Rating: M (For the boldness)
Pairing: GSR
Disclaimer: They’re not mine I’m just playing with them for a few minutes.
Summary: Grissom and Sara have crossed the friendship line, but how far across the line do they go?

A/N: Mucho thanks as ever to my beta and Friend Dee who used her clever head to fix my messy ups, and without whom I'd never publish a word. You rock even if you do spend your day killing mafia dudes. 
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“Touch me.” Her husky tone barely heard as he feasted on the soft flesh of her neck. “Please Gil, don’t stop.”

This wasn’t how this was supposed to happen. They were supposed to take things slowly and get to know each other again away from the lab. He wanted to rebuild their friendship and earn her trust again before they became... intimate, but here they were, a jumbled sweaty mess on his sofa; Sara beneath him panting and begging for more.

Their relationship had always been complicated; he knew he deserved most of the credit for that despite what Sara believed. Throughout the years she had always made it seem so easy to let go; but what she didn’t see, what Sara couldn’t possibly understand was just how dangerous she was, how young she looked through his eyes, and just how easy it would have been to fall in love with her.

It was after they had found Nick in the ground that his heart won out over his head. He was totally exhausted and emotionally drained, his body ached and his emotions were raw but the thought of going home to his empty town house left him feeling lost. He had felt broken, frightened, and desperately alone; it was when he was getting into his car to drive home that the solution hit him with fierce clarity.

He arrived at her apartment just as the hot Nevada sun broke over the horizon. Initially it had been awkward, to say the least; Sara seemed a little confused as to why he was there, it was only when he offered her his hand and asked if she could give an old fool a second chance that she realized what was happening; slipping her hand into his, she nodded wearing the most luminous smile.

That morning he opened up to her, they talked, really talked; sharing his feelings with her had been liberating. When he left that afternoon she had kissed him, it wasn’t the passionate feasting of mouths he had always imagined their first kiss to be; it was timid and chaste she was almost shy, her cheeks had coloured beautifully, her eyes danced as they met his; it filled him with a warmth he had never experienced, he felt lighter, happier than he had allowed himself to feel in a long time.

They had tried to date, but with the team being one short it meant extra shifts for everyone, even Ecklie had ignored the overtime sheets in Nick’s absence; so they had to settle for shared breakfasts and the odd lunch date hoping that they wouldn’t be joined by the others, which was rare. It was only when Nick returned that he could schedule them the same night off.
Asking her to dinner at his place had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Finding a restaurant on or off strip away from the prying eyes of the lab had proved to be more difficult than he anticipated mostly due to Catherine’s family connections, so having dinner at his place seemed like the obvious solution.

Earlier that evening
The high pitched chime of his doorbell made the nerves in his stomach roll over again, as he walked toward the door he caught his reflection in the hallway mirror. Still unhappy with how he looked he took in a deep breath and released it, accepting that this was as good as it was going to get . As he reached the door a second chime rung out loudly over head, he smiled at her impatience.

“Alright, keep your pants on.” He said chuckling as he opened the door to a beautiful and rather amused Sara Sidle.

“Absolutely, after all it’s really only our first official date.” Sara said as she brushed by him, her seductive tone and wicked smile playing havoc with his heart rate.

The hours passed easily, the food was delicious, well at least he thought so, the wine was excellent and warming and the company was as he knew it would be, perfectly lovely; he had rarely felt so relaxed and happy.

As the wine continued to flow their conversation changed from science and their taste in reading material to something else; something charged. He couldn’t quiet place when the mood changed but it felt like... it could almost be described as...foreplay.

Subtle flirting and double entendre soon passed for conversation, he knew he really shouldn’t have gently toyed with her fingers as he held her hand across the table; but then she really should have left her foot firmly on the floor instead of caressing his calf throughout dessert. Oddly he had still felt somewhat in control of the situation until she asked if he wanted to move over to his couch.

With an audible gulp he agreed and as he stood to follow her he couldn’t help but adjust his pants for comfort, his body’s growing interest in the situation was making his underwear more than a little constricting.

They sat on his couch for a moment or two, Grissom’s eyes nervously wandered around the room until eventually he settled his gaze upon her. Cupping her wine glass tightly, Sara cheeks flushed with colour under his stare.

“Sara” His voice was soft but firm. Looking up she met his eyes, they were darker than she’d ever seen them. “I’d like to kiss you, may I?” Her whole body visibly stiffened at his question; seeing her reaction he internally panicked.

“It's okay Sara, I don’t want to rush you.” he said trying to ease her discomfort. “We don’t have to...” Sara stilled his mouth with hers.

Her soft lips pecked at his gently at first, allowing him time to react and respond. He was a little shocked at her sudden proximity but the tease of her mouth soon replaced those feelings with something deeper... something primal.

He was lost in her mouth; she tasted like warmth, like life, like every luxury he had denied himself. He deepened the kiss pulling her toward him crushing her breasts against his broad chest, the sensation sending shivers through Sara’s lithe body. He snaked his hands into her soft curls, his senses overwhelmed with her, they began to push and pull against each other, his heavy frame winning out as he slowly lowered them down against the soft leather of his couch.

Sara was unaware of their new position, until she felt his weight upon her, pressing her into the cushions; she hummed her approval as he continued to devour her. Her hands began to explore his neck, shoulders and back, pulling him closer, only then did she feel just how much Grissom was enjoying their new found intimacy; her hips began slowly grinding against his now fully aroused body.

The sound of hungry mouths and low moans filled the silence of the town house; he hadn’t wanted to rush into anything too physical too quickly, but the way her body moved beneath his, the way her mouth licked and nipped at his, made it more difficult to pull back. He tried to slow things down; breaking the kiss was supposed to stop the rollercoaster that they were on but it only freed her mouth to start her verbal assault.

Present
“Touch me.” Her lust filled whispers were feeding every fantasy he had ever had about her. He felt hot, like his body was in a furnace and the temperature was continuously rising. “Please Gil, don’t stop.”

“Oh, God Sara” were his only words as he succumbed to his desire. He captured her lips once again, this time there was no holding back, he pushed his tongue into her mouth licking and biting. His hand skimmed down along her body, the soft material of her blouse giving no protection from the heat of his clever hands.

Sara was alive with different sensations; every look, every touch they had shared over the last few weeks filled her thoughts, as he discovered this new territory the weight of him pressed against her unlocked her deepest fantasies. Sara could feel her body react with wanton force as her arousal gushed between her thighs; his solid arousal now grinding against her moist centre she began to keen and moan into his mouth wordlessly pleading for him to give her release.

His hand, now with an intended destination, left its course along her arm and grazed the swell of her right breast. Both released a low moan as his fleeting touch teased the soft mound, her nipple tingled with anticipation and was now painfully erect, aching for his touch.

“Please...Please Gil.” She begged, breaking the dance of their mouth as she arched her back, presenting herself to him. Taking the hint his fingers closed around her breast, first testing the weight before kneading it firmly, his thumb and forefinger pinching the pebbled nipple. Sara moaned her approval as she arched higher, pushing her body more firmly against his grip.

He wanted more, her words of passion and lust filled the air, as her soft flesh teased him mercilessly, his own body hard and ready to fill her. He slipped his knee between her long legs sliding it higher until her reached her centre, raw lust flashed in Sara’s eyes as she felt his thick shaft against her inner thigh, she roughly pulled him closer her two legs locking his in a vice grip as she writhed and rolled her hips against his limb, the friction giving some relief from her aching need.

Grissom watched as the woman he knew changed before him, she was no longer his CSI, the dependable, intelligent, patient women that he knew; no this was a wild, hungry, lust filled temptress who he never in his wildest fantasies believed existed in Sara Sidle.

This Sara was making love to him with her mouth, she was clawing at his clothes, grinding her hot sex against his imprisoned knee, and when she covered his hands with her own over her breast and encouraged him to tighten his grip he almost lost it.

He pulled back and took in the undone woman beneath him, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were swollen around her utterly fuckable mouth, he tried to calm himself enough to say something, but it was only when he met her dark eyes, and saw the ocean of unshed tears welling in them that he wavered.

“Please don’t stop.” She whispered as she caressed the perfectly trimmed whiskers that covered his flushed cheek. “Please Gil, I need you.”

Slowly and with a gentility that belied the energy that crackled around them he captured her mouth again. Slipping his hand down along her torso he slowly pulled the soft material of her blouse from her pants, carefully he slid his hand beneath her top, the heat from his fingers turning her skin to goose flesh.

Sara threw her head back as his hand covered her breast once more. Gone was the frantic pace that had consumed them, gone was the desperate need for release, instead there was a reverence to the way he was touching her.

Sara’s whole body relaxed into the new pace, her legs fell open inviting his whole body between her thighs. He could feel the heat of her core against his fly as he settled against her, his body reacting with force. Slowly he began to roll his hips causing a myriad of delicious sensations that pushed all the right buttons. Sara’s release began to build, as did Grissom’s. She slipped her hand between their bodies her long fingers finding his substantial length easily.

Grissom moaned his approval as she stroked him through his pants.

“Jesus... Sara” He said in a choked whisper, as he bucked into her hand. A little desperation crept over him as he fumbled with the button on her pants once undone he pushed the fly apart, slipping his hand beneath the elastic on her panties he sighed as his digits discovered the nest of curls that dressed her apex. Sara moaned loudly as her musky scent filled the room. The anticipation of his touch alone nearly sent her over the edge.

Grissom ran his fingers through the damp curls to find her fully aroused and more than ready for him. He slipped his fingers down further parting the plump folds of her sex easily, slowly he slid two thick fingers into her molten core; Sara cried out as her body welcomed the intrusion.

He pumped into her slowly, trying not to think about the fact that her hands had found his zipper and had encased his hard flesh in her velvet grip. As she tightened her hold he slid his fingers free in search of her pearly button, finding the small bundle of nerves he began to trace small circles alternately swiping his fingers through her folds offering her own arousal as lubrication.

“Oh God, oh Gil... Yes that’s it, right there... don’t stop.” She keened into his mouth, her words spoken between kisses. Grissom didn’t dare to speak; he tried desperately to control his release from overtaking him. Her words pushing him closer and closer her husky voice like a second hand around his thick shaft. With two more swipes over her now white hot core, Sara bucked hard and cried out.

“Oh, Oh,Yeeesss...oh God”

Grissom followed her almost immediately grunting loudly into her neck as his body roughly pushed hard into her grip. They were both overwhelmingly hot and sticky. Both were panting and dizzy, though Sara was first to recover, her smile turning to a giggle as she took in the normally near perfectly groomed man before her. His hair was drenched with sweat and stuck to his head in tight curls, his shirt was creased and the first few buttons undone.

As he slowly recovered from his release he managed to pull himself off her slight frame, Sara’s heart stopped beating for a moment as his eyes locked with hers. Would he run away from her or stay. This was it, no going back, if he ran now she wouldn’t chase him, she had promised herself that much at least.

Grissom’s haze started to clear; he was overcome with all the different emotions that were flooding his muddled head. What happens now? He thought. Now that a line had been crossed what was she expecting?

Slowly he pulled himself into a sitting position a little embarrassed at his state and the mess he’d made on her pants. Sara watched him pull back and sat up.

“You okay?” she asked, her tone not that of the siren of a few moments ago but that of a woman afraid of the answer to her question. His heart sank lower than he’d ever felt. He had hoped she had learned to trust him, to trust that he wouldn’t hurt her deliberately but then he didn’t exactly have a good track record in that department. It was time to show her just how he felt. The time for hiding was gone, a line had been crossed and he realized that he honestly didn’t care; he wanted more, he wanted it all.

“Apart from a slightly sore back, I’ve never been better” He said as he pulled her toward him. “Now Miss Sidle if you have no objections, I think we both need a shower.” Sara’s eyebrow nearly reached her hairline.

“I have a guest bathroom if you’re shy but... after what just happened I think I’ll go out on a limb and say you’re not.” He said smiling to himself.

Sara punched him in the arm before standing up and turning to face him, giggling a little as she watched him nursing his arm. “That’s assault you know?” He said mockingly, “If that’s what happens when I say you’re shy I can only imagine what you’d do if I said you were bad in bed.” He said smiling. The mood had become playful once again and both of them relaxed into familiar territory.

“I think we both know I’ve never been the shy when it comes to you.” She said her voice was thick and velvety, as she backed away from him heading towards the hallway to his bedroom. “As for being bad in bed; I think we should gather the evidence before we pass judgement, don’t you?” she said as she slowly began undoing the buttons on her blouse. “I’ll do you if you do me.” She offered her eyes dancing with the same passion they had held when he touched her for the first time.

Sara giggled at the audible gulp that came from him. And with that she turned and disappeared down the narrow dark hallway. Grissom sat for a moment a little stunned, then from the corner of his eye he saw a flash of cream before her blouse hit him square in the face.

“Come on Gilbert, what are you afraid of?” Sara’s voice echoed down the hall.

“Not a thing.” He said in a happy whisper. He stood up on shaky legs and smiled to himself as he walked toward the bathroom the sound of running water, and the humming woman that was waiting for him made his heart lighter. On the way along the hallway he took out his phone and left it on the hall table and as each button on his shirt slipped free, he repeated himself with determination.

“Not a damn thing.”

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Keeping the Faith!
Poppie x x x.

OMG!!! I'm going to die!!! I can't believe it. I'm so there!!

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Keeping the Faith!
Poppie x x x.

Author: Poppie_lee

Pairing: GSR of course!

Rating: M for the boldness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sara Sidle or Gilbert Grissom, I know this… really. I am just pushing them together and making kissy noises for fun.

Summary: Grissom has finally made his move, now it’s time for Sara to make hers.

A/N: This is a birthday pressy for my buddy CR1. You’re such a wonderful person and a real friend. I hope you have a great day and aren’t too tired from the crazy Yucky Weekend! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE!!!! Also as ever big hugs to Dee my Beta without whom none of this would have made any sense.

GSRGSRGSRGSRGSRGSRGSRGSRGSRGSRGSRGSRGSRGSR
They stood facing each other outside the open doorway of her apartment; the tension was palpable as Sara’s offer still hung in the air.

It had been such a wonderful evening, the location had been carefully chosen, a small but elegant restaurant in a quiet location away from the garish atmosphere of the strip; not too far out of town in case they were called in, but far enough away from any prying eyes.

Grissom had changed his shirt three times before he left his house, and for the whole car journey to pick her up, he obsessed about whether or not he had done the right thing.

Sara had been ready for over an hour, not surprisingly she hadn’t slept very well, her mind continuously replaying the events that had led to what for her was either going to be the start of something that she had fantasized about for years, or a complete disaster; either way she would know in a couple of hours.

Her stomach flipped over again as she checked her appearance for the hundredth time. “Calm down Sara, its just dinner.” She took in a deep calming breath and straightened herself up. “You can do this.” She said to her reflection, not believing a word.

Despite all efforts to take his time Grissom arrived at her building twenty minutes early. He could see the light from her window and wondered if she was ready. He sat in his car conflicted, should he just go up now or wait the twenty minutes? Maybe he should call to say he was early. That thought was still fresh in his mind when his cell phone sprang to life, his heart sank; there was only one reason his phone would be ringing at this time of the evening on his night off.

Grissom pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and looked at the screen fully expecting to see Jim’s number. Instead it was Sara’s name flashing on the small device. “Oh God, she’s changed her mind.” He thought as he took in a steadying breath and pressed the accept button. “Grissom.”

Sara had seen his car pull up; although she had done her best to keep calm she had been pacing between the mirror and the window for the previous half hour, her nerves making it impossible to concentrate on anything of real value. She watched the vehicle for a few minutes but began to panic when he didn‘t get out. “He’s changed his mind.” She thought.

They had been slowly rebuilding their friendship, and had started sharing the odd breakfast together without the others. The first time they both had the same night off their breakfast had lasted past lunch time; they were so lost in discussion that if she hadn’t yawned, she was sure they would have spent the whole day in together. After that Sara noticed that whenever possible Grissom would schedule them the same night off.

That morning she had shown up at his office after shift as usual, but Ecklie had called a surprise meeting and regretfully he had to turn her down. Disappointed, Sara had turned to leave when he called after her and asked if she had made plans for dinner. So here she was waiting to go on their first real dinner date and there he was sitting outside, panicking.

“Maybe he’s having second thoughts.” Inwardly her heart sank at the thought, but then a surge of anger rushed through her. Sara immediately reached for her cell; she was not going to let pre date nerves get the better of him.

“Hey” Sara said, hoping she sounded a lot calmer than she felt.

“Sara, hey; how… how are you? Grissom said mentally slapping himself for sounding so muddled.

“I’m good, I’m great actually, um… should I just come down to you or do you want to come up or…um” Sara was practically cringing with every word.

Grissom then realized that she had seen him sitting outside and he felt like an idiot. “Whatever makes you comfortable, I can come up if you want.” He fumbled the words out trying to quell his embarrassment.

“No!” Sara said a little too loudly. “I mean it‘s okay I’ll save you the trip I’ll be right down okay. Uh… bye” she said, before hanging up. After one last check in the mirror Sara locked her door and made her way to the elevator willing her heart to slow down and her cheeks to return to their normal color. Grissom leapt out of his car and headed towards her building feeling a little foolish.

He had just reached the lobby when a high-pitched bell announced her arrival, as the heavy doors of the elevator slid open Grissom took a deep breath. Sara stepped out from the small space and was a little surprised when she met his eyes. “Oh…Hey” she said. He looked so different and yet the same. He was wearing his fitted black pants, a black shirt and his leather jacket. He looked as he always did except for the way he was looking at her. His dark eyes held something she had only ever seen for fleeting moments when she had caught him looking at her in the lab or at a crime scene.

“You didn’t have to come in you know.” Sara said, her words carrying a slight tremble under the weight of his stare.

“It’s the least I could do after sitting outside like some sort of stalker.” He said, with a playful grin teasing his mouth. His eyes drifted over her body taking in her appearance. Sara had let her hair dry naturally, the loose curls framed her face beautifully; a look he instantly decided he preferred. She was wearing a pair of dark pants that hugged the small curve of her ass perfectly; her blouse was a deep cream color that he was sure in the right light would be practically see through. The soft flesh of his arousal twitched and stirred at the thought of what lay beneath the delicate material.

“You look very nice.” He said, a hint of embarrassment touching his cheeks.

“Thanks, you look great too.” Sara said, as she nervously toyed with the strap of her purse.

“Shall we?” Grissom said as he raised his hand and tilted his head toward the doorway. Sara nodded her approval and let him lead them toward the exit and the unknown.

The night passed quickly and despite their initial nerves they soon settled into their natural rhythm, finding comfort in familiar subjects. Although their conversation began as normal with the latest crime scene they were working on and their opinions on the latest theories and advances in forensic science, they soon moved onto other subjects, books, poetry and even their first meeting at the Forensic Academy conference so long ago.

Of course there was that slightly awkward conversation about the first time she asked him out to dinner but it passed quickly when Grissom explained the reasons behind his refusal, he was a little more than relieved when Sara accepted his apology and agreed with him that it hadn’t been the right time for either of them to become involved.

Everything had been going so wonderfully well that when they pulled up outside her apartment they were still lost in conversation; it was obvious that neither wanted the evening to end. For the first time in a long time Sara felt as though she was talking with her friend again rather than her boss. It wasn’t particularly late and as they were both off she thought why not?

