Made for this

by sidle77

What happened in their hotel room after Sara told Grissom they had to manipulate Nora Cross? Had she put her hair up for nothing? Set during CSI Vegas episode 1x04 Long Pig. And, just had to be done, right?

Title: Made for this

Author: sidle77

Rating: I will say 'M' to be safe. Contains scenes of a sexual nature and language. Please read responsibly.

Pairing: GSR obviously

Disclaimer: You know the drill. I do not own them, any of them and I will give back once I've finished playing, yada yada. CBS owns CSI but not my story or idea.

Summary: What happened in their hotel room after Sara told Grissom they had to manipulate Nora Cross? Had she put her hair up for nothing? Set during CSI Vegas episode 1x04 Long Pig. And, just had to be done, right?

Beta: Thank you so much to calim for the beta. Always a pleasure to have your assistance and advice. And a shout out to Natalja for being s second set of eyes. I appreciate it, Hun.

A/N: Had several ideas based around CSI Vegas and this is one of them. Plenty of GSR scenes need a little bit of continuation in my mind. So, fingers crossed I write a few more. I hope you enjoy and thoughts very much appreciated. Keep the faith xx

Let's go….

"Letters in the mailbox
Say I'm gonna hunt you down
I'm gonna hunt you down

I am the prophet
Hey, I am the savior
Well I am the prophet
Hey, I am the savior…"

Her face dropped as she opened the door. The broad smile she wore turning into a look of bewilderment.

What the f… is he doing? Really? Now?

Shaking her head, Sara walked into the room, her hand punctuating her words in slight disbelief. "This is not what I had in mind tonight."

"Homework," Grissom said without turning. "Far from prying eyes. I borrowed some stuff from the lab."

For a second Sara just stood, dumbly looking at the line of equipment he had set up on the mantel and she really felt like shaking her head again.

"I bet you got some fun looks from the people downstairs in the casino while you were wheeling this stuff in," she said not quite as sarcastically as she'd have liked.

Why now, Gil? Really? Hello. Wave wave… can you see me?

"Could you check that agarose gel to see if I could replicate this DNA?" he asked, still totally focused on his task at hand.

Fine, Sara thought, glancing at the box. "Are you trying to see if Hodges could have faked the Chase evidence?" Her eyes worked over the container. "The answer is, yes, he could've." She looked back at him now feeling quite agitated.

"So even with the technology we had back then it was… possible," Grissom said, his voice slightly croaking when he turned to finally look at his wife.

Surprise!

"Whoever did this, thought of everything and it's really starting to piss me off calling him whoever all the time," Sara griped, seeing the look on her husband's face.

Had he noticed?

"How was your meeting with er… What's her name?"

"Oh, she's interesting," Sara replied quickly, her voice showing the frustration she definitely felt at that point. "She made it clear that we can forget about looking at that evidence."

Grissom turned back to his work. "Well, I wouldn't share it if I was her."

Sara looked away. "You're always so good at channeling your emotions," she said, her voice cracking a little. "Maintaining a… professional temperament."

Oh, yes, she was irritated.

Grissom's head slowly turned back to her and he looked at her over his glasses. Did he actually sense something wasn't right?

"What is it, Sara?"

"Detective Cross wants us both meet her downtown tomorrow." Grissom listened. "I'm hoping you can keep her in suspense a little longer while I… change her mind."

Grissom looked a little surprised. "How you gonna do that?" he asked frowning, his voice a little deeper.

"We're going to make a trade," Sara told him. "She's gonna give you a peek at the evidence so you can narrow down a list of suspects. But it has to be her idea."

His eyebrow lifted slightly, lips twitching. "You seem to have everything worked out," he said, turning back to his little experiment.

Sara's nose twitched, her throat clearing. Oh, everything was worked out but you decided to bring half the lab home.

"Well," she began, her hands gliding into the pockets of her robe. "You know me. I've worked hard on… my blind spots and controlling that emotional energy."

