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NA : After almost a month and a half of not updating the fic ... back! I've worked so hard, that I could write almost anything. In addition to all that has happened this season ... poor GSR. As always, hope you enjoy the chapter and any comment is received on a golden platter:)
Chapter 20
- Griss ... Grissom ... ... Wake up, honey, or be late.
As if to come out of a deep abyss, opened his eyelids. He weighed like bricks. Sara saw a bathrobe and wet hair is so pretty Sara!
was there again: Gil look silly. She loved it.
- Where am I? Sara? What are you doing in my ...
- Gilbert, enters the shower already be late. Both. At the same time. You do not want ...
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- No! No, of course not. Sorry. - The name of his superior, immediately regained consciousness.
- Oh, I'm at home yet! - I looked around confused - The Denali! I have to go look at my house!
- No time, Gil. Just get in the bathroom fast. We'll see how we separate.
- Want to drop you off one block before? How teens arriving at a party embarrassed that their parents take?
- Griss ...
- Just kidding - seductively smiled and hugged her - what if we're not going to the lab? Yo I can empower you - put his lips to his ear - I'm your supervisor.
- Grissom ... - she said with a tone of reproach and squinting. Pushed him gently.
- Okay! - Headed for the shower - I'll be locked, because sometimes people poke around here, you never known.
laughed Sara: Grissom is put in such good spirits "after."
- Just hurry! - He said, laughing.
***
The wheels of the SUV squealed to the parking lot of the laboratory.
- How about if I come first and you wait a few minutes here?
- Okay ... Good luck.
He was already getting out of the car. He gave an understanding smile.
- Thanks.
***
Grissom entered the evidence room and found himself face to face with Catherine.
- Where you been? I'm starting to think you got a life. We have many cases today. A double homicide in the Palms ... - stared at him, ... one moment ... Grissom? ... Wow! It's true! You have a life! ... Lady Heather finally got what he was looking for Huh?
Cath winked as he pointed with his chin. Grissom was more puzzled than ever. He looked at her as if expecting an explanation.
She said the dolls.
God! Ligature marks! How do I thought this would go unnoticed in a lab full of criminals? I was panicking. Desperate sleeves rolled down and opened his mouth to try to explain, but no idea came into his head. Why could not lie.
- Do not worry, Gil. No need to tell me anything.
- do not understand, Cath, I ...
- Oh, yeah, yeah I understand. The supervisor must give a good image. I will say that was one of your experiments. They always fall. It's a good way to justify your constant antics.
- Constants? I'm not extravagant, Catherine. The others are extravagant. - He smiled - you always fall? Do they? Do you not believe me?
- No. I think you're just a pervert - he smiled back.
- can be - he said turning to look at the board to consider new cases a day.
Cath, looking evidence on the table, looked up and frowned. Just as he opened his mouth to ask what he meant, he continued.
- "Double homicide in the Palms?! Why do not you tell me before?
She let out a snort.
- I told you, Gil.
- What are we waiting for?
Cath went after him. He shook his head and sighed. I hate so much if it was not ... it was his friend.
***
Catherine and Grissom were heading outside the lab when they met Sara, entering.
- Hey - Sara said both.
- Hey - said Catherine.
- You're late - he said in a low tone.
However, with a straight face, he winked. So subtly that Catherine did not notice.
Sara looked challenging, but the truth was that he was struggling against laughter and just smiled when he had spent with them and was on his back.
Once outside, the parking, Catherine spoke
- do not have to be so demanding, you know? We both know that most of the time, Sarah is working overtime. You could avoid being so hard on her.
- I am not - he snapped, putting innocent face
- not much - he thought.
***
- Do I have something on your teeth? - Sarah Hodges said when she came smiling.
- Nooo ... - she made a face of disgust and then repeated it with more determination, No!
- What hair? - Looked in the mirror glass of the aisle - Any stain clothes?
- David ... - Sarah and said a little annoyed.
- A spelling error in the evidence?
- No, David! Not everything is about you in this world. Although I doubt you have spelling errors if you practice spelling up with bullets - she smiled triumphantly and continued his way down the aisle.
He looked surprised and only when she was gone, he realized what he meant. Eyes widened and blushed. But then again wonder ... the only way she knew is that Grissom ...
***
- Hi, Sara. How was your weekend?
She was surprised. Greg had never asked that question before.
- Well ... "replied cautiously ... What's yours?
- Okay. It was a perfect Sunday to go to water ski at Lake Mead. - Winked. Then made a funny sound. But not so fun for Sara: I was imitating the horn of a boat.
She looked stunned. Going to speak, but Greg interrupted.
- Do not worry, Sar. Your secret dies on my lips ... but you owe me one.
- Greg ...
