Disclaimer: I still own nothing but the DVD's.
Thanks to Twisted Puppy for the amazing beta work. *curtsies oh so gratefully.*
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I've had internet trouble and then my kids' erased chapter 21 and 22. I don't know how they did it but they did.
Chapter 21 Sara's POV
"Gil, answer the phone." I muffle into my pillow. The ringing continues. Why can't he answer the damn phone?
"Gri…ummm Sara here." I whisper into the receiver. Damn what do I call myself? I know I married him but I how do you go about answering your phone?
"Sara? Is that you?" Jim's voice sounded amused.
"Jim? What are you doing? I haven't talked to you for about a week."
"Well I could ask you the same thing, doll." What the hell is he talking about?
"What are you talking about? Is something wrong?" I don't think I have done anything wrong, anyway. The last time I talked to him was when he called me about those damn roses.
"Never mind is Grissom there; I need to talk to him about a case." Do I detect a slight tint of annoyance in his voice?
"Umm… what ah… what makes you think Gi…Grissom is here, with me of all people?" I stutter in response. He chuckles.
"Well doll, I did call his phone and you did answer. So I'm thinking you are with him. Just humor the old man and get him for me." Dammit Gil why didn't you just answer the phone? Strong arms haul me back towards his chest and his face burrows in my hair.
"Mmmmm…you smell so good honey." Gil mumbles against my neck and his nimble fingers glide across my abdomen. I take one of his hands and place his phone in it. When I turn around and look at him, confusion crosses his handsome features.
"You sir have a phone call." He lifts an eyebrow at me.
"It's Jim." I whisper kissing his cheek. His eyes grow wide.
"Jim, hey what can I do for you?" He yawns as I untangle from his grasp. I manage to finally get out of bed. So much for keeping this a secret. I walk to the dresser and put on one of Gil's shirts. I can still hear him talking to Jim, while I make my way down stairs to start coffee.
When the coffee pot's spurting and gurgling, signaling it's done, I hear light footsteps. I turn around and see Gil in his boxer shorts, round the corner in the kitchen.
"So, am I allowed to ask how big this case is?" I ask while leaning against the counter. He turns around with two cups of coffee in his hand.
"Well it seems that a certain paramedic didn't show up for work last night." He hands me one cup.
"The last anyone heard from him was when he took off about a week ago to make-up with his girlfriend." He raises his eyebrow at me and I see a dangerous glint in his eyes. Memories came flooding back to me. The disrespect, the grabbing, the slap, the almost rape; then my knight in furry armor saved me from the real monster.
"Okay, so what does tha…?" Realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Jim wants to know if I saw him. I did. I grasp my coffee cup so hard that my knuckles turn white.
"So, am I a suspect then? Is he going to haul me in for questioning? Cause I kind of figure I'd be the prime suspect." He reaches for my coffee cup and sets it on the counter. Then he pulls me up against him.
"I gave Jim the directions here; he just wants to ask you a few questions. You know the drill, and you have nothing to worry about honey." He says while stroking my back and holding me close. I know technically I don't have anything to worry about but that doesn't mean it's not a little unnerving. I let out a deep breath and push away from him.
"So when will he be here?" I look up into his eyes.
"He said he'd be here in half an hour to an hour." His forehead creases.
"I guess I should go take a shower and get dressed then." I turn towards the hall and glance back at him.
"Does Jim know about us? I mean does he know everything about us?" I ask hesitantly.
"No. Well not yet anyway. He doesn't really know about us; as in a pack or werewolves, but he's kind of assumes that we're together now. After all you did answer my phone." He just shrugs and I turn to walk towards the bathroom. I will do my best to answer each question as truthfully as possible; without jeopardizing Gil in any way, shape or form.
I love him and I have waited for him forever. I will not lose him. I refuse to.
"Sara? Honey?" Gil's voice is full of worry. I give my head a slight shake.
"Sorry, just thinking." I smile at him. He arches an eyebrow. I know he doesn't quite believe me but it's the truth…I was thinking, but I'm not going to tell him about what just yet.
