Sara made it all the way to her bed before crying. She wasn't entirely sure why he was crying, but it felt like the right thing to do. When the tears stopped, she was able to think about what he was asking her to do. She had plenty of time to decide and she also knew he would respect her decision without pressuring her otherwise. She fell asleep weighting the pros and cons and failed to set the alarm.
Grissom sat in his office waiting for shift to begin. He knew she wasn't here yet and was wondering why. He would wait until shift officially began to call her. Ten minutes later, he found himself walking down the hall to meet his team. He took a moment to look around the room and confirm what his senses had already told him.
"Where's Sara?" he asked. Each one of them shrugged their shoulders. He passed out assignments and retreated to his office. Greg found him seconds later.
"Hey, you coming?"
"Yes, I'll meet you outside in a few minutes." Gil answered and reached for the phone.
"Ok; calling Sara?"
"Yes."
"I'll see you in a few." Greg said and disappeared. Grissom dialed Sara's number from memory and when it went to her voicemail, he hung up and dialed again.
Sara heard the phone ringing. She started to move towards it, but then it stopped. A few seconds later, it started up again. Three times this happened before she picked up the phone only to have it stop ringing in her hand. She was just about to check the missed calls, but it started to ring again.
"Hello?"
"Oh, good, you're alive." Sara scrunched her face up in confusion.
"Grissom?"
"Yes, where are you?"
"I'm at home."
"Shift started thirty minutes ago." Sara looked at the clock and fully woke up now.
"Oh, I forgot to set the alarm. I'll come right in." He could hear her moving.
"It's my fault isn't it?" he asked on a sigh.
"I let my thoughts get ahead of me. I was distracted." she said.
"Are you still feeling ill?" he asked.
"I still have questions."
"Do you need to stay home?"
"That's probably a good idea; thank you."
"Rest easy and I'll see you later."
"Ok, bye."
"Bye." He said and hung up. He then got his own kit and went to go meet Greg. At the front desk Judy stopped him.
"Greg said that he went on to the scene and would meet you there."
"Ok, thanks Judy." He detoured to the garage for his own company issued vehicle.
Greg's car was parked next to Brass' when he got there. He nodded to the detective on his way in.
"Hello Greg."
"Hey, did you get a hold of Sara?"
"I did."
"Is she coming in?"
"No; she's not feeling well and is using a sick day." Grissom told the young man.
"That's a sudden illness. She was fine at breakfast."
"Maybe it didn't agree with her. She didn't sound to well and she's not the type to blow off work."
"Good point. I took photos all around and was about to start collecting evidence."
"I'll take the body." Grissom offered.
"I got the room." Just then, David entered. Greg nodded and returned to his work. Grissom bagged something from victim's shoes.
"Hey Grissom."
"Hello David." David got to work immediately; taking liver temp and checking for rigor mortis in order to determine a tentative T.O.D. It took an hour for Grissom and David to collect all visible evidence before the body was taken away. Grissom's phone rang a minute later.
"Grissom."
"I need to talk to you."
"Immediately?"
"The sooner the better."
"I'll call you when I leave my scene. I can escape for lunch then."
"Ok, I'll be here." The call ended as abruptly as it had begun, causing him to stare blankly at it for a second.
"Everything alright?" Greg unknowingly interrupted his thoughts.
"Uh…yeah. I'm taking lunch as soon as we finish here then I'll meet you back at the lab." Greg nodded and understood that he was not invited on Grissom's lunch detour. Three hours later, all of the evidence was loaded into Greg's Tahoe. Greg left for the lab and Grissom went over to Sara's. He called her from the car and she told him to just come right in. Fifteen minutes later, he was on her couch.
"What do you need to know?" he asked.
"Details; how often do you need to feed?"
"I would have a small snack every day and a big meal about every three to four days."
"Where would you…dine from?"
"There are several places I could take from. I've already mentioned between your thighs, but there's also your neck, elbow and wrist."
"How would that change our relationship?"
"We could keep it as is or we could take it to a more intimate level. I would be putting my mouth on your body." He told her and fought with his body to maintain control.
"What do you want?" She asked the question he knew was coming.
"I want you in my life. If you choose, we can go with you providing me nourishment and nothing else. I won't force anything on you."
"I know that. Would this be an exclusive thing?"
"I'd prefer it, yes."
"Can I see your fangs?" She leaned forward; truly interested.
"Are you willing to let me snack? I don't like to let them descend without reason."
