MOVING ON

"How can they be so happy," Gil was wondering to himself. Warrick was gone and so was Sara. And there they were,are just sitting and cutting up like everything was ok.

Well maybe it wais just him; maybe he wais a grumpy old fool. Maybe he was just tired; he had not been sleeping well since Sara left.

"You really need to get a life," Catherine kept telling Gil, "It 'has been a year and I would think that' is long enough to mope around all the time."

Catherine had grieved for Warrick, so she knew how he felt. Ffor six months she was depressed, andhes had hardly ate or slept. Then one night Catherine came to work with a new attitude., Catherine said she had a dream and Warrick told her he knew she always loved him and he loved her too. Warrick also said he was happy and Catherine had to be happy too.

It was shortly after that when she accepted Adam Novak's invitation for dinner and they hadve been keeping steady company since.

Warrick's death bothered Nick more then he let on. Nick never cried in public, but when he was alone, Nick did. Nick would go to the grave site when ever he felt he needed to talk to his friend.

Nick asked Sophia last month, they weare still deciding if they weare right for each other.

The whole team was sitting in the court room when the under sheriff was found guilty and sentenced to life in prison with out the chance of parole. But life for him was not very long, two months later he was found in the john, beaten to death.

SoWell everyone had moved on and Gil thoughtinks he neededs to also. Gil went to see Heather, even spent the night, but when he kissed her, there was nothing - well Iit was more like kissing his a sister, if he had one.

On his way home from the lab Gil decided that some people weare just meant to live alone. Anyway, he had Hank,; his best buddy. Hank was a good listener and the dog would never argue.

Pulling in his driveway he noticed a light on in the kitchen, "Damn," he said to himself, thinking he must have forgotten to turn it off. Gil tossed his keys on the stand near the door and went into the kitchen.

Tossing away some junk mail he had received, Gil thought he was losing his mind., Gil knew he had forgotten to take out the trash, but ithe container was empty. As he noticed that Hank's dish was full of cold fresh water, it crossed his mind that now he knew he was crazy. Walking into they living room Gil found it had been vacuumed, cleaner than it was when he had left this morning, maybe a house cleaning fairy had stopped by or maybe he had gotten to the point where he was forgettings everything. Either way Gil's housework was done andor he did not have to do it.

Gil was about to sit on the couch when he saw a note sitting next to the book he had been reading.

Gil picked it up, read it and smiled from ear to ear and took off for his room.

The note fell to the floor it said: SEX WITHOUT LOVE IS POINTLESS, IT MAKES YOU SAD. IF I STILL MAKE YOU HAPPY, YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND MEI AM.

Gil stood in the doorway, and there before him was the woman he loved, lying on the bed with her arms around a pillowGil seen her , Sara had come back. Gil went to the bed, looking down at her, as if she was a dream. So as he laidngiyla next to Sara, Gil put his arm over her waist, he knew it wasn't a dream.

At the feel of his body, Sara snuggled closer to him. "Hi," Sara said, rolling over to face him. "Hi yourself," Gil said, kissing her soundly.

"I used my key to get in," Sara told him.

"And how did you know you would not find a woman in my bed?" Gil asked smiling at her.

"Because I know you love me as much as I love you," Sara said, "That and I made a phone call."

"Catherine?" Gil guessed.

"No. Heather. She filled me in on everything that has been going on this last year. Heather was the one whothat confirmed what I already knew - that leaving you was the biggest mistake of my life."

"You cheated," Gil said, gently stroking her hair.

"I had to make sure there was still room in your life for me," Sara said, running her fingers over his chest.

"You ARE my life," Gil said, kissing Sara again.

God how he wanted her, how he wanted to taste her skin, feel her warmth, experience the thrill she gave him as they made love, after missing these feelings for a year.

Gil started to deepen the kiss but he hesitated; Gil had to be sure that this is what Sara wanted toalso.

Sara looked into those deep blue eyes, she could see the same desire and need that she felt. "Please."

Gil smiled and kissed her as he unbuttoned her blouse and, to his delight, Sara was not wearing a bra. He moved his lips to her neck, Sara shivered at his touch. Gil moved his lips to Sara's breasts, [sucking in one of her already hardened nipples], she screamed with pleasure.

"Should I stop?" Gil asked teasingly. "Don't you dare," Sara said, sitting up so Gil could remove her blouse. Sara removed Gil's shirt and kissed his chest.

Gil eased Sara back on the bed and cupped her breast in his hand. "I need you so," Gil said, as he undidone her jeans. Sara lifteds her hips so Gil could slide her jeans them and her panties off.

Gil ran his hands over her body, finding once again those places that he knew gave Sara such pleasure, places he had been dreaming of touching.

Gil went down between her legs and took a deep breath, taking in her scent, the scent that still intoxicateds him. Gil pushed Sara's legs farther apart so he could lick at every bit of her wonderful womanhood.

He felt her body shudder and twitch with each flick of his tongue. Sara screamed with pleasure; eyes closed, as Gil inserted his fingers in side her, pumping with expert movements.

Gil's manhood almost exploded from the sounds of her ecstatic, sexy moans. Gil was positive that nothing sounded as beautiful as the sounds Sara made while they were making love.

Sara's juices filled his mouth; and Gil hungrily swallowed all she had to offer.

Gil moved atop her and entered her; he could feel her walls embrace his manhood as he thrust into her.

"Gil," Sara whispered, "Please." Gil knew what she wanted, most of the time their love making was slow and smooth, but that was not what Sara wanted, not now.

Gil slammed into her harder and faster, his mind shutting down as his body took over.

Sara wrapped her legs around Gil, pulling him to her with more and more vigor. Sara needed him inside her, filling her, completing her.

Gil was moaning softly under his breath, indistinct words, of love, passion.

Gil's thrusts became harder, faster and deeper, with one final thrust Sara could feel the explosion of his juices as it pounded against her walls.

All of his strength gone, Gil fell on to her, their bodies melted into one. Heavy breathing and pounding hearts soon returned to normal, Gil moved forom atop her and engulfed her in his arms.

They lay wrapped in each others arms and just enjoyed the sensation of the lovemaking they had just shared.

Sleep found them, the deep sleep that satisfied lovers know.

It was well past noon when the sun snuck in between the drawn blinds and woke the lovers, Gil smiled at the feel of her body near his, she was back, for how long Gil did not know, but for now Sara - his Sara - was in his arms.

Sara opened her eyes, Gil smiled. "I'm starved."

Sara laughed, "Why is it that you are always hungry after we make love?"

"Because you so completely drain me of everything," Gil grabbing a quick kiss. Getting out of bed, Gil handed Sara her blouse.

"What if I would rather do this?" Sara said as she reached for Gil's manhood.

"I would pass out from hunger as I tried to please you," Gil said, smiling at her.

"Seconds later?" Sara asked getting up. "I promise," Gil said, kissing her.

Gil and Sara showered and dressed, and since she had been gone Gil had not kept the shelves stocked, they had to go out to eat.