Disclaimer: CSI is not mine, never was, and unfortunately never will be.

This is an experiment, and only an experiment. My first ever AU so I had a zillion people read this chapter; Amanda Hawthorn, thegreatbluespoon, Just Thinking, Kakidoll, JerseyJunk, and Mossley. They all thought it was worthy, and for it to continue, I hope you'll find it worthy too.

The Other Side

Sunset was a town just as beautiful to him as the name suggested. The ride from Barstow was long. Gil had just deposited his latest catch at the local law office, collected his bounty, and was thrilled to be this close to his favorite town.

Dusk was beginning to settle in, and he knew that he had several more miles to go. Reaching up, Gil pushed his black hat down further on his head, and spurred his bay gelding into a high lope and headed for Sunset.

The small town was like any other he had been to: Blacksmith, bank, livery stable, local law enforcement…the usual. Surrounding the town were several cattle barons, but it wasn't just the town Gil enjoyed, it was the people who inhabited it.

Being a bounty hunter, he was gone a lot. Dr. Robbins had given him use of a cabin that was in the middle of his south pasture. Gil owed a lot to the good doctor. Al had removed bullets from his body on more than one occasion. He didn't have many belongings, but when he needed a break from chasing outlaws, it was a place to relax in peace.

He slowed to a soft jog as he entered the town. Several people who were walking along the wooden walkways offered friendly waves as he passed by. Gil waved back courteously, as he reined his horse over to a halt at a hitching post on the edge of town. He noticed how stiff his muscles were from riding, as he swung a leg over, landing heavily on the ground.

The spurs on his heels clanged as Gil tied his horse to the post. He smiled and stepped towards the familiar building; the music and laughter coming from within was echoing out the door. His long black trench coat hid the two six shooters on his hips, a bunched up blue scarf was tied around his neck to protect his face from the sudden harsh winds that would blow up in the desert. Gil pushed one of the swinging doors open and paused in the entry as he looked over the crowd.

"Gil Grissom!"

He smiled and stepped in, "James." Gil shook the extended hand of the local Sheriff as he stood from the card table and nodded to the other men at the table.

"I heard about you bringing down Jack Crocket." Gil could only shrug as the group of men complimented him. "Naw, I'm serious, he was slipperier than a wet rattler."

"Well, a man can't ride very far when he's gut shot." The table erupted in laughter. The liquor the men had consumed was clouding their head, and they found his statement funny.

Gil gave a half wave as he walked over and sat down at his usual table in the corner and looked over the crowd. The piano was full of life, several card games were going, and the girls were entertaining the crowd.

"Well, well, well, look what the wind blew in."

A smile broke through his bearded face and his eyes followed from the shot glass placed before him, up to the face of the woman whom offered it. "Heather, it's always nice to see you."

She sat down and watched as he took a sip of the whiskey. "It's been nearly a month since you've been through."

He sipped the dark burning liquid. "I followed a set of bank robbers down near old Mexico, but it's good to be back."

Heather smiled. "Well, not much has changed around here. Catherine is still her usual self." Gil looked over to the blonde as she straddled the lap of one of the poker players, tipped his hat back and roughly kissed him. "See what I mean?"

He nodded and took another drink, downing the remainder of the liquid as he watched Catherine put her teasing moves on the men playing cards.

Heather turned towards the bar. "Sara, another whiskey please."

Gil sat back in his chair and took a quick glance in the direction of the bar. His eyes locked in on the young brunette pouring the drink. They never left her as she delivered the drink and returned to her task at hand.

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Very." He continued to watch her as she poured more drinks to the men who were bellied up to the bar. "How long has she been here?"

Heather smiled. "Gil, I thought you weren't into paying for sex?"

"I'm not, but…" He continued to gaze over the striking girl behind the bar.

"She's been here a week; very young but she's got a lot of potential. I haven't let her work the floor yet." Heather sat back casually and watched Gil as he watched Sara. "Maybe you could do me a favor."

Gil finally moved his eyes to look at Heather. "What kind of a favor?"

"Well, like I said she's new, and she's never been with a man. I wouldn't think of letting one of these animals have at her…"

"Let me guess...," he interrupted her. "You want me to be her first?" He asked rather intrigued as to where she was going.

Heather smiled. "You are a gentleman, Gil, I know you would treat her right."

"I'm really in no condition to be bedding a young lady." Gil glanced down at his drink trying to act uninterested in the enticing offer.

With a sly smile, Heather moved her hand under the table and between his legs, brushing over his manhood. "No, but it has potential."

