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Silent Night
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,835
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Silent Night
This is the short version of the story on fanfiction.net. I made it a bit shorter for the people just interested in fluff and smut.. Second chap is full with the last one ;)
Sara didn't really know what to expect of the upcoming hours at the lab - except for one or two people at the lab she barely knew, she was going to be alone with Grissom. He'd sent the others home, to family she didn't have.
She was glad that their relationship had improved these past few months, but it wasn't even close to the trust and friendship they once shared. She missed that feeling, and decided to do something about it in order to try to make the best of their evening.
She grabbed her car-keys and jacket, passing Grissoms office on the way out. "I'll be back in thirty minutes!" she called out.
Once back at the lab, she washed off a thick layer of dust from two champagne flutes that just happened to be lying around, and made for the area in which Grissom was most likely to be ensconced - his office, behind a veritable mountain of paperwork.
She was, as usual, correct - she stood at the office door, watching him signing, scribbling away on two-dozen forests.
"Busy?" He looked up, pleasantly surprised to see her standing there with a large plastic bag, plates and two glasses in her hands. Oh, how he loved looking at her -her nice brown hair, her smile, her legs, everything about her.
"I just thought we deserve a nice dinner two." When she saw his eyebrow arch (a typical Grissom-esque facial response) she became concerned he would send her away, so she quickly added: "Because of the holidays I mean." She was relieved to see the expression on his face change.
He answered with a smile. "Well, you know I would do anything to escape the tedium of paperwork."
As they shared their meal, it occurred to her that this was easier than she had originally envisaged. Their conversations flowed seamlessly - they talked about all kind of things, even non-work related. It kind of felt like they did this on regular basis. Throughout dinner, all the bad tension that had previously existed between them disappeared, and they even flirted a little, like they had done years ago. They had been sitting there for over two hours when she started to clean the desk. Because of the return of the Grissom she once knew, the Grissom she loved, it became harder every minute not to say stupid things and over-talk. She had to get out of here before she ruined everything with a question to which she already knew the answer.
He'd always supressed his feelings for her, because he was scared of the consequences. In accordance with such behaviour, he had absolutely no idea how their relationship could be like. How would they behave at home, or at work for that matter? The tension between them had been so bad the last couple of months, most of the times it became unpleasant and uncomfortable for the both of them. However, this dinner went well, the tension was gone, and they had talked like this was an every-day happening. Maybe she was right all along, maybe he just had to give it a try.
He put the plates in the sink, switching on the hot water. After she'd put the remaining food in the fridge, he sensed her coming towards him. They hadn't shared a word since they left his office, and he was glad for that. She put the glasses in the sink and grabbed a towel. The drying was done within minutes and her hand on his shoulder, when she told him she was going back to work, felt like an electric shock. His whole body reacted to her touch and he couldn't take it any longer. Again, he walked behind her as she walked over to the door. Just before she exited the room he grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him.
They stood there for what seemed like ten minutes, their eyes locked. He bent towards her, feeling the warmth of her lips. He'd waited for this moment so long and he knew she had too, but he didn't want to rush it. He wanted it to be the perfect moment, the perfect kiss. He put his right hand on her cheek, stroking gently with his thumb. She'd placed her left hand on his chest and the other one around his neck, encouraging him to come closer. Their bodies met and the space between their lips was the only space left to bridge. His eyes were still focused on hers, reflecting her desire. He could feel her fingers brushing the sensitive hairs on his neck and he closed the distance between them. The second their lips met it felt like all they needed in the rest of their life was each other. He'd never felt so connected with a woman before. The same time he started the kiss, a sound got them out of the trance and she pulled her head back. It took him a couple of seconds to realize his phone was ringing.
She didn't want the moment to end, but they were the only CSI’s present and it could be important. She whispered, "Answer it, you don't know who it could be."
He removed his phone from his pocket and her thoughts were confirmed when she saw 'Brass' on the caller display. He flipped it open and said ‘Grissom’ into the mouthpiece.
They hadn't separated, so she could hear Jim's voice on the other end. She couldn't hear everything, but enough to know they were wanted at a scene as soon as possible.
She could hear him say her name and Grissom replied, "You don't have to page Sara, I'll find her.” He closed his phone. "He's at a B&B near the strip with a DB. I'm sorry." She looked at him and took a step back.
