch on to us. I didn't really worry about Greg.

Just as I was about to kick Grissom, Nick interrupted us with the jewelry the victim had bought the night he was killed. Nick began one of his theories, "The biggest fantasy in Vegas is that everything here happens by chance. Nothing here happens by chance. Your odds are set before you get off the plane." I couldn't believe how true that statement was. I knew Grissom and I would remain close ever since the first day I met him, but once I set foot off the plane in Las Vegas, I knew I would fall in love with him and he would fall in love with me sooner or later. The odds unfortunately were set at later rather then sooner.

Grissom kicked my leg and brought me out of my haze to see Catherine and Greg leaving the room. God he looked so sexy across the table.

"You, me, this table, right now," I said.

"In your dreams," he warned.

"No…in my fantasies."

"Now that is one of my fantasies, to do it right here on this table." Did he really just say that?

"Ok," I replied, beginning to climb up on the table.

"No, no I'm just kidding," Grissom said quickly, prepared to stop me from getting onto the table.

"Chill out Griss," I said, grabbing his butt before passing by, "we have a better table at home." It's fun to watch Grissom squirm.

GRISSOM:

Catherine, Nick, Sara and I were gathered around a table in the lab, trying to piece together the fantasy night our victim had planned for him. "Any guy would help a beautiful woman in distress, right?" Nick suggested.

"Some guys are intimidated by beauty. Or fear rejection." The word 'beauty' came out of my mouth and I flashed back to the moment I had let it slip in front of Sara before, ages ago at the hockey rink. "Since when are you interested in beauty?" Sara had asked me. Without even a thought, I had replied, "Since I met you," just like it was a normal part of everyday conversation.

Back to the current case, Sara continued, "According to the script, 'your employment ends with the goodnight kiss. You are not requested to perform, nor compensated for any activity you initiate beyond this point. Should nature take its course, you are on your own.'" Should nature take its course, you are on your own. You couldn't describe me and Sara's first date any better then with that statement. I was on my own and I had never been more nervous about anything in my life then letting nature takes its course, but I'm sure glad it did.

Later, Catherine, Greg, Sara and I were wrapping up our case. "Most likely he was alive when they left. They just thought they had taught him a lesson," Catherine concluded.

"They did…don't confuse fantasy with reality," I said, looking straight at Sara. Our fantasies had indeed become reality. I hadn't meant to start it, but I had initiated a silent flirting match with Sara at a table with our coworkers.

"Well, hush money or not…you have to admit that whole 'fantasy night' thing was a pretty cool gift from a very generous boss," Greg suggested to me. Sara gave me the 'two can play at this game' look and I became worried.

"Greg don't you have a birthday coming up?" Sara said looking directly at me. She better stop right there.

"I think fantasies are best kept private," I said, my eyes still burning into her. I wasn't even trying to hide it, someone would surely catch on.

Luckily, Nick interrupted us with the jewelry the victim had bought the night he was killed. I had a necklace I had just bought Sara yesterday that I was going to give her tonight and I smiled at the thought as I watched her admire the jewelry in Nick's hand. Then Nick began one of his theories, "The biggest fantasy in Vegas is that everything here happens by chance. Nothing here happens by chance. Your odds are set before you get off the plane." I couldn't believe how true that statement was. As soon as Sara had stepped off her plane in Las Vegas and walked up behind me at my crime scene for the first time, I turned to look at her and knew I would fall in love with this woman. Unfortunately it took me a long time to realize it, but look at us now. We were destined to be together, it just took us a while to get there.

I looked over to Sara again and she seemed lost in thought. I wanted to know what she was thinking. Catherine and Greg got up to leave and I stretched my leg over to kick Sara to get her attention. God she looked so sexy across the table.

"You, me, this table, right now," Sara said once we were alone.

"In your dreams," I warned. She did not want to get me started in the middle of work. Bad things could happen.

"No…in my fantasies."

"Now that is one of my fantasies, to do it right here on this table." Did I really just say that?

"Ok," Sara replied, beginning to climb up on the table.

"No, no I'm just kidding," I said quickly, jumping up, prepared to stop Sara from getting onto the table and allowing others to catch us in a compromising position.

"Chill out Griss," she said, grabbing my butt before passing by, "we have a better table at home."