Forgot
Chapter 11
In two years, Sara couldn't remember the last time she felt this amazing. Mind you, Sara's thighs can't remember being this sore in two years, but the pain was the furthest from her mind at the moment.
Gil was at the forefront of her thoughts as she felt him pull her closer from behind. She loved the feel of his thick arms wrapped around her and his warm chest pressed against her freckled back. She had missed this, oh, how she missed his presence in her bed, for two full, lonely years.
Slowly, she turned smiling at his sleeping form. Taking advantage at the opportunity, Sara leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his nose, watching as he wrinkled it and smiled.
"Morning," He muttered before covering his mouth with the blanket.
Sara smirked. "Doesn't bother me, you know that." She whispered softly, tugging the blanket back to kiss his lips.
Gil hummed softly again her before pulling back. "We have to work soon."
Sara nodded slowly, looking behind him at her alarm. "Yea, my class isn't until noon."
"Mine's at two," He sighed. "Giving us, two hours until we both need to leave."
Sara smirked and wiggled her eyebrow before Grissom rolled on top of her, causing her to let out a loud laugh.
"Leaving me one hour to do what I want with you." He said lowly before trailing his hand lower…
"Gil." Sara called from the kitchen as she scrambled the eggs.
He made his way to her and kissed the top of her head. "I'll make the coffee," he said gently as he went to work.
"Sara…" He said from his place at the opposite side of the counter. "I have a question." He muttered this comment as he continued to scoop out coffee grinds.
She looked at him, curiously as she cocked her head. "Shoot." She smiled at him, half hazardly working on their eggs.
"I'm only here until the end of the semester." He began, taking his time. "But I'm due back in Vegas right after…" Gil trailed off.
Sara blinked at him before busying herself again; she partially knew what he was going to ask and readied herself.
"And I was wondering, if you'd join me…" His voice was soft and gentle, too soft, almost as if he was afraid to ask. Who was he kidding, he was terrified. It was too soon… he kept saying to his self.
Sara's back visibly stiffened and she stared at the eggs. What was she to do? Did she want to go back to Vegas? "There's nothing there for me anymore." She whispered, letting her head drop slightly.
Gil nodded and looked over at her. "I'm sure if you asked for a spot at the lab."
Sara shook her head. "I couldn't do that." There was no way Sara would go back to that. She loved it, God she really did, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to handle it. She'd go back to that downward spiral.
He understood, but as much as he prepared himself for the rejection, it still hurt.
"I-I'll… think about it. Let me think it over and I'll let you know." Sara offered her look honest as she looked at him. "If I don't… you'll still go?"
Gil looked down for a second. "I have to." He whispered before meeting her gaze again.
Sara nodded. "I figured." She sighed but offered a smile. "I promise I'll let you know."
He returned her smile, a fake one, but a smile none-the-less. Gil then went back to the coffee, Sara, to the eggs.
The two ate slowly, going over lesson plans and students and topics they had coming up that day. Gil offered to take Sara to dinner. She accepted.
"You're coming tomorrow right? To my second class," Gil nodded as he finished his eggs.
"You want me to go over a few of the high profiles right?" It was Sara's turn to nod.
"They're excited; it'll be good for them." She offered a bright smile as she picked up their plates.
Gil grabbed the mugs, following and taking his place beside her at the sink. "I have a few of the case files with me; I could let them look the pictures over."
"Oh that would be great. I had this idea-" Sara was cut off by the door bell.
Scrunching her eyebrows in question, Sara made her way to the door and blinked quickly as she revealed who was behind it.
"Jake…" Sara sighed, frowning a little. "What are you doing here?" She almost hissed, leaning forward.
Jake's eyebrows went up in surprise.
"Jake." Gil said, taking his stance behind Sara, clad in his boxers.
"Dr, Grissom, this is…. a surprise," the young TA said from his spot. "I should probably ask him the same question, Sara." He pointed to the man with his coffee cup.
Sara was in shock. How could she have done this? She'd made herself a note to talk to Jake.
"Why?" Gil raised an eyebrow. "Why are you here, shouldn't you be at school?" He pushed.
"I go in when… Sara goes in. For you…" Jake pressed a cup forward. "If our plans had changed Sara, you should have notified me."
Sara pursed her lips at Jake.
"Sara, what's going on?" Gil asked form his spot, getting slightly aggravated.
"Why, Sara didn't tell you?" Jake raised an amused eyebrow. "She's dating me, or, well… she was until now."
To Be Continued...
Right? Like you thought it'd be THAT easy.
