Disclaimer: I do NOT own CSI.

Okay, this little fic came to light after seeing the stunning pictures of Sara from 'The Two Mrs Grissom's'. I'm actually dreading watching that episode because I always thought that Sara and Mama Grissom would get on really well. Anyway, the pictures of Sara wearing that dress made me SQUEEE and think very dirty thoughts involving her and Grissom. I couldn't write this as I imagined but I tried my best.

Maybe spoilers, I'm not sure as I've not seen the episode yet. This is just what happened in my overactive imagination.

Here goes…

Reassurance

She thanks Nick and steps from the comfort of his car, shivering slightly as the cool air wraps itself around her body. Halfway up the path towards her front door she stops to wave goodbye to him.

Her shaking hands and the tears in her eyes are making it difficult for her to fit the key into the lock on the door. She just wants to get in, lock the whole world out and cry herself to sleep. She doesn't even want to speak to her husband. Infact, he's the last person she wants to speak to. Although she'd promised him that she'd phone him as soon as she was home. She feels to vulnerable and hurt right now.

She so hurt and angry. She tried to do something nice. Although she and Betty Grissom, Grissoms's mom, don't always see eye to eye she decided to accompany her to the celebration which was being held at the school where she works. Things were going really well, awkward at first but bearable, but once Sara relaxed a little things felt more comfortable. Until Julia Holden turned up. Grissom's ex-girlfriend. Betty introduced them, and Sara knew straight away that she preferred Julia to her; her son's wife. Sara tried to be polite and join their conversations, but it was quite obvious that she didn't belong there. Betty was almost completely ignoring her as she spoke to Julia about Grissom, telling her about his work, but not once did she mention Sara. She felt flustered, like a lead weight was being held over her chest, and all the sign language she knew had totally evaporated from her brain. Making her the odd one out in more ways than one. At this point, Sara excused herself and headed towards the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself before heading back out into the crowd. She wouldn't be surprised to find that Betty and Julia had left her there alone with hundreds of people who she doesn't know and wouldn't know how to communicate with. She plucks three glass of champagne off a passing waiters tray and swiftly heads back over towards her monster-in-law and friend. Obviously they didn't hear as Sara stopped behind them to set their drinks on the table, however, Sara heard them and read their signing. What she heard made her feel nauseous, everything started to spin and she fell back against the table to support herself. Then everything kicked off. News of an explosion and the death of a colleague at the school. The police and Sara's fellow CSI's arrived to work the scene and ask questions. Sara tried to talk to Betty, asking her questions but she didn't seem interested, she was more bothered about Julia being questioned by Greg. Eventually, she'd had enough and asked Nick to drive her home.

She finally manages enter the house and slam the door shut behind her. She's so wrapped up in her own drama that she doesn't see the man sitting in the chair waiting for her with an amused look across his face. She throws her clutch bag on the sofa and starts to pace the hard wood floor from the living room to the kitchen and back into the living room, the click-clack of her sandals soothing her a little.

A noise behind her startles her. She spins around quickly and reaches for her weapon, only to find that she doesn't have with her. She panics for a second, before her eyes find focus on the man who is now infront of her.

"Gil..." she gasps.

He smiles, unable to do anything else. He tries to say something; anything, but she looks so stunning she's taken his breath away. She's wearing a long purple dress, which is showing off her perfect cleavage, a pair of matching sandals and she has her hair pinned up into an elegant twist. He knows where she's been and why she's dressed up. He hoped that he'd arrive in time to escort his wife and mother to the celebration but his flight was delayed due to bad weather.

"I… urmm…wow…" he stammers. "Honey, you look gorgeous."

Sara lowers her head and smiles shyly. "I don't feel it."

Suddenly she forgets all about her night from hell as his eyes run intensely over her body, undressing her.

"Mrs Grissom, you are beautiful. Every minute of every day you are beautiful. Don't ever forget that." he whispers.

He licks his lips and moves towards her, pulling her into his arms before she has chance to pull away.

She swallows the lump in her throat and gently sweeps her mouth over his, igniting a fire within both of them. All hurt dissipates from Sara as her husband takes away her pain.

