This is taking a while but thank you for baring with me. Big shout to GSRgirlforever because, believe it or not, I FINALLY got myself a beta.

ENJOY while I attempt to figure out where this is actually going.

"Terrance" her voice was merely a whisper.

"I knew Gil had an eye for brunettes but damn. He picked a chic with one hell of an ass. And fact that what he is doesn't freak you out? He got it bad don't he?"

"What do you want?"

"What I can't have. I mean. Doesn't it just piss you off that you'll never be able to sleep with him cause it could kill you? I'm sure Gil told you how it killed mom? Guess that doesn't surprise me. Still..." Sara shivered violently as he eyed her hungrily. "A vegetarian vampire? Never happened before, but you never know."

"Stay the hell away from me." She knew it was pointless, but she tried to run anyway. Just as she predicted, Terrance had appeared in front of her, his arm swinging out, causing her to crash to the soaked pavement, no longer able to breathe.

"You should know you can't outrun me. You're boyfriend is a vampire." She shivered again when a cold hand ran down the side of her face, taking her chin hostage. Her eyes remained fixed to the ground when he forcefully shoved his lips to hers.

She refused to respond. This was beyond her definition of wrong, whether it was consensual on her part or not. As quickly as the kiss started, it thankfully ended, but so did his grip on her face.

There was a loud smash nearby and she tightened her closed eyes, not wanting to know what he was planning for her next. "Now it's a party" she heard him sneer close by.

"Back off Terrance" she heard in a voice that sang to her, Sara's eyes snapped open to find a huge hole in the nearby wall, two very familiar, very pissed off figures standing over Terrance, who regained his footing with ease.

"You two should get married; I can never seem to get Sidle alone. Shame."

"Don't push me." She could practically hear the icicles dripping from Grissom's voice as he practically growled the warning. It scared her.

"Gil..." George sounded concerned. Glares filled the silence, oblivious to the numerous stares and hurried pedestrians, all more than aware that a fight was about to break out with George waiting to break it up and Sara still sitting on the concrete. They were almost frozen until an unnoticed cop came to shatter the tension.

"Hate to break up the party but you folks need to move on." With the grin Sara had quickly grown to hate, Terrance made his way down the street at a moderate pace.

"Griss, I will not tell you again, stop apologizing." After Terrance was a safe distance away, Grissom had turned to check on Sara, unaware that her jeans had been soaking up rain water for nearly twenty minutes and they were the only pants she had brought with her. Luckily, her mother was only two sizes bigger and had a spare belt.

"You stopped Terrance and saved my life. Again. It's fine. Honest." A devilish gleam entered her eye as she finished, " I know how you can make it up to me though."

"You know why I can't." Sara gave him a giant smile, flashing the gap in her front teeth at him.

"Making out wont kill me Gil." His lips found themselves millimeters from hers, slim fingers sliding through his hair.

"Don't count on that."

"Shut up." Her mouth ravished his, tongues wrestling each other in ways Grissom didn't believe were possible. The icy touch of his mouth against hers thrilled her.

He was very aware that things were going too far when he vaguely noticed being separated from his shirt, or the fact his hands had found their way beneath hers.

She jerked slightly from his cold touch, but continued in her quest to expose his flesh to her. He yanked her top over her head and crashed their lips back together so quickly she barely had time to register their kiss had even stopped.

"Sara, have you seen my jacket. I can't find it anyw- shit guys, get a room." It wasn't until that moment that either realized where they were. George hastily covered his eyes and ran into the wall.

Sara grabbed for her shirt that had been abandoned on the sofa while Grissom dived over it, making a bee-line for the bathroom. He could hear Laura giving her son a lecture for his inappropriate use of language and daughter for attempting to have sex in the living room with her boyfriend.

He had been building up enough courage to confront her himself, only to realize that he'd left his shirt on the coffee table and his room was on the other side of the house. Crap.

"GILBERT!" Double crap. He was in trouble. And half naked. He could still survive most of this. All he had to do was jump through the window, run around the house, grab a shirt and come back. Less than 5 seconds. No problem. Only, there was no window.

"Oh for fucks sake." he mumbled under his breath. Stepping from the room, he was met by Sara dangling his shirt in her hand, and a very pissed off Laura Sidle.

Never, in his many years on planet Earth had anyone given him a lecture about having sex in the living room. Then again, he'd never had sex in a living room before. Yet here he was, being given chapter and verse about why he shouldn't 'do that' in a family environment, the point only punctuated when George's four year old daughter skipped into the house, Grissom's polo still in Sara's hand.

"Your mother scares me." Sara shifted her head from its current position on his shoulder, propping herself on her elbow so she could look at him. After their seminar on what NOT to do on the couch, Grissom and Sara had disappeared into her bedroom. Seeing how serious he was, she burst into laughter.

"Oh my God Gil. I have witnessed you almost throw a guy through a brick wall, you made an eight hour journey in less than an hour, and you're terrified of my mother?"

"It's not funny! She genuinely scares the crap out of me." Her laughter turned into a groan when his phone made its presence known.

"Grissom. No Ecklie. That could be difficult. I'm in Chicago. My mother. I dropped Sara at her mother's on my way. I drove. We're both nearly nine hours away and I refuse to leave my car here." In a very un-Grissom like fashion, he closed the phone in frustration, flinging it somewhere in the floor. Tucking his right arm underneath his head, his left snaked around Sara's waist as she snuggled into his side.

"What did Ecklie want?"

"Us. back at the lab. The serial is driving everyone nuts. I managed to get us a bit of time though."

"I was very impressed by your tough act though we're both nearly nine hours away and I refuse to leave my car here. Very well done."

He smiled down at her before quickly getting up, "Pack your stuff. I want to take you somewhere before we go back to Vegas."

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