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No Way
José
By pickledlightbulb
GS Angst
Disclaimer: Characters belong to CBS and other entities, but
they can’t love ‘em as much as I do.

This fic is in response the Unbound Challenge. My first attempt at a challenge fic.

“Bowchicawowwow!” she yelled as she downed the third shot of
Tequila. Catherine tucked a strand of her
golden-red hair behind her ear and looked across the bar just in time to see
Grissom enter. She couldn’t believe he
had actually shown up. Jim had told him
he’d have hell to pay if he didn’t come but when had that ever bothered Gil? Catherine nodded toward the door and Brass
looked up to see their friend.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Brass exclaimed, a little tipsy from
his three rounds.
“Catherine, Jim,” Grissom acknowledged his colleagues
politely.
“Oh, to hell with formalities, Gil, we are here to let
loose. And like it or not even you are
going to have fun.”
“Where are the others?”
He asked as he surveyed the bar trying to look like he was not looking
for Sara.
“They are in the back playing pool, do you shoot, Gil?” Jim
asked.
“Not in a while,” he answered.
Brass chuckled at Grissom’s apparent nervousness and
motioned for a waitress. The waitress
quickly joined the trio.
“Hey Jimmy, you ready for another shot already?”
“Make it three this time,” he answered.
The waitress was gone before Grissom could protest.
“Jim, I am not drinking tonight. I don’t have a designated driver.”
Brass and Catherine both laughed out loud.
“What is so funny?” he was perplexed.
“Why didn’t you just take a cab?” Catherine asked.
“Because, I live further out than the rest of you and that
would be expensive.”
He was rescued from further questioning by Nick.
“Hey Boss, we were wondering if you were gonna show.” Grissom always admired Nick for his
honesty. Then he wondered if there had
been bets. Just as quickly as the
thought formed, money began to change hands. Brass and Catherine both fished
out twenty dollar bills and Nick dug into his pocket for one of his own.
“Well, Greg will be delighted. Come on back, Boss and play some pool with
us.”
Nick’s invitation was so heartfelt and Grissom knew it would
get him out of taking the shot of tequila, so he let the Texan lead him to the
back room.

He could have tried for a year but there was no way he could
have been prepared for what was in the back room. Sara was bent over the pool table wearing
tight fitting black leather pants and a waist length black leather jacket. Who knew she owned such attire. Her stoke was
smooth and steady. She dropped the eight
ball and held out her palm.
“Pay up, Greg,” she ordered the younger CSI.
“Well, he’s definitely got the dough,” Nick began, “Griss,
showed up man, you racked up.” Nick
palmed the money to Greg. Greg gave a
toothy grin but quickly shied away as Grissom gave him an evil stare.
“Hi, Grissom, nice of you to show,” Greg stammered.
Sara turned to see Grissom.
It was not what she expected. She
didn’t get to see him in jeans that often.
And the shirt he wore was a Polo, so she indulged in admiring his solid
forearms for a quick second.
“Hi, Griss,” she finally muttered.
“Hi, Sara,” was his only response. He wanted to tell her how hot she was. Now that she turned, he could see she was
wearing a white t-shirt beneath the leather jacket which she let hang
open. She looked like a pool shark. Nick was saying something but he was blocking
it out. His attention was zoned in on
the girl. Nick nudged him and realized
he must have been saying something to him.
“Boss, do you want me to grab you a beer?”
“No, thanks,”
“Sara, Greg?” Nick questioned.
Sara replied by shaking her head as he racked the pool
balls.
“Hey, I gotta go to the little boys’ room so I’ll go with
you,” Greg answered.
And just like that Grissom was left alone with this leather
clad vixen.
“You play?” Sara asked as she nodded at the table.
“I’ve been known to,” he answered.
“Get a cue,” she said.
Then added mentally, ‘get a clue’ we could be so good together. But Sara was finished dropping hints that he
didn’t want to pick up.
“That sounded like a challenge,” he answered.
“I thought you liked challenges.”
“I do, but I must admit that I don’t think you will be much
of a challenge. I am pretty good, Sara.”
“O—Kay,” she drew it out.
He clearly thought he had the upper hand here. What a sucker! “Put you money where you mouth is, Grissom.”
“Money, I was thinking of something more creative.”
“Like what?” she didn’t like his tone.
“Okay, if I win, you take your vacation this year; say in a
month or so.”
“And if I win?” she questioned.
“You pick.”
“Give me a minute to think about this,” she said and turned
away from him. How far would he let her
go? A kiss, sex, marriage, these were
things she fantasized about but she didn’t want them this way. So finally she settled on her demand.
“Grissom, when I beat you and I will, you have to be my
slave for a day. On our next day off
together.”
He thought about protesting but it was too delicious. “Only if you promise to wear that.”
Sara couldn’t believe her ears. So he liked the outfit, well maybe it would
distract him too. If only she could keep
her composure long enough to beat him.
“Deal,” she offered her hand.
“Deal,” he agreed and reached for her hand. It was warm and sent pleasure shocks through
him. He had to let go. He cleared his throat.
“Do you want to flip to see who breaks?”
She nodded and he reached into his pocket to retrieve a
quarter. “Call it,”
“Heads,” she answered and just like that she had the
advantage.

