Pairing: Grissom/Sara.
Spoliers: Season 2, The Finger, Burden of Proof, Primum Non Nocere
Rating: PG
Notes and dedications: This is dedicated to Mac for getting me into CSI in the
first place also to him and Ash
for putting the ship idea in my head, though I still disagree with you both *g*
Sara's thoughts after that comment in Primum Non Nocere.
Two hours to melt the ice Sara estimated, two hours to wait, two hours to ask Grissom
about that comment? Or just carry on as normal and pretend it never happened?
What did that imply he didn't know beauty until they met? Did he think she was beautiful?
Was it just a line? One of those deadpan comments that Grissom was so well known for?
The Grissom she knew found beauty in butterflies, in solving puzzles, not in people.
And if he did mean her, Grissom was her boss, her friend. A good friend, she smiled
remembering the conversation in the hall, Peanuts and then later the bad Shakespeare puns.
Only a few weeks ago she had been ready to quit the Crime Lab, fed up with the feeling of
being overlooked, fed up with rancid blood in the fridge where she wanted to put her
lunch, but he said he needed her, well he said the lab needed her. Wasn't that the same
thing? The plant was a surprise, exactly what she would have chosen for herself, not
flowers that would decay and die. They saw enough death everyday at work.
The truth was nagging at her, the feelings that she didn't want to voice even to herself.
The remark had made her heart sing, the flattery had warmed her soul. He did notice
her.
Anyway she was seeing Hank; well one date that had ended abruptly because Catherine passed
her a severed finger, wasn't exactly seeing him. However, he did want to take her out
again, if they could organise a time when they were both free.
Hank was a nice guy, that inner voice was making itself known again but he wasn't the one
whose approval she sought, not the one that she...no she wasn't going to go there.
Gil had gone to speak with Catherine and Brass, who had been interviewing the ice hockey
players; his return brought a flush to her cheeks, embarrassed by her thoughts. She hoped
that if he noticed he would blame it on the radiant heat coming from the heaters that were
slowly reducing the mound of ice.
The smile that he greeted her with, could have melted the ice on its own and she returned
it, making eye contact and the last doubt in her heart melted too.
� Katana 9th September 2003