I tossed my keys down on the side & checked for any messages before grabbing a beer. The usual, company calls... Chucking my can in the bin, I went to clear all the messages but an all too familiar voice on the other end of the line froze me in my tracks. My forefinger hovered dangerously close to the button, but made no move to press it. His voice.
Sara... Um, It... It's me... Gris-Gil... Gil? Well we must be getting somewhere.
I was just calling because... Um, well... I miss you. There is no other way to put it, I miss working with you on cases, I miss hearing your voice, I miss seeing you concentrating on your work so much that you don't even notice my presence... And I'm calling because there is something I need to tell you... Should of told you the first day I met you... But I didn't and so now, seven years later... Please, open your door...
It took a long couple of seconds before I could move, Gil Grissom was finally confessing his- what exactly was he confessing to me? Love? Adoration? When I could actually walk to the door, they were hesitant steps & I'm pretty sure I saw my hands shaking whilst I was unlocking the deadbolt. But all my fears & worries were gone when I saw him. He was standing in the downpour, donned in a grey suit & his phone was clutched tightly to his ear. When he looked up, his face was wary & torn with indecision. But in the depths of them blue orbs, I could see sheer emotion & love? Maybe, this was it. Either he was telling me he loved me or he was stood in the rain because he really didn't & needed so desperately to tell me. His voice was low & filled with as much emotion as his eyes, "Sara" I put my fingers to his lips & half-dragged him inside before handing him a towel fresh off the radiator. He nodded & dried himself off, never taking his eyes off of mine. When he was done, I took the towel & put it back in its place, before turning back to him. He had his hands in his pockets & his hair was still dripping, but he looked so handsome.. Focus Sara, he's here to tell you something. "Sara... I don't know why it's so hard to tell you this but I need to," he stepped closer to me so our hands were almost at touching distance. "I love you Sara and I-" his sentence was cut off because I had pulled him into my arms & pressed my mouth to his with such passion it nearly knocked me breathless. When he returned the kiss, I knotted my fingers into his curls & his hands worked their way down to rest on my hips. Our lips moved in sync for a few more minutes & then we both pulled away, our ragged breaths filling the room. The sweetness of the moment was increased only by his smile, "I love you too Gil," I whispered. His eyes suddenly changed from gentle blue to velvety black. His fingers were gripping my hips tighter and before I knew it I was sat on the kitchen counter, my legs wrapped around his hips. When his lips started caressing my neck and collarbone, I groaned unconsciously. His breathy response almost made me lose my head, "Saraaa."
We spent a good couple of moments in a frenzy of passionate kisses before he carried me down the hallway to my bedroom.
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The orange sunlight streaming through the confines of my room began to burn the back of my eyes, so I flung my arm over my face waiting for more sleep to consume me. What I didn't expect was something tugging softly on my elbow and when I gave into the strange sensation I was met with the beautiful vision of Gil Grissom; in the morning. He had a crooked smile on his face and when I rolled closer to him, he welcomed me into the circle of his strong arms. "I've waited so long to wake up next to you," his low voice brought back a flash of memories from last night. He began kissing my cheeks, eyelids, the shell of my ear and finally my lips with such softness I was handed into the clutches of pure bliss. "I've waited so long to make love to you," I countered in an equally husky voice before rolling on top of him...
After showering, preening & eating together, I drove back to his apartment so he could change. Being inside the house of Gil Grissom felt very intimate; somehow foreign, even though we had just made love twice this morning. I took the chance to explore his kitchen, finding nothing aside from entomology books and a couple of journals. What I wasn't expecting was a picture of us pinned to his fridge. Where did he get this? Snapping out of my reverie, I saw him walk into the kitchen with a crisp grey shirt and some black pants. He looked devastatingly handsome. He cocked an eyebrow at me, "You ready?" my only answer was a nod and I took his hand.
We parked in the lot before sharing a kiss and walking in, only breaking the link of our hands when we reached the doors. "So, I figured the seminal fluid must have come from a different source. I took it to Greg and he clarified that it wasn't Debbie's boyfriend," I turned to him plastering on a smile, "It was Tanya's ex Eric," I concluded. He matched my fake smile, to keep up our pretence case, "Well done Sara."