“Do you want to come up?” Sara said, undoing her seat belt.

“Are you sure you’re not tired?” He said undoing his own belt, a small smile playing across his lips.

“No, not at all and this way I can show you that paper I was talking about at dinner.” Sara said as she opened the car door. She stood on the pavement and waited for him to lock the car. As he walked around the front of his Mercedes to join her he couldn’t help but notice how the light evening breeze had caught the material of her blouse forcing it against her body, the cool air teasing her nipples into hard peaks.

Not for the first time that night he was reminded of just how easily she could tempt him. He tried desperately to ignore the jolt of arousal that shot through him but the way she was looking at him now made it very hard for him not to allow his feelings to overtake him.

It really wasn’t until they reached the door of her apartment that Grissom began to really panic. What happens now? He thought. Should he really be going in to her apartment? Perhaps they were moving too fast.

Sara was fishing in her purse for her keys saying how much she had enjoyed her latest Christmas present from him. Playfully saying that if he was trying to train her in entomology so she could babysit his bugs the next time he had a conference out of town, he could think again. His lack of rebuttal made her look at him; she immediately saw the panic in his eyes. She watched for a moment as he tried to formulate an excuse.

“Sara maybe this isn’t such a good…”

Her lips were warm and soft as she stilled his mouth. The kiss was chaste and over just as suddenly as it began. When she pulled back she hesitantly met his eyes, he looked stunned.

“There.” She said with an air of confidence toying with the collar of his jacket. “That’s the hard part out of the way, right?” Sara said as she stepped back, her cheeks flushed with color; the tremble in her voice giving her away.

He smiled as he watched her go into overdrive, classic over talking Sara Sidle. “I mean the goodnight kiss is always awkward, right? So now that it’s out of the way, we have nothing to worry about; we can relax and just enjoy the rest of the evening.” She was avoiding his eyes as she began to search in her small bag once more.

Grissom’s lips were still tingling from her soft kiss, the sweet taste of her lip gloss mixed with the unique taste of her was his final undoing, and he could no longer deny the attraction between them.

“Got ‘em.” She said holding up a bunch of keys still avoiding his eyes. “I promise I won’t attack you or anything.” She said a little playfully. “Well not again.” Sara said as her door swung open. “So… you want to come in?” For a split second Sara thought he was going to bolt but a small boyish grin lifted one side of his mouth. “After you?”

A moment of awkward silence filled the room as they stood in her small apartment. “Make yourself comfortable.” Sara said as she headed toward the kitchen. “I’m just going to make some tea, can I get you anything?” She asked as she filled the kettle.

“Tea’s fine, thank you.” Grissom said. He began to wander around the small space; he stopped at her bookshelf scanning her books for anything he recognized. It soon became clear that they shared the same taste in a lot of reading material. He glanced over; watching for a moment as she nervously busied herself in the kitchen. Then he had an idea to help break the tension that had settled over them. He scanned the shelves once more, looking out for one book in particular. When he couldn’t find it he smiled and called out to her to the kitchen.

“Are you using it as a door stop or a paper weight?” He asked as he walked over to her couch and sat down wearing a smug grin.

“What?” Sara asked in confusion as she filled the cups with boiling water.

“The book I gave you for Christmas, doorstop or paper weight?” He asked again, his grin growing into a full smile.

Noticing his smugness Sara smiled, she knew what he was trying to do and she returned his grin “Actually, it’s on my night stand, in the bedroom.” she said as she walked toward him carrying two steaming mugs. “You want to see it?” she asked as she reached him. The double meaning of her question quickly wiped the grin from his face. A little shocked, his mouth hung open as he tried to formulate an answer that would excuse him from meaning anything sexual. Sara laughed hard.

“Relax Grissom, I’m kidding.”

He closed his mouth and watched still wide-eyed as she sat down on the sofa beside him. Are you’re enjoying making me feel uncomfortable?” Grissom asked as he recovered, sporting a mock hurt expression.

“Oh come on Grissom, you deserved that, besides you didn’t look that uncomfortable.” she said pursing her lips and enjoying the easiness of their flirting.

“Well, maybe not in here.” He said playfully, referring to her advances in the hallway earlier.

“Oh, really.” She said meeting his mischievous gaze. “Because, as a scientist; I’d have to disagree with your findings.” She said her eyes challenging his. “In fact I’d go as far as to say you enjoyed it.”

“Really” He said his boyish grin making his deep blue eyes dance. Not to be out done he continued. “Well technically, if we‘re talking scientifically; I’d say it was over before I could fully react, therefore the experiment was incomplete; so that would make any conclusions you reached invalid.”

Sara couldn’t believe what was happening, Gilbert Grissom was actually trying to be smooth as well as being a total nerd. “Well I guess we will have to accept that we have reached different conclusions.” Sara said playfully although both could feel the mood between them become charged. Sara’s eyes locked with his, not wanting to push him she would let him make the next move.

“I suppose we could in the interest of clarification conduct another experiment to prove your findings.” he said, leaning forward taking the mug from her grip and placing it on the small coffee table.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to do anything that as you’ve pointed out makes you uncomfortable.” By now Sara was giddy with anticipation.

“Well I suppose in the interest of science I could make an exception in this case.” Grissom said as he lifted his hand and cupped her face.

He leaned forward slowly and captured her mouth, the kiss was soft and chaste at first, he could feel her whole body tremble; his other hand snaked its way into her soft curls easing his body closer, still deepening the kiss.

Sara released a low needy moan of approval as his tongue duelled with hers, his teeth nipping gently on her bottom lip before his tongue once again forced its way into her welcoming mouth. The slow languid kisses became a feasting of mouths, more passionate as they continued their exploration, each losing a little more control with each breath.

Sara’s hands slid up over his chest and around his neck pulling him against her. The force of his weight pushed them down against the soft leather of her couch. The sensation of her long lithe body crushed against his sent a surge of arousal around his body, his hardening shaft already starting to strain against the material of his dress pants.

Grissom was now practically lying on top of her, his mouth devouring hers. Sara’s hands drifted over his shoulders and back; clawing and pulling him closer. He was aware that he was losing control of himself and the situation and tried desperately to hold back; he slipped his leg in between hers to create some leverage so he could lift himself off her small frame but the move only made it harder to stop as Sara began to grind against his thigh.

Sara was lost in wave after wave of passion; years of fantasies and desire sent surges of raw need through her body pooling at her core. She ached for his touch, when she felt his leg slip between hers she wantonly pulled him closer the delicious friction of her sex writhing against his thigh creating some relief from her aching need.

Grissom could feel the heat of her centre against him even through the fabric of their clothing; he could tell she was aroused beyond measure, the damp heat of her core seeping into the material of his pants.

He pulled back breaking the kiss, leaving them both panting for air and each other. Looking into her dark eyes he was amazed to see his own passion reflected in them; he leaned in once more slowly licking his way along her jaw line fully intending to pull back and slow things down, but Sara’s mouth was free to mirror his action and she devoured his neck, licking and biting down on the soft flesh enjoying the friction of his beard as it brushed against her soft skin.

“Oh God, Gris… I want you...” Sara pleaded into his ear, her hot breath causing him to moan with satisfaction. Grissom’s now rock hard flesh was pressed firmly against her hip and he could barely contain the primal need to grind against her.

Sara slipped her hand downward over his firm behind and squeezed it roughly, enjoying the feel of the firm mound as she continued to mutter and whisper what he was doing to her, how much she wanted him, where she wanted him to touch her. He had never imagined for a second the normally reserved Sara would be so vocal when it came to intimacy. Her words were making it harder and harder to stop.

He could barely control himself as he found her mouth again; he had to stop her talking, he had to stop that hot mouth that was telling him to touch her, to feel what he was doing to her. Grissom’s fingers itched to give in to her demands; to slip his hand under the soft material of her blouse and touch her, taste her, give her the release she craved.

Lost in her mouth and before he could stop her, Sara’s hand had slipped between their bodies and was now touching his aching shaft, squeezing and stroking him through his pants; he involuntarily ground into her hand the restraint that he fought to retain all night was lost, and he let himself go letting his passion take him.

His hands pulled at the fabric of her blouse, freeing it from her pants he roughly pushed it upwards, his hand quickly finding the soft flesh of her breast. The soft lace of her bra was easily pushed aside allowing him access to her pebbled nipple. He let his fingers circle the tight nub before squeezing it hard mimicking how his mouth would tease her.

Sara almost lost it when his hand touched her for the first time; his eyes were almost black as he kneaded the taut flesh. Slowly he moved his hand lower, downward along her stomach; and lower still finding the button on her pants. Now it was his turn, he licked his way to her ear.

“Are you wet for me Sara?” He asked as he let his arousal grind against her hand. His fingers making short work the button of her pants, he pulled open the soft fabric and slid his hands under the elastic of the lace beneath them. “How wet are you?” He asked again, tormenting her with his slow kisses as his fingers slid lower.

“Oh Yes! I’m wet, I’m so fucking wet for you. Please don’t stop!” She pleaded as she writhed uncontrollably beneath his heavy frame.

Grissom let one thick finger swipe one, twice over her folds before slipping the digit into her snug passage, before pulling back and forcing it in again.

“Yes, oh yes.” Sara said in a guttural whisper. “More, please harder.”

He could feel his own release coil in his gut as his balls, gathered tightly under his thick hard shaft. Sara hands weren’t idle and she lowered his fly and slipped her long fingers into his pants taking the hard velvet weight of his dick in her hand, stroking him slowly.

Grissom’s eyes slammed shut as he felt her grip his engorged cock and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He pulled his finger free from her molten core and adding another finger he pushed open her plump folds to reveal the fleshy pearl of her clit. Sara moaned and begged him, pleaded with him to fuck her. He pressed into her folds once more this time pushing two fingers deep inside her his palm rubbing against the tiny button of her core.
“Oh god… yeah right there don’t stop… so close.” Sara yelled as her grip on his cock tightened and her stroke became faster.

“Sara I’m going to… please” Grissom’s voice was barely heard as Sara fell over the edge.
“YES… oh Gillll” Sara’s voice seemed a million miles away as his orgasm took him. He stiffened against her body and his hot white pearls of ecstasy draped her hand. He collapsed against her out of breath, his heart pounding in his chest; her body seemed boneless as his sweaty brow lay between her breasts.

Sara was still tingling with pleasure as her own release began to fade leaving only a feeling of warmth. After a moment he pulled himself up and met her eyes. They were filled with unshed tears.

“Sara, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to” Sara’s fingers covered his mouth to quieten him.
“I’m not upset, I’m happy; do you know how long I‘ve wanted this?” Sara said as a lone tear slid down her cheek. “That was… awesome.” was all she could say as she stretched beneath him, her smile luminous. They lay together for a little while each coming to terms with the new status of their relationship. Not sleeping earlier was catching up with Sara as she stifled a yawn.

He stood up and went to the bathroom returning a few moments later offering her a damp towel. Sara cleaned herself up a little and sat up.

“You’re tired, maybe I should go?” Grissom said totally unsure as to what he should do now, after sharing such intimacy should he offer to stay? Did she want him to stay? Did he want to stay?

“I am a little tired.” Sara admitted still smiling from ear to ear.

“Uh… you can… I mean only if you want to… we don’t have to do any…” Sara released a frustrated sigh; this was supposed to get easier after what they had just shared.
“May I stay?” Grissom asked, seeing the worry in her eyes.

“Yes, I’d like that.” she said standing up and taking his hand.

As she led him down the short hallway to her bedroom he felt a rush of contentment he wasn’t expecting. Yes they were in dangerous territory, yes, he was scared out of his mind of what they were doing but he knew now there was nothing he wanted more than to wake up beside her.

Author: Poppie_lee

Pairing: GSR Of Course.

Rating: M (For the Boldness)

Prompt: Tingling & A public Place

Disclaimer: They are not mine. I’m just playing with them for a while.

Summary: Grissom returns from his sabbatical, surprising Sara in more ways than one. Okay I’m crap at summaries; it’s the one with some shower boldness.

A/N: As ever mucho thanks go to my fab Beta Dee! Also known as the Grammar police. Thanks for fixing my messy ups. You rock!




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The warm enticing scent of honey filled the air of the hot steamy shower room in the Las Vegas Crime lab. Sara took in a deep cleansing breath, inhaling the light calming fragrance; hoping it would help ease her racing mind. Her body tingled as her soap filled hands roamed over her soft flesh. He was really back!

The shock of seeing him so unexpectedly in the corridor had left her feeling a little dazed. His departure had, truth be told, hurt her deeply; perhaps more than she cared to admit; even to herself. She hadn’t been included in his decision to leave and although she ultimately understood his reasons for going, he had kept his true feelings from her and that hurt.

Sara had spent the last four weeks burying herself in work. Her overtime, for the first time in months was off the chart; although Catherine was too busy dealing with Keppler to notice. Even the guys seemed to be distracted by the new addition. Sara tried to distance herself from getting too involved with him. She already had enough to deal with and although she couldn’t say why; she didn’t completely trust him.

When she wasn’t working she would try to keep busy, she would walk Hank, order take out most days and try to sleep; but always in the back of her mind she wondered what was going to happen when he got back.

She had pictured many times over the course of the last four weeks what she would say, how she would look, even what she was going to wear when she saw him for the first time. The one thing she did know was that she would be prepared for what ever he was going to say. The problem was that never, when she played out each possible scenario in her head was she in a filthy jumpsuit, smelling like a garbage dump and looking like a startled bunny.

It also never occurred to her how her body would react to having him so close again. How seeing him in the flesh and taking in his clean masculine scent would ignite such a rush of emotion; compelling her heart to leap into her throat, her breath to quicken and a particular ache that she had suppressed for weeks to reawaken; sending a familiar buzz between her thighs, soaking her panties with her musky perfume. Sara willed the feelings away as she had done many times and continued with the task of washing the local garbage dump from her body.

When she had finished she turned off the flow of hot water and reached for her towel. After drying off she stepped out of the shower into the outer room of her cubicle. She was reaching for her clean underwear when there was a knock on the changing room door.

Sara let out a small yelp of fright at the sudden intrusion. “This one’s occupied.” Sara said, annoyed and willing her heart to return to a normal pace. The knocking came again, this time followed by a whisper.

“Sara it’s me, let me in.” Grissom’s voice was barely audible.

She froze, “Was he insane? Someone might see him.”

“Grissom?” she said, in an equally low but panicked whisper.

“Yeah, it’s me, open the door.” His words a little louder this time. Sara grabbed her towel. Wrapping it around her body she slid back the lock and pulled open the heavy door using it to shield her exposed appearance.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sara asked, a little shocked as she held on tightly to the top of her towel while he stepped in. He didn’t even try to hide his boyish grin as he closed the door, sliding the bolt into place.

“I decided I couldn’t wait until later.” His eyes travelled the length of her long form with the same salacious, predatory look he had given her in the corridor.

As much she wanted to deny him any sort of assurance that they could pick up where they had left off, she couldn’t help but be affected by the way he was looking at her. He took a step toward her and as before she nervously backed away until she hit the cool tiled wall. Grissom noticed her apprehension and stopped.

“I just wanted to… to make sure you were okay.” He said, nervously glancing at the door; unsure of himself and a little thrown by her reception.

“Don’t you mean, if we’re okay?” Sara said confidently, slightly enjoying his discomfort.

Grissom met her dark eyes; the spark of anger they held unnerved him. He understood his leaving had hurt her, he foolishly thought that his return would simply ease the tension that it had created.

Telling her he was leaving had been difficult and uncomfortable. He thought she had taken his news well. Deep down he knew Sara had put on a brave face when she told him he should go. However telling her he was leaving the next day had caused the light in her eyes to dim a little. They made love for most of the day although if he was honest something in the way she reacted to his touch told him she had already begun to pull away; perhaps an unconscious act of self preservation.

“I‘m sorry I shouldn‘t have… I‘ll go” Grissom said, uncomfortably tugging at his ear before reaching for the lock on the door. Sara watched a tint of color bite his cheeks under the new heavy growth of hair and couldn’t help herself; she reached out and let her hands caress the flushed skin. In that moment their eyes met and four weeks of need surfaced in an instant, the electricity crackled around them.

Neither could say which of them closed the gap first. Their bodies crashed together in a lust filled frenzy. Grissom was overwhelmed with a need to touch her. He knew that after spending so long apart their coming together would be explosive he just didn't realize how primal and uncontrolled he would feel.

He broke off the kiss, which left them both panting with a need for air and each other. He slid his arms around her waist and forced her backward until she collided with the tiled surface of the wall. A little shocked by his lack of control she searched his eyes; realizing his goal, she panicked.

“Gil, we can’t, not here; someone might…“ Grissom’s mouth stilled hers in a hard savage kiss. The wiry hair of his long beard brushed across the soft skin of her face. Pulling back from her swollen mouth, Grissom’s lips began to map a course along her jaw line. Sara released a stifled moan of approval as his hot mouth made contact with her neck; an almost painful knot of arousal coiled fiercely in her belly; her core tingling with anticipation. Sara blindly reached toward the shower, and a second later the small room filled with the crashing sound of running water.

He continued downward, nibbling, kissing and licking a path over the exposed soft flesh of her neck and bare shoulder, only to return to her mouth; once again drowning in the sweet taste of her. Sara’s body was overwhelmed with need. She began to pull franticly at his shirt, untucking it from his pants.

Following her lead his hands skimmed upward over her torso searching for the overlap of her towel. He slid his fingers under the rough material and peeled back the heavy white cotton revealing her gloriously naked form. Sara took in a deep breath as the cool air of the room teased her warm skin to gooseflesh.

He released a sigh as he took in her young firm body for the first time in a month. He lowered his head, and with a gentility belying his passion, he tasted the soft skin in the valley of her firm breasts. Tilting his head he managed to capture the pink flesh of her left nipple, biting down hard then soothing the erect nub with his tongue. Lifting his hands to her breasts, he cupped each firm mound kneading gently, enjoying her sighs as his fingers grazed her hard nipple.

Sara cried out uncontrollably as his mouth switched to her other breast, her husky moan echoing around the walls of the small room. Sara tried in vain to touch him but he forcibly stopped her. Reaching down he captured her wrists and pinned them against the tiled surface, the look in his eyes telling her to keep them there. Slowly he slid his hands down the length of her taunting body, his destination clear. Sara surrendered her body and watched as he lowered himself down to his knees, preparing to feast on her sweet hot centre.

He kissed his way along her supple thigh taking in her musky perfume, as his hot breath teased her glistening pussy. Leaning forward he gently ran his tongue beneath the soft nest of dark curls that covered her cleft. Sara bucked as Grissom's mouth lapped and suckled at the small hard pearl of her clitoris, his hands grasping her hips roughly, holding her firmly against his face.

”Jesus… OH GOD!!” Sara moaned as he toyed and teased her core.

“Please… Gil…. Oh... Don’t stop… close…Oh yeah.” She was lost in the ecstasy as her pussy throbbed with pleasure. Sara felt her release coil tightly in her belly, every nerve teetering on the edge. Without warning he slipped two thick digits into her snug passage. It sent her over the precipice of release into a raging orgasm, her body contracting and pulsing with exquisite pleasure.

“”Oh…Oh GOD… Gil!”

