CSI Redux
Title: CSI Redux
Chapter: Bodies in Motion
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Spoilers: Episode 601
Summary: AU series. Grissom and Sara have a past that is more than most realize.
Author’s Notes: I have neglected this series for awhile and I deserve a spanking!
Friday night, the one night off that they had together in two weeks and he had to go and ruin it. It had started off promising enough, more so considering Grissom had invited her to his townhouse for dinner. Normally he would come over to Sara’s apartment, their secret rendezvous spot as Sara liked to tease him. And although she joked about it, Sara also knew it was a calculated move on Grissom’s part. If they met at her place, he controlled the situation or at least when they would part.
But this time Grissom had invited her over. He put her culinary skills to shame with a spaghetti with clam sauce dish that had Sara’s mouth watering before Grissom set the plate in front of her. He had always been a good cook but had somewhere along the way turned into a great cook. Sara surmised it was a product of living alone but then wondered how she had ended up being the “queen of take out”.
They had been lying on his couch, the one he had bought over the summer, after they had gotten Nick back. His last couch had not been conducive to any action with the adjective comfortable attached to it and, as Sara had joked one day, seemed more suited for a lawyer’s office. Grissom had at first seemed put off by Sara’s derision of his sofa when….
“I think… it was a lawyer’s couch,” he told her, a concentrated frown creasing his brow as he stared at the piece of furniture in question.
Sara had chuckled. “What? Really?”
“I bought this place from a bankruptcy attorney,” Grissom had explained, a smirk tickling at the edges of his mouth. “I’m pretty sure that that couch was left here.” Grissom had slipped an arm around Sara’s waist. “I meant to buy one,” he confessed. “I just forgot.”
“Fifteen years? You forgot for fifteen years? ” Sara had laughed, shaking her head in disbelief but at the same time knowing it to be true.
The moment was very Grissom. It was just like the one that had her making half-hearted excuses about leaving during a promising night together. She had planned to stay, had even packed an overnight bag, although it still sat in the backseat of her car. What she hadn’t planned on was having to listen to her-
Sara paced, her dark eyes bouncing between Grissom and the front door. What was Grissom? Who was he to her? The question sounded off in her hand like a bullhorn. Boyfriend? At onetime Grissom had been her boyfriend. Sara had introduced him as such, a lifetime ago, but the term seemed odd now. It seemed too light and carefree, something that Grissom hadn’t been for a long time and Sara wasn’t secure enough in their new relationship to use.
Lover? Yes, he was her lover. They had been sleeping together for months. But lately they seemed to do more bickering than love making. Or, if Sara was perfectly honest, she let him push her into fighting “at” him. Grissom never raised his voice and rarely lost his composure. He would coolly observe Sara loose it before she would calm down enough to lock herself away in her bedroom in hopes of collecting herself. Inevitably it would be after Grissom had decided to go home. And of late, Sara suspected that that was the purpose, that Grissom wanted Sara to run away from him or that he wanted to walk away from her.
“Why?” Grissom asked, watching Sara’s expressive face, curious to know what was going on in that fascinating mind of hers.
Sara stood up, her eyes focusing on the exit that seemed so tempting. One of them had been walking away for years. Maybe that was the problem they were having recently. Sara knew that walking away nine years ago had been the worst mistake of her life and she still wanted to belief that beneath all the guards that Grissom had erected over the years, that he felt it too.
“Tell me you want me to stay,” Sara finally said, her dark eyes falling on Grissom.
“What?” Grissom frowned, as he looked up at her from the sofa. “Why would I invite you over if I didn’t want you to stay?”
Sara’s first instinct was to let it all wash away, water under the bridge, so to speak. Yet, she knew with absolute certainty that it would be another step backwards and that was the last direction she wanted them to go.
“I don’t know,” she began, crossing her arms across her chest and standing her ground. “Why did you?”
“Sara,” Grissom groaned, shaking his head as he stood.
“Honestly, Gil, I have to wonder,” Sara continued, following him as he crossed the townhouse’s expansive living room. “You invite me over, make me a lovely dinner and then when we get ready to relax for the evening you start fawning over another woman.”
