Understanding Science by chibiness87
Genre:
Humour
Pairing:
GSR
Length:
490 words
Spoilers:
Through 8.06
Disclaimer:
Not mine.
Summary: He was pouting.
A/N: I found my fluff muse!! AND she's writing GSR! (Be very nice to her… she may run away again, and I don't want that!) Not beta'd. Also, could be OOC for the way they were acting in the ep, but well, so what?!
She found him in his study.
Correction.
She found him, pouting, in their study.
The only thing missing was the protruding lower lip, and he would have looked like a 3 year old boy who had been told, again, he couldn't have a chocolate bar. Or, knowing him, an ant farm.
Sara shared a glance with Hank as they both approached the door of the study.
Getting closer, she heard his muttering.
"There, there. He doesn't understand. Don't take it to heart. You know I still love you. Stupid FBI, what does he know anyway?!"
Standing in the doorway then, she realised he wasn't alone.
His hands were caressing the smooth curves, his face level with hers, his tone reverent.
Sara burst out laughing.
His head snapped up at the sound, and she noticed with a small sense of glee he was blushing. Blushing!
"Sara…"
"Sorry… do you two want to be alone?"
"Um…"
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything…"
"Ah…"
"You know, it's a good thing I'm not the overly jealous kind…"
"Sara…"
She giggled again.
"Look, I'll just leave you two to whatever you were doing… don't mind me… I'll be in the bedroom."
Still chuckling, she made her way through the house, pausing on her way to her destination to make sure Hank had everything he needed. Satisfied he had, she continued on.
Grissom joined her a couple of minutes later.
And he was still pouting.
"So, what to talk about it?" she offered through her mirth.
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"You're pouting."
He sighed.
"Hemadefunofher," Grissom eventually admitted.
"NO!"
"I'm serious, Sara!"
Sara tried to hold back her giggles, but failed.
"you wouldn't understand," he huffed, rolling over to face the wall.
"I'm…" she giggled again, before clearing her throat, trying to calm down. "I'm sorry, baby. What did the mean FBI agent say to get you all riled up, huh?" she asked, stroking his hunched shoulder gently.
"He made fun of my office. Which I can deal with. He isn't the first to ask me about the stuff I keep there. Even you have commented on certain things, as I recall."
"What did I ever…"
"My Trigger ownership certificate."
She paused, thinking. "Oh, yeah."
"So I can pass over when he said my office looked like a surplus storage space."
"Right."
"But he didn't stop there."
"That's when he made fun of her?"
"Well, he took a look, and I explained what she was, and he looked at me like I was some kind of crazy scientist."
"Um, Gil, honey, you are somewhat of a crazy scientist." Seeing his hurt expression, she continued, "but you're my somewhat of a crazy scientist."
He rolled to his back, his face tilted to see hers. The humour that had been present before was replaced by a seriousness that he could not deny.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And I love you just as you are."
He smiled.
"Irradiated foetal pig and all."
End