Title : AN EVENING TO REMEMBER
Written by Jill Hamilton
 

This fanfic was written to answer a fanfic challenge that was issued by M Crocker at CSI-GrissomSara@yahoogroups.com. The components are not limited to but must include the following: 

Must be Gil/Sara
Must start with the words "I wish these things weren't so boring."
Sara must wear a skirt and no underwear and the reader must know about this.
Gil must quote Shakespeare (big jump I know but it must be relevant to the
context.)

“I wish these things weren’t so boring.”

He slumped down in his seat, leaning over to mumble the words to his co-workers sitting beside him. There was a reason Gil Grissom hated these formal affairs. You had to sit through all the politically correct bullshit and personal agendas, not to mention the discomfort of feeling choked due to the bow tie around his neck. The only thing that made this night worthwhile was seeing Sara Sidle in something other than slacks or Forensics coveralls. The black skirt and matching blouse she wore were breathtaking. He’d hoped she hadn’t noticed the fact that he’d given her legs more than one complete look over. They flowed like silk from beneath the hem of her almost knee-length skirt, the black stockings she wore over them only making him envious of them as they graced her long limbs.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Sara said, taking a quick sip of her drink. “Why does Conrad Ecklie think we want to sit here for thirty minutes and listen to him drone on about how he has turned this CSI lab into the best in the country? He’s so full of himself.”

Grissom only smiled at her as he nodded his head, agreeing with his beautiful young co-worker.

“Besides, Conrad didn’t do it…you did.”

His ears perked up as he realized the compliment she was paying him. “Well, thank you Sara, but you guys…” Grissom motioned with his hand to the others sitting at their table. “…you’re all responsible, too. I couldn’t do it without a first class team such as this.”

Sara smiled at him graciously. She’d felt honored when he had called upon her four years ago to come and join his team of investigators. She had been a pupil of Grissom’s years earlier at Berkeley, and had developed a small crush on him. Hoping to further her professional career by joining his Las Vegas team, she had obtained more emotionally charged, deepened feelings for her mentor and friend. She would never admit it to anyone, but she loved the man. That is why it was so painful for her to sit beside him tonight - he looked too handsome for words. She had been imagining all night that they were here for some other reason than a business dinner. Her mind had wandered to a fantasy land where they would spend their evening dancing and laughing, only to go back to her apartment for a night spent in each other’s arms.

Her silent reverie was broken as the banquet hall erupted in polite clapping - she was certain the applause coming from their table was certainly because Ecklie had quit speaking more so than they had appreciated his words. She glanced over at Grissom to catch him staring at her. “What?” she whispered, “Is there something on my face?”

Caught, he turned away, shaking his head. “No. Just looking.”

It was times like this she wanted to smack Gil Grissom. He was constantly doing something to make her think he might be interested, only to contract back into his shell whenever he was asked about it. Sara was almost sure she imagined much of his attention, but there were times she seriously wondered if he ever felt the same way as she did.

He just looks so damned handsome tonight - you’re certainly imagining things. Just think of it this way - you’re finally having dinner together. Too bad the rest of the team is along on the date. It’s the best you’re ever going to get, so take it while you can.

 

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The dinner had been lovely. Everyone was smiling and joking; this was a side that they rarely got to share with each other, as most of their time spent together was used to investigate the worst of crimes committed in Vegas. Sara had stolen several glances his way, and had been shocked to catch him looking at her on more than one occasion. It only fed the nervousness growing in the pit of her stomach. She’d ordered more than one refill of wine, and as her tolerance to the alcohol went down, her courage to finally say something to Gil Grissom about her feelings only gained momentum.

The small jazz trio had began to play, and several people had taken to the dance floor. Before long, Sara noticed that they were the only two left sitting at the table.

“You know,” she said, looking over at Grissom, her gaze automatically drawn to his deep blue eyes. “…we’re only going to keep our reputations as ‘geeks’ if we continue to sit here.” Standing, she walked over to his seat and leaned over. “How about you ask me to dance. I’ll say yes, I promise.”

Gil smirked at her half-drunken proposal. “And what if I don’t want to ask you to dance? What if I wanted you to ask me?” It was taking all the self control he had to not look down her blouse, her cleavage accentuated by the v-necked blouse.

“Well, then, Dr. Grissom, might I have the pleasure of this dance?”

“Oh, well, I guess…especially since you ’asked’ so nicely.” He didn’t know if she noticed the slight nod of his head toward the exposed valley between her breasts.

Taking her hand, he led her out onto the dance floor. “I’m warning you, I’m not responsible for any damage done to your feet.”

Sara laughed, her smile lighting up the room. “As if these shoes haven’t already done enough damage. Lead on, Griss.”

