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The hot チョコレート warmed her as it slid down her throat, making her groan with pleasure. “Thanks,” she murmured over the steamy cup.
Grissom gave her a fleeting smile as he sat beside her. “Catherine is coming as soon as she wraps up her case.” He took a sip of his own beverage, wincing a little at its sweetness.
“Yeah, well, at least it happened here and not out in the desert with that decomp,” Sara said, gesturing around the little truckstop. While small and not up to her standards of cleanliness, it offered a welcome shelter from the desert’s cold.
After the Denali had puttered along to the crime scene, Grissom had mumbled something about getting the engine looked at when they got back to Vegas. On the way back, as if it had been insulted によって his words, the vehicle had simply quit on them.
After popping open the hood, neither scientist could discern what had caused the vehicle to stop. Both were thankful, however, for the little all-night ダイナー, 食堂 that was less than half a mile in the distance.
Grissom stared at her while she sipped her chocolate, marveling at the way her hair shined in the diner’s smoky light. Everything else seemed to dim around her face, making her seem ethereal. The image was broken as a drop of liquid ran down her chin and she quickly wiped at it with the back of her hand, making him grin.
Sara saw him smiling at her and gave a full-fledged grin back. This was nice. It had been a long time since they had simply enjoyed each other’s company. The ease with which they shared the bench was strange; she couldn’t remember a time when they’d been so comfortable with each other. She had missed it.
She looked down into the half-full cup, swishing it around a bit. “Hot チョコレート is my all-time seventh お気に入り guilty pleasure,” she finally revealed, taking another long sip.
He raised his eyebrows, intrigued. “Really? あなた have a 上, ページのトップへ ten 一覧 of guilty pleasures?”
She nodded. “Oh, yeah. I have 上, ページのトップへ ten lists for just about everything. 上, ページのトップへ ten movies, songs, episodes of Forensic Files...”
He gave a surprised laugh. “I would have never thought that あなた would be into rating things like that.”
She shrugged. “It’s mathematical. When あなた rate the positive and negative aspects, weigh them against each other, and place them into order, あなた can create your own equations with just about anything.”
He stared at her for a full minute. “You are a strange woman, Sara Sidle.”
She finished the last of her cup, nonplussed. “This coming from a man who races cockroaches and keeps a Big Mouth Billy ベース in his office.”
They shared a wry smile, then turned back to their beverages. After a few moments of companionable silence, he asked, “So what are the other nine items on your 一覧 of guilty pleasures?”
She shook her head. “Oh, we’re not even going there.”
He grinned at her. “Too risque?”
She shook her head. “Too personal.”
He swallowed, feeling the sting of that one. “What if I revealed one for each one あなた told me?”
She gaped at him. “Are あなた serious?”
He simply pursed his lips at her.
Ready for any opportunity that Gil Grissom would give on revealing personal information, Sara acquiesed. “Sure. But since I’ve already 発言しました one, あなた have to go first.”
He gave an exaggerated sigh as he thought for a moment. “Crossword puzzles.”
She rolled her eyes. “Everybody knows that! Besides, it’s not that much of a guilty pleasure.”
He stared at her. “TV themed crossword puzzles?”
Her jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious! But they’re so easy and so--so lame!”
“Lame? あなた mean Hawkeye Pierce and Sam Malone and Roseanne Conner are lame? Hardly. They’re classic American television,” He scoffed.
She continued to protest-- “Lame-o! Total lameness!”--until he threw his hands up and demanded, “All right, all right, your turn!”
She drew her tongue into her jaw, still smiling. Thinking for a few moments, she ducked her head and said, “I paint my toenails.”
“What?” Grissom gave loud objections just as she had to his admission. “Sara Sidle paints her toenails? The don’t mess with me feminist is into don’t mess up my nails femininity?”
She smacked him lightly on his arm. “Oh, get over it. I am a woman, あなた know.”
“I noticed,” he replied huskily, staring at her.
She swallowed. “So, it’s your turn.”
“I listen to Leo Sayer.”
She couldn’t believe this one. “Oh my God! あなた make me feel like dancing,” she mocked, giving a shimmy he wouldn’t forget for months.
“I play with play dough.”
He had somehow guessed this one. “Bet あなた eat it, too,” he joked.
Somehow, it had become a contest on who had the weirdest revelations.
“I ride rollercoasters!”
“I eat guacomole wraps!”
“I play Jeopardy!”
“Me too!”
“I watch Jack Nicholson movies!”
