Chapter 12- High Pressured Follies
Grissom left the morgue on cloud nine. Not only did Al assure him he was good for Sara, but she led her life for him. He felt selfishly happy. He couldn't wait to see her. For the first time, he knew what he wanted. He also knew how to get it. Finally Grissom was out of the dark. Now he only had to wait to see her.
He didn't wait long. She came in later covered in blood. Everything from her orange t-shirt to her face was red.
"What happened to you?"
"Our vic had her throat cut. Greg saw a bandaid on her neck and went to pull it off. I reached over to stop him and got sprayed by her corrated artery."
"Where's Greg?"
"He took some shell casings to Ballistics. He used me to block the blood."
Grissom felt so good he started laughing.
"What's with you? I feel like a vampire's idea of dessert."
"Sorry it makes a great picture. And an even better one thinking of a vampire chasing you! Maybe you should hit the showers."
"I intend to. But I wanted to talk to you. If you can get your giggles under control."
"Well you can't come in my office doused in blood, Ecklie will think I've gone to the Hitler method of supervising. I tell you what, Let's go in the garage and I'll help you spray the blood off your clothes. You collected blood for DNA right?"
"Yeah there was a ton."
"Shall we?" He said lightly grasping her arm.
Sara stood in the middle of the garage while Grissom used the hose on her. She hadn't realized how high-pressured the water was, but it felt good on her skin. Sara used special lye soap to scrub the blood off the skin she could reach. When she went to lean forward to squeeze out her hair, the hose ripped the shirt from her chest. Except for the fact that Grissom stopped the hose, she hadn't noticed.
"What's wrong Grissom?"
He blushed slightly and pointed to her chest. The bubbles of lust climbing his thighs. She work a black bra and her nipples were achingly hard.
"Oh wow, um where's my shirt?"
Grissom managed to pull his eyes from her and look around. The shirt was caught just above the door, out of reach. Seeing it at the same time, they both raced for it. Before either could catch themselves they painfully fell in heap on the ground after crashing into each other.
Sara rubbed her side and Grissom his lower back. They looked at each other and laughed uncontrollably. They were both soaking wet and hysterical when Nick and Warrick came in the door. A sight they were, both sitting on the floor in a large puddle, Sara's legs draped over Grissom's thighs. Sara in only a bra, and in the process, Sara had ripped the first three buttons of his shirt open.
Warrick came out of shock first.
"Yo uh sorry guys, we didn't know you previously reserved the place."
"Yeah, we'll come back later." Nick smiled larger than life. Grissom desperately trying to save Sara from humiliation, pulled her into him. This only made the smirks on Nick and Warrick's face widen.
"Guys guys!" Grissom hollered.
"Ok saying this isn't what it looks like will go over like a lead balloon. All I ask is that you don't tell anyone. And especially not Greg."
"You're the boss Grissom, but damn I thought I was bold." Laughed Warrick. He and Nick left the two to their embarrassment.
Grissom laughed but Sara just stared at him.
"What?"
"You didn't tell them that we were innocent."
"What for? They wouldn't believe us anyway. At any rate, Nick will slip and tell Greg. It will be all over the lab but hell if we are going to get rumors flying let's do it right huh?"
"What has gotten into you?"
"Just tired of running. At my age who has that kind of energy?"
Sara laughed and started to get up, but Grissom held her back.
"I said, let's do it right, and Sara I meant it."
Pulling her into his lap, he kissed her, slowly at first, but then faster and more intense. She was sitting so close to him he could hear her heartrate increase. He loved Sara, he had no doubts now. But he didn't want her here like this. He wanted it special.
"Sara, I think you need to go to the showers. Hmm or maybe I do, but I want to tell you before you go. I'm not going anywhere, ok?"
She kissed him again, got up, grabbed her wet, crumpled shirt and walked from the room. The smile never left her face. And from behind, still on the floor, his didn't either.
