Guilty Conscience

What Gil thought he did wrong:

It had rained for six days straight, nothing unusual for this time of year, everyone had developed a bad case of cabin fever, Gil was no exception. The first evening it stopped raining Gil had trouble sleeping, it was such a beautiful night. He decided a walk might help, at first he thought about getting dressed but, what the heck, he had on his sleeping pants.

"Professor," a soft voice called from a nearby stump, "I thought I was the only one out."

Grissom smiled and pointed toward the sky, "The moon is so full and I guess I just needed to get out of the hut."

The young woman walked over to where he was standing, "I hadn't noticed."

Amber was a brilliant student and very pleasing to the eyes, without a doubt every man wanted to be with her but she had her eyes set on Professor Gilbert Grissom. More then one time she had made that fact crystal clear.

Amber lay her head against his arm and let out a soft sigh, "It is so beautiful."

Gil was not sure what came over him, maybe his hormones kicked into high gear.

Gil pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Quick to respond to the advances form the one man she had wanted almost from day one, Amber slipped her hand into his sleeping pants and started to stroke his manhood. Gil's kiss deepened, his hands moved under her top to caress her soft breasts. His manhood started to react to her touch.

His body was on fire, he had every intention of releasing her from her slacks and quenching that fire. He moved his hand from her breasts toward the waist of her pants, he eased his hand in, felling the heat of her as his fingers danced around her nub bring soft moans of pleasure.

"Let's finish this someplace more private," she whispered.

It only took a few minutes to reach her hut, quickly they undressed. Gil kissed her as his fingers once more attacked her.

Amber's body shuddered as her release came over her, "I need you inside me, Gilbert."

Gil froze. "Gilbert"! His mind was suddenly focused. Sara was the only one who called him that.

Gil stopped, got off the bed and slipped his pants back on, "I can't. I'm sorry. It should never have gone this far."

Gil left and headed back to his hut. Sitting on the bed he picked up a picture of Sara.

"How could I? What was I thinking?" He had never felt so guilty. "Sara will never forgive me for what I have done."

The next day Gil went to find Amber, to explain, to apologize for what had almost happened. He found out from one of the others that Amber's husband was hurt in a car accident and she had to fly home. Finding out she was married made him feel twice as guilty. For the next two weeks he kept his phone turned off, avoiding all contact with Sara.

He knew he had to tell her, he just was not sure how.

What Sara thought she did wrong:

Sara knew the weather had been bad, that cell service was out of the question, but the weather had cleared so she didn't know why for the last two weeks, his phone went straight to voice mail. She had called the Brook's, the people that owned the hotel where they stayed whenever she went to be with him. They told her that they could think of no reason why she couldn't get a hold of him, Mrs. Brook even said she had seen him in the village a few times.

Sara asked her if she would please tell Gil she was trying to reach him if she seen him again. Pam Brooks said she would.

Sara went from concern to anger in less then a heartbeat. She really needed to talk to him, but it would appear that he just couldn't be bothered. Sara turned off the phone and instead of going home she went to the bar.

We all know what can happen when drunk women and horny men get together, the next morning Sara woke up in a strange room with a strange man laying next to her. She pulled the sheet over herself to cover her naked body.

"Oh my god," she cried, "We didn't!"

The man smiled, "Not for lack of trying. We got into it really good, just as you squirted all over my hand you mumbled something that sounded like 'Gilbert' then passed out. But now that you're awake…"

The man reached for her.

Sara flew from the bed and retrieved her clothing, "I can't. I'm married. I'm sorry."

The man tossed back his side of the sheet, exposing an already erect penis, "I am too. What they don't know wont hurt them. Let's finish what we started, I got a boner that needs tending too."

Sara pulled on her clothing and quickly left. She walked across the street to a small dinner and ordered coffee, trying to make since of what had happened. Bits and pieces slowly came back. Sara remembered she had to much to drink, and a man that showed an interest in her.

She remembered how kissing and touching led to the hotel room she woke up in.

She remembered his hands touching her in places that no man should touch but her husband, and touching him.

She didn't remember actual penetration.

How could she have let something like that happen? How could she have made such a foolish mistake.

Sara remembered they had taken his car so she called a cab to get hers and then she went home.

Sara fired up her laptop, nothing from Gil. She checked her voice mail, nothing there either.

"It's all for the best," she said, falling into a chair and crying, "He can never forgive what I did. I guess I don't deserve him."

Fate Intervenes:

All this happened two weeks ago. Neither had seen the other and if there was any contact it was short and very distant. Both were trying to make since of what had happened. They both knew that they had to confess their indiscretion but neither know how, so neither was in a hurry to initiate conversation. Each was fighting their own guilty feelings.

Sara had become distant at work, avoiding everyone unless it was work related.

Gil shut himself off from the world too.

Then it happened.

Gil received a telegram reminding him of a commitment he had made to a friend.

Three years ago Gil had talked a friend of his into conducting a seminar for him with the promise that he would return the favor "at a time to be determined later". His friend was getting married and had just called in the favor. Gil got a leave of absence and was on the first flight back to the states.

Sara walked into the lab and was told that DB wanted to see her, "ASAP". Sara went to his office. It was there that she was told it was once more time for some refresher courses and her name was at the top of the list. Sara was going back to school.

Gil stood facing the board as the students filed in the room. All the time he was writing he was thanking the power that be that it was Keith that needed the favor and not Adam. You see Adam teaches at WLVU and he didn't want to take the chance of running into Sara in Vegas. At least here in San Francisco he wouldn't have to worry about it. Or would he?

Gil cleared his throat and turned to face the class, "My name is Professor Grissom."

From the back of the room he thought he heard some one gasp, his eyes followed the sound. Gil found himself looking into the eyes of his wife.