"Would that prevent me from donating next week?"
"If we start this arrangement, then I would feed as needed. Next week's donation time would be considered breakfast and I will feed then."
"What about when I have my period?"
"I imagine that if our relationship is intimately physical, then I would enjoy feeding on that." Sara flushed with arousal again at the thought of his head between her thighs.
"Mmm, smells good." Grissom was beginning to lose the war with his body.
"Where would you take from me tonight?"
"Most likely, your neck. Your hair is long enough and the right shirt would cover it up."
"Would you kiss me?"
"If you would like me to." Sara stood and pulled on his hand. She placed her head on his chest and heard nothing.
"I don't need anything to survive except blood." He wrapped his arms around her.
"So, do you have a death certificate then?"
"No, I'm not truly dead. I'll most likely kill myself at some point. I'll figure something out."
"How would you do that?" She asked.
"I'm not sure. I have a few theories."
"Is there any way for you to be human again?"
"I doubt it. I wouldn't even know where to begin looking." He answered solemnly.
"Do you need to eat now?"
"I could. I can also wait until tomorrow. By then I have to ingest something." They were still in their embrace. She looked up at the same time he looked down; their faces centimeters apart.
"May I kiss you?" It was barely audible, even to Sara.
"Yes." She used the same tone as he had. The gap softly closed between them and the kiss remained gentle. Sara used her tongue to request entrance into his mouth. Her request was eagerly granted. The kiss deepened until Sara needed air. She looked at him and noted that his eyes were bluer than she'd ever seen them.
"That was intense." Sara spoke quietly.
"Yes, it was."
"When do you need to be back?" She asked and placed one hand on his chest.
"Soon." His hand covered hers.
"What did it feel like when you were fed off of?"
"It was during intercourse, so to me, it felt amazing." he said.
"Oh."
"Would you like to know how it feels?" he asked.
"I'm not sure."
"I understand if you need more time."
"Thank you. What if I'm not ready by donation time?"
"Then I'll do what I always do; take it home and drink it later."
"Your patience and understanding is amazing." she said.
"I try."
"Just a snack?" Sara asked after another quiet moment.
"Just a snack." he confirmed.
"Ok." Grissom led Sara to a chair and kneeled in front of her. He grabbed her left wrist and checked her face for permission once more. Again, she nodded. First, he placed a kiss at the spot he was going to nibble from.
"Let me see." She broke the silence and he looked up at her in confusion. Sara took her hands and brought them to his mouth. She moved his lips out of the way and probed his fangs with her fingers. Suddenly, she kissed and probed his mouth with her tongue. He allowed it because her comfort level was important to him. Finally, she broke apart.
"I'm ready now."
"Ok." He held her wrist in both of his hands and made sure she was able to see him. As gently as he could, he pierced the skin. She gasped as he suckled for thirty seconds. She was definitely aroused and panting. He didn't want to take too much and therefore stopped. He applied significant pressure to her wrist in order to stop the flow of blood.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Are you full?" she shot back.
"For now."
"I'm fine."
"So, how does it feel?"
"Warm and tingly." She answered.
"You're aroused."
"Yes."
"If I had the time, would we be taking care of that?" he asked, worried that he was being too forward. It was definitely out of his comfort zone to ask a question like that.
"Probably." Sara answered honestly.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Is this something that we can continue?" he asked. She heard the hope in his voice that he had tried to conceal.
"Will it always feel that good?" Sara asked.
"I'm sure it all depends on where I feed from, and moods and such." He shrugged, because he honestly didn't know the answer.
"Call me when you need to eat next. I'll feed you." she said.
"Again, thank you. Where are your band-aids?" He was still putting pressure on her wrist.
"In the medicine cabinet." Sara answered and was able to see just how fast Grissom could move when he wanted to. He bandaged her wrist and kissed it a final time.
"Regretfully, I need to go back to work. I will call you though." he said.
"Ok, need me to come in?"
"I told Greg that you said you weren't feeling well. You'd better just stay home for tonight."
"Alright." They walked to her front door. He paused to caress her cheek.
"Thank you doesn't seem appropriate."
"It works for me. I'll see you later."
"Bye."
"Bye." He left and she closed the door. She knew he was waiting on the other side waiting for the telltale signs of her locking it. She went back to bed and wrote in her journal about everything that had transpired since she'd left work.
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A/N: What do you think she will say? (I know what I would say *wink, wink)
Reviews are wanted and appreciated.