Grissom, feeling her body clamp tightly around his fingers, slowly raised himself upward, nipping her nipple as he passed. Sara was still lost in the ecstasy of her release. He continued to slowly pump her core; her juices coating his fingers as the remnants of her orgasm began to fade.

“You okay?” he asked, as he licked the taste of her arousal from his lips.

“Yeah, I… I’m…ahhh" Sara could barely formulate a coherent sentence; her body still lost in bliss.

“What’s this, Sara Sidle speechless?” Grissom said, chuckling as he lifted his hand to remove a stray hair from her face. As he leaned in, Sara could smell the musky scent of her own body on him, and a primal urge over took her. She claimed his mouth roughly, sucking and licking, tasting her sex on his lips. With his whole body flush against hers, Sara could tell just how aroused he was, his large erection grinding against her centre.

“Is this what you want Sara?” He asked, taunting her between kisses, increasing the pressure of his movements.

“Yes" Sara whispered almost panting “I want you.” He stilled her mouth with his own, as their erotic dance began again. With their mouths locked in a sensual duel, Sara’s long fingers franticly tugged at his belt. Popping the button of his pants, she roughly pulled his fly apart and with no finesse she pushed the waistline of his pants and underwear downward over his round firm ass; then lifting her leg around his hip she roughly pulled him hard against her moist opening.

Slipping one hand between them she captured the engorged head of his cock, and began to stroke his silky hardness with confidence; a drop of pre cum lubricating the rigid flesh. “Now.” Sara panted desperately against his ear. Her voice was like another hand around his dick, tightly pumping him; pushing him closer to the edge.

“Oh Jesus… Sara.” Grissom's voice was deep and wanton.

He slid his hands under the swell of her pert ass, lifting her up, crushing her hard against the tiles. Their eyes locked and without words Sara guided his large throbbing flesh into her tight molten core.

He was buried to the hilt in one hard stroke, pausing only for a moment to allow her body time to readjust to his length. The sensation of them being joined again was overwhelming for them both. Tears welled in Sara’s eyes. The falling water drowned out their passion filled whispers as Grissom began to fuck her.

”Did you miss me Sara …did you?” Grissom’s words said in a low desperate whisper as he pounded into her again and again. Sara could feel her climax building.

”Oh Gil… Oh yes…Harder… oh shit don‘t stop” Her equally low voice pleading with him as her long legs locked tightly around his waist, her hands grasping at the hook that held her clothes.

“I won’t … God you’re so fucking tight…Jesus.” Grissom couldn't stop himself slamming into her harder and harder, pushing her into the tiled wall again and again, as his climax threatened to take him.

“Come for me Sara.” Grissom pleaded as he pounded her “Show me how much you missed me.” His words pushed her body to the edge; her juices coating his balls as their bodies franticly moved against each other.

”Yes… So close… so close… Don’t stop” She begged. Grabbing a fist full of his hair she clung to him, clawing at the skin of his back.

“OH GOD! OH… OH! GILLLL.”

Grissom barely heard her cry of ecstasy; his own need enveloping him. With his head buried in the crook of her neck he continued to fuck her hard, his own need driving him on. It was the sensation of her body as it clamped tightly around his hard flesh bathing him in her release that allowed him to let go. With a low guttural moan he spilled his seed inside her; a climatic convulsion of release washing over him before collapsing against her lithe form.

“Sara… Oh…Sara… "Grissom’s words were barely heard as he spoke, his head still buried in her neck. He held onto her so tightly, Sara wrapped her arms around him and breathlessly kissed his sweaty temple.

After a few moments he pulled back. Sara’s legs felt like jelly as she lowered them to the floor, her centre still humming with pleasure. He cupped her face in his hands, his piercing blue eyes locked with hers, searching, almost pleading with her.

She offered him an honest smile, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

“I’m glad you're back.” She said, before leaning in to take his mouth again. Grissom was just about to deepen the kiss when the main door to the shower room opened; startling them both.

“Hey, Sara you still in here?” Greg’s voice echoed loudly around the walls of the room.

“Yeah… I’m almost done. Give me a couple of minutes, okay?” Sara asked, hoping the tremble in her voice would be hidden by the running water.

“You need a hand washing your back?” He said, putting on his most seductive voice. Grissom clenched his jaw in annoyance at the young CSI and his overly familiar conduct.

“Greg!” She said warning him.



“Oh unclench I’m kidding. Cath said you might need a hand with your 419 from the dump.” He said whilst checking his appearance in a nearby mirror.

“Great, you could go over to trace. I left some samples with Wendy, you could see if she has anything. I’ll meet you there. Okay?” She said her pitch changing as Grissom’s hand began to skim over her breast, worrying her nipple with his thumb.

“With Wendy, Cool, I’m there.” He said excitedly, as he left the shower room.

“Will you stop that?” Sara said, brushing Grissom’s hand away and grabbing the towel from the floor. “Now get the hell out of here before some one else comes in.” He smiled as he watched her try to dress.

“Can I see you later?” He asked, closing his pants and adjusting his shirt, still a little unsure even after what they had just shared.

“Didn’t you already ask me that?” She said playfully as she continued to dress.

“I just wanted you to be sure that this is what you want, that… I‘m what you want.” His eyes were nervously fixed on hers.

“Look Gil.” She paused for a moment to find the right words. “I have always wanted this. I just need to know what this is.” She said. The fear in her eyes touched his heart. Grissom nodded in agreement. She had every right to look afraid.

The old Grissom would have panicked at a question like that. He would have run away, distancing himself from her, pushing her away; but not now. His time away had given him a new clarity not only in his career but in his life. Above all else he had missed her. He had spent so much time afraid of losing the happiness they shared together that he forgot to just be happy. He smiled a full smile letting the emotion of the realization fill his eyes. “We’ll talk, I promise.” He whispered as he leaned in to capture her mouth. He hugged her tightly and had just begun to deepen the kiss when Sara pushed him back.

“Out. Now.” She said pointing to the door whilst trying to suppress the giddy smile that threatened her.

“I’m going.’ He said chuckling. He slid back the lock and pulled open the door and checking the room was empty, he gave her a quick peck on the lips and left the small space.

“Oh, you may need to check with trace yourself about those samples.” He said as he walked toward the main door. “Greg will be tied up all afternoon at the dump, collecting some more samples for your case.”

“Oh come on give him a break, he was just kidding around.” She said feeling a little sorry for the young CSI.

“No Sara, Greg has to learn that he can’t talk to a female member of my staff that way, its grounds for a Sexual harassment suit.” He explained in his most authorative tone. “Especially, when it’s my girlfriend.” He added as he slipped out the main door.



Sara closed the door and leaned against the wood. Chuckling at poor Greg’s misfortune. Then a rush giddiness flooded her heart.

“Girlfriend” She whispered into the empty room. They still had to talk but she had seen something different in his eyes. His admission of their relationship being more that just a casual affair gave her hope that maybe giving him the time he needed had finally brought him home to her.

Hi all
I just thought you'd like to know. The latest Irish version of the TV guide the "RTE Guide" did a big article on CSI and Billy leaving the show. It also had some quotes from by Marg and Jorja. Here's what Jorja said.

"He was my Fiance and I just dumped him quick and hard with a letter. Although I didn't say I don't want to be engaged to you anymore I just said I gotta go! There will definitly be Sara and Grissom stories throughout all of this for sure. And it continues to be one of my favourite parts of the show- love lives and the little bit of romance lives and at the end of the day there is a light there in the midst of all this darkness."

Where the hell was that quote a couple of months ago when we all were left wondering what was going to happen. Any way I know it's old news but I thought I'd share it anyway.

Still keeping the faith Alive!!

Poppie x x x.

Hi guys has anyone here seen this really old clip of Jorja on a sitcom
called "Nineteen" it's so funny and she looks so young. Head on over
to JFO and check it out.

http://jorjafox.net/


Still keeping the Faith alive.


poppie x x x.

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I wrote this in answer to a post on one of my friends boards but as I read it I thought my ramblings should be shared with everyone.


I had never shipped before CSI. I loved the X files and Star Trek (TNG) but never knew that the world of Shipping or fan fiction existed.

Then I found YTDAW and Grissaratalk, and Geekfiction since then I have loved all the time I've spent reading and writing on these boards. I have been lucky enough to have made some really great friends and my best friend Dare one has been my beta and sound board for everything for the last couple of years.

I'm sad to think that CSI for me is soon to come to an end and what has been such a big part of my life for the last 7 years will cease to be. I think the tension and fighting on the boards is just everyone feeling the same way.

We all want our happy ending and because TPTB have a reputation for not delivering. Even when we got our little snippets of GSR they would mess it up with an odd Grissom quote or a LH epi following it. So that plus the fact that they can't put it right next week if they do get it wrong means that we are all on edge, and upset that we have waited nine years for this and they might screw it up.

I hope I can watch the last episode and feel completely happy when the credits roll, I thrust WP and JF to be true to their characters and I thrust in the fact that TPTB know if they end it badly they will loose 60% of their audience so as Jorja said when she was leaving. Keep the Faith! so thats what I'll do until it's over.

I know Billy is going back to the stage but we also know he'll be popping in and out of CSI and I'm sure we will all be in a frenzy when he's due to appear just to hear someone ask, How's Mrs Grissom? or Hows the new mom doing? Of course there might be a movie somewhere along the line too which I'm sure will bring us back to the boards.

I do take solace in the fact that Jorja is looking for something new so hopefully she'll be back on our screens again soon and who knows maybe we'll get someone new to write our fan fiction about.(Yes I'm a fangirl.)


Keeping the Faith!

Poppie x x x.
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Author: Poppie_lee
Pairing: GSR/ Sara and other.
Rating: M
Prompt: Birch Beer, Boiled Lobster,Cheetos.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but fun to play with.
Summary: Sara receives a gift from her past and it awakens more than memories.

A/N: As ever thanks must go to the clever one Dee my talented beta. You Rock slapper!!!.





Sara had just returned from a crime scene and was settling down to lunch with Grissom when her pager went off. She glanced at the small screen “Contact the LV Crime Lab Reception.” Choosing to ignore the intrusion Sara took her seat beside Grissom and offered him an apple
.
“That might be important you know?” Grissom said taking the ripe fruit from her grasp.

“It can’t be that important or you’d know about it.” She said offering him a stifled grin. “I'm sure it’s just Hodges” She continued. “ He probably has the results from that trick roll at the Monaco.” She said peeling the lid from her yogurt. Sara was lifting the first spoon of the creamy dessert to her mouth when her pager sprang to life once more. Sighing in defeat she lifted the small device and read the screen.

Contact the lab Reception A.S.A.P.

“That’s weird.” Sara said frowning at the message.

“What is it?” Grissom asked looking up from his crossword.

“It’s Judy; I just passed her. What could have happened in five minutes that requires me A.S.A.P?” She asked showing him the message.

“Well you won’t know until you go and find out.” Grissom said offering her a playful grin.

“Fine. But if this is Hodges you’re going to have to deal with the mood I’ll be in when I get back.” she said as she stood up and walked toward the door of the break room.

“I’ll look forward to it.” Grissom replied giving her a sultry smile. Sara matched his grin as she headed toward reception. Grissom chuckled a little as he watched her go; enjoying the subtle sway of her firm behind as she walked away.

He had just finished his apple when Sara reappeared with a package. “I had to sign for it personally; it’s apparently top secret what ever it is.” Sara said as she sat the parcel down on the table.

Grissom was now intrigued and studied the package. “Maybe it’s from the F.B.I.” Don’t they require a signature from the lead CSI in charge of the case?“ He asked leaning in to read the label.

“No, I don’t think so. I mean I haven‘t sent anything to the feds.” Sara said. As she looked at the return address. “It’s from a publishing house in San Francisco.” Sara said a little surprised as she began to pull at the packaging.

“Do you know any authors?” Grissom asked as he joined her on her side of the table his curiosity peeking through.

“One or two.” Sara said smiling as the last of the paper fell open.

Sara gasped as she stared at the book before her. It had on its cover a picture of someone she hadn’t seen in over ten years. “Oh my god, Adam.” Sara said as she lowered herself into her chair.

Grissom picked up the book and studied the picture of the young man. He guessed the man was around Sara’s age. He was good looking with a mop of blonde curls and bright Green eyes. Grissom quickly read over the synopsis of the book clearing his throat trying to expel the jealous thoughts that were filling his head.

“Adam Crowe.” Grissom pondered the name for a moment and then continued “Isn’t he the author of that the book of poetry you gave me for Christmas the first year we met? Why would he be sending you his Autobiography?” Grissom asked as casually as his jealousy would let him.

“He is a poet, quite a good one in fact.” Sara stuttered out averting Grissom‘s eyes. Feeling his stare she continued “I lived with Adam at my last foster home. We came from a similar back round.” She said staring at the volume in Grissom’s hand lost in a memory.

“We… em… we were friends.” Sara finished, a hint of embarrassment colouring her cheeks. As Grissom nodded and flipped open the book a small sheet of paper fell from between it‘s pages. Sara bent down and picked up the paper. She knew the hand writing instantly.


Dear Sara,

I’m guessing if you’re reading this you are a little surprised to be hearing from me. It must be over ten years since we’ve even talked. I know I just disappeared on you and I’m really sorry but you see I got a letter from my Dad. He was dying in prison and wanted to see me. I know you understand when I say it was the hardest decision I ever had to make.

I really tried to but I couldn’t forgive him. When he eventually died I started to feel like a ticking time bomb. You know that feeling of being so full of crap that you’ll explode. I couldn’t move forward and I couldn’t go back, I was living in limbo.

Then I got a phone call from my publisher asking me if I had decided to start writing again. It’s funny but it was your words echoing in my head that made me take this journey. Do you remember mom’s memorial service? You told me that our past is only baggage if we choose to carry it. You were right as always Brainiac. You sounded just like Mom, she would have been so proud of you.

It took me six years and a lot of therapy but I started to write again and what you’re holding now is the result. I wanted you to be one of the first to have a copy. It’s being published and goes into full print in about a month. I will be in Vegas when the press tour kicks off, if your still speaking to me I’d love to see you. I hope you know how much you have changed my life Sara Sidle.

Your’s forever,
Adam.


Sara was a little shocked but a smile found her lips.” He did it.” Sara said as a swell of pride overtook her. Tears welled in her dark eyes as she hugged the book close.

“Hey, are you okay?” Grissom asked as he sat down beside her.

“Yeah…Yes I’m fine” She said shaking her tears away and swallowing the lump that had lodged in her throat.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Grissom asked handing her the book.

“Maybe later.” Sara said taking his hand a gently squeezing it. Such a small gesture for many would be insignificant but for him it was a reassuring sign that she was honestly okay. He watched her closely as she began to tidy the table, folding the packaging from her parcel he noticed that she saved the return address label. He was slightly bothered by the fact that she may want to get in contact with the much younger, good looking author of this book that shared her past with her so intimately; until Sara met his eyes.

“Adam was there for me when I had no one else.” She said

Grissom understood Sara’s reluctance to discuss her past with him and even though she would refer to it sometimes in conversations he knew deep down he would probably never know everything that had happened. He smiled as he watched her settle into the couch in the corner of the break room. Sara tucked her feet under her and took in a breath as she opened the book flipping through the chapters looking for a particular time in Adams life.


Sara Sidle hadn’t had a normal childhood, after her mother had been sentenced to life in prison Sara went through a period of readjustment to the world. Her normality was shown to be the worst kind of lie and for Sara the blame fell squarely on the shoulders of her mother. She had spent years hating her mother. Blaming her for every failure in her own life. Until she met Adam.

His home growing up had been a mirror of Sara’s, the only difference unlike Sara he often took the brunt of his fathers abuse. It came to an end when his father in one of his drunken rages pushed his mother down the stairs killing her instantly. Adam had been in the house like Sara, and had sat with the body of his mother all night. It was only when a friend of his mothers called that the police were notified and he was placed in the care of child services.

He had suffered such a horrific ordeal that he needed over a year of counseling before he could be placed in a foster home. He didn’t settle well and was quickly moved on to another home and then another it took him three years before he found Annie.



Chapter 10
“Finding a home”


Annie Crowe was to all that knew her a wonderful human being, she had been unable to have children of her own and after she lost her husband in a tragic car accident she found herself with a big house and a need to make a difference.

Annie had been a foster mother for 20 years and had over 15 fosters in that time; most of which were children who had grown up in abusive homes or had been the subject of sexual abuse. Annie’s view was that these children didn’t need a mother, they already had that; no what she offered was safety. A place they could live without fear; a place were they could begin to heal. Giving them the support and freedom to find their way in their new future. Annie took the children that the rest of the world wanted to forget.


When I came to stay with her I was abusive and rebellious like a lot of children who had grown up in an abusive home. Annie helped me through the pain and gave me the support and security I needed to deal with my past. As the years passed many other children passed through Annie Crowe’s doors but I stayed with her finding safety and my first real experience of a loving home. We became very close, so close in fact that Annie asked if I would like to stay with her indefinitely and help with the younger children like me that had never settled anywhere. I was so happy that I accepted without hesitation. Annie adopted me as her son.

It was one bright sunny afternoon in June that child services arrived with a young girl. I had been studying in my room when I heard Annie’s familiar welcoming tone.

“Hello there, well aren’t you tall.” Annie’s voice echoed up the stairwell. “Well come on in and let’s have a chat”.

Although it had been a couple of years I could always tell when a newbie was due. Annie would be a little on edge, she would get a call, and then a visit from the child services people. They would bring the file of who ever was coming. Annie would sit and read it back to back and then there was the inevitable shopping trip. She used to make me go with her when I was younger but I had just turned seventeen I could pretty much take care of myself.

I knew this one would be a girl. Annie had bought some new bed linen and painted the room bright yellow. I also noticed that she hadn’t bought her usual welcoming teddy bear or doll instead she had placed a book beside the bed, so I guessed this one wasn’t young. I guess I was happy enough to have another person in the house I knew Annie had missed the company.

It had just been the two of us for so long since Annie had retired as a foster mother she was getting on in years and she wasn’t up to having young children running around the house. In the first few months of her retirement she used to joke with me that hopefully people had finally realized how precious children were and that she wouldn’t needed anymore. Deep down we both knew that would never happen but it was nice to pretend for a while.

I didn’t want to interfere with Annie’s welcoming process I knew only too well how important the first meeting was. I remember with deep shame my first day here, I was so scared and angry that I lashed out at her. I still felt the pang of regret even after what must be a thousand apologies.

I stood up and walked to my door and peeked out. I could hear Annie’s voice, her gentle tone and soft manner told me that the newbie wasn’t saying much. That tone always had a way of making you to talk to her even if you didn’t want to. She had long since become an expert at coaxing out what ever was bothering me.

Leaning further over the rail I caught a glimpse of her. She was sitting sideways on a chair near the door her whole body looked stiff as a board. She was very thin and had a mop of brown curls that covered most of her face, her head hung downward and she held tightly onto a brown paper bag that was resting on her lap like it was the most precious thing in the world. She looked about fourteen or fifteen I couldn’t really tell. She was certainly older than the others Annie usually took in.

I heard the child services agent call her Sara and watched on as Annie knelt down in front of the scared young girl. I watched for a little while longer as Annie took the girls hand and asked if she wanted to stay for a while. The young girl shrugged her shoulders and gripped her bag tighter pulling it close to her chest. I began to feel like an intruder so I walked back into my room and continued with my homework. I knew I would meet her soon enough.

