Thanks to Dany for the very fast job. Even in the x-mas time. I'm shure she has alot better things to do.
Catherine looked at the couple. Of course she was taking this personally, very personally. She had known Grissom for a long time and considered him one of her few friends.
And she'd had sex with him. Was there anything more personal? Did she really have to spell it out for him?
Were they really that naïve or just seeing everything through rose-colored glasses? That would mean that they were in love.
Suddenly, the scales fell from her eyes. Of course, that was it. Their relationship was not just an arrangement. They were really attracted to each other or even more. It was love.
Catherine had to sit down.
In the meantime, Grissom had recovered from his shock. He knew Catherine very well and he was sure he could reason with her.
"Sara, could you get us something to drink? Catherine, you got some time?"
Catherine nodded and watched as Sara moved through the kitchen as if she belonged there.
"Alright, Gil. Spit it out. This here is about more than just sex between colleagues, right?"
Grissom nodded.
"You know how I feel about Sara. And to be honest, I have to thank you, because without you, we wouldn't be here today.
"That makes me feel so much better," Catherine retorted sarcastically.
Ok, that was going to be harder than he thought. She was almost sounding jealous. Or was it just her ego?
Sara was still working in the kitchen and couldn't help him.
He looked at Catherine.
"We've known each other for a long time and don't have to lie to each other. It would have never worked. We are friends who had sex. Not lovers."
Catherine had to swallow hard.
"And you and Sara, you are lovers?"
Grissom nodded.
"I know, I mean…I knew that you two have feelings for each other, but this is going too fast for me."
"Catherine, I've known Sara for years. But you're right. It just happened."
At this moment, Sara entered the room, carrying a tray.
"Are you talking about Lady Heather?"
"No, not really. But that is also a factor. Sara, what do you think about it? Are you able to handle her case objectively?"
Sara sat down.
"I think so. But I can't say the same of Lady Heather. I'm prepared to hand of the case, but Ecklie won't like that. Somehow, I don't see another way. But if it wasn't Lady Heather, what have you been talking about?"
Grissom moved closer to her and took her hand.
"Us."
Sara looked at him and nodded.
Catherine didn't miss the silent communication, and she got the feeling, they would drop another bomb on her.
"Sara, do you want to tell her or should I?" Grissom asked anyway.
"Me, never. She will forgive you sooner than me."
"Hello, I'm here," Catherine drew the attention back to her.
"You're scaring me. How bad is it?"
Grissom smiled at Sara.
"It isn't that bad, on the contrary. At least for me."
"It was very nice for me too," Sara said.
FLASHBACK
Even if the wedding hadn't been planned far in advance, the professional wedding planner had made it a great experience.
Sara put on her dress before she got her make-up and her hair done. The women at the beauty pallor really liked her hair and took extra care to style it.
In the meantime, Grissom was standing in front of a rack of suits. Which color would suit him best? A blue shirt was a given, but everything else? In the end, he chose a dark grey suit and the blue shirt, but no tie. He hoped that Sara would like it.
He was pretty sure that he had picked some music she would like. A love song, no tearjerker. Something that described their relationship to the point.
The music was the cue that the ceremony could begin.
Grissom stood in front of the "alter" and waited. Strangely enough, he wasn't nervous. It was as if his whole relationship with Sara had built up to his day. She belonged to him.
END FLASHBACK
"Hello, you two. What did you do?" Catherine asked impatiently.
"Get married," both of them answered at the same time.
"Although you still owe me a ring," Sara added.
"I'm working on it."
Only then, they looked over at Catherine. The revelation had rendered her speechless, almost anyway.
"Ok, I think I might have misunderstood that. You can't have gotten married. That would be crazy and spontaneous. Gil, you would never do that."
"We did get married. Believe it," Grissom replied calmly. "And I'm very happy with Sara."
"But what will happen with your job and your career? What will Ecklie say?"
"We haven't talked about that yet."
"Gil, that isn't you. What did Sara do to convince you?"
"Catherine!" Grissom gasped for air. "How can you say something like that? Nobody talked me into that decision. You should know that."
"Yes, sorry Gil. I'm still in shock."
"You don't have to apologize to me. Apologize to Sara," Grissom said unimpressed.
Catherine and Sara looked at each other. In all of these years, they had never managed to become friends. Their ideas and opinions
were too different. One would have thought that their difficult pasts would help them form a bond, but the difference between them
was that Catherine didn't hide her past and was proud of what she had accomplished. Sara had never achieved this level of
confidence. She knew that she had overcome a lot of obstacles but some self-doubts remained. They reared their head time and time
again if someone doubted her actions and her competence. Or when Grissom rejected her.
Luckily, the situation with Grissom had changed drastically. He had chosen her and that alone mattered. Catherine could make digs at
her as much as she wanted. Sara knew that as feminist, she shouldn't depend on a man, but she did emotionally.
Sara put her hand on Grissom's arm and looked directly at Catherine.
"It's okay, Gil," she said, consciously choosing the personal address.
"Catherine and I, we will clear this up."
Grissom looked back and forth between the two women of his life, showing his insecurity. Both of them were important, but Sara was
his wife and he was supporting her one hundred per cent.
He nodded.
"We should leave it at that for now. But I hope you realize that you can't tell anyone about this. We could lose our jobs."
Catherine remained silent. What could she say to that? In her opinion, both of them were blind. They didn't want to see that this
couldn't remain a secret forever.
Catherine felt that she'd said everything she had wanted to say. It was time to go home. She had to think about everything.
They said their goodbyes. On the way to her car, she turned around again and saw how Grissom took Sara into his arms protectively.
She sighed. Even if she would never admit it out loud, she envied Sara.
Hand in hand, Sara and Grissom walked back into the house.
After the recent events, they were emotionally exhausted. Reality had caught up with them unexpectedly and there was nothing they could do about it.
But luckily they had a place for refuge – their house, their bedroom.
They looked at each other.
Sara felt so much love for this man and saw the same in his eyes. With this love also came the physical relationship.
Especially today. She wanted to lock the world out. Grissom seemed to be thinking along the same lines. He took Sara into his arms
again and whispered tender words into her ear.
Sara tried to remain calm. This man had such a huge effect on her. With only a few words, he could arouse her so much that she could
barely stand it. She had to feel his skin and make him kiss her.
"Gil, please," Sara moaned.
"Please what?" Sara noticed that he was smiling.
"You know what I want. Please don't make me wait."
"Never, honey. How could I?"
And that was true. He had tried to remain in control. For a short while, he succeeded, but when Sara begged him, he lost it.
He pushed Sara in the direction of the bed.
"It looks as if we both have the same idea," he said teasingly.
"And why are you always talking so much? Am I supposed to undress myself?"
"If you can't wait…"
He didn't even have to wait one second for her answer. Sara got rid of her shirt in record time. Grissom managed to pen her jeans
before she had to do that herself as well.
"And what about me?" Grissom asked
"Should I help you?" Sara crawled towards him.
"Yes, please."
She smiled at him and very slowly, too slow for Grissom's taste, she opened first the belt and then the pants.
Finally, they were both naked. Sara lay down on the bed and pulled Grissom to her.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, Mrs. Grissom. How fortunate that we are married."
Grissom stroked Sara softly. He was fascinated every time when she got gooseflesh.
"And even with each other."
TBC