Grissom's hand froze in mid-air and he turned back to face her with a frown. He looked right at her and Sara watched his eye twitching. Oh yes, she'd struck a chord.

"You should know," she said, "that Detective Cross… she…" Her head tipped a little from side to side. "She's willing to play dirty to get what she wants so I think it's only fair that we return the favor."

His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Puckering her lips, Sara gave a light shrug. "She threatened me. Well, kind of."

Now Grissom looked totally confused and his frown deepened. "Kind of threatened you? I don't…"

A sigh fell from Sara's lips. This wasn't exactly how she wanted this night to be going. "She basically said that I shouldn't be defending Hodges or saying that he's a good guy. If I do then she would impune my character to counter my testimony."

Grissom's head tipped back as he took in her words and he cleared his throat. "How does she plan on doing that?" he asked with a hint of nervousness.

Sara flashed him a false smile. "Evaluation from my supervisor around the time of the Chase investigation. She um…" Pulling a hand from her pocket, she waved it through the air. "Kindly read me a little so I'd, you know… get the idea and know what to expect."

Blinking, Grissom gaped at her, his mouth open but nothing coming out.

Her lips made that trademark Sidle smile and she stepped back knowing Gil Grissom never changed especially when it came to personal confrontation. They could be standing there all night long before he actually said anything.

"I'm going to bed." She nodded towards the equipment. "Feel free to come and join me if you, erm, finish up anytime soon with your homework."

That said, she turned and walked back to the bedroom. She knew his mind was running a million miles an hour but sometimes that was necessary with him. Stepping over the threshold she let out a sigh as she headed towards the window, folding her arms across her chest and looked out.

Vegas. Bright lights, big city. A bustle of flickering neon hit the window as her eyes scanned over the activity below and as far as she could see off in the distance. Not that she could make a lot out apart from lights but no doubt there was an abundance of chaos going on somewhere. That was one thing this city always offered.

Did she ever think she'd be back here? In so many ways, no, but Vegas had been her home for so long and she hated to admit it but, she'd missed it…

Before she had chance to finish the thought, she sensed him behind her and tried not to smile. One thing that had definitely changed about her husband was that work no longer came first. Well, most of the time.

"Sara…"

His voice was quiet, soft and maybe even slightly anxious. Slowly, she turned to face him and, yeah, he looked a bit worried.

"Honey… about that report I…"

In a flash, Sara shot forwards and covered his mouth with her hand. His breath was warm and tickled her skin as she watched him frown.

Genuinely smiling, she lowered her hand enough to run a finger across his lips.

"We don't need to talk about that now," she urged. "I told you because you're my husband and no more secrets remember?"

Dropping her hand to his shoulder, she gently rubbed, her lips puckering, fingers of her free hand playing with a button on his shirt.

"Plus, right now, there is something else I'd rather be doing. That's… if you're available?"

Looking up into his eyes, Sara beamed at what she saw. She'd noticed him checking her out just a few short minutes ago and that fire in his eyes burned bright again. And that look he was giving her, a look he held only for her as his eyes roamed down her body, made her shudder. Hearing him clear his throat, she waited until his eyes rose back to meet hers.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked, his voice gravelly.

Bridging the gap between them, she stepped close, so close their noses touched. Dipping her head, Sara ghosted her lips across his cheek to rest by his ear.

"Take a guess," she whispered, teeth nipping lightly on his ear lobe.

As his hands came to rest on her hips, Sara tipped her head back and smiled as he leaned in to kiss her. But, much to his surprise, her hand shot up again and her finger covered his lips, stopping him. Lofting an eyebrow at her in the way only he could, his eye twitched.

"Turn around," she requested softly and he frowned again but her smile only grew. "Humor me. Please?"

Notably chewing on the inside of his lip, Grissom complied and turned around. Reaching to the knot on his apron, Sara pulled and unfasted it.

"I don't think you'll be needing this anymore tonight," she cooed.