A couple of hours later I heard a soft knock on my door. I took a deep breath and called out for them to come in. I braced himself for the inevitable introduction to the new house guest. The door opened and Annie stepped in alone. “Adam I’d like you to meet Sara she’s going to be staying with us for a little while.”

I looked toward the doorway, when she didn’t appear I stood up and walked to over to where Annie stood. Sara stood out in the middle of the hallway; I was surprised at the fact that she was nearly as tall as me. Her hair was now pulled back into a pony tail and her eyes where the first thing I noticed. Deep dark brown pools that were filled with so much sadness and fear I knew then why Annie had chosen to open her doors once again. This girl needed her.

The first couple of weeks we barely saw each other. Sara was in a grade lower than me, we would pass each other in the hallways between classes nodding recognition but that was all. During this time a number of Sara’s teachers had approached me remarking on how bright and willing to learn Sara was. I was happy for Annie that the Sara was settling in well; it wasn’t until I was coming out of school a few weeks later that I found out things weren’t going well for Sara at all.

I had noticed her sitting on the grass writing in her journal, she was always writing in that thing. It was like a comfort blanket, it was one of the few things Sara brought with her when she moved in. I watched as some girls from Sara’s class walked over toward her. At first I thought they were her friends but it soon became apparent that they were anything but.

“So, you’re the latest freak living with Annie do good.” Said the tallest girl in the group.

“I guess we have to be nice to her, after all her parents don‘t want her.” A smaller girl said while the others laughed. “You look like a stick insect; doesn’t Annie do good feed you? Here eat up.” The girl continued, as the other girls laughed

I watched in horror as the young girl took out the remnants of her lunch and threw it at Sara. Before she could reach for something else to throw Sara was on her feet and lunged toward her. I broke into a sprint and pushed through the crowd that had gathered. Sara was sitting on top of the now screaming girl and was punching her in the face. “I’m not the freak, you are.” Sara said as she punched.

I lifted Sara off the sobbing girl and dragged her away before any of the faculty saw what was happening. “Are you nuts? I said as I pulled her down the street.

“Do you want to get expelled? You know if that happens you’ll end up back at the group home?” I wasn’t angry as much as I was worried for Annie and the trouble this would cause.

“What do you care?” Sara snapped. “It’s not like you even like me.” She said as she stormed off ahead of me. I was struck dumb for a second but caught up with her quickly, grabbing her arm I turned her around so she was facing me.

“Why do you think I don’t like you? “ I asked meeting her dark eyes and for the second time since I met her. I saw that same fear, tears had welled in her eyes and her lips were quivering. “Just leave me alone.” Sara said pulling her arm free as tears began to stream down her face. I managed to catch up with her again this time I kept up my pace with hers.

“You got a pretty good right hook, I doubt Sophie will ever try that again.” I said trying to cheer her up and change the subject.

After a few more steps I caught Sara glance sideways at me. “Do you think she’ll tell?” Sara asked I knew she didn’t want to go back to the group home. I think she liked Annie and probably felt safe for the first time since her mother was convicted.

“No, I reckon she’ll be too scared you’ll tell on her.” I said I could hear the fear in her question. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure she knows to keep her mouth shut.” I continued as we walked on and for the first time since I met her I saw Sara smile.

As the weeks past Sara and I became closer. If I was doing anything more than likely I had Sara in tow. Peas in a pod Annie started to call us. We would walk home together every day, she would help me with my homework and I would make her laugh. Sara had opened up a lot more with Annie too, confiding in her; revealing more and more glimpses of her traumatic past. We talked about her going to college and what the future held; it became very obvious to everyone that knew her that Sara was special.

It was Sara’s Seventeenth Birthday and Annie had made a special dinner for her, Boiled lobster with a garlic butter sauce and a beautiful Birthday cake. Annie stood up and made a toast in honor of her remarkable progress in the eight months she had been with us. We all cheered as our fizzing glasses of Birch beer (Annie’s favorite) clinked together. Sara walked over and hugged Annie tighter than I’d ever seen her being hugged before. Annie started to cry and so did Sara. At this point I rolled his eyes and muttered under my breath about girls and hormones. It was then that Sara walked to where I was sitting and gave me a peck on the lips.

“Thanks, loser.” Sara said as she pulled back, her eyes dancing with true happiness. I was a little shocked but in that moment something happened. It was like a haze had cleared and I was seeing her for the first time. I watched a little stunned as she walked away to help Annie clear the plates. Later that night as always we crawled out my bedroom window onto the back porch roof and lay back watching the stars.

“What’s up with you loser? You’ve been quiet since dinner.” Sara asked me as she tucked her hands under her to cushion her head.

“Have I?” Was my response.

“Okay now I know something is up” Sara said sitting up beside me. “I just called you loser and you did say anything. What‘s up?” Sara said nudging my shoulder with hers.

“Why did you kiss me?” I asked feeling my face turning a bright shade of red.

“What?” Sara said more to do with shock than a lack of hearing the question I‘m sure.

“At dinner, why did you kiss me?” I asked again this time with a little more confidence.

“To say thank you, for… the cake and… the gifts.” She stuttered out as her own cheeks began to flush.

“Is that all?” I asked looking straight at her.

“Yeah!” Sara said a little louder than necessary. “Well, I guess so. I mean I’m sorry if I upset you or made you feel weird or anything I won’t do it again.” Sara said her voice wavering. I knew she would never have kissed me she thought it would cause a problem between us.

“I won’t do it again.” She repeated starting to turn to crawl back into the house.

“What if I wanted you to do it again?” I said unable to look at her my heart was beating so fast in my chest.

“What?” Said a stunned Sara.

“Will you keep your voice down Brainiac, Annie will hear you.” I said.

She returned to my side and met my gaze. “Do you want me to do it again?” Sara asked the noise from her belly told me her nerves were obviously playing havoc with her dinner. I looked down at my lap and smiled as I reached over to take her hand.

“I think I do.” I said honestly as I leaned in toward her. The kiss was quick and gentle. Sara’s smile was luminous. I leaned in again. This time I opened my mouth encouraging Sara to do the same. Every fibre of my being was tingling, parts of my body were awakening for the first time and I loved every new feeling that coursed through me.

The next morning at the breakfast table Annie knew something had changed. We weren’t calling each other names. We weren’t fighting over who’s turn it was to empty the dishwasher, we were just smiling at each other. Annie glanced from Sara to me hoping I’m sure that it wasn’t what she thought it was.

A few weeks later I turned eighteen. Annie let me have a few friends over for a party to celebrate. I had a great time, once everyone left Sara told Annie to go to bed that we would clean up. I huffed a bit but in truth I was happy to be alone with her. I had just finished picking out the last of the cheetos that had made their way into the fish tank thanks to my Jason my friend when I felt Sara’s arms wrap around my waist.

“Come on, I want to give you your present.” Sara said as she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. I watched as Sara took a small box out from under her pillow and handed it to me. I smiled and tore at the packaging until it revealed my gift. My heart sped up and I could practically hear the blood pulse through my veins. My eyes locked with hers.

“Sara, are you sure?” I said my voice was trembling as I spoke.

“Yes.” She said I would never forget her next words or where they would take me.

“I love you Adam. Make love to me.” Sara said as she took the condom from the small box.


Sara kissed me full on the lips, her heart beat so hard in her chest I could feel it against mine. We had talked about making love a couple of times but had agreed that we should wait until we were both ready and as nervous as I felt I knew Sara was the one. I leaned into her and pushed us down onto her bed, Sara’s nerves started to show; as I continued to kiss her I felt her body tremble beneath me. I told her that if she wanted to stop, we could.

“No.” Sara said with a determined tone. “I want this. I want to be with you. I love you Adam.” Her voice was trembling with emotion.

I smiled as I gazed into her worried eyes. “I love you too, braniac” I said smiling as I lowered my head and captured her mouth once more.


214.


Sara stopped reading the book a glanced sideways at Grissom who was lost in his crossword. She didn’t have to read on to remember what happened that night as the memories flooded her head.

Sara had never let anyone touch her intimately before Adam. The furthest she had ever gotten was an open mouthed kiss with Michael O Neil a boy in her old school. She hadn’t liked it very much and he told everyone that she kissed wrong. It wasn’t long after that day that Sara’s mother changed her life forever.


That’s what made sharing this with Adam so special. He had always been different, he talked to her about books and poetry, and they had spent hours lying on the roof of Annie’s back porch gazing at the night sky. He would tell her all about the stars and she would listen taking in every word. Adam made her feel special and beautiful she didn't even mind when he nicknamed her brainiac. When he smiled at her she knew he wasn’t trying to take anything from her; he just wanted to be with her.

Adam’s hand had found the bottom of Sara’s sweater and very slowly pushed his hand under the fabric. Sara let out a nervous giggle as he snaked his hand up to her small breast. Adam’s arousal was pressing against her thigh as he found the taught mound.

“Is this okay?” He asked between kisses as he clumsily pushed and pulled the flesh in his hand.

“Um… Yeah,” Sara said not really sure what she should be feeling. But now her voice had become breathy. A torrent of new feelings coursed it way around her body pooling between her legs. She had never felt anything like it but she was sure she wanted more.

Adam in his immaturity and lack of experience began to grind against her leg. Sara didn’t know why but she wanted him to touch her where she ached. She leaned into his ear and whispered.

“You can touch me down there if you want to.” Sara said shyly as she met his eyes. A very audible gulp came from deep within his throat as he released her breast and ran his hand downward along her stomach. He reached for her skirt’s hem and slid his hand upward feeling the heat grow as his hand reached higher and higher.

Sara let out a moan as his slender fingers cupped her sex for the first time. Unsure what to do, Sara let him take control. Adam began to move his hand against her sex, pressing against the damp cotton under his palm. She gasped as he pushed her panties aside and rubbed his finger along her now moist opening.

“Oh God” Sara called out, surprised at her loss of control.

Her outburst spurred Adam on and he slipped a finger inside her. Her body was white hot against his skin, and so tight he was unsure if he should continue.

“Oh Yes, Oh Adam.” Sara’s voice trembling as she encouraged him to continue.

Adam began to pump his finger into her with more force adding another finger pushing her tight walls further apart. Sara legs fell open as her worked her body her hips began to move of their own accord. She was so lost in the emotions that were racking her body that she barely noticed as he slipped between her young thighs. He knelt up and using his free hand he opened his pants releasing his hard flesh.

Sara let out a low moan when he removed his hand from her sex; he smiled at her as he slipped her panties down her long legs. It was only then she noticed he was on display for her to see. Sara felt an embarrassed flush engulf her cheeks as she marvelled at his erect body. She had seen pictures in her science book and had studied the male form in school for her anatomy paper but this was different. Adam blushed under her stare.

“Quit staring Brainiac” Adam said as he tore at the small foil packet he had taken from where it had fallen on the bed.

“Stop calling me that.” Sara snapped. Adam stopped what he was doing and stared at her “Sorry, I just… would you call me by my name. Just for now, just while we’re doing it.” Sara was unable to make eye contact with him.

“Sure” Adam said feeling a little awkward; the momentary pause allowing some doubt to creep in. “Sara are you sure? I mean… we can stop if you want.” Adam asked his voice was trembling now too as he nervously toyed with the hem of her skirt.

“No! “ Sara said stopping his hand. ”Please, I love you, don’t stop.” Tears stung Sara’s eyes as she pushed his hand under the fabric once more. “Please don’t stop.”

Adam bent down and captured her mouth in the gentlest kiss Sara had ever felt in her life. The love that came with that kiss made her heart feel whole.

“Make love to me Adam.” Said whispered as he propped himself up on his elbows.


“I love you Sara Sidle.” Adam said reaching down and taking his latex cover flesh in his hand before pushing Sara’s legs further apart.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you okay” He said as her bumped the head of his shaft against her opening.

“Okay.” Sara’s voice was barely above a whisper as she braced herself for all the pain and blood that the girls in the locker room at school talked about.

“It was like sooooooo painful, I’m so never doing it again. I couldn’t walk straight for a week” Sophie Miller’s voice echoed in her head as she told the other girls about her first time with her boyfriend.

Adam pushed his way into her tight body. She was a little tense but after a minute of gentle strokes and slow pushing he managed to fully penetrate her. Adam felt Sara’s body tense up as the heat of her innocence lost surrounded his erect flesh. Their eyes met, both held back unshed tears as they paused adjusting to the revelation that this memory would never leave either of them. No matter what happened after today they would always remember this night.

Sara was so overwhelmed with love and passion that the pain she had felt as his body joined with hers seemed to fade. As he began to move within her whole body began to tingle. With Sara’s encouragement Adam’s thrusts became deeper and quicker both their bodies seemed to be rushing toward an unknown prize. Sara was first to feel it, unable to hold in the surge of ecstasy that was flooding every nerve of her body any longer Sara cried out.

“Oh…Oh… Adam.” Sara arched her body uncontrollably as she was lost in a moment of pure bliss.

“Oh shit Sara, I …” The sentence was never finished as Adam jerked uncontrollably. He fell on top of her unable to hold up his weight.

Both of them where panting and giggling. They had done it. Every muscle in Sara’s body felt limp and relaxed then a thought came into her head that made her smile; she was no longer a virgin. Adam she was sure was just happy he had lasted for more than a minute.

“What are you smiling at Miss Sidle?”| The sound of Grissom’s voice shook her from the memory.

Sara snapped the book closed and blushed furiously. “Me… nothing, I’m fine. I’m… ugh… going to get back to work. Now.” She said as she hugged the book close to her chest. Grissom watched her leave the break room and wondered if he would ever get to read that book.



A/N I was thinking of continuing this fic I have a couple of ideas but your opinion matters so it's up to you leave it alone or mess with them some more? Let me know!

Author: Poppie_lee
Pairing: GSR
Rating: M (For the Boldness)
Summary: A Sara and Grissom yes you've guessed it. How they eventually go it on!! Fic.

A/N: This piece was part of a fic that was co written with CR1 and Amanda Hawthorn. It was written for the YTDAW get together in Manchester or as it was ultimately named YUKy. I was being a good girl (For once) and didn't include my usual boldness in the piece I had written, but upon reading the final story some of you asked if there would be an epilogue or as CR1 and Howdiestoe liked to call it a dirty bit. So I know it's a long time coming but as many of you know RL can mess things up and leave you no time for writing. So here it is the missing scene from the YUKy fic a faith Sustained.

A/N2: As ever my thanks to Dareone (otherwise known as the grammar police) for her wonderful brain for fixing all my messy ups! You rock oh talented one. (Any one for some Bread?)


Tick tick tick tick…

The normal white noise of the lab seemed to fade into the distance as Sara Sidle sat alone in the half lit locker room, staring at the face of her watch. The ticking voice of the small time piece held her complete attention.

Tick tick tick tick…

As the moving hand reached its destination and began its journey again, Sara released a heavy, exhausted sigh. Nick had been taken out of the ground exactly 6 hours ago; leaving each of his friends fighting to breathe easily again. Once the ambulance had left the scene, the remaining members of the Las Vegas crime lab had set to work processing what was left of Nick’s would be grave. Most, if not all, of the collection was done in silence. Even Greg hadn’t tried to lighten the mood; he, like each of them, trying to come to terms with the events of the last two days.

With all the evidence logged and under strict instructions from Grissom, Sara was supposed to have left the lab and headed for home over a half an hour ago, but every time she tried to will herself to stand up and head for the door, her legs seemed to lose their power. The voice in Sara’s head was practically screaming at her to get up and go home to bed, but her body just would not comply. She couldn’t face going home to an empty apartment, being alone with only her thoughts to offer her comfort.

I’ll go to the hospital, Sara thought. Nick will be out of the ER and in a room by now. Decision made, Sara put on her watch and had just about convinced her legs to cooperate when the door swung open. The sound shattering the silence of the small room shook Sara from her thoughts.

“Sara?” Grissom said, startled by her presence. “You’re still here. Didn‘t I send you home over a half an hour ago?” he asked, playfully. His mood was good but Sara could still hear the fatigue he was carrying.

Sara looked up and took in his appearance; he looked tired and his clothes were rumpled and covered in mud. The explosion at the nursery had covered everything and everyone in a thin layer of dirt. Small cuts and scratches were still fresh on his face, showing evidence of his own near death experience.

Although Sara was looking directly at him she avoided his eyes, afraid he would see the fear that tormented her. She wanted to give him a justifiable reason for her presence but truth be told she couldn’t give herself a reason. Instead she offered him a ghost of a smile and shrugged her shoulders.

“Sara, you need to go home,” Grissom told her softly. ”Nick is safe. There’s nothing more we can do tonight. We’ll look at the evidence tomorrow with fresh eyes.” He said as he opened the door of his locker. Taking out a clean shirt he turned his back to her and slipped off his dirty shirt, replacing it with the clean garment.

“I was going to head over to the hospital; you wanna come with?” Sara asked, trying to distract herself from his actions, anticipating his refusal before she had even finished speaking.

“Catherine just called, Nick is in the ICU. He’s been sedated to make him more comfortable” Grissom said his relief clear in his tone. “His Doctor said it will take a few days but he should make a full recovery.” Grissom said hopefully.

Sara opened her mouth to speak but closed it again when he turned around to face her.
“They sent everyone home.” He tilted his head at her. “This is where you should be going too. I think Nick would want you to get some rest, don’t you?” Grissom asked, trying to make it sound more like a friend giving advice rather than a supervisor giving an order.

He knew how she was feeling; his first thought once the evidence was logged in was to go to Desert Palm. It was Catharine’s call that had changed his plans.

“You’re right; I guess I should go home.” Sara said quietly, trying not to sound as dejected as she felt, although she had indicated she was leaving her body remained motionless.

It was very clear to Grissom that Sara was stalling. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel as emotionally drained as she seemed to be. Maybe it was fatigue that allowed him to drop his defences, but here in this small room the sadness that seemed to radiate from her told him that she needed more. The normal reaction from Grissom to this situation was to bury his feelings, give her support from a distance and avoid showing any emotion that might give him away. Hide.

If he was really being honest, he was just done pretending. Deep down he knew what he wanted; it’s what he had wanted since that first day so many years ago.

“You want to get something to eat?” he asked casually, hoping his nerves wouldn’t get the better of him. Although food wasn’t near the top of his list of priorities, the offer had passed his lips before his brain had caught up.

Stunned brown eyes locked with blue.

Did he just ask her out? Or was it lack of sleep finally making her hallucinate? Sara couldn’t find an answer; instead she nodded her head in agreement letting a small smile play across her lips.

Grabbing his jacket Grissom tilted his head in the direction of the exit, motioning for her to follow him. He opened the locker room door and held it open. Sara stood on shaky legs and walked to the doorway. As she passed him their eyes met for a brief moment, Sara hoped she wasn’t imagining what she saw there. Her lips grew into a full smile. Grissom matched it with a smile of his own.

Frank’s diner was busy as usual. The booths were packed with off duty cops, truckers taking a break from the strip traffic, and tourists hoping to strike it rich after their bacon and eggs.

Grissom pointed to a booth where the occupants had risen to leave. After the dirty dishes were cleared away they both sat in silence staring at their menus. Grissom looked across to his breakfast partner and the reality of what was happening started to sink in. He wondered if he had made a mistake in coming to Franks instead of somewhere where they wouldn’t be so easily recognized. Sensing his discomfort Sara met his eyes.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Sara asked nervously.

