Chapter 4: That's the Way It Goes
Sara sat in Grissom's arms for what seemed like hours, just listening to the rain and watching as he stroked her hair trying to comfort her. She had gotten so upset when it started to rain he didn't know why but it made him upset to see her so sad. 'What have I done I shouldn't have came up here I know something would happen to make things worse.' He drifted off into thought about all the things that had just happened he was only vaguely aware that Sara had fallen to sleep. He watched her for a few minutes before he picked her up and carried her into the cabin. He walked to the bedroom and laid her down. He removed her shoes and socks, then arranged her on the bed so she would be comfortable.
Sara only vaguely remembered Grissom packing her to her bedroom and laying her down. When she woke, she was warm and heard pots clacking together. She throw the cover back and got up noticing that she had the afghan around her. 'How the world did this get in here?' She thought as she folded the afghan, changed her muddy clothes then walked back out into the living room and throw it over the back of the lover sit.
Sara noticed several bags sitting by the couch and that the blanket was pulled down off the back. 'Grissom slept in here last night.' Sara walked into the kitchen and was almost knocked backwards by the sight of Gil Grissom standing there in the small kitchen of the cabin.
He stood by the sink washing the dishes in his boxers and a tee shirt. Sara watched him in silence for several minutes before she stepped forward and tapping him on the shoulder. Grissom almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Sara standing there looking at him. "I wasn't expecting you to be up for another two or three hours." He explained looking down at his clothes.
"Apparently," she said smiling at him for the first in what seemed like forever. She watched as he walked into the living room and dig in one of the bags. He withdraw a pair of faded blue jeans and slipped them on.
"I was going to make coffee but you got up before I could get the dishes done and had a chance to start it." He said upon reentering the kitchen. Sara watched as he walked around her and grabbed a pot. He filled it with water and sat it on the stove. The he turned the heat on and turned to look at her.
"I was hoping we could talk about something's today you know thing's that need to be talked about." Grissom said looking at the floor. Sara stepped forward and put her hand on his face making him look at her.
"I was hoping we could talk too." She said still not moving her hand.
The rain was still coming down hard outside and Sara could hear it hitting the roof. They stood in the kitchen Sara's hand on his check and his hand on her waist holding her close to him. Sara lifted her head and touched her lips with his. They stood there exchanging the kiss neither pulling away, neither wanting to. Then the kiss turned heated and hungry. Sara clinched Grissom's shoulders when he pulled her to him and deepened the kiss.
When he pulled away Sara was amazed at the heat in his eyes the blinding emotions that he had been hiding for five years. "Sara I don't know what to do about this…"
"Grissom I don't want you to think about that, just kiss me again, please." She pleaded going on her tiptoes and kissing him again.
They were headed toward the bedroom door when Grissom's cell phone went off. He was going to ignore it but Sara pulled away.
"Grissom your cell phones ringing." She said as she walked past him and back into the kitchen.
"Grissom," he said into the phone.
"Hey," it was Catherine.
"What's up Catherine?" He asked watching as Sara poured coffee into a cup signaling to him that she would pure him some.
"Thanks Sara." He mouthed accepting the coffee that she had brought him.
"Grissom what are you doing up there? I heard that you went up to talk to Sara and you haven't come back. What are you doing?" Catherine asked again.
"I'm trying to talk to her now Catherine if you would be so kind as to not call me again unless it's a true emergency I would appreciate it, I'll be gone for the next week." Grissom hung up and walked out onto the porch to find Sara.
She was watching the storm as it rolled by, as the rain hit the ground, and the tops of the two Tahoe's that sit close to the lake.
"That was Catherine she's going to drive me crazy." Grissom said as he sat his coffee down on the banister and wrapped his arms around her. She just stood there and leaned back against him. She loved the fell of his warm embrace holding her close and tight. She felt safe and protected the way she had when he would hug her in college. College had been great for her and Grissom had been there ready to help her and she had always seen the light in his eyes when she was around. She had wanted him then and she still wanted him now even when she had vowed to herself she'd never want him again she did.
"Grissom I don't know what was going on with me, in there in the kitchen, I was just don't know what to say I don't regret it or anything but…"
"Sara your rambling," he said softly wheeling her around and capturing her lips with his.
They kissed and touched each other holding onto all the control it took not to strip down to nothing on the porch and take each other there. Sara lifted her head and laid it on Grissom's shoulder and watched the lake ripple with the raindrops.
"Sara, what are you thinking about?" Grissom asked looking out with her. She laughed and snuggled closer to him.
"Just thinking about back when my life made since and about when I know what I wanted." She looked up at him; he was handsome in all the ways a man should be.
"You don't know what you want till you find it." Grissom quoted easing a laugh out of her.
"Or until you lose it." She added looking over at the lake.
"You'll never lose me Sara, never." Grissom said as he held her close and kissed the top of her head.
"I know that's not what worries me."
They stood holding each other. Sara finally got cold and turned to go back inside. The rain had let up but not a lot it still came in hard sheets that hit the roof.
"Sara," Grissom walked in as she was digging in the refrigerator for something to eat.
"What?" She mumbled as she pulled out some egg salad.
"What do you want to do now?" Grissom stood by the couch with his hands in his pockets looking at the ground.
"I don't know. What do you want to do?" She asked putting some egg salad between two pieces of bread.
"Well a few things come to mind we could talk or listen to music." He listed off a few things anything but what was really going through his mind.
"Music sounds good." Sara said digging into her egg salad sandwich.
"Ok," he walked over to the radio and turned it on. The CD player went into life talking about felling bare naked, he looked at Sara and smiled.
"Ok maybe that CD isn't such a good idea." She said moving into the living room ignoring the sheepish grin that Grissom had on his face as he left the CD playing and sitting down on the couch still eating.
Grissom sat down beside her and moved to where she was laying on his chest and stroked her hair.
Twenty minutes later they were still sitting there like it was nothing out of the ordinary for them.
"Grissom," Sara said as she looked up at him smiling.
"Hump," he said lifting his head from its comfortable position on top of hers.
"Are you sleepy? I saw that you slept on the couch it's not very comfortable I know." She eyed the couch opposite of them.
"Now that you mention it I am kind of tired." Grissom smiled down at her slyly. The music was still playing as they walked into the bedroom together.
Sara grabbed up something before Grissom had a chance to see what it was.
"What was that?" He asked as she shoved it into a drawer in the dresser. The room was painted in a light blue color that was beautiful, the bed was four poster and heavy oak wood with matching furniture for the room.
"Nothing just something I sleep in sometimes." She smiled as she walked over and fixed the bed.
Grissom felt like a teenager who was inexperienced in the process of making love. He watched as Sara straightening things up in the room then turned to look at him. "Come on get over here." She said motioning to the spot in front of her.
"I can't my legs have gone to jelly." He said so she came to him.
"Maybe it's these jeans they seem a bite tight don't you think." She smiled as she ran her hand over Grissom's buttock.
Sara couldn't help but smile, here she was after five years of waiting and being patient she finally had him, here in her house, in front of her, ready and willing to make love to her. When she started to rub her hand over his hip he groaned and almost lost it.
"Your going to kill me you know that." He said as he skimmed his hands down her back stopping at her thigh.
"But what a way to die, huh, Grissom?" She said as she tiptoed so that she could kiss him. They fell back on the bed with Sara under Grissom.
TBC…
