Working through it

An hour later Grissom emerged from the bathroom refreshed but still a little enthralled. He quickly dressed and went out to the living room. Sara was seated on the couch dressed in a pair of shorts and a t shirt. Her legs were laid out across the couch and she was reading one of his forensic magazines. Gilbert was on her stomach and hank was lying on the floor under the table looking at the cat intently.

"Hank leash" Grissom said as he headed over to the chair opposite Sara and began to put his shoes on. Sara put the magazine down and watched as the dog got up and went over to the bench by the front door and grabbed his leash. He headed over to Grissom and stood waiting. When Grissom was done with his shoes he took the leash from the dog and clicked it in place.

Sara was astounded and stared as Grissom headed towards the door and then stopped. He turned around and looked at Sara with narrowed eyes. "What?" she asked a little apprehensively. "He came up to her and stood, he looked at her for a moment and then bent down, inches away from her face.

"I want you to promise me you won't go near any sharp objects while I'm out. No knives, no glass, no nothing. Understood?" Sara huffed out loud with an annoyed look on her face. "Fine" she said as she once again began reading her magazine. Grissom stood up for a moment and then bent back down.

He pulled the magazine down and raised an eyebrow. Sara looked at him "What?" she said again. He shrugged his shoulder and then leaned in, taking her mouth in a searing kiss. He pulled away moments later, stood up, and headed out the door.

Sara laid there, stunned. She felt her lips with her hand and closed her eyes. The feel of her lips on his mouth was like heaven. She snuggled into the couch and began to read her magazine again, warm all over. An hour later and Grissom returned with Hank, out of breath and sweaty all over.

He took off the leash and placed it back in its home then headed into the kitchen for a bottle of water. He chugged it down and threw away the bottle. Sara watched him in fascination as he removed his shoes and placed them in their home next to the door and then headed into his room.

Deciding she was hungry she went into the kitchen and began to prepare a snack. She grabbed some grapes, an apple, an orange, some strawberries…pretty much one of every kind of fruit in the kitchen.

She was looking through the cupboards for a bowl when Grissom came in, his hair still damp from the shower. She found a bowl and began to peel an orange. Grissom raised an eyebrow at her, "and how were you planning to cut the fruit?" he asked her.

She paused her actions and raised her own eyebrow back at him. "That's what you're for" and she gestured at the cutting board lying on the counter. She finished peeling the orange and handed it to him. He began cutting it as she washed the other fruit. They made a good team and worked in unison.

Once in a while they would brush up against one another just to feel the other and by the time their snack was ready the air was full of sexual tension. Sara placed their fruit salad in bowls and headed to the living room. Grissom followed her out with a couple of bottles of water.

Sara placed the bowls on the table and sat down on the couch. She grabbed the remote to the TV and turned it on. Grissom sat down next to her and ate his snack while Sara searched through the TV stations. Finally settling on a rerun of M.A.S.H. she began to eat.

Grissom finished his snack and got up. "Where are you going?" she asked him.

"Unlike you missy, I have to work and…" as if on cue the doorbell rang. Grissom walked over and let Catherine in, "hey Cath, glad you could cover tonight. Sara's on the couch." The two of them walked into the living room and Sara glared at them.

"Don't look so surprised Sara, did you actually think we would let you stay on your own. The whole night" Cath said as she took a seat on the chair. Sara sat there with her arms crossed over her chest and glared at them. Grissom shrugged his shoulder, gave Cath an apologetic look and then bent down and gave Sara a peck on the forehead.

As soon as he was out of the door Cath was asking questions, "so what happened today? Anything juicy?" Sara smiled at her and then went into the story of what had happened that day. Cath look at her with rapt attention, knowing what Grissom was going through and laughing.

Grissom got to work and headed straight for his office. There were three assignments on his desk and he knew it was going to be a long night. He was still worried about Sara and called home. There was no answer, worried even more he called Sara's phone, still no answer. He tried to calm himself as he dialed Cath's number, after a couple of rings she answered.

"Willows"

"Cath, I tried to call the house. Why didn't you guys answer the phone?"

"Gil, it's not our house."

"Let me talk to Sara" a moment later Sara's sweet voice was ringing through his ear. He eased some of the tension out of his shoulders and took in a breath, "Sara, when my phone rings you can answer it. Why didn't you answer your own phone?"

"I forgot it in my room Sorry" she replied, touched by the worry in his voice.

"Ok, just promise me from now on you will answer the phone."

"I promise." She said with a little humor in her voice.

"Let me talk to Cath." He said over the line, she handed the phone back to Cath and watched as her face broke out into a smile. Cath just sat there and nodded her head saying things like "mmm…hmm" and "I will".

She finally hung up the phone and grinned over at Sara. "What?" Sara asked.

"Grissom just gave me a ten minute lecture on what you can and cannot do. You have that man wrapped around your finger." Sara sat back and smiled at the thought.