Enough!
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There's only so much a girl can take.
Spoilers: This takes place the day following Grissom's dinner with Sophia. So anything that has happened during the first 5 seasons is fair game for spoilers in this fic. But I don't think any earth shattering spoilers should be present.
Before you read: Well gang this is my first Grissom/Sara fic. After "Unbearable" I just couldn't hold back anymore! It may be a one shot, maybe more... we'll see how it goes I guess! I hope you like it! I live for feedback. : )

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11:00 p.m. and the start of another shift for night-shift supervisor Gil Grissom. Shutting the door to his Denali, Grissom walked casually into the Las Vegas Crime Lab. With a brief pit stop to pick up his messages, he walked the familiar path to his office, nodding a few greetings along the way. Flipping on the lights, Grissom flopped his briefcase on his desk atop a mound of paperwork. He raised his right brow at the site of the growing heap. I'll get to that later. He snorted. Even his own brain didn't believe that.

"Grissom" He whirled around to the sharp call of his name. Sara stood in his doorway, looking for all practical purposes like she wanted to kill something. Grissom's brows shot up. Like him for example.

"Sara? Something wrong" A look of fury crossed her features but she quickly battled it down. She was practically shaking with the urge to control herself. Grissom could only stare as she calmed herself down. But nothing prepared him for what she said next.

"You are such an ass hole." She said it softly with no emotion. But he felt like he'd been slapped. And honestly, he was a little ticked off.

"Sara I don't think I need to remind you that I'm your " She waved her hands to silence him.

"-Supervisor... yeah shut up I'm aware of that." Grissom had every intention to find out exactly what he had done to tick Sara off, but the glare he shot Sara make her think twice about any further speech. Grissom's voice was low and dangerous. Shit. Pushed him too far.

"Sara... shut the door and sit down." His tone left no room for argument, and with only a brief hesitation, Sara did what she was told. She plopped down in her seat like an angry 5 year old fresh off her latest temper tantrum. She almost shrieked when Grissom forced her chair around so she was facing him, standing in front of his desk. He looked down at her, arms crossed.

"Now... what the hell is this about Sara? I don't appreciate any of my CSI's walking into my office and calling me an ass hole. Let alone you." She narrowed her eyes at that last comment.

"Oh yeah Grissom... I'm REAL special to you aren't I" He closed his eyes for a moment, taking off his glasses to set them on his desk and pinching the bridge of his nose. He let out a long sigh.

"Sara... please. What did I do" She pursed her lips for a moment before calming again and speaking in a hushed tone.

"I came looking for you last night. You weren't in your office." She paused, looking down at Grissom's feet. "Front desk told me you'd left... with... with HER" She yelled the last word, all resemblance of calm gone, her rage coming back full force. Grissom didn't say a thing, so Sara continued. "I heard her in the hall today talking about the lovely dinner she'd had with you. At first I thought she'd asked you to dinner and you were just being nice... even if you couldn't show me the same courtesy. Imagine my surprise when I heard you asked her. You son of a bitch... I really mean nothing to you don't I" She sounded like she was about to cry, but when she looked back up at Grissom, he saw the same cold rage in her eyes.

For almost a full minute, Grissom just stared down at Sara. Anger, hurt, frustration, confusion, and every other emotion Gil could put a name to passed through his brain. Of course it was nothing new for Grissom to be speechless in front of Sara but... for the first time Grissom felt completely at a loss. What the hell did was he supposed say to that? He took a calming breath.

"I don't understand why that is any of your business Sara-." He held up his hand to silence her retort before she could fire it off. "Yes Sara. I took Sophia out to dinner. Last week I went out to dinner with Catherine. In fact I go out to dinner with Catherine a couple times a month. You know that right" Sara still looked angry, but she nodded. "And why is it that doesn't bother you" Sara sighed.

"Because it's Catherine." Grissom raised his trademark eyebrow.

"And why is Sophia different" He asked. Sara responded instantly.

"Because she is." Grissom couldn't help but feel flattered at Sara's obvious jealousy, but it was also rather frustrating. Taking yet another deep breath, Grissom knelt down in front of Sara, blue eyes meeting brown.

"No Sara. Not different at all." He thought a moment before continuing. "You must have caught her talking just before she left." Sara snorted.

"Left? Shift just started."

"Left for good, Sara." Sara's eyes snapped open wide.

"She quit" Grissom nodded.

"That's why I took her out to dinner. Like it or not Sara she was a good CSI and the lab will miss her." Grissom kept his eyes locked with Sara's, waiting for a reaction. He finally got one. She burst into tears. She babbled incoherently as she sobbed but Grissom could make out a few words. Sorry, stupid, and idiot to name a few. All of which he knew were directed at herself and no longer at him. With a small smirk, he opened his arms to Sara and she willing went into them crying into his right shoulder as he wrapped his arms comfortingly around her. He held her like that for a few minutes, rubbing her back gently as she sobbed. Eventually, her tears subsided and Grissom gently pulled back from her. He smiled, wiping a few stray tears from her face with his thumbs.

"Sara..." He sighed. No Gil. No stuttering. No excuses. Just... talk to her. He started again. "Dinner with Catherine is just... just dinner with Catherine. The same with Sophia. Dinner with you Sara... it would be... God Sara it would be dinner with you." Sara felt tears sliding down her face again as she heard the emotion in his voice. She understood. She smiled at him, a genuine smile that lit up her face and her eyes. It was a smile Grissom didn't realize how much he'd missed until that second. Ask her to dinner Gil. A real dinner. He opened his mouth to do just that - and was promptly silenced as Sara closed the distance between them and caught his lips in a searing kiss.

His eyes opened wide for a fraction of a second as his normally quick-to-process brain fought to process what was happening. But no matter what logic Grissom tried to use that convince himself this was wrong... it felt too damn right. With a low groan, he opened his mouth and let Sara's tongue duel with his own. She let out a distinctly feminine whimper of delight as she knelt down on the floor and pressed her body close to Gil's. There hands were all over each other. The damn had finally broke and to hell if they weren't going to enjoy every moment of it. Turning her body slightly to she didn't hit the chair, Grissom laid Sara down on the office floor and covered her body with his own. Removing his mouth from hers to prevent suffocating, Grissom latched his mouth onto Sara's neck and bit down. Hard. She cried out from the pain and pleasure of it. And that sound ripping from her throat brought Grissom crashing back to reality. He looked down at Sara in shock, his eyes darkened with passion. Her deep brown eyes appeared almost black as she stared up at him with the same look on her face. He was on top of Sara. On his office floor. Grissom couldn't help it. He laughed.

Sara stared at him as Grissom laughed and laughed, his belly shaking on top of her. The sensation was almost erotic but Sara was too busy watching how unbelievably handsome he looked when he laughed. When he truly laughed. Finally, he stopped, rolling off the side of Sara and wiping the tears from his eyes. They both sat up, and Sara smirked at Grissom when he looked at her.

"What's so funny" She asked. He shrugged.

"I don't know. Making love to you on the floor of my office, while incredibly tempting, just might not be the best course of action don't you think" She smiled. Then for the second time that evening, Grissom shocked the hell out of Sara.

"Let's go to my place." Sara didn't think it was possible for her grin to get any bigger, but she was proven wrong as her grin stretched further across her face in response to Grissom's invitation.

"What about dinner" She asked sweetly. Grissom laughed.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be."

TBC?