Taking his arm to urge him back around to face her, she pulled the apron over his head. Throwing it onto a chair, she gave a sigh of satisfaction, looking back at him.

"Now, where were we?"

Going in to return his previous gesture of a kiss, Sara was the one now surprised when his hand appeared out of nowhere and his finger now covered her lips. Her eyes suspiciously narrowed at him but he kept a straight face as his thumb lightly brushed back and forth over her chin.

"I think it's only fair," he began, "that as I lost my apron, that you need to lose the robe."

Trying so very hard not to react to that request and control the so familiar grinding in her belly, Sara took a step back. She never broke eye contact as his hand lowered and she opened wide, her arms.

"Help yourself," she challenged.

Nibbling on his lip, Grissom reached out and Sara felt the burning within her growing as he grasped the robe and pulled her back to him. Slowly, a little too slowly to her liking, he tugged on the belt, never once letting his eyes move away from hers. As it fell open, she could feel the slight coolness of the air-conditioner hit her but nothing could take her attention from those blue eyes that never wavered. It made her feel weak at the knees every time. Then his hands slid inside the robe at her shoulders and pushed it from her body. Neither moved as she stood there, totally naked, his intake of breath was all she was hearing as his eyes wandered across her body.

"The shower is very roomy," she teased, the right side of her mouth hitching a sly grin as his eyes shot back to hers. "Perfect size for two."

"Maybe later," he breathed, cupping her cheek, and dropping his lips over hers.

The kiss was soft but powerful and Sara melted into him, her arms dropping over his broad shoulders as his wrapped around her, his hands pressing into her shoulder blades to hold her tightly against him. She moaned happily into his mouth at the sensation of his shirt rubbing against her chest and his tongue sliding along her own. Still, after all these years, this man could blow her socks off with a single kiss. Well, if she'd been wearing any socks that is.

After a minute or so, their lips parted and, a little breathlessly, Sara raised a hand to his cheek, softly rubbing her thumb over it, feeling the prickle of his beard before sliding her hand downwards. Trailing fingertips across his throat and down his shirt she brought her hand to rest over the prominent strain in his pants. Lips pursing in delight at the pleasured sigh she got from him when she rubbed a little, she gave his chin a little nip before dropping her lips to his throat.

"I think you need to get your clothes off," she breathed, giving his throat a little lick before kissing him again. But this time, the kiss was swift, and she pulled away before edging backwards with a sly smirk.

Sitting on the bed, she watched as his chest rose and fell, a look of enchanted lust upon his face as he stared down at her. God, she loved it when the mood was like this. And, considering how their night could have ended up with lab experiments and icky samples, she was delighted she'd managed to turn things around and all the more so, that he'd gotten in the ballpark as well. Gil Grissom of old might have continued with his work but now? Now their connection seemed so much deeper, and it wasn't often their personal relationship would come in second. Neither of them wanted to go there again.

Ever.

"Either you need to hurry up, or turn off the air-conditioner," Sara encouraged, leaning back on her palms, looking down at how perky her nipples had become because of the temperature in the room. "I'm sure you can see I'm getting a little chilly here."

Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, Grissom slowly edged towards her and started to unbutton his shirt.

"I'd say you're a little more than chilly," he countered as he shrugged off the shirt that fell to the carpet. He stopped right in front of her, keeping his eyes locked on hers. "You are absolutely stunning," he continued.

Feeling her throat tighten a little at both his words and the sincerity in which he said them, Sara smiled. Only one man had ever had the power to make her feel like a snowman melting in the winter's sun and he was standing right before her.

"And you," Sara began, her smile growing as she lifted a hand to run her fingernails across his tummy. "Are still a little over dressed."

He shuddered a little under her touch and now it was his turn to hold his arms open giving her the invitation she no doubt wanted.