"Don't be, please. You know as well as I it's not your fault. Come on, we have to go."
Sara didn't really know what to expect of the upcoming hours at the lab - except for one or two people at the lab she barely knew, she was going to be alone with Grissom. He'd sent the others home, to family she didn't have.
She was glad that their relationship had improved these past few months, but it wasn't even close to the trust and friendship they once shared. She missed that feeling, and decided to do something about it in order to try to make the best of their evening.
She grabbed her car-keys and jacket, passing Grissoms office on the way out. "I'll be back in thirty minutes!" she called out.
Once back at the lab, she washed off a thick layer of dust from two champagne flutes that just happened to be lying around, and made for the area in which Grissom was most likely to be ensconced - his office, behind a veritable mountain of paperwork.
She was, as usual, correct - she stood at the office door, watching him signing, scribbling away on two-dozen forests.
"Busy?" He looked up, pleasantly surprised to see her standing there with a large plastic bag, plates and two glasses in her hands. Oh, how he loved looking at her -her nice brown hair, her smile, her legs, everything about her.
"I just thought we deserve a nice dinner two." When she saw his eyebrow arch (a typical Grissom-esque facial response) she became concerned he would send her away, so she quickly added: "Because of the holidays I mean." She was relieved to see the expression on his face change.
He answered with a smile. "Well, you know I would do anything to escape the tedium of paperwork."
As they shared their meal, it occurred to her that this was easier than she had originally envisaged. Their conversations flowed seamlessly - they talked about all kind of things, even non-work related. It kind of felt like they did this on regular basis. Throughout dinner, all the bad tension that had previously existed between them disappeared, and they even flirted a little, like they had done years ago. They had been sitting there for over two hours when she started to clean the desk. Because of the return of the Grissom she once knew, the Grissom she loved, it became harder every minute not to say stupid things and over-talk. She had to get out of here before she ruined everything with a question to which she already knew the answer.
He'd always supressed his feelings for her, because he was scared of the consequences. In accordance with such behaviour, he had absolutely no idea how their relationship could be like. How would they behave at home, or at work for that matter? The tension between them had been so bad the last couple of months, most of the times it became unpleasant and uncomfortable for the both of them. However, this dinner went well, the tension was gone, and they had talked like this was an every-day happening. Maybe she was right all along, maybe he just had to give it a try.
He put the plates in the sink, switching on the hot water. After she'd put the remaining food in the fridge, he sensed her coming towards him. They hadn't shared a word since they left his office, and he was glad for that. She put the glasses in the sink and grabbed a towel. The drying was done within minutes and her hand on his shoulder, when she told him she was going back to work, felt like an electric shock. His whole body reacted to her touch and he couldn't take it any longer. Again, he walked behind her as she walked over to the door. Just before she exited the room he grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him.
They stood there for what seemed like ten minutes, their eyes locked. He bent towards her, feeling the warmth of her lips. He'd waited for this moment so long and he knew she had too, but he didn't want to rush it. He wanted it to be the perfect moment, the perfect kiss. He put his right hand on her cheek, stroking gently with his thumb. She'd placed her left hand on his chest and the other one around his neck, encouraging him to come closer. Their bodies met and the space between their lips was the only space left to bridge. His eyes were still focused on hers, reflecting her desire. He could feel her fingers brushing the sensitive hairs on his neck and he closed the distance between them. The second their lips met it felt like all they needed in the rest of their life was each other. He'd never felt so connected with a woman before. The same time he started the kiss, a sound got them out of the trance and she pulled her head back. It took him a couple of seconds to realize his phone was ringing.
She didn't want the moment to end, but they were the only CSI’s present and it could be important. She whispered, "Answer it, you don't know who it could be."
He removed his phone from his pocket and her thoughts were confirmed when she saw 'Brass' on the caller display. He flipped it open and said ‘Grissom’ into the mouthpiece.
They hadn't separated, so she could hear Jim's voice on the other end. She couldn't hear everything, but enough to know they were wanted at a scene as soon as possible.
She could hear him say her name and Grissom replied, "You don't have to page Sara, I'll find her.” He closed his phone. "He's at a B&B near the strip with a DB. I'm sorry." She looked at him and took a step back.
"Don't be, please. You know as well as I it's not your fault. Come on, we have to go."