Title: Valid Weakness
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Still not mine…
A/N: This is my response to the weekly Improv Fic
Challenge.
“That’s some swarm of mice.” Greg cringed
as he diverted his eyes from the television screen.
“Bees are swarms…” Grissom
corrected quickly.
Greg stared at his supervisor.
“Who cares? It’s a shitload of
mice!”
Sara chuckled lightly as Greg shuddered.
“Don’t like mice?”
“Rodents. I don’t like
rodents.” He glared at the
brunette. “And stop laughing. It’s not funny, saliva-girl.”
“What?” Sara’s eyes widened as she
glanced quickly at Grissom.
“At least my…weakness…is a valid one.
It’s not like saliva can bite you…”
“Weakness? What…do you think
you’re a superhero or something?”
Greg shrugged his shoulders, a smug grin forming on his face. “Even Superman couldn’t handle kryptonite.”
Grissom bit his bottom lip as he listened to the inane argument that was
taking place.
Greg continued blabbering on. “I
bet even Grissom has a weakness.”
Sara huffed lightly. “Just because
people have fears…or weaknesses, as you like to call them…”
Greg interrupted her quickly. “Strong-willed
brunettes who aren’t immediately nauseated by his love for the creepy
crawlies…”
Sara’s eyes darkened. “Excuse me?”
Greg chuckled. “Grissom’s
weakness. The validity of which is still
higher than…spit.”
Sara’s face reddened as her mind raced to come up with a retort.
“Look…could you two please keep it down?”
Grissom hit the pause button on the remote. “This is important. And if you two are going to argue like a
couple of kids, you can find somewhere else to continue.”
Sara smacked Greg’s shoulder as she muttered a soft “Sorry, Griss…”
Grissom gave a curt nod and turned his eyes back to the television as he
hit play. He quickly scribbled a few
notes on the legal pad resting on the table.
Sara silently mouthed a threat to Greg. He smiled in return, obviously proud of
himself. Sara snarled at him as she
pushed her chair closer to Grissom.
Realizing she had moved, Grissom glanced at her quickly. Offering her a brief smile, he
inconspicuously placed his hand on her thigh underneath the table. He gently squeezed her leg as he refocused
his attention on the eating frenzy taking place on the small screen.
Greg groaned loudly as he watched the mice bite the corpse. “Could you at least tell me what the point of
this is?”
Grissom’s brief light mood ended as Greg spoke. He grumbled as he paused the video once
more. “This is essential to our case,
Greg. We have to establish how long the
body had been left with the mice. And
unless you feel like acquiring 300 mice and watching them dispose of a human
body, this is what we do.”
“Leave it to you to find a video of mice devouring a corpse.” Greg shook his head in disbelief.
“Actually, Sara located it.” He
gave her leg another squeeze, this time allowing his fingers to rub small circles
on her inner thigh. He glanced into her
eyes as a soft sigh escaped her lips.
She gave him a brief smile as her eyes darkened with the initial
stirrings of passion. She reached down and
placed her hand on top of his, effectively stopping his movement.
He cleared his throat softly and directed his eyes back to Greg. “Now, can we please get back to work?”
As he lifted the remote to restart the video, Catherine walked into the
room with a bag in her hand. Grissom
looked up at her, his eyebrow raised in a silent question.
“Sorry to interrupt, but I need Greg.”
“Thank God!” Greg jumped up and
practically ran to the woman. “What do
you need?”
Catherine took a step back as Greg rushed into her personal space. “What’s up with you?”
“He doesn’t like mice…” Grissom
growled as Sara chuckled.
“Uh-huh…” She shook her head in
confusion and held the bag towards Greg.
“Nick found some artichokes with an unknown substance on them at our crime
scene.”
Sara narrowed her eyes and leaned forward in her chair. “Artichokes?”
Catherine smirked as she shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t ask; I don’t know. The guy’s house was overrun with them.”
Grissom dropped his pen onto the legal pad. “Could we please get back to what
we’re doing? It’s not like we have an
indefinite period of time to process our evidence.”
Catherine stared at him, a slight grin forming on her face. “Someone needs sleep…”
Grissom removed his glasses and returned her stare. Sara shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Greg cleared his throat softly and opened the
bag he had taken from Catherine.
After a few moments, when no other words had been spoken, Grissom quickly
pressed play on the remote and focused his attention on the rodents. Unable to resist the temptation, no matter
how sick it made him, Greg looked at the screen just in time to see one
particularly frenzied mouse rip a chunk of flesh from the body.
“Shit!” He dropped the bag,
spilling the artichokes onto the floor.
“Greg! Out! Now!”
Grissom’s eyes filled with anger and annoyance as he stood up.
Sara successfully stifled her laughter as she fidgeted in her seat. Greg’s face turned a bright shade of crimson
as he ducked his head and fled the room.
Catherine sighed as she bagged the artichokes.
~ End