Snorting in amusement, Sara shuffled forwards, humming to herself as she made swift work of his belt and zipper. Looking up, she noticed he was staring down at her, his eyes growing noticeably darker. As she moved a hand inside his open pants, she lost sight of his eyes as they fluttered closed the moment she began to fondle him. Lips pursing as his chest heaved, her fingers worked through the fly in his boxers, finding what they sought, and she rubbed just a little harder.

"Are you sure you don't want to finish your homework?" she teased.

His eyes shot open and the look he threw down at her was enough to make the sturdiest of structures just collapse into a pile of dust. Christ, it turned her on. Nothing could beat eyes of steel when the lust within them was all for you.

His hand shot to her wrist and grabbed it to stop her movements. Surprised, she looked at him.

"Enough," he sighed. "Or we'll end up with this being a one man show."

She chuckled in amusement then released him. "Well, we are in Vegas. Perfect place for one of those," she said as she slid her hand free.

Lofting an eyebrow at her, he pulled her to her feet. "Not tonight it isn't," he said right before kissing her passionately.

"Hmmmmm," Sara mumbled into him as his bare chest moving upon hers sent a surge of heat through her body.

Damn this man was the best hot water bottle ever invented and, as the kiss parted and his lips found her throat, her head tipped back. The warm slickness of his tongue played havoc with her body, and he could make her feel sensations she didn't even know existed. Even now, after all this time, nothing and no one made her feel the way Gil Grissom did.

Alive. Excited. Loved. Happy.

"Ooohhhhh," she breathed, her fingers sliding through the hair at the back of his neck.

She felt his hands cup her buttocks and lift. Laughing as her legs wrapped about him, ankles locking around his thighs, she straightened up and clasped his cheek.

"Please be careful," she said, dropping her arms over his shoulders. "If you get dizzy, we could end up falling out the window."

He gave her a bit of a dumbfounded look and she smiled brightly, dropping her forehead to his with a giggle. They stood for a short while, just gazing at each other before Sara gave him a quick kiss.

"So, Doctor Grissom, are you taking me to put our really expensive hotel bed to the test? Or are we just going to stand like this all night?"

Grissom didn't answer, instead he moved, keeping a firm hold upon her the few short steps it took to reach the bed. Once there, Sara tapped him on the nose.

"Put me down," she requested softly.

Yes, she knew her husband was pretty fit, strong and muscular, especially for a man of his age but considering his current condition, she didn't want to push it too much. Well, at least not in regard to them throwing each other around the room anyway. She wasn't entirely sure how much housekeeping would appreciate that one either.

Doing as asked, Grissom carefully lowered Sara to her feet and she gave him another swift kiss, grinning mischievously as she pulled back. Throwing back the covers, she slid into bed and crooked a finger at him.

Not wasting any more time, Grissom quickly disposed of his pants and boxers and approached his wife who was holding out her hand to him when he reached her. As he took it, Sara laid back pulling him on top of her and he smothered her with his body. Beaming with nothing but love for him, Sara reached up and ran fingers through his hair as he looked down at her. She liked his hair this way and was so glad he'd stopped dying it. He didn't need to. She loved him just the way he was and the more natural the better.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?" she asked sweetly.

Grissom's nose twitched. "Have I told you… there's no one else above you…" he sang.

A low, amused cackle left Sara's throat. "I'm serious," she said.

He smiled. "So am I," he whispered, capturing her lips in a long and determined kiss.

The continuing tingle running through Sara's body grew tenfold as his tongue explored her mouth, not leaving a single part of it untouched causing her to moan deeply into him. And then, as she felt his fingertips brushing lightly over her collar bone, she had a thought. Wasn't she the one supposed to be seducing him?

Pushing upwards, Grissom instantly got the message and rolled over, taking her with him. Now on top of him, Sara broke the kiss, giving his bottom lip a little bite as she sat up. Straddling his thighs just below his extremely obvious excitement, she ran her hands across his chest.

"Now that's better," she cooed.

Placing his hands on her thighs, Grissom kept his eyes locked with hers as his thumbs delicately ran over her skin.

