This insane story came from God knows where, oh yeah, my head. But it was brought on by three dorks IMing during last nights episode. Yeah, me, thegreatbluespoon, and Kakidoll, quite the combination huh? Kaki did the beta work for me, and in record time I must add. I hope the ending is enough, cause like I said on the phone, my brain is fried.

Good or Bad

Grissom stood on the porch watching Heather welcome the granddaughter she had never met. A smile over took his face, he did good. Well, partially. Now he had to deal with Sara. He silently walked back to his Denali, only to see one that mirrored his pull away from up the block.

"Sara." She had followed him.

Grissom quickly jumped into his and followed her. He picked up his cell and feverishly dialed her number. The first time it rang several times. He could see her through the rear window as she answered and hung up right away.

"Dammit, Sara. Answer."

He tried again, only this time it went straight to her voice mail, indicating she had shut it off.

"Fuck!"

Grissom threw his phone and watched it bounce off of the windshield before falling to the floorboard. As he followed her, he realized she was going back to the lab. Smart, be in public to avoid confrontation. When he tried to explain things before, she refused to listen, and he heard her voice catch. She was jealous of Heather and it showed. Although he couldn't understand why, he and Heather were just friends. She was the only friend he had outside of work. He trusted her as much as she trusted him.

Sara pulled up and wildly parked in front of the lab. Grissom didn't bother finding a spot as he pulled up behind her and jumped out.

"Sara!"

She threw her hand in the air as she stalked away. Grissom ignored that and ran up behind her. He grabbed her raised arm and spun her around.

"Sara."

Her face was red streaked by the many tears she had shed. Grissom quickly looked around to see who might be watching before escorting her back to his truck. He helped her into the passenger seat before moving around to get in himself. Sara remained silent as she stared out of the passenger window, not daring to make eye contact with him.

Grissom drove to their home. He paused, not getting out, and Sara never moved either.

"Sara, let me explain."

"I told you it's fine."

"Obviously it's not fine. You're upset. That's not fine in my book." He sighed and turned to face her with his body. "Sara, Heather is a good friend."

Sara scoffed.

"What?"

She turned to look at him for the first time. "According to Catherine, you have some sort of weird relationship with her. So, who does wear the chaps?"

Grissom looked at her wide-eyed with surprise and frustration. "Sara, I'm not talking about the past."

"Well I am. Did you ever sleep with her?"

"Sara..."

"Did you, Gil?" Her voice began to escalate as she was finally able to say what she had been wanting to ask for years. "Did you bend her over her desk and fuck her?"

"Sara..." His voice began to rise as well. This was not the conversation he was wanting.

"Did she scream your name in ecstasy?"

"Stop!" Grissom screamed at the top of his lungs.

Sara instantly hushed.

"Would you stop? I don't know what you want me to tell you, Sara. I've told you the truth; Heather and I have been friends for some time now. We rarely see each other, but we do trust one another."

"Yeah, well that deer in the headlights look you had at the hospital was classic 'new girlfriend meets the old girlfriend'. Just so you know, I didn't tell her about us."

Sara quickly opened her door and climbed out. Grissom was right on her heels. She opened their front door. "Hey Roscoe. Come on, let's go out side, I'm sure you've been a good boy."

Grissom followed Sara as she put the dog in the back yard. Once the door was secure he grabbed her arms to hold her in front of him.

"Kinda out of character for you, isn't it? I mean, isn't Heather the dominant one? Don't I get to beat you?"

"This is bull shit. Would you stop with your tirade and listen to me?"

"Fine."

Grissom sucked in a breath and held it. Once he was sure about what he was going to say, he released it. "I'm going to tell you everything, but I want you to remain silent until I'm done. Capieche?"

Sara nodded. He pulled her over to the couch and sat her down next to him.

"The first time I met Heather, was seven years ago. I was intrigued by her, by her way of life. She was this extravagant lock that I couldn't pick. That's when we became friends. She knew me before I had said anything, read me like an open book. The second time was in 2003. Remember I told you about my hearing?" She slowly nodded, not liking where this was going. "She figured that out too. But that time I saw her..." He paused, knowing Sara wouldn't like this. "I was needing more than a friend, and she was more than willing to help me with what ever I needed."

"I don't think I want to know." She tried to stand but his hand stopped her.

"I did have sex with Heather that night. That was before there was an 'us', yet in the heat of passion, I called out your name."

Sara froze. Even back then he had fantasies about her, but the fact he had to go to 'her' didn't sit well with her.

"I was thinking of you. Heather wasn't concerned, in fact, she explained it to me. I knew then that the feelings I had for you wouldn't go away. I then betrayed her trust the very next morning." Grissom stopped again, making sure Sara was still with him.

