Authors Note: Sorry for the delayed chapters on my other stories and such, but my muse took a long vacation and refused to tell me where it had gone so I was left with no idea :( But after watching the episode 'Play With Fire' I had an idea for a story and here it is! dont forget to R&R, thankyou.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, if it were I would be a very happy person and also Billy would have more scenes with less clothing ;)

Grissom let out a huge sigh when he received the assignments. A DB found on a train track, 'Perfect for Nick and Greg' he thought, Catherine and Warrick could take the young woman found in the Bellagio. That only left Sara. Sofia was using her vacation days to visit her family, after all it was nearly Christmas. He sighed again,
ever since he'd refused her offer of dinner she had been studiously ignoring him. He wanted to apologise, but everytime he was alone with her he couldn't pluck up the courage to, or she would excuse herself claiming she had something to do. And now he was going to have to work with her on a case. The team were already in the break room so he gave out their assignments, leaving him and Sara alone again. She didn't acknowledge his presence, so he coughed lightly,
"Sara, Brass is waiting for us at the New York-New York, a stripper was found dead in the casino," she nodded briefly and headed outside, not once looking him in the eyes.
He followed suit, trying to find the right words, "Sara..." he began to stammer, "D-d-don't you think, maybe we should, you know..." he was cut off by her voice, low and cold "I don't want to ride with you Grissom," she turned away from him and drove off to the scene. He swallowed the huge bile rising in his throat and fought the overwhelming pain that was threatening to build up inside him.

When he reached the scene, she was already out of her car examining the body. Brass met him at the tape, "Harriett Duffy, 28. Security guard found her in a photo booth. Sara's doing a run down," he nodded absently, watching Sara's lithe form working over the stripper's body. He set his kit down next to her's, again fighting the pain when she didn't even turn. He decided to make the first move, "Hey, Sara," she didn't look up, leaving her greeting case-related, "Defense wounds on her wrists and she's got some swelling on her left eye." They continued in silence, Grissom not knowing what to say and Sara not wanting to say anything. Twenty agonising minutes later, they let David take the body and headed away from the scene. In all this time, Sara had not looked his way once. He watched her climb into her car and just as she was about to shut the door he yelled in her direction, walking swiftly to her vehicle. "I-I was just wondering if you... Um, if you,"
she belted her seatbelt and without looking at him she said in a low voice, "Grissom, if you're asking me anything that isn't to do with our case I don't wanna hear it,"
and with that she closed her door and drove back to the lab, leaving him with his bitter thoughts.

*
The hot water pounded down on my back, relieving the tense muscles there. When I reluctantly turned off the shower, wrapping myself in a towel I heard a knock. It was loud and persistent, as though whoever was making the noise had been waiting for a while. I cursed under my breath before tightening the towel around my chest and hurrying to the door.
I realised too late I should of seen who it was before opening the door, especially clad only in a towel. "What are you doing here?" I asked him, shooting an angry glare at him.
He shuffled his feet uncomfortably, clearly embarressed by the fact I am not wearing any clothes; the blush colouring his cheeks and neck give him away. "C-can I come inside?"
I step back, leaving him space to enter before closing the door.

*Grissoms POV*
I don't know what brought me here, I just need to apologise, for everything. For being such an ass for one, for rejecting her, for denying her of my love even though I have never loved anyone or anything as much as I love her. My stomach is doing flips as I approach her door. I know it's the right door though I have never been here before.
I knock and immediately put my hands in my pockets. No answer. I knock again, louder this time. Still no answer. The lights are on and her car was parked up so she's definitely in. One more knock. My heart is beating faster now, there is definitely something wrong. I try the door and am surprised to find it is unlocked. Shutting the door behind me I call out her name, "Sara?" the house is silent. I can feel sweat forming at my temples, if something's happened to her I'll never forgive myself. A loud bang startles me and I half expect her to be standing behind me, confusion on her face. After all I am in her house without her permission. There is another bang and I begin to follow the source.
As I turn the corner, I can smell shampoo and shower gel and I almost turn around and leave. If I caught her in the shower, or just out of the shower there is no way I can leave and I know the self-imposed walls I have built around myself will crumble in my need for her. The last door is streaming light into the hallway, her bedroom I figure. I swallow hard before pushing the door open slowly, preparing for the worst. Never in my life will I forget this moment. Incredible hurt blistering my heart, which I can feel breaking inside me. Shattering piece by piece ever so slowly, as if it's more than willing to make me suffer even more. Hank. Hank, here in Sara's house. In Sara's bedroom.
And in Sara. I can feel sick rising in my throat and turn to leave. This is when she opens her eyes, they aren't open fully and her face is dreamlike but she sees me. Now her eyes open wide and she pulls away from Hank. He turns to see me in her doorway, just as shocked and embarressed as her. She covers herself with the covers and he sits under them,
scanning the room for his clothing. I turn fully and pretty much bolt from the apartment. "Grissom," I hear her shout, it's a weak call and I nearly turn back. But the scene replays in my head and I'm now running as fast as I can to my car. Before I can open my car door, the sick making its way up my throat hurtles itself from my mouth. I step on the gas and the locks in the same second, driving well over the speed limit to my townhouse.

*Sara's POV*
I don't know quite how I ended up here, naked in my bed with Hank. The same Hank that had used me as some little play thing whilst he was away from his girlfriend. Yet, I am here with him, his scent overpowering my senses. His strong arms holding me to him as he thrusts into me. I fight the urge to cry and moan instead, knowing it is what he wants to hear and just for a second what I want to hear too. I close my eyes tight, this way I can forget who it is that's fucking me. A thought comes to me soon after.
At first it shocks me, that I'd ever even think of such a thing, but as I weigh the pros and cons of the idea it occurs to me that it's what I really want. I form him in my mind,
his arms locked around me, him pounding furiously into my body. Now I truly groan, thrusting my hips up to meet him. Something underneath the bed bangs but still we continue to move together. Another bang, hardly even noticeable as we ride onto ecstasy. I open my eyes as I feel the muscles in my stomach tensing, preparing me for orgasm, but what greets me makes me almost throw up. Grissom. Stood in my doorway. Grissom walking in on Hank Peddigrew fucking me. My eyes fly open with shock and I pull myself from Hank's grasp, who has sensed something wrong. He looks to my line of sight and covers himself as do I. Grissom turns and runs from my apartment, I follow him with the sheet around my naked body. "Grissom!" I call but he is already gone.

TBC...