A/N: Hey there! I'm a reg on FF but this is my first CSI fic. Just got into it in the last month or so and have bought all the dvds. Amazing. I hope you like this. Might be a little OOC but as I said it's my first CSI fic so I'm just trying to get their characters right. I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine. And if I owned CSI Grissom would keep the beard for ever and ever and ever and ever... and obviously Sara would not leave. This is a one shot but.. I mean if anyone wants a sequel drop a review and we'll see. I'm trying to write a few pieces right now so look out for more writing soon.

Anyway ENJOY!

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"Alright! I'm coming!" Sara yelled as the insistent knocking of he door got even louder. She put down her glass of wine and pushed herself to her feet. Sighing to herself as she crossed the room to fling the door open, the angry diatribe she'd been about to burst into died on her lips.

"Grissom." She breathed the word, taking in his dishevelled appearance, the clothes rumpled from being worn all shift, his hair unruly, curling from the slight precipitation outside. And the air of a man tired beyond his years, a man tired of fighting himself, a man tired of holding out. His eyes sought hers, and with a tenderness and desperation that nearly broke her heart he simply said the words that she'd been waiting years for him to say.

"I need you."

She stepped forward, reaching for him in the same moment that he reached for her, his hands cradling her face as he shuffled forwards. Their foreheads pressed against each others as they gazed, noses brushing, breaths mingling in the air between them. Savouring the moment, the moment before they leapt without a parachute.

Slowly, with his eyes searing into hers, he moved his head, reaching down to kiss her, his lips crushing against hers, bruising and possessive. She gasped, and her lips opened, allowing his tongue entrance into the warm heat of her mouth.

His left hand left her face sliding down the curves of her body to firmly grasp he thigh pulling at it, encouraging her to wrap he legs around him. He grunted against her mouth as her legs settled around him and he carried them backwards into her apartment nudging the door closed behind them.

"Bedroom?" He ground out the word, after tearing his lips from hers. There was no alarm in her from his presumption that they'd jump in the sack after no real conversation about this development in their complicated relationship. In fact she knew, deep down, that this was always going to be the way it ended, on of them (him ultimately) would finally give in. She would either give up and forget it, try to move on without him, or he would give in to it. The emotions he couldn't control bubbling out into a frustration that only had one way of being quenched - Her.

"Over there." she pointed behind her towards an open doorway, before returning her lips to his, like magnets being drawn together.

Lips fused together they stumbled their way to her room. Grissom banged against the door frame, so he turned pressing he back into the door and trying to hoist her higher. As he lifted, his hands under her thighs, her lips slipped from his and he groaned as she began nipping along his jaw line. Turning again he took them the few remaining steps to her bed, dropping her gently onto the mattress and lowering himself over her. It was a frantic scramble to rid each other of their clothes, still engaged in passionate kisses, until finally they were freed. His naked flesh pining hers to the bed. He released he mouth as he moved slightly, balancing his weight more firmly on his forearms. He licked the warm skin of her neck, tongue trailing a pattern to her pulse point before pausing, suckling gently as he slid into her. She gasped, arching her back, and he greedily sucked in air as he tried to control himself, to resist thrusting. As she held him, her walls cradling him most intimately he reached up and brushed her fringe back. Her legs hitched up higher, tugging him in deeper and her hands gripped the sheet beside her, knuckles white, eyes closed.

"Sara." He raised his head from where his forehead lay against her collarbone. "Sara."

Eyelids flickered open to reveal eyes darkened with lust. The frantic pace they had started out with had disappeared, and in its place was a slowness, a tenderness in their lovemaking.

"I love you." The 3 words he'd been battling against since the day he had met her slipped from his lips surprisingly easily.

The corner of her mouth turned up, curling into a smile as a tear slipped from her cheek and she whispered "I love you" back. The tears tracked down her face, a smile so beatific on her face as he finally started moving.

His thumbs brushed the salty drops away, and his mouth joined with hers. Claiming her fully, tongue tangling with hers as they moved, bodies quickly synchronising. She tore her mouth from his trying to gasp air into empty lungs. He moved his face along side hers, lips hovering next to her ear and beard rasping against her cheek.

All his life Grissom had believed in the power that words held, and now he used them. A endless string of words, thoughts, sonnets, quotes. Apologies turned into promises, promises morphed into muddled explanations of past behaviours, before changing to declarations. Soft whispered affirmations. Their lovemaking had become his confessional.

She arched her back, hips surging up, his hands cupping her curves and she trembled around him. His reverently whispered "Forever" rang in her ears as he joined her with reckless abandonment. A guttural groan pulled from his chest.

As their heartbeats slowed he reached to cup her face. Pushing himself on to his forearms from where he had slumped on her.

"Don't"

"What?" He asked confused.

"Stay for a little"

"I'm not leaving. Honey." he said frowning.

"No. I mean. Stay, inside. I like it." she blushed. "I feel.. I feel complete. Stay." She implored.

"Always" he nodded pressing his lips to her forehead.

Carefully he rolled them so she was on top of him. She rested her head on his chest, relaxing with the steady drum of his heart, and silently wondering if this was the only chance she'd get to do this. As if he could hear her silent worrying he lifted her head meeting her eyes.

"I'm not going back Sara. This, this you and me, it's worth everything. I'm sorry I've hurt you and I'm sorry I've given you such reason to doubt me, but I promise you I'll only ever leave if you want me to."

Tears of disbelief rolled down her cheeks, and he leant to her, kissing them away so gently.

She couldn't speak with the realisation of her getting what she'd wanted for so many years. Instead she touched her lips to his, showing her love for him. She couldn't tell the precise moment he slipped from her, lost in the sensations they were creating, but all she knew was that even without him inside the feeling of completeness never left.

As they lay, snuggled together, they slipped into a rare peace filled sleep.