"Then last year, when her daughter was killed, it destroyed her. I watched as this free, powerful woman was dragged down to the cold depths of revenge. God knows, if it was me, I would have tried to kill him as well, but after that, we grew close again. And when you saw me earlier, I had just found her granddaughter. She only knew she was alive, but had never met her. Sara, she tried to kill herself. She's my friend and I needed to help her, I just couldn't stand around and watch her try to end her life."

Sara leaned back into the couch as she soaked all of this in.

"I love you Sara. Please understand and trust me when I say that we're just friends."

Grissom stopped there and waited for her reaction, hoping it was a good one. But he wasn't so sure after the silence extended for several minutes.

Finally, Sara turned to him. Her eyes had dried, but the redness remained. "Show me."

Confused only momentarily, Grissom moved in and pressed his lips to her cheek. He slowly made his way to her ear and used his tongue to toy with her ear lobe.

"I love you," he whispered, before trekking his mouth down to the sensitive place on her neck.

Sara tipped her head as he nibbled and sucked on her soft skin. She even released a slight moan as he proceeded back around to her chin. Grissom kissed her hard and full on the mouth, using his tongue to part her lips to taste her better. She never once resisted, as every move he made was the right one and her body was being slowly turned on like a row of light switches.

Before she knew it, Grissom had skillfully unbuttoned her blouse and was opening it. Sara remained silent, taking in the sensations as he moved back down her neck. The Tetons were his next stop. Grissom reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She helped him as he removed both articles of clothing, then without warning he leaned in and sucked in a nipple.

"Ohhh..."

Sara was thinking that if she died at that moment, she would, indeed, die happy. Her hands went to the soft curls that made up Grissom's hair, and pulled him to her. He opened his mouth as wide as he could, taking as much of her in as he could before working his way back to the end, releasing the nipple with a 'pop'.

Unable to hold herself up any longer, Sara fell back on the couch. Grissom never missed a beat and moved with her. He nipped her skin as he moved to give her other breast the same attention. Like with her shirt, Grissom made quick work of the button and zipper on the jeans.

Sara's hands reached over his shoulders and pulled on his shirt. Grissom released his hold on her only to get his shirt off before his lips reattached to her skin. Her eyes closed tightly as she felt one of his hands caress her through her jeans. Grissom sat up and pulled her jeans off, leaving her in a skimpy pair of black panties. Sara reached up behind to brace herself on the armrest, as Grissom re-adjusted himself, cradling her hips in his hands.

A gentle blowing to the soaked fabric elicited a moan from her. Grissom then moved closer to run his tongue over the material, as several fingers worked the barrier between his lips and the scented garden that always intoxicated him. After her panties were finally removed, Grissom kissed down the inside of her thighs, and without warning, plunged his mouth to her.

"Ohhhh..., God!" Sara gasped as her grip on the couch intensified.

His talents never ceased to amaze her as he slipped two fingers into her and gently sucked her clit. She was close, and he knew it.

"Come on Sara." Grissom looked up to watch her expression briefly, before returning to the task at hand.

He watched her stomach tighten and her skin begin to flush. The moans increased as he worked his fingers more feverishly, encouraging her to orgasm.

"Grissssssooommmmm..." Sara lost her breath as her body contracted around his hand. She lost all conscious thought as the lightning crashed behind her closed eyelids.

Grissom slowed his hand as she came down off of her high. While she was still in a daze, he made quick work of his pants before gently stretching himself out over her. Sara instinctively reached up to grasp his shoulders as he placed several soft kissed around her face.

Sara opened her eyes, her voice forgotten until he moved, pressing himself to her opening. "Yessss."

It was all the permission he needed as he penetrated her. He slid into her, never stopping until he was completely engulfed by her heat.

"Oh God, Sara." Grissom spoke hoarsely into her neck as he slowly pulled back, before thrusting back into her as slow as his body would allow.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as the slow starting pace began to pick up. Incoherent moans fell from both of their lips, between kisses. Grissom tried to keep his pace controlled, even as Sara's grip was telling him more. He was succeeding, right up until the point where Sara moved her legs higher, pulling him into her as deep as he could go.

That was Grissom's undoing. He thrusted harder. Sara increased the grip on his shoulders as she felt her body tense once again. She used to fake orgasms with other men, but with Grissom, she had forgotten how, as he could bring her to the brink faster than she could think about faking.

Grissom buried his face into the crook of her neck as he did all he could to keep from coming before her. He didn't have to wait long, Sara's whole body tensed again. With one final deep thrust, Grissom was able to let him self go, spilling himself inside her.