I pull back the shower curtain and adjust the water. When it's to my liking, I climb in and the warm water relaxes me slightly. I wet and lather up my hair. This is going to be one big nightmare. The shower curtain opens and Gil steps in.
"Fancy meeting you here." He wiggles his eyebrows and smirks.
"So…do you mind if I join you?" His voice sounds uncertain and slightly weary. Does he think I'm mad at him or concerned with this whole absurd situation?
"I'd be upset if you didn't." I say while rinsing the shampoo out of my hair. He caresses my face and chuckles.
"Do you know how long I've waited for this moment? I always knew that there was this invisible force pulling us together, but in all honesty I thought it was just lust or a simple crush." He sighs and his fingers trail down my body.
When he grasps my hips I can't help but gasp. Our bodies touch and warmth spreads to my core. His eyes sparkle with need and desire; I know mine are close to the same.
"It feels like it's been so long since I've touched you honey." He whispers in my ear.
"We just woke up naked together and if I remember correctly you were touching me plenty." I struggle for air. He growls at me.
"Not what I meant and you know it." His breath is warm and his voice is husky.
I can't help but shiver with anticipation. I know Jim will be here soon but he's right. He starts kissing my neck and sucking on my earlobe.
"Godddd… yes." I whisper. His thumb brushes my nipple and it hardens immediately under his touch. My eyes scan his body. He always looks so powerfully…male. I have such a weakness for his eyes, broad shoulders, forearms, and thick neck. His skin is tan and smooth except for the smattering of hair across chest and that lovely trail leading to his…or should I say my happy zone.
"Want you." He growls as he bites down on my neck. I arch into him and my nipples brush against his chest. I can't stop the exploration of my hands when I grasp his hardening cock and I brush my thumb across the head of his erection.
"I want you t…" I answer but I am cut off by the door bell ringing. Impeccable timing, as always, Jim. He sighs and reluctantly pulls away.
"When he leaves, we will continue this." His voice is serious and his eyes are blazing. I nod and he hands me a towel.
"Just a minute!" He yells towards the front door. He wraps his towel around his mid-drift and walks into the bedroom. I follow him and search for my clothes. I drop my towel and feel his eyes burning into me. I turn and see his eyes flash from sapphire with amber flecks to cerulean.
"Do not tease me woman. I wouldn't want Jim to wait any longer than need be, he does, after all get a little impatient." His voice has a slight warning to it.
"Well then I suggest you don't keep him waiting any longer." I turn around and face him.
"As for teasing you dear… everything's up for grabs." My voice is lower than I wanted it to be but he tends to have that effect on me now. I scan his body and notice even with his boxers and sweats on, he's hard and ready.
He throws on his shirt and just stares at me. I pull out a shirt, a pair of joggers, matching bra and panties and start getting dressed. I know he's still watching me, until the door bell rings again. His steps going down the hall seem heavier than usual; guess I should stop teasing him. I pull my shirt in place and head towards the twenty questions. My hands are a little sweaty and in all honesty nervous.
I turn the corner and see Jim and Gil talking, both are drinking coffee. Jim turns his head and his smiles at me.
"It's good to see you doll. How have you been?" He pulls me into a hug before I can answer him. I wrap my arms around him, hug and kiss his cheek. Then I hear a possessive rumble from the back of Gil's throat. I know Jim doesn't hear him and thank God for that. There is no need for a jealous husband/mate. I know werewolves are territorial and all, but I don't see why Gil is jealous of Jim; he's been the father I've never had and is always good to me.
I also have to say that it's hot. I pull back and smile my Sara smile.
"I've missed you Jim. I've been pretty good thanks for asking, and you?" I look over his shoulder and see Gil's eyes. He has such possessive, tender, and passionate moments for a man; God that's a turn on.
"I'm getting by; you look good." He tells me in a fatherly way. Gil only hears the affection in his voice though and I know this.
"So shall we get the show on the road, well so to speak?" I say trying to get Gil's mind off of mauling Jim for just showing me a little affection; me kissing his cheek and hugging back. Jim nods.
"So when did you too… you know?" Jim asks taking a seat in the recliner.