S'up Dawg...

How're you all? I've finally got this chapter sorted out & stuff, so do review.

Some people want it to end up just a femmeslash Zavvi/Sara fic, and no GSR what-so-ever, but I'm a bit wary because it seems a bit too OOC, even for me.

So it maybe on the cards. Who knows? haha!

And once again, many thanks to Kaylarea, for another fantastic beta :D

Anyway, while I watch LOTR:II again, do enjoy :)

Working their way back to the couch, hands roamed frantically, desperate for skin contact.

Their breathing was deep and laboured, as both desperately tried to maintain lip contact.

Zavvi's shirt was hanging open, and Sara's nails scratched down her arching back. Zavvi's left hand was twisted in Sara's thick brown hair, her right splayed across Sara's lower back, pulling her tight against her.

The two women were caught in the moment, neither listening to what their head screamed.

"You'll only end up hurting her - that's all you ever do, you're dangerous. You live in the minds of monsters..."

Zavvi tried to block out the voices before she went crazy.

"What am I doing? What about Grissom? Why does this feel so right and so wrong at the same time? What should I do?"

The questions swirled round Sara's brain, but answers were not in sight. They reached the deep, soft couch, and pushing her weight upon Zavvi, ever so slightly, Sara lowered them both to the couch, taking control of a situation in which she had no experience.

The kisses got deeper, tongues duelling for dominance, hands tugging on infuriating pieces of material, eyes closed as their primal senses took control. That moment was lust. Pure, unadulterated animal lust. No thought about consequences, about how awkward it was to kiss another chick. It just felt so right. But also so wrong.

Knock-knock...knock-knock...

Zavvi's head shot up, leaving her neck open for Sara's willing kisses.

"Who the.." Sara continued her attack upon Zavvi's jugular vein, the feeling of her pulse beneath her lips amazing her. Zavvi moaned in appreciation.

Knock-knock... knock-knock...

"Zavvi? You home?"

Sara growled into Zavvi's neck with frustration. "Why's Greg here...?"

"I - I don't know," She panted, trying to compose herself.

Sara sat back, straddling Zavvi's thighs. "What do you want to do?"

"I - I don't know," Zavvi repeated, still slightly dazed. "I guess I better answer it. Wait in the bedroom?"

Sara's eyebrows raised a fraction.
"No, wait, I didn't mean like that, I erm, I just..." Zavvi blundered on as Sara started to laugh.

"I know, I know babe. Just teasing." Her Sidle smile was infectious. Placing a peck on Zavvi's cheek, Sara gracefully leapt up, and sauntered into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Rubbing her face, as she buttoned up the few buttons left on her shirt, Zavvi walked over to the door. Hoping to God she looked presentable, and not like she had been interrupted just as she was about to make love to his co-worker, Zavvi swung open the door.

"What's up Greg?" She groaned.

Looking slightly shocked, and a little jealous at her appearance, Greg smirked. She hadn't told him there was a man in her life... "Not interrupting anything am I?" He laughed.

"Err, yes, you are. I was just about to fuck the brains out of the hottest, most intelligent, kindest chick I ever met, who youjust happento work with, and I suspect have a slight crush on. Can you come back in, maybe a couple of hours?" Zavvi thought agitated.

"Only my very precious and scarcely available sleep."

Greg blushed, "Oh I thought..." He gestured to her semi-button-less shirt.

"Seriously Greg, you really need to pull your mind out of the gutter. Now, other than to make jokes about my current lacking sex life, why are you here?" Zavvi rolled her eyes, desperately wishing he would leave.

"Have you seen Sara?"

"Is that it? Jesus, Greg, couldn't you have called? Besides, if you weren't aware of what occurred last night, I was under the impression Miss Sidle was ever-so-slightly pissed at yours truly."

"Your cell was switched off. And don't worry, Sara will understand."

Zavvi shrugged. "Look, I'm sure she's perfectly fine where ever she is. Now, I'm really sorry, but my bed is summoning me and right now, sleep sounds far better than your mocking of my sex life. Hell, sleep is better than my sex life, if you must know. Now scooch, before I pull some ninja tricks and kick you out." Zavvi grinned at Greg's offended face

"Well then Agent Kerr, I hope your sleep shall satisfy you greatly." He joked, the pout taking all of his willpower to maintain.