Conversation on the dance floor was minimal. She wasn’t exactly sure what to say - they had all made a pact to not mention work tonight. She knew a million things she wanted to say, however. “You know,” she said, breaking the silence. “You’ve got killer eyes.”

“Killer eyes?” Grissom’s eyebrow raised quizzically, unsure of what she meant.

“Beautiful,” she said, her inhibitions fading as the alcohol continued to take over her rational thoughts. “Gorgeous. Get-lost-in-them eyes.”

Unsure of what he should say next, he only nodded. “Thank you. Yours aren’t half-bad either.”

Sara felt herself tense up with giddiness. “Aww, that’s so sweet. But, know what I like most about you? Your mouth. Two perfect lips like rosebuds…”

“Sara…” Grissom stopped her abruptly. “I think maybe we ought to put a halt to your drinking tonight. You’re starting to talk out of your head.”

“What? Grissom? Why can’t you take a compliment from someone, especially me?”

The look on her face told him that he’d hurt her feelings once again.

“You know what? I’m going to go. I’m constantly over talking around you. I guess I should have learned my lesson by now. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” She pulled away from him. “…I’m going to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back at the table in a few…maybe.”

Gil stood perplexed as she left him standing on the dance floor.

 

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Splashing cold water on her face, Sara did all that she could to mask the streaks on her cheeks left behind by her tears. Sara, he’s never going to change. He’s never going to see things your way. You’ve given him chance, after chance, after chance…until you do something drastic, he’s never going to see just how interested you are in him.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she wiped away the water droplets with a paper towel as she smiled. She was sobering up, but he didn’t know that. This would be the perfect opportunity…but….NO! She would never be able to live this down if someone else found out. However, it would be a good way to get his full attention….

Slipping into one of the stalls, she removed her heels and let the small thong slip from her legs. You can’t be more direct than this…

 

She noticed that he was sitting at the table nursing a scotch. All alone.

OK, here goes nothing…


Walking quietly beside him, she reached into her purse and discretely dropped the small scrap of fabric into his lap. “I’m going out to get some air. Care to join me?”

He looked at her, then looked down to the napkin she had dropped into his lap. That’s not a napkin…that’s a tho..

Gil’s heart began to race as his hands wadded, then stuffed the small satiny undergarment into his pants pocket. Never would he have imagined that this would happen to him, especially with Sara. The twinge of desire was felt as he stood up, and he was not sure if he could hide the arousal that had begun to form in his trousers.

“Hey, Griss…where’s the fire?” Warrick said, watching as his boss hurried past him. “Nicky and I were just about to go get a drink…”

Gil cut him off. “Sorry, Warrick…I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. Going to step outside for some fresh air.” He didn’t mention the fire in his heart for one Sara Sidle…
 

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She sat quietly on a bench outside on the upper balcony. She could be alone up here. She needed to be alone, especially after the fool she had made of herself. What on earth had possessed her to do that? Sure that she’d never be able to face her supervisor again, Sara began to formulate her letter of resignation in her head.

“I think you dropped something back there…”

His voice caused her heart to jump up into her throat. “Grissom, I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I guess I…”

Before she could get another word out, he had pulled her up from seated and was pressing his lips to hers, his lips ravaging hers in a kiss that took her breath away.

“Wow,” was the only word she could utter as he released her from his embrace.

“Yeah, wow.” he echoed, his hands running down her back as he pulled her closer to him, his erection evident as he pressed his body into hers.

Shocked by his current inhibition, Sara pulled back. “Grissom…I’m…speechless.”

“Oh, you’re speechless,” he said, a hint of mischief in his voice. “How do you think I felt knowing that the girl I have loved for a long time drops her panties into my lap? It’s not exactly something I expected…”

Sara felt her smile fading. “I know, and I am sorry. Grissom, I’m in love with you. I can’t help it. I wanted you to know…wait, what did you just say?” She lifted her eyes to look into his.

“The course of true love never did run smooth - Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

He leaned down to kiss her once again, but she stopped him. “Shakespeare?”

“Yes,” he mouthed, his lips pressing to hers. “Sara, I’ve been blind for far too long…”

“So, are you saying you love me…?”

Once again, he mouthed his yes, his lips never leaving hers.

Sara felt herself melting into his embrace, her heart and his beating in time as they held each other in the cool night air.

Pulling his lips from hers momentarily, he allowed them to trace back to her earlobe, and then softly whispered. “Love is but not love until it is shared by two; two cannot truly express their love until they are as one…”

“That’s beautiful.” she said, her hands cupping his face. “Wordsworth? Browning?”

Looking deep into her eyes, he smiled. “No….Grissom.”



THE END


 

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