Gil smirked as he looked back to the crowd, and watched as Catherine headed up the stairs with the winner of the card game in tow. Heather's offer was very enticing to a man that had been out on the trail for three months straight, and it had been even longer since he had the company of a woman. "On one condition."

"Name it."

"I would really enjoy a bath."

She leaned over and drew in a few sniffs with her nose. "You sure could." Heather let loose a slight chuckle as he playfully narrowed his eyes at her. "I'll arrange it."

Gil watched as Heather approached Sara and proceeded to whisper in her ear. He raised the shot glass to his lips, and without breaking eye contact with the women, he downed the drink. Gil watched as Sara nodded and approached him.

She reached down and took his hand in hers. "This way."

He stood and let her lead him to the back of the brothel. She opened a series of doors and eventually they made it to a room secluded in the far rear of the building.

The room was large, lit and warmed by the fire. A large copper bathing tub sat near the oversized wooden stove. The walls were painted red and he noticed along the far wall stood a large four poster bed. The linins were red, matching the décor of the room. His boots echoed on the hard wood floor, but even it held a certain degree of warmth.

"I'll go draw some water." Sara released his hand and went out back to fetch it.

Gil watched her step out and shed his duster and hat. He sat down on a stool and was removing his boots when she returned, placing the large pails of water near the fire to warm. She gathered more and left them to heat as well. He was unfastening the buttons on his vest when she moved over to him.

"Here, let me help you with that." He lowered his hands nervously and watched as she undid the buttons and helped him out of it before starting on his shirt. "Would you like a shave as well?" Sara let her hand slide down his rough cheek.

He briefly thought for a moment what it would be like to have her shave him. "Maybe a trim."

Sara smiled and after checking the water temperature, returned with a pair of short nosed scissors. She caressed his face several more times before tilting his head.

He dwelled in the feel of her touch, her gentleness as she trimmed his beard, and before he knew it, she was done. His hand instinctively went to his face to feel the results.

"How did I do?"

"Hmm, why don't you feel for yourself."

With a smile she lowered her face next to his and when her face came in contact with his, her body pinged with desire. Gil placed his hands on her hips and gently pushed her away.

"I like it." Sara smiled shyly.

"Me too." He answered seductively.

Sara took a few steps back and cleared her throat. "I think the, um…water's ready."

Gil watched intently as she poured the hot water into the large basin. He toed off his boots without removing his eyes from this creature who had enticed him.

"I'll go outside to give you some privacy," she said and left him.

He couldn't help but sigh as he removed the remainder of his clothes and stepped into the tub. His body was thankful for the soaking. Once Gil was clean, and the water had chilled, he wrapped a towel around his waist. It was then that he noticed his clothes were gone.

The door opened, and Sara re-entered. "Heather had Miguel attend to your horse, and your clothes are being laundered.

"Thank you." He noticed she had changed clothes. She was wearing a cream colored silk robe.

The tension in the room was measureable. He knew she was aware of what was on the agenda for the night, but the last thing Gil wanted was to make her uncomfortable.

Sara moved over to the bed and sat down. "So…I guess it's just you and me."

Gil went to sit beside her, and released an uneasy breath. "Sara, you are a beautiful woman. Heather is just looking out for you. Those other men out there are notorious for being…rough." He took her hand up in his. "I won't hurt you." When she smiled, he dipped down and stole a quick kiss.

It took her by surprise, but the longer his lips lingered on hers, she began to relax. Sara pressed back into him increasing the contact. She felt his tongue move along her lower lip, and her mouth opened to him involuntarily.

His hand came up to cradle her face as he deepened the kiss. They kissed and explored each others' mouths. Gil felt her relaxing and her hands began to move up his bare back and stopped at the nape of his neck. He broke away from her luscious lips and started a trail of kisses along her chin and down her throat. His lips picked up the rumble of her moan as he moved down her neck.

Sara was still nervous about the encounter, but after feeling his lips tenderly pressed to her skin, she knew he was a man of his word. He was slow and his touch was soft, yet it burned her skin.

Gil lowered his hand down her collar bone and slipped it under her robe. His other hand pulled on the sash and freed her body. She couldn't help it; her body collapsed back onto the bed, and never missing a beat, he followed her down.

She brought her hands to his hair and clutched onto his curls as his mouth continued to explore her skin. The combination of him using his tongue and nipping with his teeth was sending her senses into a whole new world; one she had never experienced before.

