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Indiscretions
Unbound improv challenge response. A tipsy friend does a bit of pushing. G/S.
Rating: PG-13; Published on 07/13/2005 - Reviews 0

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Disclaimer: These characters aren’t mine. Nothing funny about it. It’s sad actually.

Summary: Unbound improv challenge response. A tipsy friend does a bit of pushing. G/S.

A/N: Yet another challenge response, and yes, to my OWN lines. I’m a dork. Thanks Ann and Mossley for previewing.

“Any chance this is a drug-induced hallucination?” Sara blinked at the dance floor, certain her eyes were playing tricks on her.

“Alcohol doesn’t usually cause hallucinations,” Grissom said, staring in the same direction. “And I’ve only had one beer.”

“Maybe they’re the drunk ones,” Sara offered, moving a little closer to Grissom as they watched. Catherine and Warrick were dancing to a slow and thumping rhythm and blues song. They weren’t just dancing though; it looked more like they were having sex with their clothes on, right there in front of David’s friends and family.

“Does she not realize half the department is at this wedding?” she whispered, brushing Grissom’s shoulder with her own.

“It’s probably not on her mind at the moment.” He cleared his throat and turned back to the table. “It’s not polite to stare.”

“Tell that to the rest of the room.” Sara looked around. Every one was watching. Doc Robbins and his wife stared from a table on the other side of the room. Nick was dancing with his date, but his attention was clearly on the CSIs swaying next to him. David and his new bride were blushing at the head table, trying in vain to lower their eyes from the erotic display. Even Greg and his girlfriend kept looking in the direction of Catherine and Warrick.

The two seemed utterly oblivious, dancing close under the assistant director’s watchful eye. Ecklie stood in the corner, pursing his lips in disapproval, and Sara wondered for the third or fourth time this evening why David even invited him. David was nice to everyone, she decided.

“Did they come together?” Grissom asked, surprising her. He was never one to take an interest in office gossip.

“I don’t think so. I don’t know, actually. Neither of them brought a date…”

Sara thought for a moment, looking down at the table. She and Grissom didn’t bring dates either, and they spent most of the evening with each other, talking and sitting together, not that it meant anything. Besides, nobody was staring at them.

The song ended, and Catherine and Warrick sauntered over. Sara was busy talking to Warrick about the wedding, and Catherine plopped down next to Grissom. Reluctantly, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

“Just in case the open bar is impairing your judgment, you might want to tone down the…friendliness. Warrick’s technically your subordinate, and quite a few powers that be are present.”

Catherine rolled her eyes and set her jaw. “I’m aware of that, and since when are you worried about my political savvy?”

She’d clearly had a lot to drink, and Grissom stiffened a little in his seat. “Never mind,” he grumbled, but Catherine wasn’t finished.

She raised her voice, interrupting Sara and Warrick’s conversation. They turned and stared as she said, “Gil, sometimes living by other people’s rules can severely impede your personal life.”

Catherine and Gil locked eyes, and the moment went from awkward to just plain tense in nothing flat. “You of all people should know that,” she growled, tossing a deliberate gaze at Sara, whose mouth dropped suddenly. Then Catherine sauntered off, hand in hand with Warrick, who briefly looked back with a regretful expression.

Sara sighed, daydreaming about that spontaneous combustion theory.

“Sorry about that,” Grissom mumbled, looking as uncomfortable as he sounded.

“Don’t be.” Stupid drunk, Sara thought. “She’s…uh…”

“Absolutely right.”

She turned in shock. “What?”

Grissom only shrugged, conveying a hundred apologies, just with his eyes. “I haven’t handled my…personal life very well. In the past, anyway.”

“Oh.” Sara shifted nervously. Surely he wasn’t really going to get into this right now.

“I’ll have to work on that,” he said, struggling to hold her gaze.

Sara swallowed hard, staring at the table. “Really…”

“One step at a time, I guess.” Sara finally looked at him, and when she smiled, he gave an almost audible sigh of relief. “Well, I think I’ll call it a night.”

She nodded, knowing it was probably best for them to take a break from all this emotional bonding. “Uh-huh. ‘Night, Gris.”

“Good night, Sara.”

He left her sitting there at the table, but not before gently resting a hand on her shoulder, giving a subtle, ever so meaningful squeeze. It took her a few minutes to come down from the high of being touched by him—purposely. Sara stared off into space, wondering which one of them would be the first to pretend this never happened.

THE END.

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