Chapter One
Sara woke with a start, a scream lodged in her throat. The dream slowly dissolved, but the fear remained. It had been three months since she had watched Daniel Harris, her stalker, being taken away to prison. Three months, since she and Greg moved in together.
It had been her idea considering neither of them wanted to remain in their old apartments. Too many terrible memories.
She reached out beside her, her hand touched a shoulder. She relaxed, closing her eyes as she leaned back against her pillow. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed.
She had been having the dreams for the past three months. It didn't matter how they started, they all ended the same way. Greg dead by the stalker's hand.
Sara looked over at him, sleeping next to her. Needing to touch him, to reassure herself he was really there, she ran a hand through his hair. He moved slightly and she smiled. Her hand moved to touch his face then down his arm.
The feel of his skin under her fingers soothed her. She leaned over and kissed him. Greg moved closer to her and returned the kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer to him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers spearing into his hair.
Sara moved onto her back, bringing Greg on top of her. He was fully awake now and it sent liquid fire coursing through her veins. The nightmare was burned away as Greg kissed his way down her body. He took a breast into his mouth and the fire became an inferno. She arched toward him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Greg," she moaned as waves of emotions washed over her.
The world fell away as Greg ravished her breasts. She closed her eyes, giving herself to him, letting him take her away. He moved further down her body, kissing and licking her skin. Her skin burned and the fire raged, her stomach tightening.
Sara buried her fingers in his hair as he spread her knees with his hands. Her arousal grew, becoming nearly unbearable. She gasped as he kissed her inner thighs. She cried out as his tongue laved at her hidden treasure.
She was lighter than air and her heart soared to new heights.
Greg climbed up her body, stopping to suckle on her breasts once again. She moaned his name, the tension winding her tight. She wanted to explode with passion.
He took her mouth with his, their tongues dancing. She deepened the kiss, wanting all of him.
Sara moaned as he slipped inside her. She wrapped her legs around him, driving him deeper inside her, filling her completely. He moved slowly within her, fanning the flames that licked at her body.
She rolled them over, her on top. She gazed at him, a wave of love and passion flowing through her. She ran her hands on his chest, reveling in the feel of his skin.
"Sara," Greg whispered as he filled his hands with her breasts.
She arched into his hands as she began to move. He thrust up into her, bringing a moan from her. She increased her pace, her hands planted firmly on his chest. All her thoughts were on the pleasure and passion wrapped around her, inside her.
Greg grabbed her thighs and matched her frantic pace. He cried out her name as he released deep inside her. She followed shortly as the world exploded around her.
Greg slowly floated back down to earth. He opened his eyes and glanced at Sara. She slept peacefully half-way on top of him. He smiled slightly as he brushed her hair off her face.
She was beautiful even in sleep and his heart melted. He kissed her forehead, causing her to move slightly.
He didn't think he could love her more, but each day it grew. He thought he might burst with love for her.
He knew something was wrong with her, though. He knew she was having nightmares. He had woken one night to find her thrashing and mumbling his name. He had calmed her and held her through the night.
He had tried to talk to her about it, but she brushed him off.
"They're just dreams, Greg," she had said.
Greg hadn't brought it up again, but he knew she still had them. He was concerned and wanted to help her before it grew worse.
I love her too much to let it go, he thought as sleep claimed him.
Greg and Sara walked into the lab and headed toward the locker room. They went to their lockers and Greg saw the opportunity to talk to her about her nightmares.
"You had another one last night, didn't you?" He asked as he opened his locker and took off his jacket.
Sara was silent for several minutes and he looked over at her. She had her hand on the latch to her locker, her head down. Concern filled him and he went over to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she glanced at him.
"I'm fine, Greg," she said as she pulled open her locker. "It's nothing, just dreams."
"You've been having them nearly every night," he told her, surprising her.
She stared at him, her expression told him she had no idea he knew. He smiled slightly at her and pushed a stray hair behind her ear.
"You're nightmares aren't quiet, Sara. You hit me in the face twice two weeks ago. Not too mention waking up screaming."
She averted her eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry. I didn't know they were violent."
"What are they about?"
She shut her door and shook her head. He sighed as well, knowing she wasn't about to tell him. It frustrated him she didn't want to confide in him. He watched her leave, wondering what would get her to open up to him.
Maybe I should hold her down and tickle her to death, he thought with a smile.
He went back to his locker and changed his shirt. He closed the door and hurried to the staff meeting. He stepped through the door just as Grissom began handing out the assignments.
"Glad you could join us," Grissom said as Greg sat next to Sara.
"Sorry," he said as he glanced at Sara, who shook her head, smiling.
"Catherine, you and Greg have a homicide at the Tangiers. Sara, you and I have a drowning in a backyard pool. The mother thinks it's suspicious. Nick and Warrick, missing persons."
Greg followed Catherine to the SUV and he wondered if she would be able to help him with Sara. He doubted it, but he needed a way to get her to open up and maybe Catherine could provide it.
He put his kit in the back then climbed into the passenger's seat. Catherine climbed in behind him and started the car. He sighed as she pulled out of the parking lot.
"So we have a lot of catching up to do," Catherine said as she easily drove through traffic. "How have you been?"
Greg smiled slightly, glad she had given him a way to tell her about Sara's nightmares.
"I'm fine," he answered. "I moved in with Sara three months back."
"Nick told me about the stalker incident. I was wondering if you two were doing all right."
"Sara's having nightmares," he said. "She won't tell me what they're about. She doesn't want to talk about them. I'm worried about her."
Catherine glanced at him before turning her eyes back to the road. They pulled into the parking lot of the Tangiers and found a parking place.
"You know she's never been one for talking about what's wrong with her."
"I'm afraid they'll get worse. Freddy Krueger worse."
Catherine smiled slightly, "I doubt they'll get that bad. She'll talk to you when she's ready. Don't force her or she'll never talk."
Greg sighed. She was right, but it didn't help matters at all. He didn't want to wait until Sara was ready. He wanted to know now so he could help her.
"It's frustrating," he said as he ran a hand through his hair.
"I know, but be patient. She'll tell you."
"I hope so," he said as he climbed out of the SUV.
He grabbed his kit and followed Catherine into the Tangiers.