“No,” he answered a little too loudly. “This is fine… unless you’re not comfortable?”

“No, this is fine. I mean, I like it here, the pancakes are good.” She offered him a reassuring smile.

“Pancakes, that sounds like a great idea.” Grissom nodded, mirroring her smile.

By the time their food arrived the awkwardness had disappeared and they had settled into an easy discussion, Sara finally giving a voice to the nightmare that was replaying in her head.

“It could have been anyone of us: Greg, Catherine, you.” Sara averted her gaze. “We nearly lost him.”

The gravity of her words created a moment of sadness between them. Grissom nodded his head in agreement. He didn’t judge her or try to give advice. He just let her talk it out and it was exactly what she needed. Since Sara told him about her father they had developed a deeper level of trust and it allowed her the freedom to be honest with him. Sara could tell him she was sad or scared or lonely without it being about them. This trust gave their conversations a new ease.

Grissom, too, had been trying to come to terms with the sequence of events of the last few days. It had forced him to look at his life and look at the choices he had made. It was only when Nick was taken that he realized that the very thing he had been so careful to protect himself from had happened without him knowing it. He cared for these people; they were his surrogate family whether he liked it or not.

More over, the sense of comfort he felt at the thought of having his team back had surprised him. Ecklie had more or less agreed to switch the swing team back to graveyard; only Catherine’s position would have to be discussed and clarified before the team was reunited. He should have felt content but…he didn’t and it was becoming very clear to him why.

Sara, what he was going to do about Sara?

Long before he found her in the locker room he had been thinking of ways to move forward with her. Things had been better between them, a lot better. The playful banter they once shared had returned. Sara seemed to be healing old wounds and moving on. He had found himself playing out conversations in his head. Thinking of ways he could find out if she still wanted more. Finding her in the locker room was the chance he had been waiting for.

Sitting here now feeling how at ease he was with her made him laugh to himself. When he imagined this particular scenario he was always a jumble of nerves, avoiding discussing anything remotely emotional. Grissom lost his train of thought when he noticed Sara staring at him wearing a playful grin.

“What?” he asked as he took a bite of a pancake.

“What?” answered Sara, blushing slightly under his stare.

“You look like the cat that ate the canary,” Grissom said as he licked some stray maple syrup from his lips.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “It’s nothing, really.” Grissom continued to stare at her with an, I‘m not buying that excuse Sidle, look.

“Okay, you really want to know?” She asked with a sigh. “I guess I’m just surprised. I figured you’d have been more uncomfortable with these…us.” She said waving her hands back and forth between them. “I mean, you spent so long avoiding, well… me and this exact situation, and yet here we are.” Sara’s nerves were getting the better of her as she spoke, especially when Grissom smiled and let her continue.

“It’s just, well maybe it’s just me but it feels okay, I mean it feels nice…Sorry… forget I said anything.” She was painfully aware her cheeks were the colour of the berries that decorated her plate. Grissom admired her honesty and couldn’t help but admire her beauty as her cheeks flushed with colour.

“I was never uncomfortable about this,” he told her, pointing his fork back and forth between them. “I think…” Grissom paused for a moment searching for the right words. “I think it was about protection, I was just trying to protect you.”

The look on Sara’s face forced him to stop. She could certainly make him analyze his every word and the disbelieving look she was giving him now spoke volumes.

“Since love and fear can hardly coexist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved.

When Sara’s cut the crap face didn’t change he finally gave in. “Okay. I was protecting me,” he admitted, looking down at his coffee cup. “I’m not very good at this,” he said, embarrassed by his own honesty, glancing at her and back to his cup.

She was surprised by his openness and was touched that he was allowing her to see how unsure and out of his depth he was really feeling.

“Well, I guess that makes two of us,” she told him with a small smile, offering some encouragement.

“I’d like to see you…I mean, away from the lab,” he asked quietly, anxiously waiting for her response.

Sara’s heart was thumping so loudly in her chest she was sure he could hear it. Shock was the first emotion that hit, followed by a rush of excitement. “I‘d like that.” she said shyly, hoping that she didn’t sound as giddy as she felt.

Grissom smiled and reached across the dish-cluttered table, offering his hand. Sara let her long fingers entwine with his briefly before he released her, to pull his hand back again. The action, though simple, sent a surge of emotion through them both and though neither said it out loud, they both felt it. Sara studied his eyes, still unsure if this was really happening. Something had given Grissom the kick he needed and Sara wasn’t about to complain.

They finished breakfast and after a small exchange of words and a momentary pout from Sara, Grissom paid the check. They walked outside to the parking lot. The sun seemed brighter, the air seemed clearer, even the noise of the passing traffic seemed to be lighter as Grissom walked Sara to her car. Just before they reached where they had parked Grissom cleared his throat, getting her attention.

“So, I guess this is where I ask you if you would like to join me for dinner.” Grissom asked, still a little unsure of himself in this new territory.

“Really?” Sara asked with a smile as she reached the drivers door. “I thought this was where you kiss me goodbye?” She was suddenly full of confidence and now enjoying the stunned expression on Grissom’s face. Recovering quickly and not to be outdone, Grissom took a step closer to her.

“I would rather not have the first time I kissed you witnessed by half of the LVPD.” Grissom indicated the row of police cruisers parked outside the diner.

“I’m kidding,” Sara said with a chuckle. Grissom’s flushed cheeks said it all. The realization of what she had just said hit her. ‘Damn it’ she cursed to herself. Trying to ease his embarrassment sent Sara into a nervous rant.

“I… I… I didn’t want…I mean I would expect you to… ugh! I‘m sorry, I told you I wasn‘t good at this either,” she shook her head with frustration. This was going to be a nightmare, she thought. Sara deliberately turned away from him and opened the driver’s door of her car to mask her embarrassment. Grissom gave their immediate surroundings the once over and took a step toward her; he leaned in close enough so she could hear him.

“Just because I can’t, doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” His close proximity and his low tone left her a fumbling mess. Sara turned to look at him and a moment of pure electricity passed between them. “I’ll ask again, Miss Sidle. Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asked, unable to suppress a grin.

“Yes.” Sara said, matching his smile.

“Okay.” Grissom said.

Grissom reached out to her and once again took her hand. To any onlooker it was simply a moment between friends, but judging by the shared smiles and giddiness of the parting couple it was anything but. Sara watched from her car as Grissom walked to where he had parked. Suddenly a thought crossed Sara’s mind and a mischievous smile formed on her lips. She lowered the window and called out to him.

“Hey, didn’t you mean you didn’t want to share our second kiss in front the LVPD or have you forgotten San Francisco?” Sara’s words halted Grissom in his tracks. He turned and slowly walked back to her car and leaned down to her open passenger door window.

“I didn’t think the first one really counted.” Grissom told her softly.

“Well it counted to me.” She whispered as her eyes locked with his.

Grissom was transported back to that day so many years ago. They had spent the day together; she had offered to be his guide on a tour of San Francisco. He smiled remembering how eager she was; she talked non-stop for the whole day. Later that night when they had reached her apartment Sara invited him in for coffee, between her nervousness at asking the question and the tremble in her hands as she wrestled with the lock on her door they both knew what she was really asking; the electricity that passed between them was unmistakable.

He remembered how she tempted him, but even then Grissom’s fear stopped him from crossing the line with her. He knew even then if he’d have accepted her invitation he would have been unable to resist. He would have kissed her, touched her, taken her to places where up until then only his fantasy’s had allowed him to go.
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The disappointment in her eyes at his refusal had been so easily read. He’d lifted his hand and ran his thumb over her cheek. She’d held her breath as he leaned in and placed a light kiss were his thumb had been. When he’d pulled back he’d apologized for seemingly misleading her. He said he was sorry for giving her any indication that they were more than friends. With that he had turned and walked away.

Grissom swallowed the lump that had now taken up residence in his throat remembering how hard it was to lie to her even back then. “Well,” he said, clearing his throat. “I promise the next time I kiss you it will definitely count.”

Sara pursed her lips in a sultry smile as she watched him walk back to his car. Just as he turned to get in, he winked at her. “Yes.” Sara said to herself. This time would be very different.

Fear, excitement, arousal, and anticipation, all the normal feelings that went along with finally dating someone you have fantasized about, filled their tired heads. Truth be told they both were finding themselves a little out of their depth. They were dating and it scared the hell out of both of them.

At work, apart from a few lingering looks and small touches, nothing was different. They worked as before and only a very well trained eye would have seen the subtle smile he gave if they passed in the hall way, or the glint in Sara’s eyes when his name was mentioned.

Grissom thought asking Sara on a date would be the hardest part, but as it turned out actually finding the time to go on the date was proving much harder. The fact that Nick was out meant everyone was working overtime to cover. Cases were stacking up and Ecklie was putting pressure on Grissom to deliver. Then an opportunity arose both Warrick and Sara had just wrapped a case so he had given them both the same night off. Warrick came and asked if he could swap with someone that his wife had the next night off and they needed some time together. Grissom agreed and offered to swap with him. That meant that both he and Sara had the night off together, which meant tonight was the night.

“Sidle,” Sara said sleepily, half lying onto the receiver.

“Oh, I’m sorry did I wake you?” Grissom asked, mentally kicking himself after looking at his watch.

“Gris…no, it’s okay. Do you need me to come in?” she asked, now fully awake.

“No, actually, I was wondering…well hoping that you might be free…I was hoping you might like to join me for dinner,” he babbled, tripping over the words. There was a few seconds of silence. “Sara, are you there? If you’re busy it’s…” he felt sick; had she’d changed her mind?

“No!” said Sara, louder than she had meant it to be. “I mean, no, I’m not busy and yes, I’d like to have dinner with you.” He could almost hear the smile she now wore.

“Great, ah, I’ll pick you up at seven if that’s okay,” Grissom said, now a little calmer.

“Seven. Great; I’ll see you at seven.” Sara said, unable to stop a full smile forming.

“Okay… bye.” Grissom said a little unsure how to end the conversation.

Sara hung up the phone and looked at the clock on her bedside table. 12:15pm she swept back the comforter and threw her legs out of bed. There was no way she would be able to sleep now.

He arrived on time just as she expected, with a wordless gaze he told her how stunning she was. Sara couldn’t hide the blush that his stare had created. They drove to a seafood restaurant near Lake Mead. They laughed and joked about when they had first met from her frizzy hair, to his long monologues about the pupa casings that put half the lecture hall to sleep. Back and forth they told each other hidden secrets of their first meeting. She broke into an embarrassed giggle when she told him of her late nights staying up reading up on maggot collection to impress him. Sara was still lost in her memories when he spoke.

“I’m sorry I didn’t accept your invitation,” he told her, unable to hold eye contact with her. Sara stopped laughing and looked at him a little confused, so he continued. “After our tour of San Francisco,” he explained, “You asked me in for coffee, I turned you down, remember?” He was still avoiding her eyes.

“Oh… yeah, I remember that was our first…well that was the night you kissed me,” she smiled studying her whine glass unable to me his eyes.

“I wanted you to know, I regret not, well; I regret not having coffee with you.” Grissom’s colour had begun to change. There it was; he had openly admitted it. He had been just as attracted to her as she was to him. Sara’s smile was luminous and the flickering candle on the table made her eyes dance.

“I think we both know that I wasn’t asking you in for coffee,” Sara said, drawing her grin into a sultry smile, her eyes never leaving his. The mood of the evening was slowly changing and both felt the sparks fly.

“I was hoping I might be offered another chance?” Grissom asked as he sipped from his glass. Just as Sara was about to answer, an all too familiar sound sent Grissom cursing over his plate. Sara’s heart sank as she heard him call out a list of instructions to the calling intruder.

“I’m so sorry.” Grissom said his disappointment equal to her own.

“Hey, its okay, I understand,” Sara told him, trying to ease his frustration. “It’s the job, I get it.” She reached for his hand and squeezed it. Looking at her he could see in her eyes she meant it. She was telling him it was really okay. He never wanted to kiss her more than he wanted to right now.

“Do you need a hand? I mean I could come with you?” She asked.

Although he honestly considered her offer for a moment, he declined. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Too many people with questions” He said. Sara understood the meaning in his words, if they both arrived dressed up and together questions would be asked and the gossip would start. They were only at the beginning and the last thing they needed was to be the main topic of conversation at the water cooler.

“I have an idea.” Sara said, catching her bottom lip with her teeth. “Why don’t I get us some dessert and take it back to my place? When you’re done you can come over. We could pick up where we left off.” She hoped he would realize she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Will there be coffee?” Grissom asked, deliberately playing with her, both of them fully aware of the double meaning in his question.

“Well, if you like coffee with your cake that could be arranged,” Sara whispered, her lips turning up into a sultry grin.

Grissom’s phone rang again but he let it ring. As he stood to leave he motioned for the waiter before he met her eyes. “This could take a while,” he told her as he pulled several dollar bills from his wallet and laid them onto the table before her, “I’ll call you a cab, okay, and I’ll be as quick as I can.”

“I’ll wait up, “she told him as her smile turned into a grin when his phone rang again. “Will you get going?”

“Bye, “he said as he turned and answered his phone. As he got to the door of the restaurant he looked back and met her eyes. She winked at him and smiled her full Sara Sidle smile. Grissom left the restaurant almost giddy. His thoughts were of the wonderful evening they had shared and of what lay ahead.

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Grissom stood outside of her building for a full ten minutes before he worked up the courage to walk up to the door. He had called her to tell her he was done; although she sounded sleepy she soon perked up once he told her he was on his way.

He got to the door of her apartment almost shaking with nerves. What happens now? He thought. Was she expecting him to be the seducer? Should he make the first move or let her set the pace? What if she really only meant him to come for coffee? All of these thoughts flooded his head as he took a deep calming breath desperately trying to steady his heart beat, he knocked on the door.

“Hey. You made it.” Sara said as she opened the door. He could tell she was as nervous as he was. She was smiling but her body seemed to tremble as he passed her.

“Yeah, I was just documenting; it was Catherine’s case,” he said as he reached the breakfast bar. Sara closed the door and walked to the kitchen. Her brain was on over drive. Must keep busy; avoid eye contact she thought to herself. She opened the refrigerator and took out a brightly coloured box with the name of the restaurant they had eaten in that night on the side.

“Do you want cake?” she asked, as she reached into the box to lift the out the dessert.

“No, thank you.” He said as reached from behind her and closed the lid of the box. “Just coffee.” Sara was startled by his sudden proximity and was frozen in place when she felt his breath on her neck; he leaned in close to her ear. “Is this the part where I kiss you good night?” Grissom asked, letting his lips graze her earlobe.

Sara turned to face him. He lifted his hand to cup her face, letting his thumb gently glide across her flushed cheek. “I have wanted to do this for longer than I can remember,” Grissom said as his eyes searched hers.

“Well then, do it already.” Sara whispered, letting her hands rest upon his waist.

Grissom leaned forward and gently kissed her; he began to pull back when Sara gripped his jacket and deepened the kiss. He was lost in her scent, her taste, and the sounds she made as their lips moved in a slow erotic dance.

Sara felt as though she had found home in his kiss and for those few seconds she was free. She felt overwhelmed with emotion as she surrendered her mouth to his. When they finally pulled back for air he worried for a split second if it would be awkward, but the look in her eyes gave him his answer. He smiled at her as he leaned in to take her lips again.

Gilbert Grissom, had never been the most romantic of men, not deliberately anyway. He was no Casanova when it came to the art of seduction. Although he was well read in many subjects and some would say annoyingly over confident in his ability to have the perfect quote for almost every situation; yet he was always seemed to be a step or two behind in matters of the heart. That’s why now looking down at the sleeping figure beside him he could help but wear a smile of satisfaction.

Grissom hadn’t wanted to rush the moment but six years of waiting, wanting for this to happen wouldn’t allow for a slow approach. Deeper, longer, more explorative kisses followed their first. Biting and licking, moans of delight as their passion was finally given it‘s freedom. Acceptance of their fate came almost too easy as he pulled her lithe body hard against his, allowing her to feel his arousal. Sara let out a low moan of approval as she felt his hardened flesh against her hip She began to grind against his body her own need aching for release.

“Oh Sara,” Grissom spoke into the flesh of her neck as he mapped his way along to her jaw line, the desire to taste every inch of her was growing with each kiss. “Please… I need to…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence as her fingers snaked into his hair grabbing a fist full of his soft curls; she pulled hard; drawing his head back just far enough to capture his mouth once more.

He barely knew the woman before him. Her eyes danced with lust and desire; her hands stealthily roamed his body, her touch barely registering with him until she reached his hardened flesh. Sara’s long fingers skimmed over his length and dipped lower cupping his balls gently. Grissom let out a gasp as she leaned in and sucked on his ear lobe.

“Bedroom.” Sara demanded. A little shocked by her forwardness he met her eyes; the fire he saw there left him speechless. Sara began was pull away from his embrace taking his hand she lead them toward the other room. He couldn’t suppress a grin as she let their joined hands rest just above the swell of her ass as they walked into her small bedroom.

The room was awash with the same rich colours that adorned the walls of the living room. Rich dark colours; all of which he was sure helped create an almost pitch black room once her drapes were closed. He watched her as she walked over toward the bed; with her back to him she leaned down and switched on a small feather effect lamp that was placed on her bed side table. The light was soft and gave the room a sense of warmth, her bed was big and inviting the thick dark quilt and numerous pillows told him Sara liked her comfort.

“You have quite a nice bed for someone who doesn’t sleep.” Grissom said breaking the silence that had settled over them.

“Well…” Sara said in a sultry tone that he was sure wasn’t there a minute ago. “Just because I’m an insomniac doesn’t mean I can’t be a comfortable insomniac. She finished by pinching back an embarrassed grin as she let her fingers glide over the soft fabric of her comforter a little unsure of what to do next. Her body was practically humming with anticipation.

He let his eyes wander over the length of her, allowing himself to linger on all the places he daren’t go when he was near to her at the lab. The lamp’s light seemed to illuminate her body under her clothing. The shape of her firm breasts almost visible through the soft material of her blouse; the hardened peaks of her nipples now so easily seen.

He let out a sigh as his body reacted to the vision before him. Her eyes, her hair, her mouth, God, her mouth; she was like an oasis to his parched soul. So sweet and addictive; her taste had drowned his senses he was lost to her and he knew it.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. The Robert Burns quote filled his head as the words danced in his thoughts Sara watched his eyes; the emotion she saw there made her quiver.

“Come here?” He asked as he held out his hand to Sara didn’t hesitate as she slipped into his embrace once more. His arms wrapped around her pulling her flush against his body, his lips barely resting upon her ear.

“To explain my heart I have many a beautiful sentiment,
Yet your beauty hath stolen my voice.
Let my touch, be my words,
Let my kiss, be a sonnet,
For my heart is a rare thing.”

“Shakespeare?” Sara whispered tilting her head to see his face.

“Grissom.” He said as he pulled back to meet her eyes.

He knew she had a fire in her, a passion that he could see every time she took on a challenge or a new case. When she found that crucial piece of evidence or when they would nail the guilty suspect the delight of solving the puzzle danced in her eyes but that passion was of no comparison to what she he saw in the deep pools that held his stare now.