He pushed the fabric away from her breasts with his face as his lips made their way down to the taut nipple. Gil was affectionate to her in every way. He was slow and sensual, worshiping her body. There had never been a woman that had brought out the sensuality in him as Sara had. He wanted to be gentle and caring; he wanted her to experience something that she was sure to never to receive from any other man.

Sara's hands clawed at his back as he sucked and twirled his tongue around her nipple. She raised her head to watch him in amazement. Her arousal was reaching new heights. When she felt his hand begin to slide down the length of her body, her skin broke out in goose bumps. His hand was rough, but tender, and as he grazed his fingers over her dark curls, she had a feeling she knew what he was going to do. There still was nothing in the world that could prepare her for what she was about to experience.

His fingers slowly slid down, parting her folds, mingling with the wetness from her body. He carefully inserted one finger; her body reacted instantly and bucked against the pressure. "Ahmmm…"

"Shhh," Gil mumbled into her chest before drawing his body up to take possession of her mouth once again. He slowly withdrew his finger and joined it with another one before pushing into her once again.

"Ohhh…." Her body gave yet another slight buck at the sensations he was causing.

After giving a few thrusts with his fingers, Gil pulled them out and removed his towel. "I think you're ready," he whispered against her cheek.

Sara finished removing the robe from her body and lay back on the bed. Her nervousness was beginning to take over once again as he kneeled in front of her. His erection was standing at attention, and Sara couldn't take her eyes off of what was about to enter her body.

Gil leaned over her, taking his weight on his arms. "Honey, you're going to have to relax." He waited for her to nod, but knew she was still tense. His lips recaptured hers, and she became distracted. Gil then penetrated her slowly.

Her lips tore away from his. "Ohh…God."

"Shhhh… just relax." He watched as she bit down on her lower lip. "It's going to hurt a little at first." Again she nodded, but he could tell she was uncomfortable. There was nothing he could do about that. At this point, it was like taking cotton off of a wound; the slower he went, the more the pain was drug out. Gil looked down, and when she closed her eyes, he gave a firm thrust, fully sheathing himself in her.

Sara's hands dug into him as she cried out. "Oww…mmm…it hurts…"

Gil wasn't intending to hurt her; it was the last thing he wanted to do. "I'm sorry, honey, just breathe and try to relax. Shhh." He didn't know how else to soothe the discomfort he was causing her. He was glad that it was him taking her for the first time, because the many ranch hands that frequented the brothel he knew would never have allowed her time to adjust. They would be violent, take what they wanted, and leave.

Her breathing was ragged and he waited for her to show some signs of allowing her body to relax. He gently kissed her neck hoping to once again provide a distraction. Sara released a deep breath. "Okay."

Gil parted with her neck to look at her. "Ready?" Sara nodded and her eyes slammed shut as he withdrew and gently rocked his hips forward, pushing deep into her. He grunted as her heat engulfed him. "Damn, you're tight, honey." Gil was slow, at first. After a few more thrusts into her, Sara opened her eyes and looked deep into his. They glittered with the moisture from the former pain, but shined with pleasure.

He began to pick up the pace and in no time at all, both of their bodies were in a frenzy. His hips pounded into hers, and she would raise her hips to meet his thrusts.

They were lost in the passion and the fire created between them, and when that fire peaked, their bodies released together. Sara felt the earth shake beneath her as her orgasm over took her body. Gil had never climaxed as hard as he did in his entire life; and his body was instantly drained of any energy he had left and collapsed on her body.

Sara couldn't stop the tears that escaped her eyes. It was like she had lost something, but it was only to gain so much more. She was no longer the girl from back east; she was now a woman, and it felt good. Gil was heavy, but not crushing to her. To her, he was like a security blanket; she was exposed and he was using his body to shield hers.

After a moment or two of catching his breath, Gil pushed himself up and gently placed a kiss on her flushed face.

"Thank you." Sara whispered to him.

He smiled. "It was my pleasure." Her hands returned to his hair and pulled him down into another burning kiss. When they parted, he asked, "Are you alright?"

She nodded. "I'm fine. Sore, but fine."

Gil pushed himself off of her and moved to lie down beside her. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know. You were wonderful." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "And I'll forever be in your debt."

He reached down and pulled the covers over their damp, cooling bodies, and wrapped his arms around her. "Sleep."

Sara let him hold her against his body, and in no time at all her eyes grew heavy, and she easily fell asleep.

Gil felt her body relax and succumb to the exhaustion. He watched as she slept. "You are a beautiful poison, Miss Sara, and you have poisoned me."

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