Their kissing quickly grows from tender to desperate as they reacquaint themselves with eachother.

Sara practically rips open his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on hers. She smirks when she feels him thrust his hips against her, she knows he needs her as much as she needs him.

"Get that off..."

He tugs at her dress and growls.

She palms her hands against his chest and slowly moves them over his nipples and up over his shoulders before holding her arms above her head, giving him permission to lift the dress off.

Once he has the dress of her body he throws it across the room, groaning when he finds her wearing only black panties, no bra. He attaches his mouth to her neck and they shuffle off towards the bedroom as they caress and touch eachother.

Eventually they both fall onto the bed, he's naked whilst she still has her panties on. He can't remember losing his pants. Did he remove them or did Sara? Oh God, who cares? He needs her completely naked now. He slithers down Sara's body and slowly pulls her panties down her long legs and discards them on the floor before kissing his way back up. His lips graze both ankles, both knees and both thighs until she parts her legs to him, wanting him to touch her.

He looks up at her to find her eyes full of...need. But this is different. Her eyes are begging him for reassurance, for safety and love. This baffles him and he falters with his movements.

She can see the worry which quickly replaces the desire in his eyes as he moves so that he's right above her. Another lump forms in her throat and she fights hard to swallow it down.

"Sara?" he breathes.

His hot breath near her cheek makes goosebumps arise.

"I...I love you. More than anything in the world." she cries. "You know that, right?"

He smiles down at her, his eyes still full of worry.

"I know. I love you, too." he replies. "Honey, what's wrong?

She quickly blinks away her unshed tears and smiles, hiding all traces of doubt.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong."

He looks at her unconvinced.

She reaches for his face.

"Make love to me? Make love to me like never before? Make me forget everything." she pleads.

She kisses him passionately, begging him to go along with her.

He watches her face, hesitating for a second.

What's gotten into her? What's happened to make her feel like she needs reassurance? He wonders. Usually he'd ask the questions, but there's something in her deep brown eyes which is stopping him. Something telling him that she'll tell him later. He takes a deep breath to clear his head and he smiles lovingly down at her.

Aligning his body with hers, he rests his forehead against hers and gently enters her, so that they become one body. He feels her clamp down around him straight away, as if she never wants him to separate from her. When she gives a satisfactory moan, he slowly starts to move. Their lips collide as he pulls out and pushes back in, repeating the motion again and again until they find their rhythm. He rests on his left arm and places his right under her body, slightly lifting her hips into him.

They're moving in perfect sync with eachother, and Sara can't help but wonder if it was like this for him and Julia. Were their bodies made for eachother in the same way? Who was better for him, her or Julia? No, stop it, Sara. Don't think about her; about them. He's yours; all yours.

He breaks the kiss and looks into her glazed eyes. She looks...scared, hurt maybe. But she's being so tender and passionate. What's wrong with her? Something's spooked her and it's worrying me? I feel helpless, but I know she'll talk when she's ready.

Her back arches up off the bed as she snaps out of her trance. He mouth finds his neck and she kisses up and around his jaw, alternating between nibbling and sucking. She feels him groan at the sensation and his thrusts become harder.

"Ahh...Gil. I'm close. Come with me." she cries. "Stay with me..."

She's panting as she desperately tries to hold on; to cling to this feeling forever.

"I'm... I'm there honey. Let go..."

He lifts her hips higher, and with one more deep stroke they both release. He notices her body seems to shake more than usual. As if she's sobbing but without the tears. He holds her close to him, so that he can feel her heartbeat throughout their climax.

He pulls out of her and lays beside her as he pulls her trembling body into his arms.

"I love you." she whispers, and brushes her lips against his chest.

"I love you, too."

He kisses her head and they fall into a silence, which for the first time ever is uncomfortable.

"Sweetheart, talk to me. Please."

She just shakes her head and curls into him. She's never felt so vulnerable, so scared, and all because her mother-in-law doesn't really like her.

TBC...

So... this wasn't supposed to be so dramatic, but I think I have an idea for the next few chapters. This was supposed to be HOT & STEAMY, I don't know why I added vulnerability. I must be getting in a bad mood.

Anyway... reviews are always welcome.

Lynne xo