Open Lab

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*Sara is seated at her desk, grading various papers, reading trashy romance novels, drinking coffee and finishing some research.*

*If any students need to make up assignments, now would be a very good time to do so.*

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A book that breaks the laws of physics. *Rather matter-of-fact reply before she glances up.* How're you feeling today?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine," he quickly dismisses the question. "Which laws of physics? Gauss, Newton, Hooke...?"

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*She passes the book over, indicating one particular paragraph.* Correct me if I am wrong, but most humans do not bend that way. Nor do most have such...excellent...recovery times. *A smirk.*

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He grabs the book and purses his lips as he reads, "Oh no, actually that's possible. You just need to use something to support the legs."

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Most people don't possess joints in their shins, *she points out helpfully.*

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One eyebrow goes up, "Yeah, now that's just ridiculous. Is that supposed to be a modification of the Indrani position?"

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It is a sad, sad day when I can't enjoy a trashy novel without looking for the flaws. *Sigh, woe, alack, alas.*

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"I didn't know you read... erotica. I thought you found pornographic material to be distasteful if it wasn't from Antiquity," he says with a hint of humor.

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I find it distasteful if there is obvious coercion, or if the players involved aren't enjoying themselves, *she clarifies, face heating up.* But I am human, despite theories to the contrary, and enjoy erotica as much as the next person.

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He pauses for a moment, wondering how that one got away from him so quickly. "I didn't mean to imply... we just seemed to have different perspectives in the past...

He stutters a bit, uncomfortable and trying to swing the conversation back around, "You know, if you're interested in these type of books, you should check out this website (http://www.smartbitchestrashybooks.com/)," he says, scrawling the URL onto a scrap piece of paper and rising to approach her desk and hand it to her. He shrugs his shoulders, "Death at a convention a few years ago. Although I can't say I minded the research."

Don't dare me, that's evil because you know I can't refuse! :P

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Mwahahahaha.

*She raises an eyebrow at the URL.* I see--undoubtably, it will prove to be interesting reading.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"They even have an article about the male geek hero," he says in dry tone. "It's a very intelligent website."

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I have noticed that the most popular male characters in television, books, or movies seems to be the attractive, reclusive geek. Women everywhere long to have their dorktastic babies. *Is she serious? Anyone's guess.*

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"Unfortunately, television and film don't often mirror real life," he says, nostrils flared.

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Sometimes the two venues do. *Oblique, for Sara. She puts the book away.*

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"Yes, but in those cases the guy is supposed to get the girl in the end. In real life he ends up with a bug collection," he says, strangely smiling even though he seems to be sharing something personal.

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He might have the bug collection, but the girl is still hanging around. *Somewhat pointed look.* And I know for a fact that quite a few of the female, and male for that matter, students would love to get into our hypothetical geeky hero's pants.

*Funny how she can say this so calmly and keep from spilling her coffee.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"For now, anyway..." he looks a bit sad. "And I would have to dispute that notion completely. I happen to know that the geek hero usually freaks the students out, or annoys them with homework. There isn't really a sexual element to that equation." And I'm not even ON the smut tree!

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Yet. Heck, is there a link to the smut tree?

*She chuckles, sounding both resigned and amused.* How you underestimate yourself, Gil. Even now you...never mind.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

With my luck? ;) Here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh_ooc/188439.html)

"Even now I what?" Grissom says quietly.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Even now, despite...everything...you still make me breathless. *She looks away.*

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There's a faint ringing sound in Grissom's ears that might just be his brain exploding.

"Uhh... ummm... Sara," he fumbles in spectacular fashion. He stands in front of her desk still, even drumming his fingertips several times against it.

"Look... I... hmmm..."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

You asked. I answered. You don't have to say anything.

*She's still looking away.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Still flustered, he blurts out, "Have dinner with me."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Her head whips around at that, expression completely shocked.*

You...you're serious?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

To a passing stranger he may look calm, but his eyes are petrified. "Oh... oh, sorry. I must have misunderstood. I should go." He turns to grab his briefcase from where he left it next to the desk.

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No! No, that's not what I meant. Shit, we keep fucking this up. *She's flustered, but looking more in control.*

Yes, I would like to have dinner with you.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He looks back at her, and slowly smiles. "Good," he murmurs, before breaking out into a grin, "Just to be clear, I am asking you on a date. Food, wine, perhaps some flowering plant life..."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

That's...fine with me. *Slowly smiling herself.* Where did you want to go? What should I wear?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

His face quickly falls, "I... have no idea," he admits. "I'm already fucking this up, this must be some kind of world record." And you know the answer to that.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

If it were completely smooth sailing, given our record, I'd be suspicious. It's all right. *Thinks for a bit.* We could have dinner here, and go for a walk before it gets too late. This weekend, maybe?

It's too cold for the leather.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I have my treatment this weekend; I might not be up for a walk. I could cook, though, Sunday maybe?"

Stupid winter. I guess that also rules out a few other suggestions I had in mind.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Sounds good. And I'll come by and help wrap your arm. *Grinning--almost goofily.*

Oh come on, I'm not *that* easy.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"This was... a lot easier than I ever thought it would be," he notes in an almost clinical manner, lost in his own thoughts for a moment even though he still holds her gaze.

Crosses a few things off the mental list with a frown. *snerk*

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Aren't the best things supposed to be? *Her tone is steady, even if her mind is going what just happened?.*

Rewards come to those with patience.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Sara," he says seriously.

"I should probably go, class," he gestures to the door with his thumb. Both of them know his class doesn't meet for a little while, but he needs time to process.

Tease.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Enjoy your class. *Smiling and making herself stay seated.*

*Innocent*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Digging up his last little scrap of impulsive behavior for probably the next ten years, Grissom grabs his things and walks around her desk to stand next to her, leaning over and planting an awkward little kiss on her forehead. "Bye," he mutters as he turns tail and quickly exits.

As if

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Sara most emphatically does Not Squeal after he leaves. Nor does she touch her forehead wistfully.*

[ooc: Er, yay?]

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