Chapter 9

Again a day without Grissom.

Sara had got accustomed to expecting his calls when she arrived at home.

And today, she wasn't disappointed. He had told her what he was doing but he avoided every personal remark. But at the end of his last he sounds very sad.

"Please talk to me, Sara. I miss you so much."

Something had happened. Should she call him?

The telephone was only a couple of centimeters away. She reached for it and dialed the number of the hotel. She would leave a message. As a kind of peace offer.


The ice age had broken out between Catherine and Grissom. They only had spoken with each other if it was necessary.

Arrived in the hotel he immediately went to his room. He had got couple of news in his hand which he had received at the reception. He don't look at it. What should be important in there?

2 hours later he finally reached for the stack and saw Saras message.

She had finally got in touch with him. He saw at the watch. It was almost midnight. Perhaps she had a free day and was at home. He simply would try it.

She had left the phone number of her apartment. Why did she still live there?

The telephone rang a few times and he actually heard Sara's sleepy voice.

"Hello."

"Hello. How are you?"

"I miss you. I was worried because you don't talk with me and I'm afraid that you're feelings changed. That you don't love me anymore."

Grissom brought out.

"How is Catherine?"Sara replied.

"Please Sara don't believe what Catherine has said. I don't know what she has said but nothing is between us. I want only you."

"Grissom, I always wanted only you."

Sara had got awake in the meantime. She had never expected that he would question her relation. What had happened?

"Grissom, why are you so sad? Do we want to talk about it? Gil it cannot be so badly."

Grissom had sat down on the bed. Sara wanted to talk with him. He thought this is a good sign.

"I don't know. Its all so weird. The FBI don't like my input. And Catherine imagines that she can let our affair revive. I must work with her, I wish her somewhere else. She simply gets on my nerves."

Sara had to smile. This sounded not so as if Catherine plan was successfull.

"Poor baby. I really have sympathy for you."

"No You don't", replied Grissom. "I really earn your sympathy. Have I already told you that I miss you?"

"How much?"Sara asked at the other end of the telephone. She made it to herself comfortable in bed. Fortunately it was her day off. Actually she wanted to go to work but the male members of the team had forced her to stay at home.

"Promise me that we will never have such days again, Sara? I miss the days and nights with you. What left is that I imagine you lie alone in your bed. What do you have on?"

"Grissom, what this ? Telephone sex?"

"Better than no sex. Therefore what do you have on?"

"Are you sure that you have locked your door? I think we still are somehow in the honeymoon and I don't want an interruption there."

"Well, I look. And don't turn away, Sara. What do you have on?"

He already felt better. Should she go into his game? She saw to her down.

"I have a CSI shirt on, nothing else. And what does the door do?"

"She is locked. So a T-shirt. Is it dark in your room? I imagine you have only the table lamp is on. You almost have closed your eyes and think of me."

"Grissom, are you still dressed ? This is unfair. In addition, I am not sure whether I want already to go on. I was still angry until a couple of minutes ago. And now you want sex ?"

"Sara, you are jealous."

Sara close her ees. He war right. She was jealous and loneley.

Sara lay in her bed in Las Vegas and thought of Grissom's touches. She longed for him very much. But this wasn't immoral? Sex as solution of all problems?

"Sara, I am already happy that we talk with each other. Is everything all right again?"

"I hope so. How long do you stay in Quantico?"

"I don't know. Sara, why are you at your home?"

Sara sighed.

"I didn't want to move in an empty apartment. If you are there again, I give up my apartement and we begin our life. There then are no more old days with Catherine, though. Promised?"

"Promise.I have almost told Catherine that we are together. But back to the sex-thing. Do I need a shower or I should take care of me myself, if you know what I mean."

"You want telephone sex, Grissom, however, cannot pronounce the word masturbation."

"Of course I can. I am a scientist and it is a quite normal physical process."

"It is for certain really quite normal if I touch me and think of you, too."

Grissom only could "quite normally" reply there.

"We should, Mister Grissom not waste time then. I really cannot object scientific arguments."


Telephone sex with Grissom had something. Sara cuddled up contentedly in her cushion. Grissom was such an erotic man, no wonder that Catherine wanted him back. No wonder, Sara thought before she fell asleep.

Grissom had a terrific dream. Sara sat on his lap and had put her arms around his neck. Her kisses were simply wonderful. But this noise was weird ? Slowly became he awake. Wow, what a terrific dream. He needed a cold shower very fast.

"Grissom, are you finally awake?"

Sometimes Catherine's voice carried although, too.

"I'm coming in."

Without waiting further, she opened the door.

"You still in bed."

Catherine sat down on the edge of the bed and painted the blanket smoothly.

Grissom looked at her sceptically. Apparently she hadn't given up yet. Should he really talk about it?

"Catherine, you know we are friends. Please don't destroy this. After the last incident you really shouldn't provoke me."

Catherine looked to the ground.

"I only thought ..."

Grissom shook the head.

"No, you make it believe to yourself. I just don't understand why."

"You know me well and like me as I am. I can be good or bad-tempered, you forgive me always. I don't want that this stops."

Grissom looked at her.

"It only will stop when you want things which I don't want. Please let it go. Can you do this? Try it at least ? Please ?"

Ooooo

Shortly before they arrived at the FBI, Grissom's telephone rang. The display showed Sara's name.. He unconsciously smiled.

"Go ahead, Catherine. I must accept the telephone call."

"Hi Honey, good morning."

"If Catherine had gone to the telephone, then she would have her answer now."

And Sara replied. "Just like me."

"Jealous? I am impressed."

Sara like his playful reply. She really have no doubt that he completely belonged to her and not to Catherine.

"Don't get me wrong. I only want to wish you a beautiful day."

"Sara, will you move in my townhouse ?"

"No Grissom, I told you before thats I don't want to live in your house alone. We can move my stuff if you come back. This also is more fun. Agreed?"

"I think I can live with that. Do you call again?"

"Shure. I love you, Griss."


Catherine sat in the office and waited. How could Grissom treat her in such a way? She was no stupid goose but a self-confident and handsome woman anyway. She could have everybody, why not Grissom.

But she had noticed at his intonation that he was serious. But at least she wanted to know why ? Who was the female person who apparently took care of Grissom?


TBC

again many thanks for the help, Summer Reign. It means a lot.