Grissom spun in front of his opened refrigerator door, his blue eyes skewering her across the breakfast bar. “What? I wasn’t fawning,” Grissom barked, obviously annoyed at Sara’s choice of words.
Snatching a beer from the refrigerator, Grissom quickly opened and drained a fourth of the bottle before deciding to continue the conversation. “I merely said that it was nice to see Sofia again, that she looked,” Grissom hesitated, realizing that his wording was key at that moment. “That she looked-“
“Really good,” Sara inserted, her hands resting on her hips while her brows rose in challenge. “That’s what you said, right?”
Grissom’s frown grew as he placed his palms on the counter, rocking forward slowly as he considered his options. Somehow the space between them seemed especially dangerous, there seemed no sure footing beyond where he stood, so that was where he remained. “Yes, but-“
“Sofia looked really good and you wouldn’t want to be a criminal in Vegas with her around, yes?” Sara paraphrased as she slowly paced on the opposite side of the breakfast bar.
“Yes,” Grissom answered reluctantly, knowing the next words that were going to come out of Sara’s mouth were going to be is own haunting him.
“Oh, but there’d probably be a few that wouldn’t mind being taken down and handcuffed by a beautiful blonde” Sara nearly growled.
Grissom inwardly groaned, wondering why his words sounded so appalling coming out of Sara’s mouth. “I merely meant that it was good to see her again, that’s all.”
Sara gave a derisive snort as she walked to the window that overlooked Grissom’s small courtyard. She was torn in two, wanting to run from the present problem or just brush it under the rug and go back to the couch with Grissom. Maybe she should just drag him off to the bedroom and screw him until they both were too exhausted to think, let alone run away.
Grissom watched Sara stare out the window, her shoulders slowly sinking as her arms wrapped around her middle. His strong, proud Sara seemed defeated and unsure and once again it was his fault. With a long sigh, Grissom pushed his beer away, the condensation from the bottle making a wet trail along the counter that seemed have an unnatural amount of his attention.
In truth his mind was busy trying to put the jagged pieces of them back together. Grissom warred with himself daily about Sara, the relationship they found themselves in unexpectedly, or expectedly. God! Grissom shook his head in frustration. He didn’t know what was wrong. He really hadn’t meant to upset Sara, at least he didn’t think so, and yet, that was what he seemed to be doing more and more of late. And it was him, Grissom was certain of that, their fights always started with something he had said, done, or forgot to do.
“Sara,” he said, looking over towards the silent woman at his window. “I’m,” Grissom sighed once more, pushing away from the counter and slowly making his way to where Sara stood. “You know that I’m not interested in Sofia. You know that?”
Placing a hand on Sara’s shoulder, Grissom found she didn’t resist as he turned her to face him. “Right?” He asked, his blue eyes searching her face, capturing her sad gaze. “I’ve never had any interest in Sofia except as a colleague.”
Sara nodded, her eyes dipping down to watch as his large hands took hold of her slender ones. “Yes,” she replied, the sadness in her voice weighting her words making them barely above a whisper. “It’s just, it’s hard to hear you say those things, I guess. I know she had a thing for you, maybe still does, I don’t know.”
It was Sara’s turn to sigh. Sometimes the conundrum that was her and Grissom just sucked every ounce of spare energy she had in her.
Grissom led Sara into the living room, to his new couch that was definitely made for lounging around on. “Forget about Sofia Curtis,” he told her as he pulled her down on the couch next to him. “It’s you that I’m with.”
Grissom gave her a lopsided smile, as he dipped his head down to capture her gaze once more, one eyebrow arching in quizzically. Sara really didn’t have a defense against him when he gave her that look. Smiling, she relaxed into his side as his arm pulled her closer.
Sofia Curtis wasn’t their problem, she probably wasn’t even the threat that Sara’s insecurities built her up to be, but that didn’t mean she had to like the fact that the woman was back in Vegas.
Or in the western half of the U.S., Sara thought caustically before slipping her far arm around Grissom’s waist, effectively claiming him, even if tshe was the only other person around.
