Chapter Fifty One:

"Bruno!" yelled Sara as she chased him through the house. Grissom woke up just as the dog came running into the bedroom and plopped down on the bed. Grissom smiled as he noticed the pair of panties proudly clutched between Bruno's teeth. He gently pulled them out and held them out to their rightful owner.

"We have to do something about this."

"What do you suggest?"

"He's ruining all of my panties and bras."

"I won't mind if you don't wear them." He grinned as Sara made a face.

"I guess you won't mind him chewing on your boxers." It wasn't funny any more. Sara left the room only to return shortly with a basket full of chewed up clothing.

"Sara, you can't let him get away with this."

"Nice that we both agree on this. I'm going to have to go shopping again. I swear Gil. He's reminds me of Hank."

Sara couldn't believe she had just said that. Grissom leaned back in the bed with his hands behind his head and looked at her.

"Okay. How does our dog remind you of Hank?"

"My panties always ended up in a wad when I was around him."

Grissom smirked and then he laughed. He didn't know that the name of Sara's old beau would actually cause him to chuckle.

"I think we should call him Hank."

"No you won't!"

"Okay, we'll call him Hank only when he manages to get your panties in a wad."

Grissom continued to chuckle. He pulled Sara down into the bed and began to kiss her tenderly.

"Bruno… Hank needs a walk."

Sara grabbed him, "He can wait. Besides, I'm not wearing any panties."

"I won't tell if you don't. It can be our little secret." He began placing kisses on her neck while his hands traveled down her body. He pulled her down and began nibbling on her ear and it drove her insane.