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So…will what will happen to our beloved geeks? Will Grissom finally get his act together? Will Sara forgive him? You're about to find out….
Enjoy!
Once again, Gil Grissom made his way down that corridor. His steps beat out the rhythm of his heart: Thud. Thud. Thud. His stomach was churning with dread, but somewhere, deep down, was an emotion he hadn't felt for a long time: hope. He tried to ignore its presence, but he couldn't: it was there, and it was what propelled him down the corridor, towards Sara's office.
The door was open, but he noticed immediately that she wasn't there. Pushing aside his disappointment, he entered the office, closed over the door and sat in her chair. There was something welcoming about her office, he decided, as he relaxed, leaned back in her chair and waited.
"I left my cell in my office, Adam, just let me grab it, and make a call; then I'll meet you out in the lot."
The other CSI nodded, and made his way out of the break-room and towards the doors of the Lab.
Sara headed to her office, shaking her head at her absentmindedness. She never forgot her cell, or her pager, or her keys. She was organised: it was strange that she'd forgotten it today. Still, recently she'd been distracted. She supposed that it had something to do with Grissom's unexpected visit. Ever since he'd appeared in her office, she'd been having trouble concentrating.
She realised now that she'd only been fooling herself. She missed Grissom like hell. And she loved him as much as ever.
Her door was slightly ajar. She was sure that she hadn't left it like that. When she pushed it open she started with shock.
Grissom.
It was strange to see how at home he looked in her office, at her desk, leaning back in her chair, with his eyes closed….a faint chuckle escaped her.
He was asleep.
Gil Grissom had flown all the way from Vegas to take a nap in her office chair.
It was too ridiculous.
For once, she had the opportunity to study his face without him being aware of it. He looked exhausted. Sara felt a pang of remorse: maybe he was burning out and maybe the day that he'd shown up at her office he'd needed someone to talk to.
She approached the desk as quietly as she could and picked up her cell.
He needed to sleep. Whatever he had wanted to talk about could wait until later. But when she stepped away from the desk, she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye: he'd woken up.
"Hey." She said softly.
"Sara." he breathed sleepily.
He's still half asleep, she thought as she walked round the desk and bent down to see his face better.
"Are you ok, Grissom?"
He smiled, and it lit up his entire face: "I am now."
She tried to ignore the flutter in her stomach.
He stood up.
"Grissom, what are you doing sleeping in my office?" she asked with a laugh in her voice.
He grinned sheepishly, "I didn't mean to fall asleep, but I had an early flight this morning."
"You look tired." she remarked, "but I meant: what are you doing here- in my office; in San Francisco."
"I came to see you, Sara."
"Why?"
He was silent for a moment, and for a second she thought that he was going to avoid the question. But he answered calmly: "I was wondering if there were any openings for an entomologist at the lab."
"Lab? This lab?" she asked in disbelief.
He nodded. "I've been thinking: I decided that maybe, if you want, instead of moving back, we could move forward."
"Forward?" She couldn't hide the hope in her eyes.
"Forward," he said firmly, "I love you, you know."
Her mouth was dry. She licked her lips. "I didn't actually."
"Well, now you do." he responded matter-of-factly.
"That's good news," she whispered shakily as she raised her hands and placed them tentatively on his shoulders, "because I love you too."
His hands stole around her waist, and pulled her closer. "I'm sorry for everything, Sara."
"I know."
She leaned forward and brushed his lips with her own, softly at first and then, as he responded she slid her tongue into his mouth. His arms tightened around her as he drank her in. One of them moaned, she couldn't tell who. All she knew was that he was finally there, that she was finally kissing him, and that she was lost.
Tired of waiting in the parking lot, Adam went in search of Sara.
When he reached her office, he was shocked by what he saw: his boss and some man, wrapped around each other, and kissing as if they were discovering each other for the first time.
He silently exited the room and shut the door soundlessly behind him. It was about time that Sara Sidle had a man in her life, and he was certainly not the only one to think so. However, it was probably something that didn't need to be advertised to the rest of the lab.
The happy couple needed their privacy. He left them to it.
AN: Well, what do you think? I hope that you've enjoyed the story- I've certainly enjoyed writing it. Thank you all so much for the reviews- they rocked, and you guys rock for sending them! This fic started as a oneshot an, thanks to you guys, it grew.
I plan to keep writing CSI fics (GSR forever!), but I have to finish my NCIS and House one's first!
Thank you for the encouragement.
Please let me know what you think of the ending.
Too sappy??