After a moment Sara lifted her hand to his cheek stoking him gently. She was, for the first time since he had arrived sure they were ready for the step they were about to take. “Make love to me.” Sara asked as she removed her hand from his cheek and reached for the top button of her blouse. Her fingers were fumbling with the tiny buttons as her nervousness took hold.

“Allow me?” Grissom asked his voice almost velvet with seduction. Nodding her head in approval Sara let her hands fall to her sides as Grissom began to pull at the delicate material. Each button slipped free easily under his large hands. He licked his lips as the last button fell open.

Grissom didn’t open her blouse fully; instead he raised his hand and ran his fingers downward from her throat to the valley of her breasts. Sara was trembling now and couldn’t stop the low sigh that slipped from her mouth as his fingers paused between her breasts. Grissom allowed his fingers to graze against the slope of each fleshy mound; holding his breath as he touched the softness of her freckled skin.

Meeting her gaze he smiled; his fierce blue eyes held a shyness that made Sara weak at the knees. Grissom barely noticed her reaction as he returned his attention to her body. Moving his fingers upward over her firm flesh he slipped his hand under the edge of her opened blouse; pushing the material away from her right breast revealing the delicate white lace of her bra. It was Grissom’s turn to tremble as his fingers gently skimmed over the taut mound. Taking extra care as his fingers traced over the dark bud that was standing out against the near transparent material.

Mesmerized by the sight before him he drew his hand up to her shoulder; joined by his other hand he pushed her blouse from her body. Then slipping his fingers underneath the tight elastic Grissom pulled both straps of her bra downward. Sara’s body was shaking as she felt the elastic slide along her arms her eyes never leaving Grissom’s face. As the lace that covered her body sagged he leaned in and captured her mouth in a gentle kiss, running his tongue over her bottom lip before biting down gently, in sighting a low moan from Sara.

Slowly he kissed his way down along her jaw line to her neck as he continued mapping her body with his mouth he knelt before her burying his face between her breasts inhaling her scent. Slowly he lifted his right hand and gently slipped the delicate lace that barely covered her breast down. Sara trembled uncontrollably as her flesh bounced free. Grissom cupped the bare mound taking its weight as his mouth laid claim to the puckered nipple.

As his mouth feasted on the erect nub he pulled the other breast free from it‘s lace barrier, his hands covering the flesh with equal care. Grissom pulled his mouth from her body only to claim the other breast with the same enthusiasm his beard causing a delicious friction on her bare skin. Sara cried out as the cool air of her bedroom caused the newly freed moist bud to tingle and ache for his mouth once more.

“Oh… that’s…oh” Sara’s head was thrown back her words said to the ceiling of her bedroom. Her control was slipping as he feasted on her flesh. She barely felt the tight bra give way as the garment slipped to the floor.

When his hands slipped from her body and began working the button on her dress pants she could barely stand up. Grissom’s hands shook as he pulled down the zipper allowing dark material to fall open. He released her nipple from his hungry mouth and pulled back just enough to catch a glimpse of the white lace of her panties. His fingers itched to touch the delicate fabric. Grissom felt something deeply primal take him. Lowering his head his lips skirted along the top of the white lace before he started kissing his way across her slightly rounded stomach. The soft material of her panties snagging as his beard passed over them.

Moving lower his mouth forced the top of the lace underwear downward he couldn’t help but take in the scent of her arousal; that mixed with her unique natural perfume made his dick ache for her heat. Sara’s body hummed with desire as she felt his hot mouth on her. She couldn’t help but bring her hands to his head and gently rake her fingers through his curls.

Grissom slid his hands upward along the back of her thighs, cupping her tight ass he pulled her toward him breathing deeply he lost all control. He pulled the dark fabric down raking her underwear with it. Sara was a little shocked at but didn’t mind the new pace as she felt the cool air of her bedroom caress her bare sex.

“I want to taste you” Grissom said, his voice gravely and low. Without waiting for her answer he buried his face in the small patch of dark brown curls that was nested between her legs. Sara felt her balance go as his tongue lapped hungrily at her core.

“Gil…” The desperate call of his name was all Sara could say as she felt his hands slip from her ass, moving around her thighs to part the lips of her sex giving his mouth more access.

Her legs buckled as he pushed two fingers inside her curling just enough to awaken her whole body. Taking her weight he eased her back onto the bed. The soft comforter swallowing her thin frame. Grissom didn’t waste a second as he pulled at his shirt undoing the buttons with little care. Sara continued to touch herself and she watched hungrily as his body became exposed. She licked her lips as he worked the button on his pants. Within a few minutes Grissom was naked before her and much to Sara’s delight he had nothing to be ashamed of.

She marvelled at the firmness of his chest, his belly was rounded but not enough to quell her attraction for him. Sara watched as he climbed onto the bed his arousal standing firm away from his body. His eyes held a passionate fire but his face held the colour of innocence. She raised her hand and touched his flushed cheek.

“You’re beautiful.” Sara said as she slipped her fingers behind his neck and pulled him down on top of her.

Rolling, sweaty bodies, rolling and tumbling in a sensual battle for control.
Passionate words called into the electric air.
Apologies and desperate promises made as their hands join.
Blissful heat as his body penetrates hers.
Tearful acceptance as her soul penetrates his.

As Grissom lay watching his sleeping bedfellow many poetic words filled his thoughts. He wanted to be ready when she woke. He wanted to have the perfect words to tell her how beautiful she was and how lucky he felt to have been given such a gift. His mind was wandering through Shakespeare’s sonnets when he felt her stir.

Sara let out a low groan as she began to wake. Her body began to ache slightly as each limb came to life. She felt sticky and sweaty and should have been uncomfortable but as the warm mass of Grissom’s body curled in behind her, Sara‘s head flooded with memories of the previous night and she couldn‘t stifle the satisfied grin that covered her face.

“Good morning.” Grissom said pulling her body against his as he kissed the back of her neck through her hair.

“Hey.” Sara said sleepily as she enjoyed having his whole body flush against hers.” What time is it?” She asked as she tried to open her eyes.

“I think it’s about 11am.” Grissom said as he nuzzled her hair.

“Really” Sara said a little shocked. “I never sleep this late.” She continued as she turned in his arms to face him.

“Hi.” Grissom said unable to suppress his full grin.

“Hi.” Sara said as she mirrored his smile. “You know you better lose that goofy grin before you go in tonight or Catherine will know you got laid.” Sara said in a mischievous tone.

“Really?” Grissom replied still smiling he leaned in to capture her mouth in a chaste kiss. “Well I suppose if people are going to guess that our relationship has changed perhaps we should talk about how we handle this.” He said. Although his words were spoken between small kisses across Sara’s jaw line, she could hear the worry in his question.

“Well they haven’t guessed so far, I say we play it cool… Unless you want to tell people?” Sara said with a little panic in her voice.

“No!” Grissom said loudly which made Sara giggle a little. Embarrassed by his loud outburst he explained “I meant not yet. Let’s just…Let’s just have this for a while.” He said as he slowly pushed the cover from Sara’s torso and slid his hand between her bare breasts amazed that he could touch her and hold her and fulfil any fantasy his thoughts had conjured up over the last six years.

“You’re the boss.” Sara said as her hands enjoyed their own exploration. “Besides if your lucky Catherine might guess you got laid twice.” Sara said as she pushed him onto his back straddling him, offering him a smile that would always be with him.

Author: Poppie_lee
Pairing: GSR
Rating: M (For the Boldness)
Chapter: 3 "Graduation"
Disclaimer: Not mine so no harm meant.
Summary: Grissom concludes the lesson.

A/N This is dedicated to Dee my beta and friend without whom this would have been a page full of bad spelling, bad grammar and no porn. Well a little porn. Thanks Dee and Happy Birthday!!!

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They stood facing each other neither spoke; there was no need, their eyes said more than a thousand words. Grissom continued to undo the buttons of his dress shirt. Sara watched with hunger as one by one the buttons slipped through the holes revealing just a little more as each button fell open.

Both could feel the electricity in the air as they watched each other. Sara was barely aware that her hands had begun to trace over her own flesh. She couldn’t tell if it was arousal or nerves that had her whole body trembling. Her skin was tingling with anticipation. He watched as she slid her hands from her collar bone downward, skimming over the slope of each breast. Each finger grazing the sensitive flesh of her nipples, lightly pinching and teasing them before taking the weight of each breast in her palms, cupping and squeezing the firm flesh in her grip.

A mischievous smile played across her lips when she heard a low moan escape from Grissom mouth. Realizing the control she had, Sara continued to tease him. Trailing one hand lower she gently stroked the taught skin of her stomach pausing for only a moment to run her nails around her navel. Grissom had stopped undressing, as he watched her actions in stunned silence.

Both Sara’s hands now moved in sync lower and lower until they found the material of her opened pants. Sara slid her long fingers into the fabric and pushed them downward over her hips. The weight of the material and gravity doing the rest of the work, the soft fabric dropped and gathered in a heap at her feet.

Grissom was in awe of the picture before him. The warm glow of the bedroom lamp behind her seemed to illuminate her skin. The black lace of her thong that still clung to her body, cupping her core perfectly. The beauty of her bare flesh mixed with the scent of her arousal rendered him speechless. Grissom was frozen. “Say something you idiot.” He thought. Grissom opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, searching to find the right words. It was her husky voice that shook him from his muddled thoughts.

“I’m assuming the reason your doing such a great impression of a fish is because you’re enjoying the view?” She asked, the tremble in her voice giving her nervousness away.

“Very much.” Grissom said his tone was low and seductive. He held out his hand offering it to her. Sara smiled and lowered her head hiding the rush of colour that had covered her cheeks. Reaching out she took his hand and took a step closer to him. She gently ran her fingers down along the front of his shirt. Still unable to meet his eyes she continued to undo the remaining buttons.

When the last button was undone Sara spread the fabric of his shirt apart, revealing his broad bare chest. Sara heard him suck in a breath as her fingers danced across his flesh for the first time. His skin was soft and smooth under her fingers but still held its masculinity. He smelt of soap and the musky scent of sex. Trace amounts of their earlier couch activities had left its mark on his body.

Touching him this way had been a fantasy she had played out in her head on more than one occasion; she had eased the ache between her legs many times picturing him like this. Sara slid her hands upward over his hard nipples drawing circles with her fingers before moving downward once more. She had just reached his belt buckle when his hands stopped her.

“No.” Grissom said firmly then grabbing her wrists he pulled her hands away from his body. Sara jerked her head up and met his eyes. He saw a mixture of fear and lust as he pinned her arms behind her back.

“You have been enjoying too much control tonight Miss Sidle.” Grissom said his eyes were on fire. “I think it’s time I set the pace, Don’t you?”

His chest crushed against her breasts the heat of his skin against hers sent a shiver through her. They both let out a sigh as his mouth finally took hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle or chaste; it was deep and filled with the passion and lust they had been building all night.

They clawed and scratched at each others skin, pulling and pushing against each other until they were on the bed. Sara felt his weight on her body, he was heavy and strong pinning her arms; his rock hard shaft grinding against her thigh. His mouth kissed along her jaw line to her neck, licking and biting at the soft flesh.

“Oh Gil!” Sara called out, her voice filled with need as her core buzzed with need. Hearing his name fall from her lips with such want made his body crave her heat.

“I want you, Sara.” He whispered against her ear, sucking her earlobe, his hot breath driving her wild. “Jesus, I want you.” He said again as he moved lower, tracing the path her hands had taken.

When he reached her breast Sara let out a moan of approval and began to grind against his dick, moving and writhing beneath his heavy mass. He licked and bit down on her nipple causing her to call out in sweet ecstasy.

“Now, please Gil, I need you.” Sara said, barely recognizing her own voice as she tried to free her wrists from his grip.

“Yes.” He said against her puckered nipple. He released her wrists and sat up reaching for his belt buckle. He looked at her as she lay on the bed. She was breathing hard her eyes were closed he watched her thighs as they rubbed together trying to quell the ache that was begging for his body. Sara slipped her fingers into her mouth and then back out again, dragging them down along her body leaving a moist pathway.

He stood up to remove his pants and socks not taking his eyes off her, watching her as she slipped the wet digits under the black lace of her underwear. Hearing her sigh as they found their destination made his cock jump. He slipped off the rest of his clothes. Gripping his shaft he began to pump it slowly, a drop of pre cum glistened on the engorged head.

“Sara do you have a… We need a…” Grissom stumbled over the words not sure if it was nerves or arousal. The fact that Sara’s hand was moving frantically under the lace of her underwear made it all the more difficult to tell.

“Top drawer.” Sara said. Licking her lips her breath becoming even more ragged he noticed her eyes were on his impressive length, leaving him in no doubt of what she wanted. Within a few seconds the drawer had been opened and Grissom had covered his dick in latex. He crawled up the length of her body like a lion stalking its prey kissing and nipping at different places on her body. He made it to her ear and leaned down.

“Take them off.” He said, reaching down and pulling her hand free from her underwear. Sara obeyed shifting upward against his body and pushed the damp lace off and down along her long legs. The material had barley touched the floor when Grissom pushed her thighs open and lining himself up against her sex he met her eyes once more.

They passion they held was unmistakable but there was also something else; something if he was being honest he was feeling too. He felt her hands glide up his arms and pull him towards her. In one long slow movement he pushed his way inside her. Her body was hot and as tight as he had expected.

Sara was overwhelmed with emotion as he filled her. No other man she had stretched her like this, it was blissfully painful, when he began to move within her every inch of her body tingled with arousal and pain gave way to ecstasy.

Grissom was aware of every inch of her body. How her eyes slid shut as his pace increased. How her short nails clung to the skin of his back. He watched her firm breasts move with each thrust teasing and begging his mouth to taste them. He felt the heat of her juices coat his balls as he thrust into her harder, her warmth spurring him on.

Sara felt a knot of arousal coil in her stomach. “I’m going to…oh Gil don‘t stop. I‘m so close” She said, her voice was trembling. Hearing her words and the feeling her body begin to tense, he increased his pace, slipping his hand between their sweaty bodies clumsily pressing between her folds. Grissom’s own climax was aching for release threatening him with every thrust.

“Oh Yes, that’s it. Oh Gil, don’t stop … Don’t stop… oh oh yesss!” Sara let go. Her orgasm washed over her body, every nerve, every muscle contracting and pulsing, as the raging climax coursed through her.

Grissom felt her body stiffen and her inner walls clamp down on his shaft. The sensation sending his own body into bliss. He could feel the heat of his climax pool against the sensitive head of his cock. Trapped in the latex; the searing heat of his orgasm only adding to the sweet torture of ecstasy that had over taken him. His whole body shook as his he slumped down, his head resting in the valley between her breasts. Both bodies were hot and sweaty their breathing hard and fast.

When Grissom’s heart had returned to a somewhat normal pace he lifted his head and kissed her along her breast bone traveling up toward her neck. He could taste the sweet saltiness of Sara’s skin. She tasted like warmth, like comfort. Like every thing that was missing from his life.

Sara felt boneless as she lay on the bed. She felt powerless to do anything except lie there and enjoy his weight as he lay on top of her. When she eventually met his eyes a moment of pure love passed between them. Sara would have normally been able to hide this particular emotion from showing itself; after all she’d had so much practice hiding her feelings for him. But tonight after what they had shared the feelings that had been kept so well hidden flooded her heart like a tidal wave filling her with a need to give them a voice; to finally tell him the truth; to tell him that she loved him.

That it had always been him.

That it would always be only him.

But with the sweet comes the sour; and just as the impulse to tell him came so did the cold hard reality of their situation. She would tell him and his body would stiffen with panic and probably fumble out some words of affection to make the moment less awkward. Then after a little while fear would choke him and he would make an excuse and run.

Tears welled in her dark eyes as she accepted her fate. She swallowed the pain and forced herself to calm down. He would see in his own time that she didn’t want to take anything from him. He would find his own way through his doubts and fears. She would give him what she had always given him. Time.

“You make me happy” Grissom whispered, as he kissed her neck. His admission fell comfortably from his lips and although he was scared of the next step he knew he wanted to take it with her.

Sara was stunned. He was telling her in his own way that he wanted this. That he was ready to share himself with her. It may not have been a declaration of undying love but for Sara it meant more in that moment than those three little words ever could. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him pulling him as close as she could.

Eventually he pulled himself up and lay down beside her, reaching down he pulled up the comforter that was across the bottom of the bed. Covering them both he settled down behind her pulling her into him.

“I’m tired, let’s go to sleep and you can help me relax some more in the morning.” He said, smiling into her neck as he kissed it. Sara turned her head and looked at him his eyes were closed, his hair was a messed up and he had the biggest grin she‘d ever seen him wear.

“Yeah you’re already starting to look tense.” She said unable to hold in a husky giggle.

“Ssssssh… I’m trying to sleep.” Grissom said wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. Sara turned back around and settled into his body. Grissom opened his eyes, he couldn’t see it but he was sure she was smiling too.


Thanks for reading.

Author: Poppie_lee
Pairing: GSR
Rating: M (for the usual)
Disclaimer: I know their not mine who ever you are.

A/N: This is a drabble for my best-est friend in the whole wide world. She is the one who tells me to fix this, and change that, and oh yeah, most importantly I must not forget the porn!!!! So this is for you Dee, Dare one and all the other names I have for you Happy Birthday Tramo!!!!

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His name was always Grissom …

Small chaste kisses became sloppy and deep.

A low moan filled with urgency as he pulled at her clothes.

Hands both rough and gentle discovering the firm taught mound that seemed to fit his hand so neatly.

The heat of her slick wet passage as his fingers trembled in her softest flesh.

Frustration and lust tore at his heart as he ached for her tight hot grip to smother his need.

The exquisite feel as her body surrounded his.

He never knew real humility until he let of himself fall; knowing in that moment she had taken a piece of his soul.

His name was always Grissom

until she called him Gil.



*For my friend*

Author: Poppie_lee.
Chapter: 2 The Lesson continues
Paring: GSR.
Rating: M (For the boldness)
Disclaimer: Not mine sadly,no harm intended.
Summary:This is the second chapter to "Student becomes Master" Grissom takes control of the lesson.

A/N I just want to thank as usual my Beta and Friend Dee without whom I'd be lost. I had a bit of trouble with this the old "this isn't very good" fairy was dancing around my head while I was writing. Anyway Dee said I was mental so here it is.

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Grissom had never felt so alive. She tasted like life, like freedom like every damn indulgence he had denied himself his whole life.

His lips were soft and his breath hot as he licked and nibbled his way to her ear lobe. “Tell me what you want Sara.” Grissom whispered before continuing downward to consume the soft flesh of her neck.

“I… I want you to touch me.” Sara said her words were breathy and desperate. She was fully aroused and aching for him. Her hips were bucking and grinding against his body.

“Show me Sara. Show me how to touch you.” Grissom said as he released her hands from their pinned position. Without hesitation Sara placed her hand over his and drew it downward along her body.

Grissom met her eyes as their joint hands found her breast. The passion that they held in them should have scared him but he knew he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. “God she was beautiful.” He thought as his hand rested upon her fleshy mound.

Sara cheeks filled with colour as she pressed his hand against her welcoming body moving his fingers as if they were hers. She let out a moan of approval as Grissom took control spreading his fingers over her firm breast; massaging it, squeezing and grasping at her flesh. Her nipple stood to attention as his thumb grazed it through the soft material of her blouse.