"But first of all, I fully intend to satisfy sleep. Now, skedaddle boyo, before I turn into a knife wielding, sleep-deprived maniac." Zavvi desperately tried to keep a straight face, as images of her satisfying "sleep" flashed before her eyes.

"Sure, if you need any other sort of satisfying though, I'll be at my place." Greg's eyebrows danced across his forehead flirtatiously.

Zavvi rolled her eyes. "Yeah right Greggo... Keep dreamin'"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Can't blame a guy for trying. Worth a shot."

Zavvi laughed, as he turned away, and she shut the door. Thank god he'd gone. Now she could get back to the real "dreamin'".

"You'll only end up hurting her - that's all you ever do, you're dangerous. You live in the minds of monsters..."

If only that damn little voice would go away.

Sara lay back on the cool sheets. The pillows smelt of Zavvi, and all that made her. The pain, the anger, the alcohol, the cigarettes, the loyalty, the perseverance of what would ultimately destroy her. The chance that one day she would kill herself, whilst in the mind of a monster.

Zavvi. Her vibes were powerful beacons of hope and distrust. Something Sara could definitely relate to.

She could hear the faint voices through the thin wooden door. Was Greg... asking about her?

Bless him; they'd really grown close in the last couple of weeks. Her hand reached for the door handle so she could let him know she was fine. But he already thought Zav had been getting lucky, what would he think to see her saunter out of the bedroom? Especially looking like this. Swollen lips, messy hair, lustful eyes, dear god she looked like she'd just been fucked out of this world.

And that was without any clothes being removed. Jesus, what would they look like if they... No. Don't think like that Sara, you can't think like that. It was just lust. Pure lust...

It was fucking hot that was what it was.

"But first of all I fully intend to satisfy sleep..."A shiver ran down Sara's spine. It was twice as hot knowing that Greg was totally oblivious. God, this was so wrong... But it feels so right...

"Erm, hey. Sorry about that..." Zavvi slipped through the door, silent as a ghost.

Sara had returned to the most amazingly comfortable bed. "It's fine," She smiled.

"Can I ask you something Zav?"

Zavvi smirked. "Technically you just did..." The death glare was totally worth it though.

"Why don't you use this bed? It's like heavenly soft!" Sara wriggled in delight as the queen-size mattress swallowed her.

"And there was silly old me thinking it was something serious and meaningful," The death glare of an angry Sara returned. "I've already told you. It's kind of lonely. Besides when I sleep on the couch I wake myself by falling on the floor, as opposed to waking myself screaming. Trust me, the neighbours prefer it this way as well," She smirked, making light of Sara's look of shock. Her smile softened.

"Sar, it's okay, I'm fine with it. It's no biggie. Don't worry about me."

"I - I'm the same. Ev- every night," Sara dropped her teasing gaze, as her long brown fringe covered her eyes. Zavvi stood waiting patiently for her to continue.

"It started a few months after I came to Vegas. At - at first it was just the odd case, y'know the really bad ones. But then it, it became more regular, and I just couldn't stop seeing them. It was their eyes that did it. Always the eyes, so hollow, so pained."

Zavvi moved to sit next to Sara, her arms wrapping safely around her shoulders, as she continued, "I- I once asked Grissom to sleep with me, because he, he didn't seem to understand that I couldn't get the images out of my head. I- I, you're not alone Zavvi."

Zavvi smiled weakly, "Thank you."

Sara pulled her closer, pulling them to lie curled up next to one another. The teasing tone returned.

"So, d'ya want to sleep with me?" Sara broke a grin.

"Why, Miss Sidle, are you propositioning me?" The British accent cut through, and Sara couldn't help but laugh.

"Ahhh, Miss Kerr, what an assumption you make." Sara's attempted replication of the English twang failed miserably, as the San Franciscan in her stood proud.

The two women burst into laughter like teenagers.

"Help yourself to whatever you want honey, I'm grabbing a shower," Zavvi pulled herself up.

"And no peeking, you!" Her wavering finger accused a guilty looking criminalist.

"Who me?" Was the exaggerated response.

Zavvi smiled, as she wandered through to the other side of the apartment.

So there we go :)

C'est complete... pour noveau.

I genuinely hope no-one reading this can speak french, because I have no idea if what I just said made any sense.

I probably just insulted some-ones mother! Mais, c'est la vie.

Anyways, please READeth & REVIEWeth good sire :)

Shalom, & Keep Cool x