Rating: G
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Category: General/Romance
Archive: FF.net and here. Anywhere else ask first, I might say yes.
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah. I don't own these characters.
Summary: Hmm... Sara's been at work too long. Grissom is feeling frisky. You might just want to read it...
Grissom walked quickly down the corridor, passing by the computer lab. He stopped suddenly. Something wasn't right. Was that Sara he saw in there? He stepped back to the doorway and checked. It
was. He looked at his watch, looked toward his office, as if to mentally check the schedule, and took a step into the room. "How long have you been here?"
"I don't know. What day is it?" Sara moaned.
Always the comedian. "I hope you're kidding."
She turned and flashed a pathetically weak grin. She was in fact, not kidding.
Huh. She had on her glasses. "I haven't seen you wear glasses in years."
Without lifting her eyes from the screen, she replied, "Necessary evil. My contacts were stuck to my eyeballs."
"Just how long have you been here?" he asked worriedly, walking further into the room.
She shrugged.
Were those the clothes she had on yesterday? Did she even go home?
"Sa-ra?" Uh-oh. Fatherly tone.
Keeping her eyes on the screen, she turned only her face toward him and whispered loudly, "Go away." She smirked playfully, still staring at her computer.
He let out a quiet laugh and sat on the chair next to her. Grissom checked his watch again. Time for intervention. Keep it light.
"You need a break."
Sara grunted non-commitally.
"Do you want to get something to eat?" He was pleasant, friendly. Very un-Grissomlike.
She did not look up. He leaned over, dangerously entering her personal space and said softly into her ear, "My treat."
Sara emitted a longer grunt, this time trailing off with a questioning tone. After a moment, she sighed heavily and leaned back into her chair. She closed her eyes briefly.
"A shame I'm too tired to even pretend that was a personal invitation." Her lips were twisted, trying to hide her smirk.
Grissom grunted. Keep it light. Dangerous waters. "That is a shame," he responded with no emotion.
Sara's smirk grew and a tiny laugh bubbled out of her. Grissom stood and offered her his hand. He shook his head and sighed. "Figures. Just when I'm ready to make my move you're all exhausted and
stupid on me."
She gripped his hand and let him pull her up, intentionally landing in his personal space. She narrowed her eyes at him, not releasing his hand. "Mm. Figures," she teased, squeezing his hand gently
before letting go. She walked lazily out the door, expecting her breakfast companion to follow.
Grissom took a deep breath. Whew. Another close one. What possessed him to reach out and touch her? Frightening, how uncharacteristically bold he could be around her. Scarier still, how bold she
could be when she wasn't completely exhausted. Their flirtatious encounters would only intensify, he knew. Some days he just didn't feel like arguing with himself over it. Let it go. Let it happen.
Just be careful. Just go slow. His thoughts wandered.
"Are you ready?" she asked impatiently, propped against the doorframe with her coat in her hand.
No way. Not at all. You still scare the hell out of me.
"Yep."
- The End -