October: Halloween

Witches, zombies and werewolves, ghosts, space aliens, vampires and goblins of all kinds walked up and down the street. Grissom shook his head as he walked toward the alley where a dead body was found. Someone bumped into it - a man dressed in nothing but a diaper and a sash, the New Year Baby Grissom guessed. Once more he shook his head, now that was an image he would like to forget.

Grissom entered the alley and smiled, now that was an image he never wanted to forget - not the body but the beautiful brunette squatting next to it.

"Hey," Sara said, standing, "I didn't see you standing there."

Grissom smiled, "Just got here. Who's your friend?"

"John Doe for now," Sara said, "By the looks of him I am fairly sure he is homeless."

"Second one this week," Grissom said, "Same COD?"

"Think so," Sara said, stepping out of the way of the coroner, "Dave, I'll be right behind you."

Dave nodded and went about doing what he needed to do.

"Guess you didn't need me after all," Grissom said.

Sara smiled, "You can finish the scene while I process the body."

Gil looked into her eyes, they were saying something else. They were saying, "You know just how much I need you."

Grissom and Sara had started seeing each other two years ago, one ago they moved in together and six months ago they were married. So far no one in the lab knew about them and that was the way they wanted it, their private life was just that - theirs.

Nick walked up to where Grissom was standing, "Need a hand? I finished the B&E on International."

"Always," Grissom said.

Just as they finished processing something fell in front of them, the bag hit the ground and split open - it was full of scat, dog to be exact. Grissom looked up and see two teens laughing.

"Have a treat," one yelled as they both took off.

"I hate Halloween," Grissom said.

"Me too," Nick said, wiping some of the scat off his shoes, "Good thing I keep a spare pair back at CSI."

Grissom laughed, "Good thing you have your own car."

Back at the lab Grissom was processing the evidence he and Nick colleted when Sara came in.

"Heard you were given a Halloween treat," she said chuckling.

Grissom looked around to be sure they were alone, "I'll give you a Halloween treat." Then he smiled.

Sara gently touched his hand, "I'll hold you to it."

Sara cleared her throat, trying to concentrate on the case and not her husband, "Dave confirmed it, out John Doe died from a blow to the head, just like the other one. Brass is checking the shelters it see if anyone knows him."

"Nothing out of the way here," Grissom said, "Just about what you would think."

"Someone murdering homeless men and steeling what little they have," Nick said, coming into the room.

"Could it be another homeless man?" Sara asked.

"That is one avenue I had not thought about. Let's explore that possibility," Grissom said.

"Your newest victim is John Burns," Brass said, walking into the layout room, "Someone at St. Ann's Shelter recognized him. Up until two years ago he owned two bars."

"What happened?" Sara asked.

"He had an affaire, his wife took the kids and moved back east," Brass said, reading off a paper, "He started drinking all the profits and gambling and lost everything."

Greg flew into the layout room, "I think I like your idea about it being another homeless man," he said to Sara, "I had an idea and went back to the autopsy report on the our men and found something interesting."

"What?" Sara asked.

"Both the dead men were either the same size or very close to it," Greg said, "So - being one who wants to be thorough - I went back and pulled all the files and found something that made me think."

"What Greg!" Grissom asked, starting to get annoyed.

"Along with what little cash, booze or drugs the men may have had he was missing some sort of clothing."

"So we are looking for a homeless man killing other homeless men for clothing?" Grissom said.

"I doubt we will ever solve this one," Sara said.

"At least not tonight," Grissom said, looking at his watch, "I'll let the other shifts know where we think this is going just incase they run across anything but right now it is time to say good night. I'll see you all tomorrow."

Good byes were said and everyone headed for home. Grissom looked at Sara and smiled as she headed for her car.

At the house Gil took Hank out while Sara showered and fixed a quick bit to eat.

Gil walked back in the house, "I'm not sure what smells better, you or dinner."

Gil walked up to Sara and put his arms around her, "You. Defiantly you."

With dinner finished Gil showered while Sara straightened the kitchen.

"Where's my wife?" Gil called from the bedroom.

Sara smiled, she loved it when he referred to her that way, "On my way."

Sara walked into the bedroom and into her husbands arms, their lips touched, soft yet passionate kisses exchanged.

"Do you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you," Gil whispered, his hands caressing her face tenderly.

Sara dropped her robe and pushed him to the bed, "Nothing stopping you now."

Gil reached for her and pulled her into the bed next to him, "No there is not."

Gil parted a strand of hair from Sara's cheek before showering her face with his tender kisses, moving his lips down to her neck, and finally, to her breast. Taking a nipple into his mouth, she breathed his name and ran her fingers through his hair. Gil eased her legs apart with his hand, moving his mouth from one breast, to her other, sucking on her nipple and brushing his finger against her nub, sending her senses into overload.

He brought his mouth down on her and let his tongue do the magic. While using his tongue to caress her nub he placed a finger inside of her, pumping. Her moans kept getting louder and she was panting for air. Gently Gil placed another finger inside of her and a second later as moisture flooded his mouth he knew she was done.

He kissed his way back to her mouth. Gil raised above her and gently kissed her as he entered her, causing her to cry out. Gil closed his eyes and groaned, relishing at the euphoric feeling he got just from being inside of her.

Instinctively, she slid her hands over to his back, as she arched her body to him, begging for more. Gil felt as though their bodies would melt together as they continued to love each other.

Panting heavily now, Gil increased his movements, thrusting it into her. Sara moaned, feeling her body shudder as her second orgasm swept through her.

Gil felt her walls tighten around his manhood as she came, stopping momentarily to savor the sensation of her orgasm as she spilled her juices over his manhood while he was inside of her.

Sara could feel Gil's manhood as it started to throb, she knew he was close.

Sara held him to her as he shuddered, spilling himself deep within her.

Gil stayed inside of her for a few moments, keeping his eyes closed as they drifted off to that special place, softly Gil planted a gentle kiss on her lips before rolling over onto his back and holding her tightly to him, feeling the last bit of his strength drain from his body when he did.

Neither moved form that spot as sleep found them.