"And why is that?" he teased.

With a cheeky smirk, Sara's gaze moved down to his erection, standing firm and proud as always. He certainly never failed to disappoint. Even now as they both got older, their relationship was as good as it had ever been, and they still shared a pretty active sex life. From that very first night on his boat when they reunited, it was as if all the shit in between had never happened and it was pretty obvious from that very same night, neither of them had stopped loving the other. Physically and emotionally.

They would never stop.

Skimming her fingertips across his tummy, past his navel and hearing his breath hitch, she again took him gently in her hand

"Why do you think?" she challenged, rising up on her knees and lining herself up.

Slowly, Sara lowered herself onto him, her eyes fluttering closed at the exquisite feeling of them becoming one and the sensation of him filling her completely that made her gasp. It always did.

Hearing him moan as she moved slightly, her eyes popped open when she felt a softness encasing her breasts and she glanced down to see it was his hands. Smiling, her eyes found his and she gave a single rock with her hips, now offering her own moan as he moved in and out of her. Some nights, she could just do this for hours. Rock back and forth, up and down, over and over and over until it drove them both completely insane. But probably not tonight because she didn't think either of them would have the energy or patience for that one.

Shuddering as his thumbs brushed over her breasts, Sara let out a moan as he thrust up to meet her rocking downwards. Then his name spilled from her lips when he pinched a nipple between his finger and thumb, sending a lightning bolt through her entire body.

Surprising her, he managed to sit up, his arms wrapping around her as his mouth crashed onto hers. Whimpering into him as his tongue slid over hers again, she tried to keep a steady rhythm with her hips. However, the feeling of his hands suddenly squeezing her buttocks and trying to urge her on was not going to aid her concentration and she broke the kiss.

Breathing heavily, she dropped her lips to his ear. Nibbling on the lobe she could feel her husband's warm breath panting across her throat. And then his lips were there, sucking hard on the tender skin just under her chin and she groaned into him, her tongue drawing around the shell of his ear.

"You… are so not playing fair."

His teeth nipped her chin, and she pulled her head back to look at him. Their eyes collided, both sets misty and rolling with whirls of desire for each other. He squeezed her buttocks a little harder and her eyes narrowed at him.

"Fair?" he questioned as she still rocked.

Releasing her right butt cheek, he lifted his hand to the back of her head and pulled the clip from her hair. As it fell messily onto her shoulders, his eyes worked around her face.

"You call coming at me all suggestive and naked earlier, fair?" he questioned.

Her eyes rolled as he gave a rather firm thrust and her hands grabbed onto his shoulders for a little extra support.

"So, you did notice?" she gasped. "And I wasn't quite naked…"

Now his eyes narrowed and taking her totally by surprise, whipped his arm behind her back, got a pretty firm grip and rolled them over so he was back on top.

"I notice everything you do, Mrs. Grissom," he replied with a hint of supremacy that made Sara's toes curl. "And you know what you do to me when you put your hair up…"

"Even when you're playing mad scientist in the living room?"

He gave a sharp thrust into her, and her eyes rolled back on a short moan. "Even then," he said quietly.

Smirking, her eyes slowly opened to meet his. He'd turned the tables on her once again. Not at that point she really cared anymore but then as he suddenly froze and seemed a little lost, she frowned. Lifting a hand to his cheek, her eyes worked around a little panicked.

"Are you okay?" she asked urgently. "Are you dizzy again?"

Surprisingly, he gave her a wide smile. "No," he said softly. "I'm just enjoying looking at you."

A quiet whimper left her throat at the sincerity of his words and her tummy cramped a little. This man just always found the right words no matter the circumstance. And whether that was a good or bad thing, at that particular moment and every moment thereafter, this man was hers, and she was keeping him.