Chapter: Bodies in Motion
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Spoilers: Episode 601
Summary: AU series. Grissom and Sara have a past that is more than most realize.
Author’s Notes: I have neglected this series for awhile and I deserve a spanking!
Friday night, the one night off that they had together in two weeks and he had to go and ruin it. It had started off promising enough, more so considering Grissom had invited her to his townhouse for dinner. Normally he would come over to Sara’s apartment, their secret rendezvous spot as Sara liked to tease him. And although she joked about it, Sara also knew it was a calculated move on Grissom’s part. If they met at her place, he controlled the situation or at least when they would part.
But this time Grissom had invited her over. He put her culinary skills to shame with a spaghetti with clam sauce dish that had Sara’s mouth watering before Grissom set the plate in front of her. He had always been a good cook but had somewhere along the way turned into a great cook. Sara surmised it was a product of living alone but then wondered how she had ended up being the “queen of take out”.
They had been lying on his couch, the one he had bought over the summer, after they had gotten Nick back. His last couch had not been conducive to any action with the adjective comfortable attached to it and, as Sara had joked one day, seemed more suited for a lawyer’s office. Grissom had at first seemed put off by Sara’s derision of his sofa when….
“I think… it was a lawyer’s couch,” he told her, a concentrated frown creasing his brow as he stared at the piece of furniture in question.
Sara had chuckled. “What? Really?”
“I bought this place from a bankruptcy attorney,” Grissom had explained, a smirk tickling at the edges of his mouth. “I’m pretty sure that that couch was left here.” Grissom had slipped an arm around Sara’s waist. “I meant to buy one,” he confessed. “I just forgot.”
“Fifteen years? You forgot for fifteen years? ” Sara had laughed, shaking her head in disbelief but at the same time knowing it to be true.
The moment was very Grissom. It was just like the one that had her making half-hearted excuses about leaving during a promising night together. She had planned to stay, had even packed an overnight bag, although it still sat in the backseat of her car. What she hadn’t planned on was having to listen to her-
Sara paced, her dark eyes bouncing between Grissom and the front door. What was Grissom? Who was he to her? The question sounded off in her hand like a bullhorn. Boyfriend? At onetime Grissom had been her boyfriend. Sara had introduced him as such, a lifetime ago, but the term seemed odd now. It seemed too light and carefree, something that Grissom hadn’t been for a long time and Sara wasn’t secure enough in their new relationship to use.
Lover? Yes, he was her lover. They had been sleeping together for months. But lately they seemed to do more bickering than love making. Or, if Sara was perfectly honest, she let him push her into fighting “at” him. Grissom never raised his voice and rarely lost his composure. He would coolly observe Sara loose it before she would calm down enough to lock herself away in her bedroom in hopes of collecting herself. Inevitably it would be after Grissom had decided to go home. And of late, Sara suspected that that was the purpose, that Grissom wanted Sara to run away from him or that he wanted to walk away from her.
“Why?” Grissom asked, watching Sara’s expressive face, curious to know what was going on in that fascinating mind of hers.
Sara stood up, her eyes focusing on the exit that seemed so tempting. One of them had been walking away for years. Maybe that was the problem they were having recently. Sara knew that walking away nine years ago had been the worst mistake of her life and she still wanted to belief that beneath all the guards that Grissom had erected over the years, that he felt it too.
“Tell me you want me to stay,” Sara finally said, her dark eyes falling on Grissom.
“What?” Grissom frowned, as he looked up at her from the sofa. “Why would I invite you over if I didn’t want you to stay?”
Sara’s first instinct was to let it all wash away, water under the bridge, so to speak. Yet, she knew with absolute certainty that it would be another step backwards and that was the last direction she wanted them to go.
“I don’t know,” she began, crossing her arms across her chest and standing her ground. “Why did you?”
“Sara,” Grissom groaned, shaking his head as he stood.
“Honestly, Gil, I have to wonder,” Sara continued, following him as he crossed the townhouse’s expansive living room. “You invite me over, make me a lovely dinner and then when we get ready to relax for the evening you start fawning over another woman.”