Sara could not believe that Greg had been aware. And in that way: Grissom over her, kissing her. Swimsuit ... No ... In towel! At Lake Mead. Sunday.
- Who is the lucky one, Sar? Who beat me?
She laughed more relieved than amused. His face was transformed.
- I do not know. Besides ... no one can win - lips pursed suppressing a smile.
Greg escaped a shy smile and looked at the table, avoid it.
- Grissom your case it happened to me, and I was late. Toma.
He handed an envelope without looking into her eyes.
- Thanks - she said with genuine gratitude and rested a hand lightly on his shoulder before leaving.
Greg's smile widened.
***
Grissom spent the whole day outside the laboratory, causing him to Sara some relief. She could pretend that nothing had happened. On the other hand, never thought it would be possible, but missed him. I wanted to see you soon. I wanted to talk to him, sharing the experiences of the day with him, eat with him, laugh with him ... I was excited again.
If I call today, do not call me and you're .
was time to go home and he still did not reach the laboratory. Usually she would have been working overtime, but I was really tired by the pleasant lack of sleep last night. For a second thought Grissom leave the car, as the Denali it was still at home. But then he realized it would be strange that his vehicle was there and she did not. It was easier the other way. Grissom could say that his car was being repaired or something.
finally went home and came and pulled shoes and lay on the bed. He fell asleep so fast that reached or undressing.
***
Grissom had spent the entire night in the double murder of the hotel. I was exhausted. She collapsed in his office chair, rested his elbows on the desk and settled his chin on his palms. Her eyes closed automatically. He dozed a couple of minutes, when Catherine came.
- A long night? - Rhetorically asked with a mischievous smile - I did not expect anything else from Heather.
Grissom looked at knitting the mouth, a little annoyed with his sarcasm.
- I'm going home. Lindsey promised to be back for breakfast with her. And it's too late.
She began to turn when Grissom spoke to him.
- Cath ... can you take me home?
She, again in front of him, he looked puzzled.
- No wonder - he was ahead.
- Okay. Come on. - Told him to follow with a hand gesture.
- Thanks.
***
When Grissom opened the door of his home, he felt, for the first time in his life, the loneliness flooded. Had been only three days, but it seemed as if she were already part of it. Of his life. How to let that happen? How long he was so vulnerable? Were going back? Did he really go back? He had never felt lonely because I knew what it meant ... until today.
sighed. I was happy and sad at the same time. Happy to have told Sara how she felt about her. To finally open his heart. Sad, not knowing what to do now. I knew she needed her space, I needed to think, process. And the least we wanted was pressed. Do not want to lose. On the other hand, if you do not believe ... maybe she called Aj! Why never been involved with anyone seriously. Human relationships are too complex. He preferred the simple, clear ... real and Sara already had a sufficient dose of reality in his life. However ...
took his cell phone and began pressing the digits that separated him from his beautiful, deep and sexy voice. He gave a little shudder to think ahead on the lips of her calling her name. But no ... too late. Should not disturb her. He pressed a button and the numbers are erased.
She felt stupid. As a teenager. He was not for these things. I had enough energy to deal with so much emotion was the supervisor of the Crime Lab in Las Vegas! The supervisor, by all the gods! I had no time for insecurities.
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lay on the blanket. He closed his eyes for a moment. I knew that if he would calm down a migraine. It was the only certainty right now. That and the fact that he would not talk to her ...
The phone interrupted her thoughts.
got up quickly and almost running, hit your mobile.
- Grissom - said professionally, it would be that they called the lab.
- Hello.
was she! His heart gave a jump. Really seemed as if he had fallen a few years. Enough.
- Eeehh ... Hi, Sara. I thought you'd be sleeping, so do not you ...
- I talk to you - she interrupted sharply. Bad sign.
- Dime.
- not by phone.
- Do not tell me you're out?
felt like her voice softened a bit. Perhaps amused.
- No, Grissom ... Would you have liked?
Sara felt he had gone too far ... it was strange. When I was with him, forgot the fears, insecurities and, indeed, had already crossed the boundary from mere formality ... a while ago! But after a day's work, it seemed like everything had been nothing more than a dream and that Grissom was on the other side of the phone was the one who had been on the other side of the glass in the interrogation room, saying he does not ...
- The Truth is yes.
- What if I say that I'm actually out?
Grissom went to the door and opened ... no one was excited.
- say they're not telling me the truth.
Sara laughed aloud.
- You opened the door? - Asked in surprise and fun.
He did not respond. It felt ridiculous.
- Grissom, do not be angry. Look out the window.
He drew the curtain and saw Sara waving from the parking lot. Reproachful snorted ... Sara . Self smiled and shook his head disapprovingly, but inside I was happy.
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