Title: The Fallacies of Providence
Author: smithar
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Grissom
Summary: Sara is searching for the perfect opportunity to make a move.
Notes: This is a first person fic from Sara's POV that takes place right before the lab blows up in 'Play With Fire'. I love that episode. I guess you have to know the scene to enjoy the fic. Un-betaed, as usual.

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Well, shit. This is what I get for leaving my lunch bag stuffed up in my locker. I don't think peanut butter and jelly is supposed to be this runny. Not that I had a choice. Maybe I should hunt down whoever left that open pan of veal in the break room fridge. Ugh, veal. Oh, who am I kidding? I won't go hunting anyone down. Hmm. Temperature aside, this sandwich still tastes fine.

Oh. There he is. Maybe I can catch him in the hallways. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Right. Gotta do this. Okay, getting up. Now's my chance to ask him if... okay, he's talking to Greg. I'd better stop and wait. There's no way in hell I'm going to have an audience for this, even if the audience is only Greg Sanders. But I have to do this now. It's been a long time coming. It sounds horribly cheesy, but something comes over me whenever he's around. It's like a compulsion. This thing between us is unavoidable. If I don't do something about it, I fear I might just explode from keeping it all inside. I have to do make a move before I go insane.

Good, he's out of the DNA lab. Moving again. Maybe now I can... dammit, now he's talking to Archie and Nick. I'll just hang back here. This will all work out once I talk to him. I know he feels something too. I can see it in his eyes, in the tension on his shoulders, in the way he gets speechless and bewildered every time I speak my mind. It's pretty endearing, actually, seeing him sputter and startled when he usually has so much to say.

Okay, going to... shit, receptionist with messages for him. This is ridiculous. I can't believe I'm still tailing him like a love struck schoolgirl. He has to be alone eventually, right? He's a busy guy and I know it. It goes without saying that he's the reason CSI does so well for itself. No wonder he's in such high demand around here.

Right, he's in his office. Perfect opportunity to...

Fuck.

Well then.

How about that? The moment I try to do something about this problem, the world works to stop me at every turn. Fine, whatever. It's a good thing I have a sense of humour. (Despite popular opinion.) Fate is conspiring against me today. Another opportunity will come up later, I know it will. Alright. I'd better get back to the break room then. My sandwich is probably so soggy that-

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