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After all the team had settled into the break room, Grissom handed out the assignments, "Catherine and Warrick, there's a DB waiting for you at the strip, Brass is there interviewing the eye witnesses. Nick, grab Greg and head down to the thrift store just off the highway; possible OD," they nodded and made their way out. Sara sat in her chair, looking expectedly at her boss. He seemed oblivious to her presence and probing look and headed back to his office. Sara hurried to catch up with him, but when he was nowhere to be seen she started to retreat. The harsh bolting of the door, startled her, but when she turned around and came face to face with her new lover, a smile broke out over her features. "Hey," she breathed, "Hey," he answered, before cornering her at his desk. When he was about to claim her lips with his own, she turned her head quickly trying to conceal her mischievous smile. "So, you didn't think I deserved a case?" he was matching his face to hers, preparing to capture her; only shaking his head at her question. Putting on a fake hurt expression, she pulled back from him, "Have I done something wrong? I haven't been a bad girl have I Gil?" her voice turned husky toward the end and his guttural groan, not to mention his arousal pressing against her hip was the breaking point in her game. She grabbed his shirt, pulling him down on her and they started grinding, still fully clothed against each other. The desk beneath them started creaking and Sara broke their kisses with a giggle. They were cut off quickly when the door handle began rocking violently. Grissom pulled back and Sara got to her feet as well, smoothing down her hair and clothes before taking a seat as Grissom went to answer the door. A puzzled looking Nick was stood on the other side, "Ya know, boss you should really get that door fixed. It was jammed shut," he looked up and shrugged, "Can't find Greg anywhere, you sure he came in tonight?" the Texan didn't even notice Sara much to their luck.
After he got rid of Nick, reluctantly telling him to take Sara instead, Grissom turned to her. Sara was already heading out, but couldn't resist teasing him some more, "I guess we'll have to finish this later," and with that she was gone.
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The scene was nothing like Grissom had said, 'a possible OD my ass' Sara thought; the body inside was mangled and covered in a lot of fresh blood.
Nick and Sara exchanged looks, "Did we come to the right place?" Nick's Texan twang echoed through the small apartment. Sara flipped her phone out whilst Nick began observing the scene, "Hey, Grissom. Our OD isn't an OD at all... Yeah, more like," she paused, turning to the victim, "rape and murder... Okay see you then," she closed her phone before joining Nick by the body, "David's stuck on the strip, so don't touch the body yet," Sara nodded absently, "Look's like bruising on her cheeks and neck, assault maybe?" Judging by the various items scattered by the bed, she wasn't far off. Snapping on a pair of latex gloves, both CSIs bent down to pick up the objects; a meat cleaver, a pair of scissors and some tweezers, all of which were drenched in blood. At that moment, Grissom walked through the door, greeting both of his co-workers. "Definitely not an OD," he muttered.
After David confirmed the TOD and they had an ID of the victim, the body was sent to the morgue for autopsy. Nick left the scene after Grissom offered Sara a ride back to the lab, which she accepted with a gap-toothed smile.
Grissom's pager went off as soon as they reached the lab, belatedly; they had been to a 24 hour Diner for breakfast. Nick was already waiting for them at autopsy, as was Doc Robbins. When they had took their places at the table, the doc began, "Your vic, Beth Harrows, 28 died of blood forced trauma to the back of the head. There's also multiple contusions on her back, neck, cheeks, ankles and..." he lowered the blue sheet a fraction, "her hipbones. It's possible she was consuming drugs; I found track marks on her forearms and her vaginal tunnel confirmed she was raped." Grissom nodded his thanks as did Nick and Sara and they headed to Trace. Nick spoke first on the way, "So the vic was robbed, beaten, possibly injected with drugs, raped and murdered in her own house and nobody heard anything?" he shook his head in disbelief,
"Maybe, somebody who heard it was involved somehow," Grissom concluded.
