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Just to Hear You

Pt. 7

Sara walked Grissom to his townhouse door after the party.
They still had a lot to talk about. She slowly examined his townhouse getting a
feel for the man who loved there. A lot had changed since the last time she was
over. Back then the place was cold and Spartan with only framed butterflies and
bookshelves providing color in the drab interior. Now more shelves had been
added to accommodate photos and plants. The concrete block walls had been
painted a pale yellow and geometric paintings adorned the walls. An area rug
broke up the continuity of the hard wood floor, and an overstuffed sofa with
throw pillows had replaced the leather couch.   The sound of Grissom�s boots on
the hardwood drew her attention and she watched him start the coffee. She had
been too distracted by their talk to take notice earlier but now all she noticed
is how the blue shirt brought out his eyes and drew attention to his chest, and
how those jeans hugged his ass making it difficult to resist the urge to grab
it.

�Sara what the hell are you doing?�

She must have been staring longer than she realized because
he was now setting two mugs of coffee on the island. She could feel all the
blood rushing to her face as she tried to come up with a reasonable
explanation. �Well the place looks so different from the last time I was here
and tonight you look so different from how you do at work. I was
investigating.�

�Investigating huh? Ms. Sidle now be honest. Were you
checking out my ass?�

Sara saw the smirk on his face and she knew he was
playing. �Damn and I thought I was being subtle.� �Well you might have been if
you hadn�t been staring for the past five minutes.� Sara turned an even darker
shade of red, if that was even possible. �Sorry.� �Don�t be. It�s been quite
a while since I was ogled by a beautiful woman.� �I do NOT ogle.� �Really?
What would you call it?�

Sara was speechless as he turned away from the island and
carried both coffee mugs into the living room. �Damn those jeans hug more
than his ass. A lot more.� �Um, a healthy appreciation for�..oh hell you
got me. I was ogling.�

Grissom laughed. �Well it�s no worse than what I�ve done.
If you would have noticed me staring at you at work even half of the time, you�d
have either hit me or filed a complaint.� �Oh you did not stare at me at
work.� �Yes I did. Along with every other heterosexual male in the lab.�
�You�re kidding right?� �Nope.� �Why?� �Three words, Sara. Black tank top.�

Sara chuckled and sat her coffee down on the table. �So.
You said you finally figured out what to do about �this�.�

Grissom sat his coffee down and turned sideways on the
couch to face her. �Yes I do. I came up with the solution to �this�. But
before I can do anything, certain factors had to be taken into consideration and
dealt with. For instance after all this time I have to find out if you still
have feelings for me. Oh that�s right, that was taken care of at the hospital.�
He couldn�t resist giving her an evil smirk as she blushed. �Then of course I
have to let you know how I feel about you. Oh that�s right that was taken care
of at the restaurant.�

Sara giggled. This playful Grissom was going to take some
getting used to, but she liked this side of him. He continued. �Then of course
I need to find a solution to that pesky department policy. You know, I think I
took care of that when I resigned. That just leaves one thing left to do.�
�And what�s that?� �This.�

Grissom pulled her closer, took her face in his hands, and
kissed her. This was nothing like she expected from him. There was no
hesitation, no tentative pecks, just the kiss. It wasn�t forceful, but it
wasn�t soft either. This was a kiss that meant business. Sara moaned and he
took the opportunity to deepen the kiss and to wrap an arm around her back
pulling her closer. He pulled back for a moment to allow them both to breathe
and then captured her lips once more.

All the passion they both had been denying for so long, now
refused to be denied. They clung to each other and allowed reality to mirror
their fantasies for a time. Her hands were in his hair and his caressed her
back. Sara was vaguely aware that one of his hands found its way under her
shirt. As he explored his broad back, she felt his hand graze her breast.
Higher function chose that moment to kick in and she found herself doing the
unthinkable.

