Misconceptions

This is based on Grissom and Sara having a relationship way before she moved to Vegas. Thanks to Peggy47 for the name.

Sara Sidle stepped in to the cool auditorium, away from the baking sun of San Francisco summer. Even wearing a thin strappy tank top and shorts wasn't making it any easier. Looking around, even though she was early, there was a person sitting on the front row. A young looking man with brown curly hair, wearing a blue polo top and jeans. He was engrossed in some notes but looked up when the auditorium doors snapped shut. He turned to look at Sara and she saw that he had the most startlingly blue eyes and a cute chin dimple.

"Hello." He called to her and then turned back to his notes. Sara walked towards him and sat down a few seats away from him.

"Hey. You here for the Forensics seminar?" she asked him. He put his notes down and turned in his seat to face her, placing his hand on the back of the chair between them.

"Are you?" he smiled. Sara tried and failed to hide a grin.

"Yeah, I was forced to come as part of my Physics degree course. Really didn't want to come though. Apparently," she leaned forwards, as did he, and dropped her voice even though there was no one else in the room "this Dr. Whatever is just some old duffer who idolises bugs." She grinned and leaned back. He raised a lone eyebrow and Sara tilted her head "Have you ever been to one of his seminars before?"

She put her hand on the same seat back as him and brushed his fingers lightly, making his face redden slightly "Uh…a few…you know…they were…ah…ok." She thought he looked cute when he was flustered. A few more people had come through the doors and were getting seated. "How many people do you think are coming?"

Sara looked around, counting the people "I think this is it, I counted the people on the register outside. Hey wait," she snapped back around to him "what was your name again?" she was pretty sure she's never seen this man around campus before.

He proffered his hand "Dr. Whatever, A.K.A, Dr. Gil Grissom, the 'old duffer who idolises bugs' pleased to meet you." She shook his hand and he got up, grabbed his notes and walked up the steps to the stage, leaving Sara in silent bewilderment. Once at the podium, he cleared his throat to get everybody's attention. "Good morning everyone, my name is Dr. Grissom and I'll be talking to you today about Forensics."

Three hours later when the seminar had finished, Sara stayed behind and waited until everyone else had left so it was just her and Dr. Grissom. He was putting his stuff in his briefcase and she walked up to him.

"Dr. Grissom?" he turned to face her and smiled when he saw who it was.

"Miss Sidle, you were very good in the lecture, you asked some really good questions, come to think of it, you answered some really good questions. You should have been up here with me. What can I do for you, and please, call me Gil."

Confused as to why he wasn't mad or upset that she had insulted him made her speechless for a moment, that and his eyes. "Oh, ok, well I just wanted to apologise for what I said before, about the old duffer thing."

"Forget about it; besides, if you hadn't said it you still would have thought it." He said, picking up his briefcase.

"I wouldn't, well not the old part anyway, you don't look a day over 25." She gave her gap-tooth smile that she rarely gave anyone else, so self conscious was she of her front teeth.

He blushed again "Well thank you Sara, I'm 38 actually." He had no idea why he'd told her his real age. "Listen, I'm here for another two weeks, would you mind showing me around a little?"

Sara nodded and they walked side by side out of the auditorium.

After she'd shown him around, they ended up at a coffee shop near the college. They talked about cases Grissom had worked in Vegas and he was thrilled at the enthusiasm she showed in his stories. As they finished their coffees, neither wanted to leave. They finally had to when the remains of the coffee began to solidify at the bottom of the mugs. They stood outside and Grissom tuned to Sara.

"So, I'm in Frisco for another two weeks," he moved forwards to brush 'something' off her shoulder "maybe you could show me the night life too?" his hand lingered on her shoulder.

"I think I could do that. Where are you staying?" she liked the feel of his hand on her skin.

He removed his hand to point at a building next to the college. "In the dorms, room 202. The Dean thought it'd be 'fun' for me to mix with the students. How does tonight sound?"

"Sure, I'm in room 215 down the hall. I'll come get you at 7:30? Wear something…smart/casual." She turned and started to walk to the dorms.

Grissom called after her "Isn't 7:30 a little early for the night life?"

She smiled back at him "I'm taking you to dinner first, and you're paying." She waved and turned the corner of the street.