Hi, again, everyone! Well, this first chapter took about an hour to write, with three more hours trying to figure out the title! LOL. Seriously, at one point, I was staring at my bottle of Mountain Dew and considering naming the story Mountain Dew. Yum... Well, anyway, here is my first attempt at a multi chap CSI story. I'm very excited about this, and I hope everyone else will be, too. Also, I'm very open to ideas and suggestions right now! And right here, it IS GSR! I love GSR! *hugs s1-4 of CSI* Ahem... Anyway, enjoy...
Dislcaimer: Not mine!
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Sara grinned as she yawned and stretched, then headed into the living room. She could hear the TV, and somehow she knew it was the Discovery Channel. Running a hand through her thick hair, she walked around the couch and sat down beside her husband.
When she sat down beside him, Grissom lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, then turned his head and kissed her temple. "Good morning," he murmured into her hair.
She smiled and snatched the remote from him, resting her back against his side as she changed the channel.
He nudged her head with his. "Hey, I was watching that."
She snorted. "You were," she corrected as she started to channel surf.
He shook his head and gently pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.
She finally turned the TV off and tossed the remote aside. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and turned her head, brushing her lips softly against his.
He groaned softly, his grip tightening on her as he slowly deepened the kiss. His hand wandered under her shirt, and as he continued the kiss, his fingertips danced lightly across her skin.
She shivered, pressing herself closer to him. "Gil..."
His fingers played slowly with the soft fabric of her bra. "Hmm?"
She carefully slid out of his arms and stood up, offering him her hand.
He grasped her hand and stood, but as he rose to his full height, his knees buckled beneath him.
Seeing this, Sara's eyes widened, and she wrapped her arms around his waist to steady him. "Hey, hey, easy..." she murmured, worry evident in her eyes.
His head suddenly started to pound, and he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Worried, Sara gently led him to the bedroom, keeping an arm around his waist the entire time. When they reached the bed, she gently urged him down onto it. It was a testament to how he was feeling when he didn't argue with her, and she studied him for a moment before leaving his side to get Tylenol and a glass of water.
When she came back, he was sitting up in the bed, his face pale but alert. She handed him the Tylenol and kissed his head after he swallowed the two pills dry. "You okay?" she whispered, easing herself onto the bed with him.
He nodded, rubbing his temple as she snuggled into his side. "I'm fine," he insisted, willing the pain away.
He was still tense, so she pulled away and rested her head on his shoulders. As gently as she could, she guided his head and shoulders down to her lap.
He fought against her for a moment, but when she started to run her fingers through his hair, he gave in and snuggled into her. "I'm fine," he insisted, his eyes drifting shut.
She smiled and let her free hand wander under his shirt. "I know. You're always fine, aren't you?"
He smiled. "You know me too well, Sidle."
"I just let you think that, Grissom," she said with a snort.
He sighed softly, running his hand over her leg as his headache finally eased.
As the tension bled from his body, she started to relax herself, but she continued to caress his hair.
Finally he turned over and looked up at her. "You really are too good to me, Sara," he murmured, taking her hand.
She squeezed his hand, watching him carefully as he sat up and kissed her tenderly. She wasn't sure what had just happened, but as he kissed her, she felt all of that slowly fade away. He eased her back against the pillows and pressed his body against hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He met her eyes and smiled softly, touching his forehead to hers.
She bit her lower lip. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?" she whispered, smoothing his hair back.
He nodded confidently. "I'm fine," he promised, nuzzling her neck with his nose.
An argument started to form in her mind, but it was gone again as soon as he kissed her again.
I'll keep an eye on him, she promised herself as he began playing with the waistband of her pajama pants. He's probably just getting a cold, and he'll be fine. He'll be fine...
He kissed her again, chasing all thoughts from her mind as she held him close to her.
TBC...
A/N: For the first time, I'm actually not going to jump right into things in the first chapter. I'm excited about this and I want to take my time with it. Okay, I guess that's really code for I have two ideas and can't decide which way to go. Anyone else know how that feels? And now, back to my Mountain Dew! MWHAHAHAHAHA! *lightning appears in the middle of the day* Ahem... well... please review!