Grissom captured her mouth,there was nothing tender about his kiss. It was hard and raw. He swept his tongue into her mouth licking and biting her lips, moaning as he lost himself in her.

Sara craved him, God she needed him to touch her to give her the release her body so desperately craved. “Touch me, Gil I need you to touch me everywhere.” Sara said, pulling
his hand from her breast and guiding him to the hot ache between her legs.

Grissom though his heart would stop when he felt the heat of her core against his hand. Without hesitation he cupped her sex through the material of her pants and moved in time with her hips. Sara let out a moan of approval.

“Oh yeeees. Oh god. Gil please. More.” Sara pleaded with him as she grinded into his hand. Grissom raised himself up slightly to watch her. Sara’s eyes were closed and she was licking her lips as pleading whispers escaped her hot mouth.

He stopped and removed his hand and she opened her eyes at the loss of contact but only smiled at him as she felt his fingers brush against the soft flesh of her stomach as he undid the button of her pants. He pulled down the zip and pulled the soft material apart to reveal the black lace of her underwear. Sara's body began to tingle in anticipation of his touch. She watched as his fingers danced across the delicate material, teasing her.

“I want taste you” Grissom said as he slipped one finger under the elastic of her panties.

“Yes.” Sara said her voice was husky and low.

Grissom didn’t need further encouragement. He slipped his hand under the elastic and down into her soft curls; her scent filling his senses as he found her core. He slipped one finger along her moist folds searching for the small bundle of nerves that would send her over the edge.

She was so wet and hot he couldn’t control himself. He slipped his finger into her core. “Fuck she’s tight” He thought, even with only one finger inside her he knew she would be blissfully tight against his hardening shaft. He pumped her slowly, adding another finger.

Sara moaned her approval. “Yes! Oh… Oh God Gil don’t stop.” Sara pleaded as she moved her hips in time with his hand. It was when Grissom turned his hand for deeper penetration that his thumb found her button. He gently moved the digit in small circles pressing against it lightly. He could feel her body begin to tense.

Sara’s breath had increased in pace. He watched her face intently her eyes slid closed and the low moans of her pleasure grew louder her need displayed clearly in every reaction.

“Don’t stop, oh… so close.” Sara grunted and grabbed onto his shoulders pulling him down on top of her

His body was hot as it covered her, his scent filled her senses as his mouth began whisper words of lust and desire into her ear, nibbling and biting as he spoke. Grissom slid his body downward so he lay half on top of her and half on the sofa. He slid his leg between hers adding extra pressure to his movements. Sara could feel his hardening shaft against her thigh. She slid her hands over his back and down to the curve of his firm ass, pulling him closer.

Grissom used his mouth to pull at the material of her blouse. Seeing his intention, Sara lifted her hand and undid the buttons quickly. Needing no further help, Grissom’s mouth attacked her breast as he pulled at the lace until the firm flesh was free from its lace cover. He captured her nipple between his moist lips, biting and sucking the delicate skin until it puckered in his mouth.

Sara threw her head back against the arm of the sofa as her orgasm took her. Her body clamped tight around his fingers as her body found release.

“YEEEEEES! Oh…Gilll” Sara cried out and began pushing against his hand, riding the powerful orgasm that was ravaging her body.

Hearing his name fall from her lips in such ecstasy made his dick ache for her heat. His fingers were being coated in her juices and he couldn’t help but pull them free and swallow them tasting the sweet saltiness of her body.

He let the emotions of the moment sweep over him. Sara Sidle was a human contradiction; so beautiful and yet so perfectly imperfect. Her ability to see him for more than he could see in himself made his heart ache to be the man she deserved.

“That was awesome.” Sara said finding the ability to speak. Sara opened her eyes and watched as he sucked his fingers clean. She took his face in her hand and drew him to her lips tasting herself on his mouth.

“Thank you” She said as she pulled back. There was a moment of silence as the locked gaze spoke more than a thousand words. Grissom shifted his weight making a move to stand up as he did Sara didn’t miss his hard dick as it ran along her thigh.

“Will you stay?” Sara asked and the innocence in her words struck him. How could she think he would leave after sharing something so intimate? That’s when he realized. He had never given her any real assurance that this was more than a fling or an affair.

Grissom stood and offered her his hand. Sara pulled herself up until she was standing in front of him. She was undone. That was the only word he could find to describe the state of the women in front of him now. Her hair was a curly mess; her clothes were open and creased. The scent of musk hung heavily in the air as did her question.

“Yes” Grissom said bending forward to take her swollen lips once more. Pulling back, he turned and looked toward the door way to her bedroom and then back at her. He smiled and tilted his head asking the question without words. Sara smiled and led him toward her bedroom, dropping her blouse on the floor as she walked. Grissom followed licking his lips as his dick jumped in anticipation.

He smiled from the doorway of her bedroom as she walked to the bed, switching on a light on her nightstand. Its light filled the room with a warm glow. She reached behind her back and undid her bra letting fall to the floor before turning to face him. He noticed a blush creep over her face. She was nervous and almost shy, Sara Sidle shy, even the thought made him smile.

“Come here” Sara said her husky voice hiding the nerves and insecurity she felt.

Grissom smiled as he walked into the bedroom and closed the door, shutting out all of the fears and worries that had plagued him when he thought of a life with her.

He walked toward her, undoing the top button of his shirt.

TBC… Maybe. If you want more let me know.

Chapter 3
http://poppie-lee.livejournal.com/9234.html

Author :Poppie_lee
Pairing: GSR
Rating: M (Because of the boldness)
Disclaimer: They’re not mine but if they were I’m make them do this.
Prompt: “Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!"

Summary: This is for the Geekfiction blockbuster Movie ficathon. Grissom and Sara go away together for the first time.

Author Notes: Just quick THANK YOU!!! To Dee my Beta as always fixed my messy ups and was there to cheer and clap my efforts. Thanks Dee!!!!

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The plane touched down at Los Angeles International Airport with a thump. The jolt of the wheels hitting the runway at speed woke Grissom from a deep sleep. It took him a minute to focus. Why the hell was he on a plane? It was only when he turned to his right and met a pair of sparkling brown eyes that it all came flooding back.

Sara and he were going away together for the first time. It was almost impossible to arrange but when the time came, they had managed to convince everyone that it was just a coincidence they were off at the same time. Sara had applied through the normal channels for the time off and as she rarely used any of her vacation time Ecklie was happy to approve her request, it would keep human resources off his back for a while.

Grissom, for his part had told the sheriff that there was an entomological lecture in Boston he would like to attend. The sheriff agreed without question. Anything to keep the grave supervisor happy. After all it was Grissom’s knowledge in the field of entomology that had helped build the lab’s good reputation. This in turn made him look good.

Grissom had booked a cabin at Lake Tahoe. A few days alone in a quiet spot where they wouldn’t be recognized seemed the perfect getaway for the new couple. Everything should have gone like clockwork except for the phone call. Grissom had just signed the last report and had stood up to leave when his phone began to ring.

“Hello Gilbert.” Grace Crowe’s familiar voice rang out. Grace had been a very good friend to his mother ever since he’d left home to go to college. Her grand daughter was born deaf and Grissom’s mother had helped her learn to sign. Grace was an estate agent and owned the premises next to his mother’s gallery. They had spent many lunches and dinners together plotting ways to find Grissom a nice girl to settle down with.

“Hello Grace, it’s lovely to hear from you.” Grissom said, honestly. “What can I do for you?” He tried not to sound irritated but he had things to do before he had to pick up Sara.

“Well Gil, the thing is I have found a buyer for your mother’s house.” Grace said, she was unsure if the news would be welcomed or not. Grissom had returned to his childhood home a few times since his mother’s passing but he soon realized that it wasn’t the same without her. The last time he was there he agreed with Grace that his mother wouldn’t have wanted the house to lie empty.

“A house is a home Gilbert and should be treated as such” His mother’s words echoed in his head even now as he was about to let the home he grew up in go.

“Oh, that’s great.” He said surprised at the rush of sadness that came with her words. “What do you need from me?” He asked, with a sudden sense of impending doom.

“Well they want to move in right away but there are papers to sign and although I know you said to sell the house furnished there are still some of your mother’s things in the attic.” Grace paused only to take in a breath before continuing. His mother always said Grace was a woman of many, many words.

“I was hoping you might be able to arrange some time off from that fancy job of yours and pop down for a visit.” Grace asked. “I wouldn’t bother you Gil but the young couple who are interested are due a baby in the coming weeks and need to get things settled as soon as possible.” She finished speaking, but Grissom could tell she was only giving him an opportunity to gather his thoughts.

He knew she was eager to close the sale, he was sure it hadn’t been easy on her either. Selling a house that she had spent many evenings in gossiping and laughing with her friend must have taken its toll .He didn’t want to prolong the process for both their sakes so he agreed to fly out that day.

So that’s how they found themselves in California instead of Lake Tahoe. Sara hadn’t seemed too disappointed; in fact she seemed more excited at the idea of clearing out the attic of his childhood home than she did relaxing at the lake.


They had been dating for about three months. Well you couldn’t really call it dating as such. They had been spending more and more time together since Nick’s abduction. They shared their lunch breaks together more often and had occasional after shift drink with the guys. It was one Sunday morning after what had become their usual team breakfast he offered to walk her to her car. It was only when he reached for her hand and kissed her that Sara knew things had changed. It wasn’t planned and he didn’t win any awards for his finesse but it was a beginning.

Over the next few weeks they dated. The goodnight kiss developed into coffee at her place or his, by then their gentle kisses had become more demanding and explorative. On their last date their relationship reached a new level of intimacy. His hand had found her breast and hers had slid to his crotch. Things were just becoming interesting when his phone rang and put a stop to it.

The next day he paged Sara to his office and shyly asked if she would like to spend sometime alone together away from any intrusion. Sara knew what he was asking, her smile was luminous and the hint of color that flushed her cheeks made his stomach do a flip.

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The noise of the planes door being opened shook Grissom from his thoughts. He realized then that he must have fallen asleep as soon as they had taken off.

“Didn’t you sleep?” He asked, hoping that she wasn’t offended that he slept the whole flight.

“No,I had a nap this morning before you picked me up;I’m really not that tired.” Sara said leaning in to him. “I guess you’ll have to find something to wear me out” She said placing a chaste kiss on his stunned lips. Sara stood up “Come on sleeping beauty. We’re the last people on the plane.” Sara said pulling him up out of his seat. The couple’s mood was light and playful as they headed out to collect the rental car. The weather wasn’t quite the same as Vegas. Unusually the wind was cold and the sky was covered in thick grey clouds.

They had just located their car when the heavens opened. The drive to Grissom’s home town was quiet. He glanced over at a now sleeping Sara, with only the sound of the rain hitting the windows and the monotonous tone of the wind shield wipers in motion he wasn’t surprised she had drifted off. She was so beautiful he thought so trusting. It was only then Grissom began to realize just how much of himself he had kept hidden from Sara. He began to worry that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“Stop it.” Sara’s voice shook him from his thoughts.

“What?” He said, trying to sound innocent.

“You’re panicking.” She said, through a smile.

“I am not” Grissom said, as the color of his cheeks changed. “I’m fine.”

“You’re thinking that maybe this was a mistake; that maybe I’m going to find out who Gil Grissom is and run away screaming.” Sara had opened her eyes but was looking out at the rain.

Grissom looked at her and inwardly cringed. He hated that she was right, he was scared. What if she did see the real him and didn’t like what she saw? Grissom pulled over giving her his full attention.

“Look…” He said. “I just wanted this trip to be about who we are now, not what we were before.” He said, a hint of sadness finding its way into his words

“I’m here because I care about you.” Sara said, resting her hand on his cheek. “I want to spend some time alone with you. I do want to know more about you but only if you’re ready to share that part of you with me.” She said, hoping he could read the honesty of her words in her eyes.

“This trip was supposed to be about trust. I want you to share this with me.” Grissom said leaning toward her. He captured her mouth in a gentle kiss. Pulling back he turned and started the engine. “Besides, you should see how much junk there is in the attic, I‘m going need your help.” Sara answered him with a smile as they continued on their journey. It wasn’t long before the car came to a stop outside a small gallery. The rain was still pelting against the windows of the car.

“Grace has the keys. It will only take a minute. You can stay here if you want.” Grissom said preparing himself for the dash from the car to the door of Grace Crowe’s building.

“Actually if you don’t mind I’d like to look around the gallery.” Sara asked cautiously.

“Okay, sure I’ll get the keys and join as soon as I can.” Grissom said smiling at her nervousness.

“Ready?” Grissom said putting his hand on the door handle.

“Ready” Sara said copying his actions.

They ran the small distance to their respective doorways she smiled when he mouthed the word “Bye” to her as he walked into the building neighbouring the Gallery.

As Sara opened the door the chime of a bell overhead attached to a flashing light made her smile. Within a few seconds a woman emerged from behind a screen on the other side of the room. She was a silver haired woman in her mid to late sixties. Sara wondered if she had known Grissom’s mother.

“Can I help you with anything?” the woman asked as Sara walked further into the quiet space.

“No thanks, I’m waiting for someone.” She said, now barely looking at the assistant. Sara’s attention was taken up with a massive canvas the filled one wall of the gallery. It was a landscape she thought, but unlike anything she’d ever seen.

“It’s pretty impressive, isn’t it?” Said the woman who was now standing behind her.

“Oh, yes it’s beautiful.” Sara said honestly. “Is it a landscape?”

“Yes, very good; although most people don’t get that right away. It’s the Rain forest.” She said.

“Wow, it’s awesome. How many different greens are in there?” Sara asked, almost reaching out to touch the canvas.

“I think the artist used about 17 different blends” Grissom’s voice echoed through the room. “That’s why my mother loved it some much.” He said as he reached them.

“Gilbert, you’re here already.” The small woman yelled. “Why didn’t you call me? I would have picked you up at the airport.” She finished by pulling him in for a tight hug.

“That’s okay, we rented a car.” Grissom said embarrassed, his eyes resting on Sara once more. Sara bit back a giggle at the expression on his face. It took Grace a minute to realize that he said we and then looked from Sara to him and back again.

“Oh, you brought someone with you. It’s very nice to meet you dear. I’m Grace Crowe. I was a very good friend of Gilbert’s mother.” Grace said practically pulling Sara’s arm out of her socket shaking her hand.

“Grace this is Sara Sidle, she is my… I mean we work… she’s my … “ Grissom was for the first time in his life stuck for words.

“I’m a friend.” Sara managed to say before Grace cut in.

“Well I’m glad to see you both. I’m just covering for Alex; he had to pop out for a minute. You’re probably looking for the keys. I’ll be back in a flash.” Grace said as she headed out the door.

“She’s really… Something” Sara said giggling trying to find the right word.

“Yes she is.” Grissom said smiling. “Do you like this?” Grissom asked, pointing to the painting. He had walked up and stood behind her; his breath tickling her neck.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” Sara was trying to concentrate on the painting but failing miserably. “It’s what I imagine the real thing would look like I guess.” Grissom’s hands had just begun to stroke Sara’s arms when the door swung open.

“Here we are.” Grace’s voice shattering the moment.” My goodness it’s raining cats and dogs out there. Okay, you know which key is which, don’t you Gil?” Grace rattled on, seemingly oblivious to what was going on.

“Yes I do, thank you Grace. I’ll call you tomorrow and let you know when we‘re done.” Grissom said taking the keys from the smiling woman.

“You ready?” Grissom asked Sara.

“Yeah... Yes.” Sara said taking one last look at the painting.

“You really do like that don’t you?” Grissom asked Sara as she passed him heading to the door.

“Yes, your mother had great taste.” She said smiling at him.

“So does her son” Grace said as she walked back to the counter smiling.

Sara opened the door wearing a radiant blush. She was followed by a smiling Grissom.

They arrived at the house a little after 6pm. Sara was shocked at just how close to the sea it was. Although the rain and wind hadn’t died down, it still held a certain beauty. The house was two stories, painted white with blue shutters on all the windows. It had a porch that ran the length of the house. It had a small garden and a garage just off to the left at the back of the house. It wasn‘t what Sara had imagined when she pictured Grissom’s home but then she didn‘t quite know what to expect.

They made it to the porch without getting completely soaked although Sara’s hair had started to curl. Grissom wrestled with the lock for a moment and pushed the door open.

“After you” He said as he stood aside to let her pass. The house was bright and airy and although the furniture was covered, there was a real sense of home about the place. Pictures and paintings adorned every wall. There was even a butterfly or two dotted here and there.

“Christmas presents” Grissom said, answering her unasked question. “I sent those after I graduated from collage.” Grissom said walking up to the small case that hung in the hallway.

“They’re beautiful” Sara said watching him as he stroked the glass of the picture lost in another memory. Sara started to feel like an intruder all of a sudden. “Why don’t I go get us some groceries and you can get settled?”

Grissom nodded and watched as she headed back out into the rain. It was strange to have her here in this place that held so much of who he was; stranger still was the fact that he wasn’t afraid . He smiled and went about making the rooms more comfortable, he stripped the covers from the furniture and turned on the heating to warm up the chilly rooms. He wanted to air out the place but with the storm outside he thought it a bad idea to open the windows. Before he knew it an hour has passed by and Sara still wasn’t back. He sat down on the couch and busied himself reading one of his mother’s gallery brochures.

Sara had gotten lost. She struggled with the bags in the rain promising herself never to offer to shop in a town she had never been to. Every store she passed was closed. When she found an open store they only had the bare essentials - milk, tea, coffee and a small assortment of groceries. She did as best she could and headed back to the house.

When she opened the door she called out to Grissom. When he didn’t answer, Sara put the shopping in the kitchen and she began to search the rooms. When she found him, Sara couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight before her. Grissom was sitting upright holding a magazine fast asleep. She closed the open pages and slipped the magazine from his grip.

“Grissom.” Sara whispered. Grissom stirred and smiled “Hey, I thought you went back to Vegas“ He said not fully awake.

“I got lost. “ Sara said, still whispering. “Why don’t you go up to bed and rest for a while. Sleep for a couple of hours and then I'll make us something to eat.” She said stroking his hair.

“No, I’m fine just give me a minute.” Grissom said trying to wake up.

“Look you’re exhausted, there’s no point fighting it. I promise to wake you up in a while.” Sara said.

“You should get some rest too, why don‘t we rest together?” Grissom said giving her a cheeky grin.

“I'm fine I told you I slept for a while before you picked me up; besides I want you to rest, and if I go with you then I think we both know that won’t happen.” She said pulling him from the chair into her embrace.

Sara walked him to the foot of the stairs and kissed him gently. "I'm not going anywhere." She said. Reluctantly he climbed the wooden staircase and found his old bedroom. He lay down on the bed convinced that he wouldn’t sleep.

Sara awoke to the sound of dishes being moved around. There was a wonderful smell of coffee wafting its way around the house. When she opened her eyes and looked around it was only then she realized she was lying on Grissom’s mothers couch. She had fallen asleep.

“Damn it” Sara said out loud as she tried to sit up.

“Good Morning.” Grissom said as he peered from his spot in the door way.

“Hey, I’m so sorry. What time is it?” Sara asked fighting a yawn.

“About seven thirty am.” Grissom said fighting a grin.