�Griss. Stop.�

Grissom pulled away from her, gave her one last peck on her
forehead, and panicked. �I�m sorry. I shouldn�t have pushed.�

�Don�t be sorry. You weren�t pushing. Not really anyway.
I mean we�ve been fighting this thing between us for so long, it does feel like
the next logical step. But I, um. This is going to sound so stupid. I just
want to kind of savor this for a while. I mean I�ve waited so long for you to
stop dancing around things, I just want to take things slow.�

Grissom smirked. �Define slow. Remember I know how long
you�ve been waiting. And believe me I regret making you wait for so long. But
I need a time frame here. I mean, it�s not that I�m in a hurry or anything, but
it did take me five years to kiss you.�

Sara grinned. �Well not THAT slow. Just slower than
things were going a few minutes ago. I just want to be together for a while.
If you hadn�t been drinking tonight, well that I don�t know.�

�I�m not drunk Sara.� �I know you aren�t. But you�re not
totally sober either. I just couldn�t handle you waking up tomorrow, regret
anything that happened, and then pull away from me again.�

He tried not to let it show, but he felt like his heart was
being ripped apart. He knew his indecision had hurt her, but until this moment
he had no idea just how deep that hurt went. It would take a long time to earn
her trust and undo all the damage he had done to her. �I never meant to hurt you
Sara. For a long time I thought I was protecting you. Instead all I did was
hurt you.�

�Protect me from what?�

�Me. My life. Sara I�m old, boring, and I
relate better to bugs than people. Women just don�t deal with that well. I�ve
learned that the hard way. Even women in this line of work don�t always deal
with it well. I�m strange. I have been all my life.�

�Griss stop it. You are not old. You�re definitely not
boring, and you�re not strange either. Relating to people is a skill. You just
haven�t practiced yours enough.�

�Yeah that happens when all my dates turn into disasters�

�Oh come on it can�t be that bad. I mean it�s not like you found out someone
you were seeing was practically engaged to someone.�

�No I can�t say that I
have. But I still have you beat.�

�No I don�t think so, Grissom. I hold the
date disaster title.�

Sara grinned at him. For the first time opening up to each
other didn�t seem like a chore. Even with the painful subject matter, it was
getting fun. Grissom took a breath, leaned his head on the back of the couch
and started.

�We were on top of the Stratosphere. Dinner, dancing,
music, roses. It was wonderful. Until I screwed up.�

�What did you do?�

�I proposed. Apparently she enjoyed being with a doctor
and a PhD qualified. But the bug thing was too much for her.�

�Ouch.� �Exactly.�

Sara leaned back on the couch and put her feet up on the
coffee table. �Yeah that�s a pretty good one. But I don�t think that�s bad
enough to out do me.� �Oh yeah? Go for it. I�ll get us some more coffee.�

�Well it was my senior year at Berkley.   We went out,
pretty similar to yours. Dinner, dancing, flowers, all that. This restaurant
even printed our names on matchbooks at the table. They do that for special
occasions. His parents and a bunch of our friends were there, and everyone
seemed to be expecting something to happen. He stood up and got everyone�s
attention. My best friend and his mom were both in tears, and then he said
�well everyone is expecting me to propose, but that�s not what this is about. I
just felt it was time to tell Sara about all the other women I�ve been sleeping
with.� I just never forgot that speech.�

�I hope you hit him. Tell me you hit him.�

�No I didn�t
hit him. Although he did get a stiletto heel in the balls.�

�Oooo. Remind me not to piss you off. Well at least not
again.�

They sat and shared stories from their past for the better
part of an hour, until they were laughing so hard they both had tears in their
eyes.

�Now you see why you can�t top me in bad dates.�

�Ok how about recently?� �Define recently.� �Within the
last 5 years.�

�That�s easy enough. Hank.� �Yeah well that ass didn�t
deserve you anyway.�

�It probably wouldn�t have been so bad if the whole lab
didn�t know about it.�

Grissom laughed. �Oh I know exactly what you mean. That
lab is a rumor mill when they don�t have the whole story.�

�So give. What�s
your bad date story from recently?�

�Which one? The one where my phone rang
during dinner and my date walked out on me, the one where I got called to a
scene from her place and Brass hassled me for weeks about having a date, or the
one the lab still jokes about?�

�Ooooo what to pick, what to pick? Someone actually walked
out on you from dinner?�

