I am trying to finish Catherine's plan and I love that song before I finish Talk to me but I just thought because of all the awesome reviews and because I haven't updated this story in ages I would give you the next chapter. Thank you to CSI Granger for the awesome beta editing! So here is the next chapter of Talk to me…

Sara went to Grissom's office as requested and would have stayed to talk to him if her pager hadn't gone off.

"Sorry Griss." Sara told him as she began to reluctantly walk out of his office.

"It's ok." He whispered but she had already gone. He sighed, leaning back in his chair, he lets his fingers run through his greying curls.


It felt like hours until her shift was over, ever minute checking her watch to see if it had moved any further. Sara sighed as she began to walk towards her car, clicking it open; she slid in, put it in drive and drove as fast as was permitted. After stopping at about 5 sets of stop lights, she was outside her house.

She sighed inwardly, hands still on the wheel, looking up at her front door.

Come on Sara, get your act together!

She walked through her door and instantly turned towards her wardrobe. That's when she realised that she had no idea what she was meant to wear, more importantly what time Grissom was supposed to be picking her up at. She quickly walked to the living room.

Sara grabbed her phone and pressed 1 on her speed dial. A few seconds later Grissom answered his phone.

"Gil speaking," She smiled; she liked the sound of him saying that.

"Why, hello Gil." She replied as her smile grew larger.

She sounded so sexy just then.


Just now when she called me Gil.

I love it when she calls me Gil.

"Oh…hi Sara." His voice went from being all macho to being soft and caring when he said her name.

"I was just calling, to ask…what should I wear?" Sara said while curling her hair around her fingers unknowingly.

"What ever you want to wear?" Confusion dripping from every word.

What should she wear?

How am I supposed to know?

No I wasn't asking you, it was a rhetorical question…

Oh why didn't you say so?

Because I didn't think that I need to explain that it was a rhetorical question to the other half of my brain…

Err…sorry to knock you out of your rambling but my question was a rhetorical question too.

What question?

When the other half of his brain didn't answer, the part which asked the question asked…

Why didn't you answer?

Because I thought I was rhetorical.

"Anything?" Sara asked sceptically.

Nothing would be fine by me.

You're going out, she can't wear nothing!

I meant for when it was just me and her alone.

Oh but this is a first date don't you think you getting a little ahead of your self?

A guy can dream can't he?

I hope you're not saying any of this out loud without knowing.

"Yeah…" Grissom began but was cut short.

"Where are we going?" Sara inquired.

"That my dear is a surprise."

Oh My God, I love it when he calls me that.


Dear, it's so…oh you know…sweet

"He's sweet?!"

Oh My God did I just say that out load

Yes, well done genius.

"Who's sweet?" Grissom asked his face was priceless.

Crap! Oh, it's too late now, just tell him the truth.

"Um, you're sweet." She explained trying to contain her laughter.

"Oh." Grissom exclaimed, his cheeks burning from embarrassment.

"Come round and pick me up at 7.00 o'clock, Oh and do I need to be wearing anything fancy or just normal?" she asked still giggling slightly.

"That's what I meant before, it's a woman thing, and we like to know what to wear before we go out."

"Oh well…well just something pretty, not to eccentric but nice." He didn't quite know what to tell her to wear, and Sara knew that he was having a hard time.

I like him even more.


"OK then I'll be there at 7."

"Bye Griss."

"Goodbye Sara."