“What? I must have fallen asleep while I was reading. I’m so sorry.” Sara now totally embarrassed.

“It’s okay Sara.” Grissom said crossing to the room to the couch. Sara had sat up and was hiding her embarrassment in her hands.

“You were tired; if it makes you feel better I only woke up an hour ago.” He said taking her hands from her face.

“Come on, you’ll feel better after you eat something.” Grissom said pulling her up into a standing position. Sara stood up and glanced out the window. It was still raining hard but the wind had died down. Over breakfast Grissom told her that Grace had organized a storage company to collect what ever he wanted to keep. The rest she would take to good will.

“Okay” said Sara “Well, the sooner we start the sooner we’re finished. I'm just going to change and I'll be right with you." Sara said heading for the stairs.

Grissom hadn’t been kidding when he said they had a lot of work ahead of them. The attic was crammed full of old trunks, crates, and boxes most of which had something written on them. Sara let out a sigh. "Well you did warm me I suppose." She said smiling. "Where do you want me?"

"You can start with those if you'd like" Grissom said pointing to a large pile of boxes on the other side of the attic.

Time passed and as they worked Grissom made three piles - storage, goodwill and trash. Sara had been sorting through each box in turn, asking him if she wasn’t sure which pile the contents should go in. She found a smaller box inside of an old trunk. The box was as big as most of the other boxes in the room but this one was different. It had written in a child’s hand writing “Property of Gilbert Grissom.” Sara smiled as she ran her finger along the writing.

“Just what are you smiling at Miss Sidle; should I be worried?” Grissom asked noticing that Sara hadn’t moved in a few minutes.

“Oh I don‘t know.” Sara said holding up the box. “It all depends on what you have in here.”

Grissom’s mouth hung open in shock. “I don’t believe it.” Grissom said. “I can’t believe she kept this.” He walked over to where Sara stood, his eyes never leaving the box in her hands. Taking the box from her, he sat down on the old trunk and opened the box gently and carefully as if it were so delicate he might damage it just by holding it.

Inside were piles of papers and books. There were other smaller boxes and piles of old beaten up baseball cards wrapped in elastic bands. There was also a stack of hard backed note books with Gilbert Grissom written in the same hand that had been on the box. He picked one up and read it aloud. “Subject Number one.” When he opened it, his smile grew from normal to something she had never seen before. His eyes were sparkling.

“What is it?” Sara asked, curious to what was behind such a smile. Grissom tilted the book at an angle so Sara could see it was a picture of a dead something. Sara wasn’t quite sure what it was. Grissom seeing her confusion explained.

“When I was about ten years old I found this washed up on the beach. I had a science project due and this seemed the perfect opportunity to expand my knowledge in anatomy.” Grissom said lost in the memory. “Since that day I would go out to look out for anything that washed up. Mom agreed to let me used the garage to dissect them.”

“Wasn’t she worried about you?” Sara asked. Noticing the look her question got she apologized “Sorry I didn’t mean any…” She didn’t get to finish her sentence.

“It’s okay, I’m sure she did but she never showed it." Grissom said.
"She never told me to stop or forced me to do something else with my time. I think she already knew I wasn’t going to be captain of the football team so she just let me find my own way.” Grissom paused for a moment and closed the book. “I think after my father passed away she was just happy that I was happy.” Sara nodded and smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She placed a kiss on his cheek and met his eyes. They shared a moment of something, understanding, compassion, neither could place it but it was filled with love and it made her want to be with him all the more.

Grissom placed the book back in the box, pulling out a small wooden case. He was almost giddy as he undid the clasp. “When I was learning to sign my mother invented this game. She would sign a quote from a book or a movie and I had to answer where it came from. As I got older the questions changed but when ever I would have a problem or she was worried about something we would play. Somehow it made it easier to talk about it.” Grissom said with a hint of sadness in his words. “I miss her.” He said, his sad words making Sara’s heart ache.

“She sounded like a very special women. I wish I could have met her.” Sara said, holding him even closer.

“Me too.” Grissom said. “Come on, lets get this finished and I’ll treat you to the best seafood in all of California.

They soon finished the last of the boxes and began taking the ones for storage down to the hallway for collection. Grissom took out the trash and left the boxes for goodwill in the garage. They were both filthy and were covered in dust and cobwebs. Grissom picked up the documentation for the storage company and looked at Sara.

“You go take a shower, I’ll fill these out and then I’ll see about getting us a reservation for dinner.”

“Would you mind if we stayed in instead?” Sara asked. “I’m pretty tired.”

“Sure, that’s fine we can order in. Go take your shower.” He smiled as she climbed the stairs.

Sara had finished showering and was dressing in his room when he called out and told her was washing up. She stripped off the damp towel and slipped on her underwear. Looking in her bag she suddenly had an idea. She opened the doors of the wardrobe that was in his room and smiled.

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When Grissom returned to the sitting room, Sara had arranged some pillows on the floor and was sitting on them in front of the now blazing fire. She was wearing one of his old denim shirts and a pair of grey sweats.

“Hey.” Sara said trying not to sound as nervous as she felt.

“Hey.” Grissom answered. He walked further into the room taking in the changes that had been made. Sara had pushed the two armchairs nearer to the fire but had placed cushions at the foot of each chair. The small coffee table had been moved closer to the fire; on it were a bottle of wine and two glasses. Sara sat with her legs tucked under her, resting her back against the heavy armchair.

“You look nice” Grissom said as he sat down facing her.

“I hope you don’t mind.” Sara said blushing although the fire’s glow was masking it very well.

“Not at all, as a matter of fact, this was one of my favourite shirts.” Grissom said reaching out and touching the collar of the shirt. The denim has softened with washing and time and the colour had faded but he wore it until he had out grown it. “That’s probably why my mother kept it.” Grissom said meeting Sara’s eyes. Still toying with the collar of the shirt, he pulled her gently toward him.

“It looks better on you.” Grissom said, as he leaned in to capture her lips. Sara felt a rush of anticipation as he got closer. This was it. They were going to make love for the first time. He was going to touch her, and taste her and fulfil every fantasy she ever had about those eyes and those hands and god why was it taking so long for him to kiss her.

Grissom watched as her tongue peeked out and licked her lips. God, he thought his heart would stop when he met her gaze. He watched the flames dance in her eyes not sure if it was the reflection of the fire or the underlying passion that had been so carefully hidden.

This was it. He was going to initiate what would be a meeting of their bodies and souls. He was sure that once he started to kiss her things would quickly move to the next level. God he wanted her. She smelled of soap and honey, her hair was wet and curling by the heat of the fire. Their lips where an inch from each other when their door bell broke the spell.

“The food. I ordered take out” Grissom said as he mumbled out an explanation for the intrusion. Embarrassed he tried to stand, hitting his knee off the coffee table in the process.

“Oh Great.” Sara said slightly disappointed at the loss of what was sure to be an amazing kiss, she couldn’t help but giggle at his misfortune watching him hobble away toward the door. Sara wondered if Grissom felt as dizzy as she did. She had been hungry earlier but the butterflies that had begun to flutter in her belly had made eating something almost impossible.

Grissom returned with the cartons and chopsticks. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I got a selection if that’s okay?” Grissom asked nervously. “I mean I know you like Chinese, you eat that a lot at work.”

“That’s fine. I’m really hungry” Sara said lying through her teeth. The meal passed without much conversation. Grissom enjoyed the fact that they could sit in relative silence not feel the need to fill it with nervous banter. He couldn’t remember a time when he was more relaxed and it made him smile. Sara was smiling too he watched as she finished eating and sipped at her wine. Grissom had an idea and stood up.

“Are you okay?” Sara asked as he walked to the boxes in the hallway. Grissom didn’t answer her. Instead he continued to search through the boxes. Finding what he was looking for he smiled and pulled the wooden box that held the game his mother and he had played.

“You want to play?” Grissom asked. The innocence in his question made her heart ache. She nodded her answer for fear that speaking would give away the emotions that rushed through her.

Grissom returned to his place in front of the fire and refilled their glasses. He opened the box and pulled one of the many cards. “Okay, here’s how you play. It’s very simple. I read a quote and you have to guess who, what or where it’s from.” Grissom said. Seeing there was still some confusion he read out the card he was holding. “Action is eloquence, a writer and poet” Grissom said giving her a moment he gave the answer. “William Shakespeare.” He said, smiling.

“Wow. You’re quoting Shakespeare, what a shock.” Sara said “You know maybe this won’t be such a hard game after all.” Grissom pinched his mouth stifling a grin.

They played for a while; they laughed and giggled their way through the cards. Grissom watched as the competitive side of Sara came out in full colour. “That’s cheating. “ Sara said giving him her worst stare “You’re cheating.” She said again throwing the card at him.

“I am not” Grissom said “That’s a real quote.”

“That maybe a quote but I thought it had to be a famous quote.” Sara said huffing back against the base of the chair.

“My mother was famous, to me.” Grissom said reaching out and picking up the card that had landed by his feet. Sara immediately felt bad. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to offend you.” Sara couldn’t look at him. She was embarrassed and for the first time since she had woken up that day she felt awkward and out of place. Seeing her discomfort he took another card from the box.

"Love is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death. A movie” Grissom said meeting Sara’s gaze.

“Auntie Mame.” Sara said almost immediately. “When I was younger one of my foster mothers liked the movies. Annie would take me to this old movie theatre every Sunday for the matinee.” Sara said at Grissom’s surprised expression. “Oh and I think you meant LIFE is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death. Not love.” Sara said feeling triumphant at having proven Grissom wrong.

Grissom sat the card back into the box and leaned over to her. “I know what I meant.” He said as his eyes locked with hers. It took Sara a second to realize just what he had meant and she smiled.

Their movements where slow and deliberate. Neither wanted to rush this, Grissom captured her mouth in a deep and sensual kiss pulling her up onto her knees. He lifted his hand to her cheek feeling the heat of the fire on her soft skin. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and turned them both laying Sara down where he had been sitting. Feeling his body on top of her made Sara’s whole body buzz with arousal. Grissom pulled back and met her eyes.

“I want to touch you Sara.” Grissom said. ”May I?” He asked as his finger gently brushed her hair.

“Yes” Sara whispered. She lifted her head up far enough to take his mouth once more.

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Grissom watched the fire die down to embers, he wanted to put more wood on to keep it burning but he didn’t want to move from the position he was in. He was lying on the cushions naked apart from a throw his mother has draped on the back of the sofa. Lying half on top of him was a sleeping Sara.

He lifted his head and looked at her. He still couldn’t believe she was here. She stirred in her sleep turning around and laying on her other side the movement causing the blanket to slip down revealing her bare back.

He let his hand glide along her skin remembering what it felt to touch it for the first time.

He mind drifted back to the familiar feel of the fabric of her shirt as he skilfully undid the buttons. How she arched her back upward as he slid the shirt open revealing her bare breasts to him for the first time. The taste of her skin as he licked, and kissed his way across the firm mounds of soft flesh. The feel of her nipple brushing against his lips as he nibbled and sucked it to attention.

Memories of the intense heat as he slid his hand higher and higher along her thigh filled his head. How white the lace of her panties where against the rough worn skin of his hands. The overwhelming rush of pleasure as he slipped his hands beneath the delicate lace finding her moist heat. The look in her eyes as his fingers slid into her core.

The husky moans of need and passion that filled the room as his hand pumped her again and again. His thumb finding the hidden bundle of nerves that caused her to buck and grind against his hand.

Her pleas for more, for him to be rougher, to do it harder awoke something primal in him. What happened next was more a blur to him now as his passion took control he closed his eyes trying to replay the moment when they became one.

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Lying on her side watching the fire die Sara lay awake, her body was aching in all the right ways. She knew he would be amazing but none of her fantasies had him quite so skilled in his love making. She remembered how he pinned her down when she tried to touch his rigid cock, the look in his eyes as he shook his head.

“I’m too close” Grissom said began franticly pulling at his own clothes. “I want to be inside you”.

Sara remembered the tension in the air as he slid her underwear along her legs. How he met her eyes as he hovered over her body. How he used his hands to push her thighs apart. His eyes had locked with hers asking the question he daren’t speak.

“Yes” had been her answer. She closed her eyes remembering the sound of tearing and Grissom grunting as he covered his hard dick in rubber. The feeling as he slid the head of his cock into her core. He had been so careful not hurt her.

She remembered the sheer size of him; the feeling of her body being pushed further than ever before. The memories of their first time made her ache with need as her arousal began to stir once more she closed her eyes and let her mind drift to the night before.


“Now please, I need it all.” Sara called out unsure if it was really her own voice that had uttered such wanton words. No further encouragement was needed as Grissom plunged into her. Sara’s cries filled the room. “Oh… Yes… oh.” Sara cried out lost in a tidal wave of pleasure.

He thrust into her again and again pushing her closer and closer to climax.

“Oh shit… oh Gil… don’t stop, so close. Fuck me harder, I want it harder please. Oh please.” Sara’s words had driven Grissom’s need to new heights He complied, pounding her again and again harder and rougher than he ever thought he would be with her.

He had always imagined her to be a quiet partner a few grunts and humming but not this. Not this fucking hot mouth that was begging him to give her everything he had.

“Fuck, Sara I’m going to come.” Grissom Said. Raising himself up he lifted her legs over his shoulders and pushed into her. A few thrusts later and Sara’s world exploded in climax.

Sara thrashed and pushed as she tried to stop his thrusts but Grissom was a man on the edge and a train wouldn’t have stopped him. He slammed into her again and again until he released a guttural moan and slumped forward.

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“Good morning. “ Grissom said spooning her, his semi hard shaft nesting between the cheeks of her ass.

“Good morning to you too.” Sara said smiling deliberately grinding against his body.” Did you sleep well?” Her question innocently asked, as her hands slid behind her and down to his now fully awake cock.

“Very well Miss Sidle and you?” Grissom asked trying to sound equally as innocent but falling just short as his body thrust into her grip.

“Fine, thank you” Sara said her grin becoming a full smile.

Not to be out done he slid his hand down along her back and over her ass lifting her leg he cupped her sex from behind. Sara released a moan of approval as his hand found her clitoris. He began to make small circles lightly turning over her most sensitive nerves. His thumb dipping into her core. Sara reached for the purple box that had been thrown beside the fireplace. Taking out a condom she offered it to Grissom who smiled and took the small packet.

She was wet and ready for him. Without warning he lined his body up and forced his hard shaft into her core. He pumped slowly; his whole body was against hers. The feeling of being inside her, being at one with her overwhelmed him. Her hands had reached behind and captured his head pulling his mouth down to her neck. Their lovemaking wasn’t as frantic as it had been the night before. There was a reverence in the way they moved together.

Sara began to run her hands over her own body touching her breast pulling and pinching the nipple hard until it puckered up to attention. Grissom watched as her hands moved south her long fingers disappeared into the nest of brown curls between her legs.

“Jesus, I’m going to … Sara I’m close.” Grissom grunted his breath was choppy and fast. Sara began to stroke her clit working her body to climax. He pumped her harder as he watched her fingers dance in and out of her: body brushing his shaft as he pumped her.

“Now, now oh God…“ Sara shouted as her orgasm took her. Grissom thrust his hips once more loosing himself in his own climax. Sweating and shivering in the aftermath of orgasm He needed to tell her. He wanted to be able to give his feelings a voice.

“Sara, I… I…” Grissom stuttered unsure if he should say what he whole body felt.
Sara turned around and pulled him to her. Searching his eyes she could see his internal battle.

“Sssssh.” Sara said as she put her fingers over his mouth. “It’s okay. I feel it too.” The tears welling in her eyes as she leaned in and kissed him.

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As Grissom closed the door of the car he looked across at Sara, she was glowing he was sure of it. He fastened his seat belt and turned on the engine. He looked at the house as he backed out of the driveway.

“Are you okay?” Sara asked “I know it must be hard to let it go. I mean you have so many wonderful memories here.” Sara said reaching over and resting her hand on his thigh. The touch was comforting and something she wouldn't have done yesterday but it made his heart swell with emotion, they had reached a new level in their relationship and he was relaxed and happy far from where he thought he'd be after such a big step.

“I’m okay." He said meaning his words. "I’m sad to say goodbye but the memories I’ll always have.” Grissom said looking from her to the house. “I think it deserves to have a family live there again. The rooms should be filled with laughter and noise. It’s what she would have wanted.” Grissom paused and looked at Sara “I’m glad I got to share my last memory of here with you.” Sara leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Me too.” Sara said smiling.

“Come on lets go home.” Grissom said as he turned his car toward the airport and home.

The End.

Thanks for reading hope you liked it!

HiGuys!!

URL: http://community.livejournal.com/geekfiction/1078882.html

You have to read this,If you havent already. It reminded me of why it is I love reading Fan Fiction.

Enjoy!
- poppie_lee

Hi all,
I haven't been around in the longest time RL sucks when it doesn't allow you time to do the things you love to do.

I have given in my notice at work and am feeling very happy and relaxed about it.I'm finished in June and will become a full time stay at home slave and be with my kids. Thanks to everyone who took the time to share their thoughts with me on my dilemma which helped me make my choice.

Well it's been a crazy few weeks but the best part of it was YUKy. For those of you who haven't a clue what the hell I'm on about it was the YTDAW UK CSI get together.

A group of us met in Manchester for a weekend of SQUEEEEEING!and Drooling! we had the best time. We got a lovely bag full of CSI goodies which included badges, CSI tape, CSI plasters,a Fic which was written for YUKy (Which I co wrote with Amanda,and Cherie) And a wonder full CD with four GSR VIDS made by some very talented people.

We had a blast and I met some amazing friends. The vids link is below please go and watch them they are great and every time I see them I remember sitting in Jo's room Drooling and SQUEEEEEEEEING very loudly at a 6x6 projection of everything that is GSR and CSI on her wall, I cant believe they didn't throw us out we were very vocal in our praise for the Haaaaaawtness that is Billy and Jorja.(Pic below)

The other pics are from our own CSI crime scene we had all been given cards the day before which had character info on them we were all playing characters in the crime scene. I didn't get to be a CSI I played a cleaner I chose to rise to the occasion and sing a song for all the girls (I've got a pain in my mop head) they loved it!!! LOL

The vids are in two parts ENJOY!!!!!!


PART 1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYGImMRvWug

PART 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7I3J1eTvP2Q&feature=related

I know the girls won't mind me posting so pics from YUKY, and here's to the next one.

Keeping The Faith!!

Poppie x x x.

Hi all, popping in to share for a bit.
I'm planning on returning to the land of the stay at home slave this summer, I know, I know I can hear all the working women throw there bra's at me and yell but I can say without a doubt I have tried both styles of living and I chose stay at home.

I had been the "Mom" thing for 8 years to my lovely girls but my hubby posed the question what did I want to do with myself after the girls were in school. It sort of hit me that I hadn't really me myself a career before I got pregnant. So I decided to return to work full time.

That was over a year ago and what a year it's been tragedy struck early when I miscarried my third child. I think work sort of saved me back then no time to dwell on it and all that.

I have been promoted several times this year and now I've reached more or less as far as I want to go. As much as I liked working, every time one of the kids were sick or if something was upsetting them I'd go to work feeling like a failure as a mother.

So I ask all of you guys advice and encouragement is needed am I making the right choice.

Your opinion is greatly required and much appreciated.

Poppie x x x.