Chapter 10

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The sound of Grissom's cell phone woke him up. He reached over and grabbed the phone from the nightstand, but stopped half way out of the bed when he realized that he had not been dreaming, and that Sara was tucked neatly in the bed next to him. God, she is so beautiful, he thought to himself, he could sit on the edge of the bed for hours and just watch her sleep.

But the buzzing of the cell phone did not stop, so he quietly slipped from the room and answered the call.

"Where the hell are you?" Jim Brass asked.

"I'm at the house, why?"

"Oh God, please don't tell me you blew it again," Brass responded, knowing that the house was Grissom's refuge, especially when he was in Sara-denial.

"No," Grissom smiled to himself, "No, I don't think you could say that."

"I'm just up the street," Brass said, "So put some coffee and open the door."

"No, I don't think that will work out right now," Grissom responded, still trying to be a little cagey about having a houseguest.

"Seriously," Jim answered, "We need to chat about this operation tonight and I'd rather not do it on the phone."

"Well, your timing isn't great right now, Jim."

"Do you have someone at the house?" Brass asked, curiosity piqued.

"Yes."

"Is it a tall, slim, brunette?" Jim asked, hopeful that his advice had been taken.

"Jim," Grissom warned, "This can't get out… at least not yet."

"Mum's the word, Gil," Jim promised. "But I need to swing by there, I have something that I need to get in to Sara's hands and since you are still in the dark ages in the house, I need to make sure she gets it asap."

"OK," Grissom conceded, "But give me a few minutes to wake…I mean…to warn her that company is coming."

"You old dog." Jim Brass laughed, knowing that Ms. Sidle was tucked warmly in that big old bed. It made him think of his first few days with Annie. Well, those thoughts were for another day. "I'll see you in 15."

Grissom put the coffee pot on and slipped into the bedroom. He hated waking her up. She looked safe and sound in the bed. Her tousled hair made her look like an angel. When he got closer, her slight lavender scent made him start to become excited again. He thought of Ecklie and was able to regain composure.

"Sara," he said in his softest voice, "Sara dear, you have to wake up!"

She stirred, opening her eyes to look at him. She smiled.

"It wasn't a dream?" she asked.

"No, dear," he answered, "I'm afraid you are now stuck with me."

"Stuck like glue," she answered, grinning from ear to ear.

She grabbed him around the neck and pulled him back down on the bed beside her.

"I could handle some more of that," she confided.

"Well, I will definitely help you out with that little problem," he answered, eyes dancing with excitement, "But for now, you are going to have to get up and put some clothes on, we have company coming."

She looked a little panicked.

"Who knows I am here?" she asked.

"Only Jim, I promise."

"He knows?"

"He's known for a while. Not about us, well yes about how I feel about you, but also about the house. He couldn't find either of us and has an urgent message he has to hand deliver." Grissom looked a little sheepish. He really didn't like admitting that he had talked about her to anyone, especially a work associate, but Jim and he were old friends and they really didn't have a lot of secrets from each other. He would explain in more detail later.

"Jim will keep this secret," he added.

"Yes, I know he will," Sara agreed, not wanting to admit to Grissom that she had confided in Jim about her feelings for him, and that he had been a good confidente.

She would explain more to him later.

"Can you hand me my clothes?" she asked, sitting up, wrapped in the bedsheets.

"I'll tell you what, I have some sweats over there in the cupboard, I'll get them for you and then when Jim leaves, I can help you solve that problem that we discussed earlier."

"Oh, that sounds great," she answered, "As long as a shower is involved."

Ecklie Ecklie Ecklie he said to himself over and over again, trying to refrain from becoming erect.

He handed her the sweatpants and t-shirt, LVPD branded, and left her to make the coffee.

When she exited the bedroom, hair in place, and sweats pulled tight at the waist with the drawstring, he couldn't have loved her more. She was adorable.

"We'll need to resolve the clothing issue, post haste," he told her as he handed a cup of coffee. It smelled wonderful.

"What is this?" she asked.

"Greg's special blend," Grissom answered, "He gave me a pound for Christmas."

"Suck up," she said, smiling at the thought of Greg's reaction upon finding out that she was officially his favorite CSI.

She kissed him on the cheek.

"You look stunning," he announced, running his hand down her back and patting the LVPD sticker on her butt.

"I'll bet you say that to all the women you let wear your sweats."

"No, dear," he answered, very sincerely, "You are the first, last and only."

She smiled.

"You know," he confided, "I've never brought a woman to this house."

"I'm touched," she answered.

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation.

When Jim Brass entered the room, the smile on his face was as big as either of them had ever seen.

"So," he acknowledged Gil with a nod but turned his attention immediately to Sara, "Cookie, what's new?" he added a wink.

She smiled back at him. He was clearly in on the secret.

"Nothing Jim," she lied.

"Coffee?" Grissom asked.

"Yeah," Brass answered, "A big one please."

Sara led Jim into the living room, Jim handing her a manila folder.

"What's this?" she asked.

"Go ahead and open it, its got some information that you need to know for the job today."

