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Unbound challenge response. It’s office chitchat in the break room. What could happen? G/S.
Rating: PG-13; Published on 06/19/2005 - Reviews 1

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Disclaimer: Eh, they’re on hiatus. That means they’re mine all summer to play with.

Summary: Unbound challenge response. It’s office chitchat in the break room. What could happen? G/S.

A/N: Thanks Ann and Marlou for the quick betas. Csipal is my hero for so many reasons. This goes out to Mossley who wouldn’t take no for an answer! Torturous lines. I struggled, I labored, I whined to my online friends. It was awful, I tell ya!

“The sex was incredible. I mean, she had to be double-jointed or something because I pulled muscles I didn’t know I—” Greg froze when Grissom entered the break room.

“Don’t stop on my account, Greg,” Grissom said while refilling his coffee cup. “You know we all live vicariously through your sex life.”

Sara snorted an unexpected laugh, while Sofia raised an eyebrow and said, “Speak for yourself, Grissom.”

Greg immediately cocked his head with interest. “Been holding out on us, Curtis?”

“I prefer not to kiss and tell. Makes life…messy.” With a teasing wink, she walked the last of her moo-shoo pork to the trash and then sauntered out the door, calling, “Hurry up, Sanders, I’m not waiting for you,” as she left.

“I think blondie has a story to tell,” Greg announced, waggling his eyebrows as he got up.

“You two get anywhere on your hit and run yet?” Grissom was all business, sipping his coffee as he took Greg’s vacated seat across from Sara.

“Definitely a ’97 Chevy van. Sofia’s crosschecking the DMV records now.”

“And what are you doing?” he asked pointedly, spurring Greg to flee the room.

They were left alone, in the break room. Sara and Gil—alone, for the first time since they’d come perilously close to consummating their relationship the evening before.

The tension was sweet and the moment terrifically charged as they sat opposite one another, looking positively professional and reserved. “So, living vicariously through Greg, huh?” Sara kept her voice low, tipping her head like she had asked him about the weather.

“For the time being, yeah,” he sighed, staring back with an equally focused stare. It was a mutual decision to slow things down last night, though he couldn’t quite recall right now why they came to that conclusion. His lip twitched, both in unexpected amusement and uneasy terror. Where they really talking about this in the break room at the lab?

“You’re awfully bold, whining about your lacking sex life to your subordinates with the woman you’re dating sitting right there.” She was almost whispering, and the enticing tease of her voice was…stimulating, to say the least.

“Nobody knows she’s the woman I’m dating,” he intoned softly. “Yet.”

Sara gave a subtle, silent nod, eying the door. “Well, I know.”

Grissom surreptitiously checked the door too, and then brushed his foot against hers, raising her pant leg a smidge and invoking a shiver. This was brazen behavior for Mr. Professional Detachment. So many interesting changes since they’d allowed their friendship to cautiously transform into an intimate relationship.

Sara’s face flushed, and she instantly smirked. She returned the footsie nudge and checked the door again. “Are you flirting with me?”

He grimaced and huffed an incredulous breath. “That would be inappropriate.”

Now she was grinning like a dork. “Terribly inappropriate. Especially now.” She shifted her hips a little and rested her elbows on the table, leaning across it a bit.

“Am I correct in assuming you’re…frustrated…by the lack of action in your personal relationship?”

For a second, he looked dumbfounded, and then solemn clarity seemed to settle on his face. With a tender, loving voice he said softly, “Sara, I would never pressure you to—”

“Because I didn’t want to stop last night,” she interrupted, stunning him.

Another glance at the door. Grissom was leaning forward a little now too. “Then why did you?”

“I thought you wanted to. I figured you needed time to adjust to—I don’t know. Stuff.” She was flustered and nervous and undeniably excited. They were sitting in the break room! Doing nothing but talking, but it sure felt like something more dangerous.

“I’m adjusted,” he declared adamantly. He was. Christ, it took him five years to adjust to his feelings for her. Making love to her now was a no-brainer.

“Okay.” She kind of shrugged and lowered her eyes, and Grissom second-guessed himself right into panic mode.

“Aren’t I?” he asked, with an uncharacteristically insecure squeak to his voice.

“Yes!” she laughed, reassuring him with a wide, beautiful smile. “If you say so.”

He smiled too, right there at the table in the break room. If anybody came in now, he’d be busted strictly by the goofy grin on his face.

“Want to come over later?” It was mumbled, but punctuated by a sexy, cocked eyebrow.

“Hell yeah!” she said, way too loudly, and he actually laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny?” Catherine asked, striding confidently into the room.

“Inside joke,” Grissom deadpanned, immediately shifting back into work mode. “What are you doing here so late?”

“Warrick and I finally got the surveillance video of the zoo break-in,” she said, tossing down some still photos from the scene and heading for the coffee pot.

“That’s your suspect?” Sara asked, perplexed by the top picture. She slid it over so Grissom could see.

“Yes. Animal rights activist,” Catherine grumbled, clearly irritated by the case. “Don’t ask.”

Grissom shook his head, still staring at it. “I have to. Why is he wearing a gorilla suit?”

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