Sara shifts under the weight of the large, leatherbond book that is lying across the expanse of her knees. She is just finishing up another of Poe's poems, when she hears a key in the lock on the front door. She stares hard at the doorknob, quietly willing herself to grab a weapon.

Someone is coming into the house. She looks at the clock on the mantle again, "It's too early for Grissom." she whispers to herself as she pushes the book from her lap, careful not to let it drop to the floor.

She moves silently into the kitchen, grabbing a sharp, thick knife.

She stands against the kitchen wall, her ears listening for footfalls.

The intruder is coming her way.

She grasps harder to the handle of the knife, her hands shaking slightly as she gets ready to strike.

She lifts the knife just as the figure comes around the corner.

Both of them jumping back in surprise.

Grissom quick to take the knife from her grasp.

Sara lets out a stiffled cry of surprise and relief, "What in God's name are you doing home so early?" she almost falls back away from him, "You scared me to death."

He brushes past her, sliding his left hand down her arm, causing her an array of misshapen goosebumps to appear on her flesh, "I'm sorry." he says softly, "I thought you were sleeping."

"What are you doing home so early?" she says as she moves away from him.

He turns, guiding her into the den, "I have something I need you to help me with."

She watches him pull a black rubber suit out of a large box, "What is that?" she tries to figure it out. It looks like a scuba suit, but something about it is different.

"Sex suit." he says as he lifts his eyes to her eyes, "I think our killer used this with you."

Sara blushes lightly as she gets a better view of the box the item was enclosed in, "Are you kidding?" she asks as she reads some of the uses for the suit.

"No." he says, "The rubber we found in the watch, matches the rubber of this suit."

Sara lets out a nervous laugh, "People have sex in that?" she says as she shakes her head, "Is there anything that people won't do or try?"

Grissom unzips the suit and lays it on the couch, "I need you in your underwear, my dear."

Sara cracks another nervous smile, "You're kidding, right?"

She can't imagine being pressed against Grissom for any amount of time. At night, in bed, it is fine because she always has clothes on, but this will be skin on skin.

She watches Grissom for a moment, wondering if this embarrasses him at all. Judging from the look on his face; a blank look as usual, she figures he doesn't really feel anything. This is just work to him.

"Think of it as a bathing suit." he says softly as he brushes past her. "I'll be waiting."

Sara goes into the guest bedroom, her eyes on her suitcase. She opens it. Peering inside she shakes her head lightly, a smile on her lips, "Everything is in the wash except my naughtiest looking pair." she whispers as she again shakes her head in amusement at the outcome of her situation, "I guess he'll now know the secret in Victoria's Secret."

She undresses quietly, cursing herself for not getting her clothing in the washer quicker.

Standing in front of the long mirror on the door, she sucks in a long breath. She looks good. Damn good. A bit too good.

The lace bra isn't too bad; it's the panties she is worried about. They are lace all the way down the front, which, if really concentrating on her crotch, you could actually make out something of her intimate area. But, she reasons, unless he is superman, he won't really see too much of anything.

She steps out into the den.

"In here." he says from the bedroom.

She see's him standing in front of the bed, the suit already on his frame.

Sara clasps her hands over her panties as she enters the room. She feels cold and totally exposed to him, "Where do you want me?"

She feels alarmingly nervous as he turns to look at her, "Lay on your stomach in front of me on the bed."

She walks over to the bed, "Alright." she says as she nudges her bare thighs against the comforter of the bed, "Like this?" she lays down on her tummy, her right cheek pressed into the softness of the cover, "Is this okay?"

"Fine." he says from above her, "Now," he leans down, his fingers brushing past the skin of her shoulders, "I need you to try to relax."

Sara almost smiles, but holds back.

Relaxing is the last thing she has on her mind.

Her anxiety levels are soaring as she feels his warm hands grasping her shoulders, "I believe you were totally out of it by now. So he would have had to put you in the suit with him."

She feels his hands leave her shoulders, suddenly grasping gently to her left thigh. Strong, but gentle heat against the flesh of her leg.

She lets out a soft whimper as he lifts her leg, "You okay?" he asks as she takes in deep, comforting breath of the fragrant cover below her face.

"Sure." she says as his right hand snakes its way up under her taunt stomach, causing an electrical fire to ignite in her core.

Again, she almost whimpers from the intimacy of the touch. His hand is unbearably hot against her bare flesh, his fingers just above the waistband of her underwear.

She immediately tenses up.

"Relax." he whispers.

She shivers from the closeness of his breath against her ear.

She feels him pulling her up against him, her backside now pressing into his boxer shorts as he lifts her left leg and pushes it down into the suit with his left leg.

Her foot slides down his hairy leg, meeting with his foot at the bottom. She tries not to let all her weight balance on the top of his foot.

"You're resisting." he says as he slides his hand down the front of her smooth thigh, "Relax."

The feel of his hand on her thigh is almost too much for Sara. She knows he is only straightening her leg against his own, but the feeling is unimaginable and she can't help but shiver uncontrollably.

She feels his left hand move to replace his right on her stomach, his right hand now lifting her other leg into the suit. Now she is pressed against him, his strong chest warm and hairy against her back.

And she can smell him. She can smell all of him. It's a mixture of the lab, the cold air outside and him. A clean smell she knows all to well.

The feel of him. The scent of him. She is about to go mad.

"Sara," it's a tiny breath against her left ear,"you have to relax honey."

She feels him pulling her left arm into the suit and then he is reaching across her for her right arm, his face pressed warmly against her own. She relishes the touch of his scratchy cheek against her cheek; just another fact not helping her libido.

"Drop your head to my shoulder." he says softly, his words slipping in soft warmth across her lips.

She lays her head back, pressing her forehead into his heated neck, "I'm not very good at relaxing." she says as he pushes her left arm into the suit.

"I know." he says, now zipping up the suit.

Sara almost gasps at how tight it is against her, pinning her to Grissom.

She can now feel every part of his warm body. The thump of his heart against her left shoulder. The pulse in his neck throbbing warmly against her forehead

She can tell from his heartbeat that he isn't feeling all of this the way she is feeling it. His heartbeat is slow and comforting to her. Maybe if she just pays attention to the slow drum of it against her back, she can finally let the tension fall out of her limbs.

Her heart, however, is thudding loudly in her chest. She is sure Grissom will hear or feel it.

She leaves her head still pressed against his shoulder, "You okay?" he asks again, his warm breath on her throat.

"Fine." she lies as he takes a step, her feet pressed into his feet.

"Sara." he says softly.

"I know," she says desperately, "I really am trying to relax."