Grissom joined them, looking over Sara's shoulder at the dossier.

"Townsend has given you bios of most of the people who were at the concert. She wants you to review and then see if you can get any information. You'll be working closely with Meredith Witt and Stella Moyer. Witt was the club's lighting director and she is also contracted to work at the Dew Drop, Stella is a free-lance makeup artist," Brass explained.

"Why?" Grissom asked.

"They both have criminal backgrounds and, according to Townsend, they were both in town when the last couple of threats came through the mail."

"Well it looks like I have some reading to do," Sara said.

"Yes," Brass laughed, "If you aren't too busy…"

He got a funny look from both of his friends.

"Well, alright then," Bras said, clearing his throat, "Looks like I'd better let you two get back to whatever you were doing!"

Sara slugged his arm.

"Ouch Cookie," he answered, "Watch that right hook, you could hurt an old man!"

They laughed, both understanding his implication.

"And just let me go on record as saying, I am happy for the two of you. Really, really, happy. And Grissom, if you hurt her, I'm personally going to kill you and make your body disappear."

He stood up and walked to the door. Grissom followed him as Sara opened the dossier and began reading.

"Jim," he began, "I can't stress to you how much we want to keep this quiet."

"I understand," Brass answered, "You old dog."

Grissom smiled.

"How are you going to cover that smile at work?" he asked.

"What smile?" Grissom asked.

"The one that hasn't left your face since I got here," his friend cautioned.

"I'll do what I need to do," Grissom answered, "I want to keep her safe."

"I'm not kidding, my friend," Jim said quietly, "Don't hurt her."

"I understand."

"See you tonight, Bert." Jim laughed.

"Bert?" Grissom asked.

"Your cover as the bartender. Its in Sara's file," Jim chuckled, knowing how much Grissom hated that form of his name.

"Thanks Brass, I'll remember that one."

"That's not the only thing you should remember!" he warned as he left the house.

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He left her to read and process the information for about an hour. He busied himself in the kitchen making breakfast and tidying up. He didn't keep a lot of food in the house, but he did have bagels, cream cheese, and some fruit. That was fine by Sara. She was not a full-fledged vegetarian, but she was heading that way.

He excused himself and went to the shower. He came smelling fresh and clean. He put on a his housecoat and slipped up behind Sara, placing his hands on her shoulders, massaging gently to begin with, but with more force as she succumbed to his touch.

"Shower?" he asked.

"I guess that would be a good idea," she answered.

"I need some clothes. Maybe it would be best if I go home to shower."

"I'll tell you what, I'll run by your apartment and pick you up some clothes while you take a soak in the tub," he suggested.

"A tub?" her eyes shone with excitement, "A real tub?"

"Yes, with jets and all!" he answered her.

"Where? I didn't see it…" she asked.

"Back bedroom. And it's not really a bedroom, more a library. I had the closet removed, opened the bathroom up, and installed a Jacuzzi. I'm not usually a tub kind of guy, but my aunt had the plans already underway when she died, so I figured I'd just finish it. The realtor said it would help the resale value."

She smiled, she'd basically stopped listening when he said he had a Jacuzzi tub.

"She had planned to have a whole relaxation room back there, but her idea of relaxation was different from mine," he said, adding, "But I have been known to soak when I was stressed. And before you ask, it's spotlessly clean. "

"That sounds great," she answered, I can get nice and clean, finish reading the dossier, and then we can pick up where we left off!"

"Deal."

"If you go in to the laundry room, there's a go bag sitting on top of the dryer. And can you grab my toothbrush from the sink in the bathroom?" she asked, already picturing herself relaxing in the bubbles.

"You got it," he answered, "I'll be back in 20 minutes."

He quickly dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, slipped on his shoes and grabbed the keys to the car.

She picked up all of the papers and worked her way to the back bathroom. She was amused to find a computer with Internet access hiding in the library. She knew he would never be able to completely get away from the office.

She opened the wood-framed door and was awestruck by the size of the bathroom. The sunken tub was made for two. Nice! The shower was two sided with two separate shower nozzles. That could be fun. She searched under the counter and found two nice, soft, brown towels under the sink. Note to self, she thought, need some bubble bath.

She filled the tub with steaming hot water, folded the borrowed clothing into a nice neat pile, and stepped gingerly into the tub.

It felt like heaven on her sore muscles.

She was careful not to let the stitches get in to the water, but the rest of her body was immersed in no time at all.

Within a few moments, she was totally relaxed. The sound of the jets were rhythmic and relaxing.

When the bathroom door opened, she jumped, but quickly realized that she was in a safe place and that it was just her white night coming to her rescue.

"Gilbert," she said sweetly as the door opened, "Can you come wash my hair before we finish what we started?"

The tall grey-haired woman was confused by the presence of a young woman in her son's Jacuzzi tub.

Sara's phone buzzed just as she came face-to-face with the startled woman.

"Sara," Grissom said, "I just got a text message…My mother is on her way over to the house to retrieve some books - you may want to get out of the tub and get some clothes on."

"Um, yeah, about that, Grissom, I think it's too late for that!" she said.

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