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Chapter 2
"Sure, let's do it. But we're not going to tell anyone why we're taking the night off."
"Whatever you want," Grissom said smiling. “You want me to cook or have an actual chef to cook for you? You only deserve best," he said, with a blinking eye.
"Uhm... Why don't you cook? I'm curious if you're a good cook."
"You're wish is my command."
"What? I didn't even know you knew that sentence," she said laughing, and she drank a little from her wine.
“Well, I actually do, are you that surprised?”
Sara laughed, and finished her wine.
“Well, I’ve had a great time, thanks for taking me out, I think I needed it.”
“The pleasure was all mine,” he said smiling, “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Is 4 o’clock okay?”
“Sure, I’ll see you then,” and Sara hugged Grissom goodbye and walked away. Grissom stood there, watching Sara walking away.
Sara turned around at the door, and saw Grissom look at her. She smiled, and walked to her car. I actually think he likes me, she thought, and started smiling even more. She drove home, where she took a long shower. She watched some TV, but there wasn’t anything on she liked, so she took a book, and went reading in bed. When she got tired, she turned the lights off and went to sleep.
There she was, at another crime scene. A guy with black hair and glasses was lying on the floor. David turned around, and told Sara that he couldn’t believe it.
“What can’t you believe?”
“Well, if I didn’t know better than that he’s someone written about in books, he was actually lying on the floor,” and he turned around the body. It was a guy, around 17 years old, and he looked actually a lot like someone from a book.
She swallowed. “Do you have an ID already?”
“Yeah, and you can’t believe that either,” and he handed the passport over.
“What? You got to be kidding!”
“No, I don’t. It actually is Harry Potter.”
Her alarm rang, and angry she turned it off. She sat in her bed, thinking about her dream. Why would I dream this? It’s crazy! I shouldn’t read Harry Potter before I’m going to bed anymore. Then she came out of bed, and started making herself ready for the day.
After a while, it looked in Sara’s room as if a bomb exploded. There were clothes everywhere. Too sexy, too hot, too cold, and a million other reasons why she didn’t want to wear it on her date with Grissom. Jeez, normally I’m not like this, why am I doing this? She watched on the clock, and saw that it was already 3 o’clock. Okay, now I actually have to hurry. She picked something out of her closet, and it’s gonna have to do. She put some make up on her face, and just a second after she finished that, the doorbell rang.
“I’ll be down in a minute!”
