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The Truth Hurts
Author: Jillyree
Rating: R- for language and one subtle steamy situation
“But, Griss…I did fine with the…”
“Sara, I said no. That goes double for you, Ecklie. Besides, he volunteered you for this - you don’t want this assignment - I can see it in your eyes.” Turning his attention to the balding man sitting opposite Sara, he sneered. “ I’m not going to have Sara put herself in harm’s way once again just so you and the Sheriff can get the glory. It won’t happen.”
Conrad Ecklie stood from the chair in front of Grissom’s desk, his frustration evident as well. “Gil, you do realize that I am still your supervisor…”
“Yes, Conrad, I do, but I also remember you’re saying to me, and I quote, ‘she’s a loose cannon with a gun, and she’s all yours.’ I believe that gives me free reign to say what she can and can’t do when it comes to assignments that involve Sara. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to gather my team to hand out OUR assignments. Sara?”
With that, he motioned to the door, and they both exited from his office, leaving a stunned and slightly embarrassed Conrad Ecklie dumbfounded in their wake.
--
Sitting in the passenger seat of Nick’s Denali, Sara smiled as she thought back on the protective nature Grissom had just taken with her. They’d only been seeing each other officially for about a month, but the fact that he wanted to keep her out of harm’s way spoke volumes for the way he felt about her.
“Someone’s awfully chipper to be headed out to a 419,” Nick smirked, glancing over at his passenger. “You’ve had this shit-eating grin on your face for the last few weeks, Sara…is there something, or better yet, someone you haven’t told me about? You know, as your honorary brother, I have full right to make sure they’re right for you.”
“Yeah, yeah…why is it when I show just a little bit of happiness, you and Warrick go all protective on me? Can’t I just be happy for once without a reason?” The tell-tale smile on her face gave her away.
“OK,” Nick said, putting the vehicle into park as he shut off the engine. “I’ll let you slide this time, but I swear…you keep that dreamy look in your eyes for one more day, and I’ll get Brass to put you under 24-hour surveillance.”
The two CSI’s gathered their kits from the back of the Denali and started toward the crime scene. “Oh great,” Sara murmured under her breath. “Super Cop just has to be assigned to this case, doesn’t she?”
Nick barely stifled his laughter as he caught glimpse of Sofia Curtis. It was no secret around the lab that Sara and Sofia weren’t exactly the best of friends, and most of the graveyard shift knew why. It was Sofia who had been added to the grave shift when Ecklie had split them up, and no one, not even Grissom, could stand to be around her, especially given her open flirting and unwanted advances toward the supervisor.
“It’s about time you got here…I paged about 30 minutes ago.”
“Sofia, you DO realize that this crime scene is about 30 miles outside of town, and that we had to deal with traffic on Tropicana, right?” Nick said, doing his best not to sound too cocky.
“Yeah, yeah…well, you’re here now, so let me acquaint you with the scene.”
“That won’t be necessary,“ Sara said. “Remember, you used to do this job, too…so you know how it goes. If we have any questions, we’ll ask someone.” Just not you, Sara added silently.
--
Thirty minutes later, Sara stood outside the small house diligently looking for something, anything, that might tie in to how the house had been broken into. The security alarm had not tripped, and none of the windows or doors forcibly opened. “Dammit,” she murmured to herself, clearly becoming upset with the lack of evidence.
“Need some help?”
His voice behind her startled her, but immediately made her smile. “Not unless you’re the evidence fairy coming to drop the one thing that will bust this case wide open in my lap.” She smiled at Grissom. “I thought you and Warrick were working a case over in Summerlin.”
“We were…we finished up, so I thought I’d come over here and lend you and Nick a hand. What have we got?”
Sara’s smile faded. “I’m afraid nothing so far, at least not out here. I’m starting to get so stressed out about it…”
In an uncharacteristic fashion, Grissom placed his hands on Sara’s shoulders, gently kneading them a couple of times before realizing that they were still at the crime scene. “Well, maybe I can do something about that later…the stress, that is, not the evidence.”
“And that means?” Sara whispered, not wanting anyone to overhear.
“After shift…you come over for breakfast, and after that, maybe I can help you de-stress yourself a bit.”
A million thoughts shot through her mind, none of them having to do with just breakfast. “And how do you plan on doing that?”
“Oh, don’t worry…you’ll see.” He smiled his crooked smile at her, then turned as he heard someone clearing their throat behind them.
