One shot little drabble that I couldn't not write. Please R&R!
Sara and Grissom sat in companionable silence in her living room, sharing drinks. The couple had just spent the night at a mandatory company function, in the form of a dance. Though both CSIs hated these kinds of things, they were getting a few hours off work, and as Greg so eloquently put it, they were "the only people in the lab who were able to find someone willing to be seen in public with them," and therefore not asked be one of the lucky nightshift to hold down the fort. The night had gone off well enough, with the pair slipping out early in favour of a night cap at Sarah's.
As they sat on the soft suede loveseat, Sarah took the chance to look at Grissom, to take him in while he was unguarded. The two had been seeing one another for almost two months now, and Sarah loved the fact that she could just openly bask in the sensation that being with him created.
She tore her eyes from him and took a sip of her drink. "God help me," she murmured under her breath.
Grissom raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "What?"
She turned and took another long look at him, a smile playing across her lips. "It's just..." she started, rolling her eyes preemptively at what she was about to say, "I'm just in love with you." She turned away and took another sip.
"I'm in love with you too." He smiled, willing her to look at him again. She did, and then clinked the top of her bottle with his.
"Cheers" she said with a laugh.
"Now what?" He asked, leaning back in the cushions.
"Uh, suicide pact?" Sara suggested with a smirk, looking him in the eye.
Grissom smiled and exhaled in what sounded like a laugh. "That's the only solution I can see," he said, wrapping his arm around her and pulling him to her.
Sara smiled. "Yep, we're doomed."
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