Note from Katyrye:

This is an old story that I found on my live journal account under the name CSI Supervisor. I am posting it again with hopes that I can tweak it or reminisce about old stories. I love writing, but I am also a review whore. If you are on facebook, like my page. Have a good day

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Tittle: equanimity
Author: Your Supervisor
Chapter: One
Rated: Emm for mature
Summary: It's time to take that big step, but things get in the way. It is surely to be the night from hell
A/N: Umm.. Hi
Disclaimer: Is my name Katy Grissom? Well, then there's your answer

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"Barbra, you are my reason for being. You are my heart and soul," The Wal-Mart man babbled.

We have been driving for a half-hour now and the Wal-Mart man's constant babbling was making me wish I could pull over and run out into the dessert; where I would hopefully make friends with a pack of coyotes, learning to live off nature. My situation in Grissom's lap hadn't improved much. My butt was falling asleep, and every time I shifted, I swore I could feel his erection pressing against me.

"I am the sun and Barbara, you are the East." The Wal-Mart man tried to quote.

We finally pulled into the parking lot of headquarters and parked. The officer got out and I looked over my shoulder at Grissom, our faces were inches apart.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"What?" He asked.

"Gil, your hard-on has been stabbing me in the butt from the moment I sat down," I pointed out.

Grissom raised his eyebrows and shifted me up. He dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a roll of antacids. My face turned beet-red, but Grissom only grinned.

"I take offense to that, I think I'm a lot thicker than a roll of antacids," Grissom said.

I looked away and struggled with the door. I swung it open and fell out onto the parking lot.

"Sara!" Grissom said, reaching for me.

"My sweet!" The Wal-Mart man said.

I waved them both off and started my walk into the building; I just want this night to end so I could go home.

GSR:

I sat in the locker room, shoving things back into my locker. This whole night was weighing me down, and it all started with Grissom being called away. I wanted to go home and slip into a hot bath. I wanted to sit on my couch for a moment and eat a salad. I wanted to sleep with Grissom, damn it.

I felt his presence behind me (you know, the feeling that sends chills down your spine) and turned.

"Honey, are you OK?" He asked me, stepping into the room.

"I'm fine," I lied. "I'm so ready for this night end."

Grissom licked his lips and stepped closer. "Do you want to go on home?" He asked.

"What?" I asked, slightly shocked.

"We have the Wal-Mart guy so there isn't much else to do. You can go on home and rest up," Grissom said to me.

I was so tempted to take his offer. Why not, I deserved a break. Besides, I could shave my legs, pamper myself a little and wait till Grissom got off. Them we could pick up where we had left off.

"Sure," I said. I could already feel my body starting to relax.

"After shift, I'll come by," He said, softly.

I glanced behind Grissom to make sure the coast was clear, and then stole a quick kiss. Not matter how brief my kisses with Grissom were, he always lingered on my lips. Grissom put his hand lightly on my waist and rubbed my belly with his thumb.

"A promise of things yet to come;" I said with smile.

GSR:

I thought it was best that Sara go home, she was still riled up about having to kiss the Wal-Mart man. She also needed to rest up, so that I could show her that I was indeed bigger than a roll of antacids. I glanced towards the bench, where the Wal-Mart guy was supposed to be, and stopped.

"Where's the Wal-Mart guy?" I asked the nearby officers.

"Nobody had been brought in, so I figured you had him," An officer replied.

GSR:

I turned off my tap and turned to grab my book and my IPOD; I had hurried home as fast as I could and headed directly to the bathroom. I hurried out of my clothes and stepped into the bath and when my foot dipped into the water, boy did it feel heavenly. I felt chills all over my body and I finally sank my whole body in, letting the warm water wash over me. I sighed and slid my head under, letting the warmth swallow me. Heaven.

That's when my cell phone tore through the silence. I mentally kicked myself for bringing it into the bathroom. I glanced at the caller ID and smiled; it was my 'Hunk-of-burning-love'.

"Hello, Gilbert." I answered.

"Sara, we have a little problem." Grissom said.

"Do you know where I am right now? I'm in the bathtub. Naked," I said seductively.

I heard Grissom breathe heavily; he was probably imagining me naked in a bathtub.

"Sara, Wal-Mart man is missing," He said.

I sat up straight in the bath. "What do you mean he's missing? He couldn't have gotten far check-"

Knock knock knock

Jesus….

It felt like a scene from a horror movie. I turned my eyes towards the bathroom door and gulped.

"Gil, someone is at my front door," I whispered into the phone.

"Okay, don't answer it. Look and see who it is." He told me.

I nodded, grabbed my robe and padded to the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw the Wal-Mart man, smiling at the door. He was holding flowers.

"Gil, Wal-Mart man is standing outside my door," I whispered into the phone.

"It's me, my sweet," The maniac said.

And to think I believed him.

GSR:

My nightmare was coming true, there was a maniac standing outside of my girlfriend's apartment. Wait let me rephrase the, my NAKED girlfriend's apartment.

"It's me, my sweet," I heard over the phone.

"Gil," Sara whispered. "What do I do?"

I stood and grabbed my jacket. "Just lock the door, don't say anything to him. Brass and I will be there in a minute," I said.