“I watch Meg Ryan movies!”
“I go to the body farm!”
“I go to wine vinyards!”
“I read bad crime novels!”
“I sing Bonnie Tyler on the way to crime scenes!”
He smiled, recalling how nice her voice sounded the few times he’d overheard.
“I go fishing!”
She could certainly see that--Grissom and his solitude, casting a reel with his forarms taught, his eyes twinkling behind a pair of shades.
“I visit animal shelters!”
No surprise there. He could see her going in every 日 off, cleaning out cages and walking dogs. The image of Sara scratching the head of a ragged little mutt 子犬 warmed his heart.
“I play the saxophone!”
“Really?” She smiled. “Think I could hear あなた play sometime?”
He looked down into his empty cup, suddenly shy. “Sure, if あなた want.”
The image of Grissom with his lips pressed against a saxophone, his hands molding over the shiny instrument, his face contorted into a reflection of his soul made her feel very warm. He turned and met her eyes.
“One left,” He 発言しました roughly, clearing his throat.
She swallowed, not wanting to voice the last on her list. He didn’t appear eager to share his last confession, either, but then, it was her turn.
She looked at her watch. “I wonder when Cath is going to get here?”
He appeared to be amused. “What, don’t want to share your number one guilty pleasure?”
She shook her head at him. “Number ten, Griss. At least, that’s what it’s been for the past year.”
It was his turn to gulp. “Tell me.”
She couldn’t get over how persistent he was being. “Forget it.”
“Sara,” he sang softly. “What is it?”
She shook her head, giving a nervous laugh. “Fantasizing,” she finally mumbled.
“What was that?”
She growled, “Fantasizing!”
His eyes bore into hers. “About what?”
She shook her head morosely. This was getting out of hand. Everything had been going so well!
“I only ask,” he murmured, “because that happens to be my number one.”
Her jaw dropped at his boldness. “About what?”
“You tell me and I’ll tell you.”
They stared at each other for an eternity before によって some cosmic internal connection they both exhaled, “You.”
He beamed at her, suddenly feeling free and light and good. She glowed back at him, and gave a little gasp when he took her hand and kissed it.
She blushed furiously as he continued to hold her hand. "Maybe I should rearrange my 上, ページのトップへ ten list."
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The hot チョコレート warmed her as it slid down her throat, making her groan with pleasure. “Thanks,” she murmured over the steamy cup.
Grissom gave her a fleeting smile as he sat beside her. “Catherine is coming as soon as she wraps up her case.” He took a sip of his own beverage, wincing a little at its sweetness.
“Yeah, well, at least it happened here and not out in the desert with that decomp,” Sara said, gesturing around the little truckstop. While small and not up to her standards of cleanliness, it offered a welcome shelter from the desert’s cold.
After the Denali had puttered along to the crime scene, Grissom had mumbled something about getting the engine looked at when they got back to Vegas. On the way back, as if it had been insulted によって his words, the vehicle had simply quit on them.
After popping open the hood, neither scientist could discern what had caused the vehicle to stop. Both were thankful, however, for the little all-night ダイナー, 食堂 that was less than half a mile in the distance.
Grissom stared at her while she sipped her chocolate, marveling at the way her hair shined in the diner’s smoky light. Everything else seemed to dim around her face, making her seem ethereal. The image was broken as a drop of liquid ran down her chin and she quickly wiped at it with the back of her hand, making him grin.
Sara saw him smiling at her and gave a full-fledged grin back. This was nice. It had been a long time since they had simply enjoyed each other’s company. The ease with which they shared the bench was strange; she couldn’t remember a time when they’d been so comfortable with each other. She had missed it.
She looked down into the half-full cup, swishing it around a bit. “Hot チョコレート is my all-time seventh お気に入り guilty pleasure,” she finally revealed, taking another long sip.
He raised his eyebrows, intrigued. “Really? あなた have a 上, ページのトップへ ten 一覧 of guilty pleasures?”
She nodded. “Oh, yeah. I have 上, ページのトップへ ten lists for just about everything. 上, ページのトップへ ten movies, songs, episodes of Forensic Files...”
He gave a surprised laugh. “I would have never thought that あなた would be into rating things like that.”
She shrugged. “It’s mathematical. When あなた rate the positive and negative aspects, weigh them against each other, and place them into order, あなた can create your own equations with just about anything.”
He stared at her for a full minute. “You are a strange woman, Sara Sidle.”
She finished the last of her cup, nonplussed. “This coming from a man who races cockroaches and keeps a Big Mouth Billy ベース in his office.”
