by Battus philenor
Archive: Please ask first I might say yes.
Disclaimer: I have no claim to anything CSI. I get nothing from this but happiness from taking the G/S ship farther than those who do own CSI.
Author's Note: This is a WIP. I had posted a final chpt. on ff.net, but it was horrible. I will complete this the way I wanted to eventually.
Summary: Sara goes to the movies.
Copywrite © by Battus philenor 3/2004
Sara always went to the movies alone; not only because she had no cohort for such endeavors, but because she enjoyed the solitude. But ever since reading the description for this particular flick, she had a strong desire to be seated next to someone special while viewing it.
She had hoped to be seeing this romantic foreign film with a date, more specifically with Grissom, but since he was incapable of making a decision, she was forced to see it alone. At least she didn't have to worry about fighting a crowd at the 10pm showing of an unpopular, sub-titled, foreign film.
She splurged on a large tub of popcorn and a medium Coke and entered the semi-darkened theater to find a seat. Her assumption had been correct because as her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, she could see that she was in fact the only one there so far. She spotted a perfect seat about half way down the aisle all the way next to the wall on the right. It was close enough so she didn't have to strain her eyes, but not too close where she would need to tilt her head up.
She was shocked when she finished shimmying to her seat without stepping on anything sticky. There was nothing worse than having gum, soda or juju bees stuck to the soles of your shoes. Sara, being almost freakishly fastidious, had a habit of wearing an old pair of Keds to the movies as a defensive strategy against that filth. She loved the fact that you could just throw them in the washing machine without worrying whether they would get ruined or not.
She positioned her snacks around her for easy access and settled in to watch the trivia questions they always showed before the previews began. She wished it had been real trivia instead of questions about movies and actors that nobody remembered any longer.
She was scanning through the useless facts stored in her memory for any information she had tucked away on Elizabeth Taylor movies, but was drawing a blank. Light momentarily flooded down the aisle to her left and she cursed under her breath as she was hoping to have the whole theater to herself. She just prayed the new arrival was quiet and stayed behind her.
She was trying not to pay attention to the new comer, but she sensed that they were standing at the end of her row and looking her way. Nervousness was creeping up on her at the thought of being trapped alone in a theater with a psycho. Quickly formulating a plan of attack involving her straw and the pen she had inadvertently left in her pocket, she chanced a quick glance in that direction. Much to her surprise she heard a familiar voice.
"Grissom? Is that you?"
She heard him chuckle as he started down the aisle towards her. As he got closer she could see his smile start to fade slightly.
"Uh, are you here alone?"
She immediately started to bristle at his nerve, until she realized all he wanted to do was sit next to her.
"Oh, yeah. Here, have a seat Grissom. What are you doing here, at this movie?"
"Well, I'm not sure. I'm hoping that it's not too much of a chick flick. I read an article on it and I thought it might be interesting, historically speaking. That and I figured the place would be empty."
She couldn't help but grin at him. Leave it to Mr. Social to pick a movie because of its potential lack of popularity, greatly improving his chances at solitude in public. She offered him popcorn and was surprised when he helped himself to a handful.
"So, why are you here, and alone?" He hated sounding so nosy; he just couldn't believe that Sara didn't have a date.
"I read that article too, and thought it would be a good movie to see with...uh, popcorn."
Sara was thankful for the darkness as her face reddened with embarrassment immediately. Hopefully he would let her slip pass.
"With popcorn huh?"
Grissom chuckled, as he struggled to fight back the instant rush of jealousy that coursed through his body. He was immediately embarrassed by his lack of control over his feelings. He didn't know who she wanted to see this with, but had no right to be jealous. He stupidly gave up any rights to house that green monster months ago.
He knew he had blown it when she had asked him to diner, but he truly had no idea how to respond. Wanting her for years; he never thought she had feelings for him as well.
He thought she had a crush on him, but he didn't realize the extent of her feelings until he saw in her eyes that day just how deeply he had hurt her. By then it was too late and he had ruined everything.
Sara watched Grissom withdraw into himself and knew she was the cause.
"Look Grissom, I'm sorry I embarrassed you. I should have thought before I spoke. You don't want to hear how I wanted to see this movie with you. I know you don't like me in that way, so don't feel obligated to sit here with me. There are plenty of other seats." She tried to smile, but she didn't pull it off well.
Grissom sat there in shock not believing that he was the one she wanted to see this movie with. He couldn't understand why she still wanted to spend time with him after the way he had treated her.
"Sara, I want to see this movie, with you. I... I thought I was too late."
Even though he didn't phrase the last sentence like a question, she could see the query in his eyes.
"Grissom, I couldn't really tell you that I'd wait for you forever. I sounded pathetic enough as it was."
They both smiled as the lights went down further signifying the start of the movie. Grissom found he was completely incapable of following the plot. He had no idea if it was any good or not, he couldn't get the brunette sitting next to him off his mind.
Sara had wanted to see this movie with the man that was sitting next to her, but she had absolutely no idea what was happening on the screen. She found she was too caught up in the man himself. Scared she had revealed too much to him yet again when she told him she would have waited forever; she began replaying exactly what he had said over and over again while nervously tapping her hand on her knee.
All thought left her head when she felt his warm fingers gently wrap around her mindlessly twitching ones. She chanced a quick glance in his direction and found he was looking at her as if trying to gauge her reaction. A smile was uncontrollably born on her face.
Grissom exhaled a breath that he'd been holding while waiting to see whether Sara would break his fingers or not. He could feel his heart swell as she beamed at him with her famous Sidle smile. He gave her fingers a little squeeze and turned back to feign interest in the movie that was now half over.
The rest of the movie was spent hand in hand with thumbs seductively caressing each other's fingers. As the credits started rolling the nervousness in Sara's stomach began to grow. She was uncertain what the light outside the theater would bring.
They both stood slowly, neither letting go of the other's hand. Grissom led the way to the center aisle holding Sara's fingers loosely behind him. Sara followed closely so she wouldn't be the one to break contact. It also gave her an excellent view of how nicely his ass filled out those Levis.
As they reached the center aisle, Grissom pulled Sara along side of him and drew her into a brief embrace. He leaned into her ear and she could feel his hot breath tickle a spot just below the lobe.
"I think we're going to have to come back to see this again. I didn't watch one minute of that movie." He let her go quickly, leaving an arm around her shoulders and started walking them out to the lobby.
Sara laughed and nodded agreeably. She feared walking out those glass lobby doors; worrying that once outside, the charade would end and they would go back to their respective lonely lives.
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