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A/N- Big thanks to kakidoll for the beta. Also, thegreatbluespoon wrote nothing in this short intro. If you've read her stuff before, you'll be able to tell when she kicks in. This one is all TDCSI.

What Goes Around...

Chapter 1

Grissom entered his home, set his bags down, and sighed. 'What a night.' he thought. He was glad to see Sara, but he got the feeling that she wasn't as excited to see him. Sure she was busy and stunk from her trash run, but she seemed to give him the cold shoulder.

Then there was the thing with Keppler. It wasn't the welcome home he was hoping for. He had found out through Hodges and Warrick that the lab went to hell in a handbag while he was gone. Warrick told him what Keppler and Catherine had done with their reverse forensics, and how Nick was having a hard time trusting her after she lied to them. Then, it turned out that Keppler knew what was going on in the case Catherine was working on, and he wound up dead.

As the paramedics pronounced him as deceased, Grissom escorted Catherine back to her place. She was upset and something inside told him that she needed a friend. Williams had indeed changed him. It was something that he wouldn't have done in the past. He sat in her kitchen drinking coffee with her as she told him all about Keppler. She was the only one who trusted the man. The other's had practically refused to trust him after the little stunt he pulled with her. Grissom had to admit that the fact that Catherine went along with the idea just didn't sit right with him. But, since there wasn't any real harm done, he decided to over look it.

He spent nearly three hours at Catherine's listening to her go on and on. He was physically and emotionally drained as he walked down the hall towards his bedroom. As he passed the bathroom, something drew his attention. Grissom entered and noticed that everything that Sara kept there was gone. He checked the closet finding that, in place of several of her outfits, there were only empty hangers.

Grissom sat back on the bed and ran a hand down his beard as he sighed. He had been away for four weeks, leaving Sara with nothing more than a simple 'I'll miss you'. In those four weeks he'd only managed to send her the cocoon. He wanted to send the letter he had written, but thought that it was something that should be presented in person. When, he didn't know, but it had to be a special occasion.

He thought about calling Sara and asking why she had removed her things while he was gone, but then decided that it was something that needed to be discussed in person. Grissom took a shower, trimmed his beard, and dressed in a royal blue polo shirt and khakis. He smiled at himself in the mirror as he splashed on a dab of cologne that Sara had given him.

Grissom stopped on the way to Sara's apartment and bought a bunch of flowers. He knew she was more into live plants, but he thought the colorful arrangement might be better.

As he paused before knocking, a slight doubt shivered through him. With a quick shake of his head it was gone, and he rapped on the door three times. Grissom stood nervously, as if it was his first time.

The door opened and Sara stood before him dressed in nothing but a robe, her hair still wet from showering. Grissom froze at her appearance. It had been way too long since he had last seen her.

"Are you going to just stand there and stare at me all night?" Sara inquired.

"I...um...got these for you." Grissom said, holding out the flowers.

"Thank you." Sara took them and walked back inside, leaving him standing in the door. "Are you going to come in?"

Grissom walked in, and shut the door behind him, and followed her into her kitchen. "How have you been?"

She looked up at him. "Fine."

"That's good."

Silence. God, the silence.

"I guess you've been home and noticed some things missing." She broke the ice.

"Yes. Sara, I'm sorry if my leaving was so hard on you. I thought about you every day."

Sara felt the heat of anger slowly rise up in her. She tried to fight it, but it was futile. "Look, I just figured you might call or write or something. But all I got was a stick with a cocoon."

Grissom let his head fall, as he looked at his shoes.

"I'm sorry Gil. It's just I thought we had something more between us."

"Sara..." He looked back up at her. "...we do have something. My leaving had nothing to do with you." Grissom moved around the counter to stand in front of her. "Everything at the lab was coming down on me and I needed an escape. I needed a release. To go somewhere where I couldn't be reached if 'the lab needed me'." He quoted himself as he stepped closer to her. "Being away from you these past weeks has made me realize how special you are, we are."

He continued to step closer to her, and she backed away until the counter stopped her.

"I never meant to hurt you. I just want to be with you, and I don't care who knows, because I love you Sara. I really do."

Grissom stepped in front of her and placed his hands on the counter, trapping her between them. He moved his left leg between hers and leaned into her thigh. Sara let her head fall back fully exposing her neck to him, and he took advantage of this exposure.

He snaked his tongue up her neck to her ear lobe. Sara released the moan she had been holding ever since she saw him standing at her door. She rolled her hips up to grind on his leg.

"Grisss." Sara hissed.

He whispered in her ear. "I need you."

"Then take me."

He backed away to see the passion burning in her eyes. Grissom scooped her into his arms and walked back to her bedroom. He set her down on the bed and opened her robe, fully exposing her body like a buffet just for him. He leaned over and sucked in a nipple, working his tongue around it, bringing it to a hardened peak. Then he attended to the other one.

Sara's hands ran over his hair, holding him to her. Her body involuntarily moved under his manipulations. Grissom kissed his way down to the patch of fur that lay at her junction. He inhaled her scent as he pushed open her legs. Her body was oozing with arousal.

Grissom let his tongue slide out and graze her folds. Sara's hips thrust up at his touch.

"Just lay back and enjoy." Grissom hissed.

He opened his mouth to take in all of her he could. Sara threw her head back against the bed. She had definitely missed the beard. Grissom slowly slid two fingers inside her and began to massage her G-spot. Sara was moaning uncontrollably and Grissom knew she was close. He flicked his tongue over her switch as his fingers worked.

"Ohhh...Godddd..." Sara began to cry out as he thrust his fingers in her more forcefully. "Grisssss...Ohhhhh." She cried out, as her hips bucked as she came hard.

Grissom continued to ride out her orgasm until she had calmed and settled back down on the bed. He withdrew his fingers, and kissed his way back up her body. Sara pulled him down into a kiss that was mixed with both her juice and their passion.

"Now. I need you now." Sara groaned, as she started pulling on his shirt.

Grissom quickly helped shed his clothes and Sara shrugged out of the robe. She fell back onto the bed pulling him down on top of her. He kissed her deeply as he positioned himself between her legs.

She broke the kiss as Grissom pushed himself into her, causing her to gasp for breath. He buried himself deep in her, remembering that feeling of hot tightness that drove him crazy.

"God, Sara." He breathed out, as he began to thrust into her.

Sara wrapped her legs around him. They set up a strenuous pace, as they made up for the last four weeks. Grissom's face was buried in the crook of her neck as he pushed into her, as deep as she could take him. Sara's hands dug into his shoulders, and pulled with every thrust.

Grissom began to let out several guttural moans as his stomach tightened, and Sara was spilling his name from her lips.

"Grisss...oh...God..." Sara cried out as she came once again.

Grissom felt her tighten around him as she had another orgasm, and with a deep groan and one final thrust, he released himself in her, filling her with his semen. A few small after thrusts and shudders later, and he collapsed on top of her, as she held him tightly.

Grissom attempted to pull himself up, afraid he was crushing her.

"No. I like it like this." Sara was amazed that she could even talk.

"I'm too heavy, and I'm afraid I'll fall asleep on top of you."

"Just don't leave me."

"Sara, I'll never leave you again." Grissom kissed her swollen lips. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

He rolled off and pulled her into his arms. They fell asleep, wrapped tight in each other's arms, silently vowing to never be apart again.

A short, but sweet, intro. Yeah?

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