Greg was completely oblivious to his boss and co-workers' presence, his headphones were pulled down over his ears and the blaring music could be heard from the doorway. When he performed a spin and noticed their questioning looks, he removed the apparatus. "There was lots of seminal fluid with your victim's blood, courteousy of one Jason Garrett. An ex con who by the looks of this, used to visit Beth regularly. She's a hooker," he explained as if it were obvious, "Only she works indoors, The Bellagio, apartments," Sara raised an eyebrow, "So, you're saying she was picked up by Jason, who took her back to her ownhome then raped her and killed her?" he nodded and handed her the DNA results, "You bring me the what, I give you the who."
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"I'm just saying, if I moved in we could tell the team and then we wouldn't have creep around," her eyebrows were raised in innocence when he looked in the mirror. After finishing with the mouthwash, he turned to her before dropping his eyes to his feet. "I don't know... I don't think I'm ready to tell the team, yet," when he looked back up the hurt was evident on her face and he instantly regretted it. Before he could apologise, she almost spat at him, "Why? Why are you even with me? You never go out with me. You don't want to tell anyone. Have you even told your mother? You know what, just forget I said anything," she held her hands up in defeat and left the bathroom. I followed her, but she was already on the far end of the bed with her back to me. "Sara, it's not that... I just, I'm a private person. I don't want anyone to know about my relationships. I love you, but I don't want the whole lab to know and look what it will do to your reputation-" my babbling was cut off when she knelt on the bed in front of me, her eyes were soft and she was smiling,
"Say that again,"
"I love you" she pulled me into a kiss with one arm around my neck, whilst the other began working my towel down. I pushed her gently back onto the bed and inched her tank top up over her head, kissing and tasting every spot that it revealed. She moaned; a breathy sound that reverberated through the tunnels of my ears. When her chest was fully exposed, I worked my way from her lips down to the line of her panties, tugging at them with my teeth. She giggled, winding her fingers into my curls. I smiled up at her; drinking in her beauty. The silky, porcelain skin she lived in, that rich chocolate gaze, the dark, curly hair that framed her angelic face and a smile that could light up a room. And now she was his. When her eyes met his, he saw confusion in them and realised he had stopped his ministrations, whilst admiring her, "You're so beautiful," her cheeks blushed a light pink, but when he removed her underwear, her head fell back against the pillows. They spent the next few hours worshipping each other's bodies and engaging in the sweetest lovemaking either had ever experienced. It sure was good to be Gil Grissom.
***
Meanwhile in the break room, the team were in the middle of discussing a certain pairing. "I'm telling you guys, when we were working together the other day, Gris kept giving Sara looks. "The looks," Nick argued.
Greg was in denial, claiming that Sara had finally accepted his invitation of a date and sparing them the details of what later entailed. At that moment, the couple in question walked in, oblivious to their co-workers. Grissom handed out the assignments, pairing himself with Sara. When they left to start on their case, the others followed them. Finally reaching Grissom's office, they exchanged curious looks which turned to raised eyebrows as the door shut behind them. "Grissom never shuts his door," Warrick stated, as they herded to the door, pressing their ears against the wood. The voices were muffled, but the team had no trouble making them out,
"Sara, please..."
"Why, Gil? C'mon you liked it before,"
"We were alone, in bed before. And I don't want to walk around the lab with a boner-" his voice was cut off by a very loud groan that could only have emanated from his throat. The team outside scrambled, clearly wishing that they had left for their scenes earlier.
In the office, Grissom and Sara were grinning at each other, "Think they're gone?" Sara nodded, laughing. Then her face turned serious, "Now they think we're actually up to something, maybe we should use it to our advantage," she shone a wicked grin at him and he pinned her up against the door. Holding her hands above her head, he peppered her neck with kisses, nibbled her ears and finally claimed her lips whilst she grinded against his arousal. When they finally pulled away, Sara gasped and stepped away from Grissom. He turned around slowly, not quite sure what to expect. His eyes grew wide with horror as he noticed Hodges standing frozen in front of his desk.
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