�Yep. And since she�s in the field I thought she
would have understood a little better.� Grissom saw her puzzled look and
answered her question before she even asked. �Terri Miller. And before you
even ask, the date Brass hassled me about was with Jane Gilbert.�

�The teacher from the deaf school. So Griss what were you
doing at her place?� Grissom looked at her and grinned. �Let�s just say when
my phone rang my pockets were on the other side of the room. Considering I had
told Brass I better be a last resort if he called me in, I had to answer it.�

�And the one the lab jokes about? Oh my God, you really
did go out with Lady Heather.�

�Yeah I did. Well we didn�t actually go out.
Stayed in, ordered take out, talked.�

�Oh is that what you call it?�

Grissom sighed and looked at Sara. �Hey I�m a man. She
was beautiful, intelligent, interested, and I was lonely. I certainly didn�t
expect to be calling for a search warrant for her place the next morning. Sara
I�ve spent the last five years looking for a substitute for you. I didn�t think
you were interested, then the whole policy thing. I figured if I couldn�t have
you, I�d try and find someone who resembled you.�

�How does Lady Heather resemble me? For that matter any of
them?�

�Well Heather is intelligent, passionate about her work,
and beautiful. Just like you. Terri is intelligent, passionate about her work,
caring, sensitive, and beautiful. Jane is�.are you sensing a pattern here at
all?�

�Yeah I get it Griss.�

�No I don�t think you so. All
three of those women had some qualities in common with you, but I knew from the
start that it would never work with any of them. Because they weren�t you.�

Sara snuggled beside him and put her head on his chest.
�So you wanted me, thought you couldn�t have me, looked for a stand in, knew you
wouldn�t be happy, and it still took you five years to let me know how you
felt?�

�Yeah I should have taken Charlotte�s advice a lot
sooner.� Sara looked up at him and he grinned. �Print lab. She works days
now. Right before Holly Gribbs was shot, Charlotte and I went out. I tried
something different from what we usually did and she wasn�t exactly impressed.
She said if I wanted to be different to pin her against a wall and lay one on
her like I meant it.�

�Well Griss if at any time in the last five years you would
have kissed me like you did tonight, there wouldn�t have been any doubt in my
mind how you felt. So what did you do that was different, or do I even want to
know? It�s not twisted is it?�

Grissom laughed. �Sure it is, in a way. We watched the
Wizard of Oz.�

�The Wizard of Oz is your idea of a date movie?�

�It is when it�s synched to Pink Floyd.�

The two sat and talked about everything and nothing for the
rest of the night. They shared parts of themselves they both thought were long
closed off to anyone. He walked Sara out as she was leaving. He hated to let
her go, but she did need to sleep and change clothes before her shift started
that evening. At her car she stopped and looked at him curiously. �Is this
really happening? Are you really going to give this a chance? To give
us
a chance?� Grissom took her hand and smiled.
�Yes.
I realized that Anton Chekhov had it right. �Perhaps the feelings that we
experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a
person who he should be.� I don�t want to look back on my life and have it
filled with nothing but regrets and what if�s. I want this. I want you. If I
accomplish nothing in this life but making you smile, then I�ll have done
something miraculous.�

Sara had tears in her eyes as
she hugged him. �I want you too. I want us. I love you. I�ve loved you for
years. But seeing this new you, I love you even more.�

He pulled her away from
his chest and wiped away her tears. �Well get used to the new me. I was such a
fool before Sara. But I�ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if
you�ll let me.�

�I�d like that. But let�s start slow.�

�All right. How about
dinner tomorrow? I�ll cook.�

�That sounds good. I�ll have to let you know for
sure later on though. It seems we had some trouble at work. Our supervisor up
and quit on us, so we�re shorthanded. If the criminals behave themselves I can
make it. If not, who knows. I�ll call you later.�

Grissom watched her drive away
with an all too familiar ache in his heart. He knew he would see her soon, but
he hated to let her go all the same. The sun rose over Las Vegas
bringing the start of a new day. But for Dr. Gil Grissom it was the start of a
new life; a life with the woman he loves.

Fin.

(note: there will probably be a
sequel, but this one tells me it�s now done.)







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