Slipping her hand to the back of his neck she pulled him down to her, closed her eyes and reunited their lips in a kiss that just seemed to last forever. And, as their tongues danced together one more time, his hips began to move, driving into her with slow but strong strokes. As Sara moaned deeply into him, the force of his drive got a little harder and their lips parted. Her hands ran over his back as his lips then seemed to be everywhere, her cheek, throat, chest, mixing it up over and over all the time never relenting with his determination to take her over the edge. And she knew by the tingling running through every cell of her body that wouldn't be too much longer.

Sliding her ankles up his thighs, she locked in, her arms cupping under his so her fingers could firmly grip onto his shoulders. His pace increased yet again and hearing him grunt 'honey' as he licked the shell of her ear, she knew he was getting close.

"Gil…," she gasped, her breath now coming in short pants as the bed began to creak a little under the weight of Grissom's determination and her fingers gripped tighter onto his shoulders.

"Sara," he whispered.

Her eyes dazedly opened to see his head lift. And then he kissed her, sloppily, frantically, the end game now approaching at a supersonic rate. Their lips parted and their respective pants for breath mixed into one as they got lost in each other's eyes for a moment.

"I love you," Sara just about managed to whisper and that was it.

Her husband's eyes clenched tightly closed and she felt him grip onto the back of her thigh as he let out a long groan, his hips thrusting deep and hard, the feeling of his warmth inside her sending her over the edge and toppling her with him.

Sara's head dropped back to the pillow as she cried out her pleasure, shuddering below the man on top of her who continued to slowly move his body in order to give her as much pleasure as he possibly could. And fuck, did he give her pleasure. If she could bottle it and sell it, she'd probably get arrested.

Then, as she felt him settle, his head tiredly falling into the crook of her neck, she unlocked her ankles and brought her legs back down to the bed at either side of him.

"Hmmmm," she mumbled, licking her lips and stretching out her feet, satisfaction beyond words running through her body.

Softly rubbing her hands across his back, she brought her fingers to the back of his neck to run them through his now dampened hair. Feeling his lips gently running over her collar bone she smiled, reaching for the covers and pulling them over their naked bodies. They stayed like this for a few minutes until she felt him move and he pushed up on his hands to look down at her.

Bringing her hand round to his fringe, she smiled as her fingers whisked through it.

"Hi," she said sweetly.

He smiled back, dipping down to give her a quick kiss. "Hi," he replied.

"So," she began, continuing to run fingers through his hair, "is the Doctor happy with his homework? Would you like to give it a mark of 10?"

With his eyebrows rising, Grissom laughed.

Following suit, Sara then pushed up on him, rolling him over so she could snuggle into his chest and his arms wrapped around her. She heard him yawn and took his hand, kissing the knuckles before holding it against her cheek.

"Tired?" she asked.

"Yeah," he admitted. "Something just wore me out."

Kissing his forehead as she sat up, she reached to flick off the lights before snuggling back into him.

"Sleep."

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Her fingertips dabbed softly across the skin just above his heart and Sara breathed in deeply. She could just lie like this forever. Feeling him move, his arms tightened around her.

"I thought you'd be sleeping," he said quietly.

Smiling, she dropped a tender kiss to his chest. "Sorry," she apologized. "Did I wake you?"

"Hmmm," he mumbled, hugging her a little tighter against him. "Why are you awake?"

Her head dropped back to his shoulder, hand running over his arm. "Just can't sleep. My brain is a little active."

Feeling him kissing the top of her head, she smiled again.

"You're thinking about David Hodges?" There was a moments silence before Sara suddenly laughed. "What's so funny?" he asked sounding confused.

Still chuckling, Sara sat up and flicked on the light. Squinting a bit as the brightness hit her, she turned to face her husband, himself blinking at the intrusion of the light.

"You know," she began, tapping him on the nose with a cheeky smile. "I never thought you'd be asking me if I was thinking about David Hodges while we lay in bed recovering from the throws of passion." As his eyebrow shot to the ceiling, her lips pursed in amusement.

"I'm pretty sure you know what I mean," he replied flatly.

