Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever owned anything CSI, much to my dismay.
A/N: I'm struggling with waiting for more story -and posting what I've got…I have still not yet gotten to the actual STORY part of it, but I DO know where it's going. It's just taking some time to get there.
Hang with me and the title WILL make sense later. This is my first (and depending on how it goes possibly last) fanfic.
Here goes.
Fully rested and freshly showered, Sara and Grissom decided to look at their options for the next few days. They were completely open—except, Grissom had only just informed her, tomorrow night at which time he had already made plans.
Her first reaction was to be hurt-until he pulled her into his lap and explained very delicately that any plans he'd made would undoubtedly, absolutely, and undeniably involve her. After that and a long slow kiss of forgiveness for the misunderstanding there were no further thoughts about it.
At least-on her part there weren't.
He still had one or two details to work out.
The next day went by in a whirlwind.
They'd woken up, showered, dressed, and hit the ground running with a few stops to a bakery and deli for breakfast and lunch respectively.
After lunch they decided to take a break from sightseeing and went to a local park near their current place of residence.
Grissom did spend a good half an hour on his cell-though with whom Sara did not know, but their time was otherwise spent strolling arm in arm, stopping to look at peculiar bugs, sitting on park benches to people watch, or simply relishing the fact that they were actually doing this 'being-a-couple-in-public' thing.
It was refreshing and, to Grissom's surprise and ultimate joy, quite freeing.
"So, when are you gonna tell me what we're doing tonight?"
They were comfortably sprawled on the grass under a tree in a remote spot in the park. They'd been lying there just enjoying each other's company and he'd been quietly stroking her hair while she ran her hand lightly across his chest and played with the hem of his shirt.
Her question did not catch him off guard. In fact, he was quite proud of her for having lasted so long without asking.
His hand stilled and he quirked an eyebrow, "Do you really want to spoil the surprise?"
"I guess not." She sighed. "I'd just like to know what I should be thinking about wearing. It's not like I have a whole lot of choices…I didn't bring my whole closet with me…you know?"
He smiled and kissed the top of her head before resuming his task of stroking her hair.
"That, my Dear, is something you don't need to worry about, but I will tell you this: tonight I am going to share one of my passions with the one I am most passionate about."
She frowned, while it delighted her to no end that he was "most passionate" about her-she still had no idea what he was talking about.
The sight took her breath away.
He was a breath of fresh air, a cool breeze in the desert, an oasis after miles of cacti and sand, and a gazillion other clichés that popped into her head the moment she saw him.
She sat on the bed and pretended to fiddle with her show, but truth be told-he made her knees weak and she could no longer stand on her own.
The bed dipped as he sat along side her and rubbed her knee gently. She looked up cautiously and saw the glint in his eyes, but he leaned in and whispered "I confess, I'm glad this evening will consist mostly of sitting. I don't think my knees would last with you in the same room."
Her eyes went wide and he kissed her cheek adding, "You're breathtaking."
She blushed looking down. She was clad in a deep red floor length dress with spaghetti straps. She hadn't brought it with her for the trip. In fact, she hadn't owed it before tonight.
When they'd returned from the park that afternoon to shower and get ready Grissom had hurried her into the bathroom insisting that she shower and whatnot first. Hanging on the shower door she'd found a dress bag holding this exquisite dress-in her size no less-and realized who Grissom had been on the phone with at the park.
When she came out of the bathroom, mostly ready save shoes and a purse, she was welcomed by the sight of….him.
Somehow he'd showered-though where she didn't know-and dressed in a tux complete with a shirt and handkerchief the exact color of her dress. He. Was. Beautiful. No, beautiful wasn't the right word. He was---there really wasn't a word to describe how he looked. But that didn't really matter—what matters was how he made her feel. And, judging by what he'd just said she must not look too shabby herself.
As she started to gather her things he placed a small clutch in her hand (another new addition to her growing collection) and pulled her by the arm out of the room and out to the street where a stretch limo sat waiting.
They pulled up to American Repertory Theatre on Brattle Street.
Grissom exited the limo and offered a hand to Sara who took it eagerly. She still didn't know what they were going to see, but she was beginning to have some idea. Must be that investigative streak.
Their seats were superb-in their private box they could see the entire stage and had nothing blocking their view. Sara curled her legs under her and grabbed Grissom's arm in anticipation. Figaro was taking the stage.
She didn't know why. It wasn't really similar to her situation at all, but when the Count began to seduce Suzanna, Figaro's fiancee, Sara began to tear up. Thought of her recent abduction came roaring into her mind and she gripped Grissom's hand all the more tightly.
They weren't engaged. And while he was certainly getting better at showing his feelings they hadn't talked about marriage or really much about the future of their relationship since she'd been found.
She wasn't expecting anything, yet this scenario touched her more deeply than she cared to admit.
She'd almost lost him, but like Suzanna, she'd willed herself to stay strong if only to see him one last time. She couldn't take it. She hid her face in his shoulder until it was over, despite his attempts to coax her back up.
She'd have to explain it all to him later.
It was going to be a long night.
A/N: I really did mean for it to be longer, but time sucks and impatience won out and I just posted what I had. Here's hoping for next time!