Ten minutes later Grissom sat with Brass and Catherine licking
his wounds and trying to figure out how he was going to get out of this
ordeal. Then it hit him, ‘I’ll never
schedule us off together again.’ They
didn’t call him a genius for nothing.
Just as he figured it out Sara, Nick and Greg joined the
others at the tequila table. Brass and
Catherine were up to six now and neither were feeling any pain. Grissom’s shot still sat there
untouched.
“Gil, come on take the shot it will help to ease the pain of
being hustled by a girl,” Jim goaded.
Grissom grimaced, “I told you, I am not drinking.”
“Then you drink it Sara, as a victory drink,” Catherine
offered.
“No thanks,” Sara eyed Grissom closely. He was pissed and terrified and it was
irresistible.
“Nick, I know a Texan can’t turn down tequila,” Brass said.
“This one can, gotta watch my calories, I already had too
much beer, guess that leaves you Greggo,”
“No way José” Greg punned.
Everybody glared at him but Grissom he was still fuming over his
predicament and his bruised ego. Losing
to Sara wouldn’t have been that bad except that Greg had to go tell everyone.
“Oh, what the hell?” Grissom said as he downed the shot.

An hour later they were all packed into Sara’s Pathfinder
and she was ushering them all to their respective homes. After letting Brass out, Sara and Grissom
were alone again. “So you figured out
how to weasel you way out of our agreement.”
“Huh,” he asked. He
was drunk. Grissom didn’t stop at the
first shot. No, he went six rounds with
José Cuervo. Sara decided that in his
present state there was no need to press the point. He was in no shape to reason.

She pulled into his spot and got out of the car.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I am helping you in, I don’t want you falling down and
breaking something. I want my slave healthy.”
He grunted and let her help him out of the SUV and up the
stairs to his doorway. He just stood
there staring at his door as if it would open itself.
“Keys, Grissom?” she asked.
“Pocket,” was his only reply.
She fished into his jean pocket. They were deeper than she expected. She felt her knuckles brush against his
groin. Surely he was too drunk to be
getting hard from her hand in his pocket.
She quickly retrieved the keys and unlocked the door. She led him to the couch and headed for his
kitchen.
“I’ll put on some coffee,” she called as she walked.
“I don’t want coffee, Sara.
I want you.”
That stopped her dead in her tracks. She couldn’t even turn to face him.
“Grissom, this is not the time for this.”
“Sara, there is never going to be a time for this. My inhibitions are lowered enough for me to
tell you how I feel. I want you, Sara, I
love you Sara. But I can never have
you. I can’t afford it. Do you know what it would cost me, Sara? Everything I have, everything I have worked
for could be gone in a blink of an eye and for what. For you to come home one day and tell me
you’ve grown old of fucking an old fat fart.
That the novelty wore off. That I
wasn’t all you dreamed I’d be.”
She whipped around fury raging in her chocolate eyes, “Novelty,
Grissom, fuck you. You are no
novelty. What do you think you are some
fucking symbol to me? I know lots of
older men who would jump at the chance to fuck me. I know plenty of former professors who would
do the same and don’t even let me get started on former bosses who had not so
subtly offered themselves to me.”
He wobbled his way off the couch and approached her. “Sara, it wouldn’t work. You are too young. I am you boss. I don’t share myself well. Maybe you should consider relocating.”
She half chuckled as the tears started forming in her
eyes. “Was this you plan for getting out
of the bet?”
She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered as the
tears began to fall. As if in slow
motion the first tear plopped onto his hardwood floor and something in him
broke.
He grabbed her, he wrapped his arms around her. Then he roughly grabbed her biceps and pulled
her so their faces were touching at the noses.
Then he crushed his lips to hers.
He wasn’t gentle and loving, he was fierce and unforgiving. His mind was reeling with the fact that he
was finally touching her and kissing her.
He didn’t have time to be patient.
He had to work fast he had so much time to make up for. He was going to make everything right. He wasn’t going to make her cry anymore. But of course he failed to express all of
this verbally.
Sara pushed him off of her and smacked him hard across the
face.
“You son-of-a-bitch, if you won’t date me, do really think I
am just going to let you fuck me. No,
Grissom you said it yourself I am not worth the risk.”
Before he could tell her that things were different she was
out the door.
Her parting words, “Don’t touch what you can’t afford.”
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