Grissom spun in front of his opened refrigerator door, his blue eyes skewering her across the breakfast bar. “What? I wasn’t fawning,” Grissom barked, obviously annoyed at Sara’s choice of words.
Snatching a beer from the refrigerator, Grissom quickly opened and drained a fourth of the bottle before deciding to continue the conversation. “I merely said that it was nice to see Sofia again, that she looked,” Grissom hesitated, realizing that his wording was key at that moment. “That she looked-“
“Really good,” Sara inserted, her hands resting on her hips while her brows rose in challenge. “That’s what you said, right?”
Grissom’s frown grew as he placed his palms on the counter, rocking forward slowly as he considered his options. Somehow the space between them seemed especially dangerous, there seemed no sure footing beyond where he stood, so that was where he remained. “Yes, but-“
“Sofia looked really good and you wouldn’t want to be a criminal in Vegas with her around, yes?” Sara paraphrased as she slowly paced on the opposite side of the breakfast bar.
“Yes,” Grissom answered reluctantly, knowing the next words that were going to come out of Sara’s mouth were going to be is own haunting him.
“Oh, but there’d probably be a few that wouldn’t mind being taken down and handcuffed by a beautiful blonde” Sara nearly growled.
Grissom inwardly groaned, wondering why his words sounded so appalling coming out of Sara’s mouth. “I merely meant that it was good to see her again, that’s all.”
Sara gave a derisive snort as she walked to the window that overlooked Grissom’s small courtyard. She was torn in two, wanting to run from the present problem or just brush it under the rug and go back to the couch with Grissom. Maybe she should just drag him off to the bedroom and screw him until they both were too exhausted to think, let alone run away.
Grissom watched Sara stare out the window, her shoulders slowly sinking as her arms wrapped around her middle. His strong, proud Sara seemed defeated and unsure and once again it was his fault. With a long sigh, Grissom pushed his beer away, the condensation from the bottle making a wet trail along the counter that seemed have an unnatural amount of his attention.
In truth his mind was busy trying to put the jagged pieces of them back together. Grissom warred with himself daily about Sara, the relationship they found themselves in unexpectedly, or expectedly. God! Grissom shook his head in frustration. He didn’t know what was wrong. He really hadn’t meant to upset Sara, at least he didn’t think so, and yet, that was what he seemed to be doing more and more of late. And it was him, Grissom was certain of that, their fights always started with something he had said, done, or forgot to do.
“Sara,” he said, looking over towards the silent woman at his window. “I’m,” Grissom sighed once more, pushing away from the counter and slowly making his way to where Sara stood. “You know that I’m not interested in Sofia. You know that?”
Placing a hand on Sara’s shoulder, Grissom found she didn’t resist as he turned her to face him. “Right?” He asked, his blue eyes searching her face, capturing her sad gaze. “I’ve never had any interest in Sofia except as a colleague.”
Sara nodded, her eyes dipping down to watch as his large hands took hold of her slender ones. “Yes,” she replied, the sadness in her voice weighting her words making them barely above a whisper. “It’s just, it’s hard to hear you say those things, I guess. I know she had a thing for you, maybe still does, I don’t know.”
It was Sara’s turn to sigh. Sometimes the conundrum that was her and Grissom just sucked every ounce of spare energy she had in her.
Grissom led Sara into the living room, to his new couch that was definitely made for lounging around on. “Forget about Sofia Curtis,” he told her as he pulled her down on the couch next to him. “It’s you that I’m with.”
Grissom gave her a lopsided smile, as he dipped his head down to capture her gaze once more, one eyebrow arching in quizzically. Sara really didn’t have a defense against him when he gave her that look. Smiling, she relaxed into his side as his arm pulled her closer.
Sofia Curtis wasn’t their problem, she probably wasn’t even the threat that Sara’s insecurities built her up to be, but that didn’t mean she had to like the fact that the woman was back in Vegas.
Or in the western half of the U.S., Sara thought caustically before slipping her far arm around Grissom’s waist, effectively claiming him, even if tshe was the only other person around.