Snorting, she leaned close, her lips hovering right over his. "I know what you mean," she said before giving him a quick kiss. "And yes," she continued. "The case has been part of my thoughts."

Grissom's eye twitched as he studied her. "And what's the other part of your thoughts?"

Her lips twitched as she dropped her forehead to gently rest upon his. "You," she admitted.

"Oh," he mumbled.

Smiling, she sat back and took his hand. "Are you still feeling okay? Anymore dizziness since this morning?"

His head slowly shook. "No actually."

"Good," she replied swiftly, happily and he managed a small smile back. "Maybe… maybe it's going away? I could be right?"

"Yeah," he breathed even if his response didn't sound as positive as it could have.

Sara kept her smile to be as encouraging as she could. No, she wasn't stupid and by no means was her husband either but if there was some hope that his illness could fix itself then she was going to hold onto that little bit of hope. They had nothing to lose by doing that. But no matter what, they would get through it. Together.

"And how are you feeling?" he asked.

She looked a little surprised at his question. "Me?" She frowned. "In what way?"

Clearing his throat, he looked down to see her fingers lightly stroking over his hands. "I mean… after your meeting with Detective Cross."

Sara's mouth opened as he looked back at her and now she understood. Well, at least his memory was still working amazingly well. "I'm fine," she answered softly.

Biting on his lip he kept his eyes locked with hers. "Honey, that report was…"

In a flash Sara's hand was covering his mouth just like earlier. "I get it," she reassured.

Eyebrows lofting, Grissom mumbled something under her hand. Pursing her lips, she slowly removed it.

"I didn't catch that," she teased.

"It was a different world then," he repeated but this time with the ability to do so.

Sighing lightly, she tugged his hand into her lap and held it there. But, if he really wanted to explain then she'd let him because it was usually a challenge, still, to get him to open up about things like this. She counted every one of these times as a win no matter the context.

"And things were very different," he continued.

Her lips formed a smile as she squeezed his hand. "And it was your job," she added for him.

"Yeah," he agreed, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.

She squeezed his hand again. "I will admit… that when Cross gave details from the report, I got a little annoyed." Her head tipped a little from side to side. "But when I thought about it, I wasn't really annoyed at you."

He frowned again. "I don't understand."

"I was annoyed at her," Sara continued. "For thinking she could use you against me to get what she wanted." Her head shook. "Ugh ughhhh. Aint no one ever going there again," she said confidently as he smirked.

"Like you said, things then were different. We were different people, Gil. And, our relationship was not at the point it is now, not even close." Again, she gave his hand a squeeze. "You know I've always loved you but right now, the past couple of years, we are stronger than we have ever been. And we are strong together."

He gave her a smile so loving, Sara felt her toes curl.

"No IA agent is ever going to change that no matter how much shit she wants to throw at us or evaluations she wants to read out."

"How much did she actually tell you?" he asked.

Leaning a little closer, she looked him right in the eye. "If Sara masters her demons, she will thrive as a CSI for as long as she wants." Her lips twitched as she heard him inhale. "She was made for this job."

Sara watched as his eyes worked in a circle before settling back on hers, his mouth opening but no words came out. Instead of making him struggle, she just leaned in and kissed him a little more passionately than she was sure he was expecting and when she pulled back, he looked rather surprised. Licking her lips, she rubbed her thumb down the dimple in his chin.

"So, what do you think?" she asked.

Deeply frowning, he shrugged his shoulders. "What do I think about what?"

"Was I made for this job?"

Shifting onto his side, he reached for her and pulled her close, Sara slipping her arm around him as their legs entwined.

"There is one thing you were certainly made for, Mrs. Grissom," he said lovingly.

She tried not to smirk but alas, failed miserably. "Oh?" she said innocently. "And what is that?"

Dropping his forehead to hers, he tenderly kissed her lips. "Me."

The end.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed. Any reviews are very welcome. So, what's next on the writing list?