It was all Sara could do to stay conscious as her high subsided. She gripped Grissom, not wanting him to separate from her. He understood, as movement was not possible. The only thing he could do was make sure she was comfortable as he pulled the blanket off the back of the couch to cover themselves up before falling into a peaceful slumber.

Peace. It was peaceful as they prepared for shift that evening. Little smiles and subtle touches became the comfort and reassurance each other needed. Not words.

They were sharing coffee in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. They both looked up at each other as Roscoe let out a small bark and headed to the front door.

"I'll see who it is." Sara said, as she followed the dog to the front room. She reached down and grabbed Roscoe's collar before opening the door.

It was the last person she'd expected to see. Both stood staring at each other for what seemed like a short time, but Grissom's voice broke the silence, indicating it was longer than a few seconds.

"Heather."

Sara stepped back, pulling the dog with her, as Grissom stepped forward.

"Come in."

Grissom risked a glance at Sara as Heather entered the residence. She kept her grasp on the dog as she let her eyes lock with his. Heather stopped and turned around.

"Ms. Sidle, it's good to see you again."

Not trusting her voice, Sara only smiled. The temptation to release the dog and say 'sic 'em' was tempting.

"How is your granddaughter?" Grissom interrupted.

"She's wonderful. The spitting image of Zoe. I never thanked you."

Grissom smiled and moved a step closer to Sara.

"You've been a great friend through all of this. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Heather."

She smiled back, not knowing what to say.

"Would you like some coffee?" Sara couldn't believe that the invitation had come from his mouth. She had wanted to hurt Grissom before; now she wanted to mutilate him.

"I wouldn't want to intrude."

"You're not." Grissom reached out and placed his hand on Sara's back, guiding her back to the kitchen. "I think he'll be alright now."

Sara released the dog and, surprisingly, Grissom leaned over to place a kiss on her cheek. He escorted her into the kitchen as Heather followed.

"You have a lovely home."

"Thank you." Sara and Grissom spoke in unison.

Grissom poured Heather a cup of coffee and sat down next to Sara. She sipped the hot liquid. "So, Gil, is this 'the' Sara you spoke of?"

"Hmm. She is." He reached over, taking up Sara's hand in his.

"I knew you would eventually pursue her. How long?"

"Just over a year."

"You're happy, I can tell. You don't carry the same weight on your shoulders you used to." She sipped her coffee again. "Do your co-workers know?"

Grissom shook his head and Sara averted her eyes. Heather saw this.

"Sara, don't be ashamed of this relationship." Grissom looked to Sara as she retained eye contact with Heather.

"I'm not."

"But you're afraid of the consequences. The 'what ifs', the looks. Gil's not. In fact, I'd bet you could care less about being discovered." Grissom remained unmoved by Heather's observations. The silence hung in the air for a brief time.

"I should go." Heather sat her cup down and stood. Grissom joined her and escorted her to the door. Sara never moved.

"Come here, Roscoe."

The dog was at her side in an instant and Sara gave a few good pats to his head. She could hear Grissom and Heather talking, but couldn't make out the words. She knew better, but just had to know what they were saying.

"She's special, isn't she?"

"Very."

"I'm glad you were able to overcome your fear."

He was taken aback. "What fear?"

"Your fear of being known."

Grissom just smiled. "If you need anything..."

"I'll be alright. You're a great man, and a great friend. Thank you for your help." Heather moved in and kissed him on the cheek. She stepped back and placed her hand where she had kissed him. "Tell Sara bye for me."

"I will." Grissom seemed unmoved by her gestures.

Watching another woman kiss Grissom, even if it was just a friendly peck on the cheek, the emotion was too much for Sara and she returned to the kitchen. She heard the door close and shortly after, Grissom stood behind her. He placed his hands on the sides of her arms and moved then softly up and down.

Sara sat motionless for a moment, but once she realized that she was the one woman he had always wanted to be with, her shoulders relaxed and her tension floated away under his touch. Grissom leaned over Sara, wrapping his arms around her, squeezing his love into her.

"Are you alright, honey?"

Sara sighed. "I don't know what to think. A big part of me hates her guts, but...she's your friend." Grissom remained silent as she continued. "So, I suppose I should just stop fretting so much over her. I mean, you're just friends, right?"

"Right."

She relaxed even more when he kissed her cheek.

"I love you Sara, and I will always be here for you, protecting you."

The quiet lingered between them as they prepared themselves for another night at work. Another night where anything could happen, anything.

See, the work of a mad woman. Thanks for reading, please oh pretty please leave revews. I love them. That means you to Kim.

TDCSI