“Grissom,” Sofia said, “I had no idea you were here. I could use your help inside, seeing how I need someone with a trained eye to take a look at where we found the vic.” With that, she shot a hateful look in Sara’s direction. “You’re just the man I need.”
Sara could only bite her tongue as she watched the two of them walk away together.
--
Thankful another day was done, Sara removed her boots and slid them into her locker before grabbing her tennis shoes. Breakfast with Grissom. It was the only thought that had kept her going throughout the night. Grabbing her purse, she slammed her locker door shut and began to fumble for her car keys, hoping to swing by her apartment for a few things before heading over to Grissom’s.
“Sara, can we talk?”
She recognized the irritating voice behind her immediately. “Sofia? To what do I owe the pleasure of you being here?”
“I wanted to ask you - is there something wrong between us? You seem to have this chip on your shoulder when it comes to me, and I want to know what the problem is. As far as I know, I’ve never treated you with anything but respect and courtesy…”
Sara couldn’t help but snicker under her breath. “If you want to call one-upping everything I said while you were on graves as a CSI ‘courtesy', I guess you’re right.”
Sofia looked puzzled. “Sara, be honest with me. I can tell something’s not right, and I want to make it…”
“Sofia, you want the truth, so I’ll give it to you, and this is putting it nicely. In my opinion, you are a bitch that needs to get over herself and realize that she’s not the second coming of the almighty. I tolerate you only because I have to...for the good of the lab."
“That’s nicely?” Sofia said. “I’d hate to hear the brutal truth.”
Sara walked past the woman, the anger evident in her eyes. “Honey, that’s heavenly compared to what I really think. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have plans.” With that, Sara walked out the door.
--
Grissom had noticed Sara’s silence throughout the morning. “The case got you this frustrated?” he said, taking her plate from in front of her. “I haven’t seen you let a case get to you this much since…”
“It’s not the case,” Sara said, stretching her legs as she stood. “It’s Sofia.”
Grissom smiled. “Getting on your nerves again, huh?”
“When does she not?” Sara smirked. “Sometimes I think she’s out to make my life a living hell.”
“Mine, too.” Grissom quipped, taking Sara’s hand as he led her to his sofa. “So, what can I do to help you out…take your mind off of one Ms. Curtis?”
“Well, there’s one thing…” Sara leaned in and took his lips captive with hers, her hands running through his wavy salt and pepper hair. He returned her kiss with equal fervor, and before long, found himself fighting an internal battle. They had not made love yet, but from the things that Sara was doing to him, he was going to find it hard to resist her, especially today.
A knock at the door broke them from their embrace. “Sara…I…”
“Ignore them…Grissom, please…I want this…I want you…”
He returned his attentions to her. Just hearing her say she wanted him was enough to make him forget anything or anyone standing behind his front door. However, the knocking persisted. “Sara…I’m sorry…I know you want this…I do, too…but we can‘t always have what we want when we want it…”
Disappointed, Sara let him go, once again consoling herself that this relationship was going to evolve as slowly as it always had. She watched as he walked away toward the front door, and tried her best to compose herself again.
She could hear mumbling at the door, and from what she could tell, he sounded agitated. Walking toward the door, she saw the platinum blonde ponytail first before hearing her voice. “…and she called me a bitch, Grissom. Now, I’m not one who usually does thing such as this, but I think you really need to have a talk with…" Sofia did a double take as she saw her approach behind Grissom's shoulder. "...Sara!”
Sara smiled as she peered over Grissom’s shoulder. “Sofia, what a nice surprise! We just finished up breakfast…had we known you were stopping by, we would have saved you some…so sorry.”
Grissom just smiled as he watched the balance of power shift from one woman to another. “Sofia, I've already been made aware of this situation...maybe you should go.”
He left the door open just long enough to watch the now dejected woman slip into the driver’s seat of her car. Closing the door behind him, he locked the deadbolt and turned to face Sara. “Now…where were we?” He turned her, forcing her between the door and himself as he planted a delicious kiss in the nape of her neck. “Was it here? Or maybe here?” He loosed one of the buttons on her blouse.
“But Grissom, I thought you…”
“Sara,” he said, kissing her passionately as he scooped her up into his arms and headed toward his bedroom. "You know what I told you earlier about not always getting what you want when you want it ?”
He watched as she nodded.
“Well, mark it down...I think I was wrong...for once."
FIN