They shared a wry smile, then turned back to their beverages. After a few moments of companionable silence, he asked, “So what are the other nine items on your 一覧 of guilty pleasures?”
She shook her head. “Oh, we’re not even going there.”
He grinned at her. “Too risque?”
She shook her head. “Too personal.”
He swallowed, feeling the sting of that one. “What if I revealed one for each one あなた told me?”
She gaped at him. “Are あなた serious?”
He simply pursed his lips at her.
Ready for any opportunity that Gil Grissom would give on revealing personal information, Sara acquiesed. “Sure. But since I’ve already 発言しました one, あなた have to go first.”
He gave an exaggerated sigh as he thought for a moment. “Crossword puzzles.”
She rolled her eyes. “Everybody knows that! Besides, it’s not that much of a guilty pleasure.”
He stared at her. “TV themed crossword puzzles?”
Her jaw dropped. “You can’t be serious! But they’re so easy and so--so lame!”
“Lame? あなた mean Hawkeye Pierce and Sam Malone and Roseanne Conner are lame? Hardly. They’re classic American television,” He scoffed.
She continued to protest-- “Lame-o! Total lameness!”--until he threw his hands up and demanded, “All right, all right, your turn!”
She drew her tongue into her jaw, still smiling. Thinking for a few moments, she ducked her head and said, “I paint my toenails.”
“What?” Grissom gave loud objections just as she had to his admission. “Sara Sidle paints her toenails? The don’t mess with me feminist is into don’t mess up my nails femininity?”
She smacked him lightly on his arm. “Oh, get over it. I am a woman, あなた know.”
“I noticed,” he replied huskily, staring at her.
She swallowed. “So, it’s your turn.”
“I listen to Leo Sayer.”
She couldn’t believe this one. “Oh my God! あなた make me feel like dancing,” she mocked, giving a shimmy he wouldn’t forget for months.
“I play with play dough.”
He had somehow guessed this one. “Bet あなた eat it, too,” he joked.
Somehow, it had become a contest on who had the weirdest revelations.
“I ride rollercoasters!”
“I eat guacomole wraps!”
“I play Jeopardy!”
“Me too!”
“I watch Jack Nicholson movies!”
“I watch Meg Ryan movies!”
“I go to the body farm!”
“I go to wine vinyards!”
“I read bad crime novels!”
“I sing Bonnie Tyler on the way to crime scenes!”
He smiled, recalling how nice her voice sounded the few times he’d overheard.
“I go fishing!”
She could certainly see that--Grissom and his solitude, casting a reel with his forarms taught, his eyes twinkling behind a pair of shades.
“I visit animal shelters!”
No surprise there. He could see her going in every 日 off, cleaning out cages and walking dogs. The image of Sara scratching the head of a ragged little mutt 子犬 warmed his heart.
“I play the saxophone!”
“Really?” She smiled. “Think I could hear あなた play sometime?”
He looked down into his empty cup, suddenly shy. “Sure, if あなた want.”
The image of Grissom with his lips pressed against a saxophone, his hands molding over the shiny instrument, his face contorted into a reflection of his soul made her feel very warm. He turned and met her eyes.
“One left,” He 発言しました roughly, clearing his throat.
She swallowed, not wanting to voice the last on her list. He didn’t appear eager to share his last confession, either, but then, it was her turn.
She looked at her watch. “I wonder when Cath is going to get here?”
He appeared to be amused. “What, don’t want to share your number one guilty pleasure?”
She shook her head at him. “Number ten, Griss. At least, that’s what it’s been for the past year.”
It was his turn to gulp. “Tell me.”
She couldn’t get over how persistent he was being. “Forget it.”
“Sara,” he sang softly. “What is it?”
She shook her head, giving a nervous laugh. “Fantasizing,” she finally mumbled.
“What was that?”
She growled, “Fantasizing!”
His eyes bore into hers. “About what?”
She shook her head morosely. This was getting out of hand. Everything had been going so well!
“I only ask,” he murmured, “because that happens to be my number one.”
Her jaw dropped at his boldness. “About what?”
“You tell me and I’ll tell you.”
They stared at each other for an eternity before によって some cosmic internal connection they both exhaled, “You.”
He beamed at her, suddenly feeling free and light and good. She glowed back at him, and gave a little gasp when he took her hand and kissed it.
She blushed furiously as he continued to hold her hand. "Maybe I should rearrange my 上, ページのトップへ ten list."