I don't mean to be harsh, but by kissing our suspect, she sort of brought this all on herself. Now it was I, Gil Grissom, who would rescue his lady in distress.

GSR:

My hero was on his way. I looked through the peep hole at the Wal-Mart man and sighed. How did he get here anyway? I watched as he turned, and walked away. Good, maybe he'll stay gone. Go back to Wal-Mart.

I took a seat (I am still in my robe, mind you) and waited for Grissom.

GSR:

When Jim and I arrived, there was no Wal-Mart man in sight.

"Maybe he took off," Jim said, reaching out to knock on Sara's door.

"Sara, it's us," I called.

I heard the chain being removed, a dead-bolt being unlocked and a floor-bolt removed. The door creaked open and Sara's face appeared.

"Who are you trying to keep out?" Brass joked.

Sara ignored his wise-crack. "Do you have him?" She asked.

"He wasn't here," Brass said.

Just then Brass' radio crackled and the dispatcher spoke. The detective snatched up his radio and replied in a rush.

"Ten-Four, I'm on my way," He said.

I looked at Sara. "Look Jim, I'll stay here and wait a while. If he comes back I'll call you," I said.

"Okay, sounds good. You kids behave," Brass said, walking down the hall.

GSR:

I let Grissom in my apartment and shut the door. I secured all the locks back and returned to my spot on the couch. Grissom was wearing his confused face again.

"Just in case," I said

Grissom nodded and made his way over to me. "Better safe than sorry," He said, taking a seat.

I nodded and sighed. "Can I get you something?" I asked.

Grissom looked at me and raise an eyebrow. "Are you seriously asking me this?" He asked.

I couldn't believe he was trying to 'bust a move' now, especially with the Wal-Mart guy somewhere out there; men and their ridiculous sexual drive.

"Gil, you know what I mean." I said.

To be honest, I really wouldn't mind Grissom showing me the 'time of my life' right now. I was a little uptight.

GSR:

We sat and waited for what seemed like hours, but no Wal-Mart man. The tension in the room had begun to build and my bath water had probably gotten cold.

"Gil, I don't think he's coming back." I said.

"You're probably right," Grissom said, yawning.

"So...I guess you better get back," I said.

What was I doing? Grissom and I were alone, together and I was naked; so half his job was already done. All I had to do was lay down.

"Are you kicking me out?" He asked, trying to put on his best 'puppy' face. He stood and tried to look hurt.

"Aren't they going to get suspicious?" I asked.

"I'm on my break. I went out to grab a sandwich," Grissom said, grinning.

Okay, maybe this would work out; me, my sexy supervisor and an hour. I nodded to him and went to wrap my arms around his waist. He hugged me back and I sighed.

"Finally."

"Sit back down," I said, seductively to Grissom.

Grissom took a seat and I straddled his lap I ran my fingers through his hair and tenderly kissed his neck, adding the necessary licks and nips. I could feel him getting hard underneath me.

"That's not a roll of antacids is it?" I asked.

"No, but it is good for you," Grissom joked.

I laughed and trailed kisses up towards his face. If there is one think I know I'll never tire of, it's kissing Grissom. His skin was rough and extremely kissable; his beard always tickled my lips.

Grissom playfully tugged at my robe. "What's under here?" He asked, softly.

I laughed against his skin. "That's for me to know, and for you to find out," I teased.

Grissom chuckled. "Can I find out?" He asked.

I laughed again and pulled back. "You just want to see my boobs," I joked.

"That's a given," He said, untying my sash.

The feeling of his finger so close to my 'womanly area' was making me wet and ready for action. I stood up, away from Grissom's grasp, and untied it myself. I let it slip off my shoulders and down my back; it pooled to the floor and I kicked it back. I felt his eyes leaving a hot trail down my body. He licked his lips and crooked his finger in a 'come here' motion.

"Hmm, must like what you see," I teased, settling myself back on his lap.

"I do," Grissom said, kissing my bare shoulder. "I like it very much."

He kissed a trail from the top of my shoulder to the swell of my breast. My breath caught and I arched back to give him better access. He gently nipped his way down and took my nipple between his teeth.

"Mmmm Gil," I purred.

I thrust my hips forward, against his erection and he growled. I was impressed with my response, so I did it again. This time he rose up to meet me. How can anyone call this dry-humping when I am not dry at all?

"Okay, now you're just asking for it?" Grissom whispered in my ear.

I laughed and rode him harder, but that's where it stopped. Yes, all this wonderful magic stopped.

"Ohhh... my looooooveee... my darlllinnnnngggg," We heard the Wal-Mart man sing through the door.

In my head, I could see myself playing baseball. I was rounding all the bases and was just about to slide home, and then I struck out. What luck?

"You have to be shitting me!" Grissom groaned, letting his head thump onto the back of my couch.

"I hunger for...youuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrr touchhhhh... areeeee you stilllll... MINNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!" The maniac belted from behind the door.

I stood up and grabbed my robe, pulling it on I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole. The Wal-Mart man stood there, holding a box of chocolates.

"Aww Gil, he brought me candy," I joked.

"I had something better," Grissom said, calling Brass.