All disclaimers, ect are on the first chapter. I am leaving the rating as
strong PG13, nothing graphic here, just implied. You are warned.
This is my fluffy chapter (you gotta have one), thanks for reading my little fic, I really appreciate it, keep up the reviews. I had to reference the first ep is ever watched; you will know it when you see it.
Enjoy……….
Chapter 9- Recovery
The ride to Grissom's townhouse is silent. Only because Sara is sound asleep with her head resting on the back of the seat facing him. While they are at a stoplight Grissom just stares at her and wrestles with the feelings he has. Early this morning he had crossed a line, and for once he didn't care if it messed up his carefully controlled life. She was good for him, he saw that now, she helped him to open up a bit and he grounded her. Yin and yang. He sighs and looks around the truck for the umpteenth time since they left her apartment, making sure no one is following them. Seeing no one, Grissom allows himself to continue debating. Granted he is her superior, but he wasn't sure if there was any policy specifically prohibiting relationships between them, he had never run into this problem before. Additionally there was the age difference, but he put that to the side since neither one of them seemed to care much about it.
Fifteen minutes later he pulls into the parking space for his place, and Sara is still sleeping soundly, she hasn't moved an inch. He knew she was exhausted, so he regretted having to wake her, but he also knew she probably wanted to take a shower. Her hand is still bloody from breaking Jason's nose, which he had to admit he's proud of her for, in addition to the blood still in her hair.
Getting out of the Tahoe, Grissom grabs her bag from the back and walks around to the passenger side door. As he opens it, Sara wakes up groggily.
"Hey." She says.
"Hey, we are here. Can you get out?"
"Yea, no problem." Sara moves very slowly in getting out of the truck, her muscles are sore and her ribs are tender from the crash landing on the floor. Grissom watches her carefully, and closes the door behind her. Quietly they walk into Grissom's house, him watching her every move.
"I will take your stuff into my room, I can sleep on the couch. Food or shower first?" He asks her.
"Oh, shower, I am not very hungry actually." She smiles up at him.
"All right." He takes her into the bathroom, gives her a towel, her bag, and closes the door behind him.
Sara waits for the door to close completely and then carefully strips her clothes off, placing them in a neat pile. She looks down at the bandage covering the bullet wound and removes it, Hmm, not so bad she thinks to herself as she looks at it. Might not even have a scar. Turing on the water as hot as she can stand it Sara gets into Grissom's shower and stands there, letting the water wash away what just happened. She can almost still smell Jason on her, in her hair, it is disturbing. Carefully Sara manages to wash her hair, not without some serious stinging from the exposed areas of her scalp though. After rinsing off she stands again to relax her muscles and release some of the soreness in them. All of a sudden she feels dizzy, probably from the steam and heat, and places both hands on the bathtub tile, steadying herself. I will not faint, I will not faint she tells herself, because she knows if she does Grissom will take her, like it or not, straight to the hospital. Sara shuts off the water and waits for the steam to clear, at which point she feels better. She dries off, places a new bandage on her thigh, and puts on her pajamas; she is too tired to think about doing anything but going directly to bed. Gathering her stuff up she leaves the bathroom to find Grissom sitting in the living room reading.
"Feel better?"
"Yes, never underestimate a hot shower." She tells him as she moves into the living room, she has never been to Grissom's and is fascinated with the butterflies on the wall and the large collection of books and journals. Putting her bag down, she moves over to the enormous bookshelves and looks through the titles, her curiosity overtaking her exhaustion. Grissom being Grissom all the books are together as are the journals. Meanwhile Grissom is taking in her pajamas, a little more girly than he was expecting from Sara, they are a dark ruby color, pants and a tank top in what he thinks is satin, she looks stunning in them. When she gets to the magazines she laughs out loud and pulls one from the shelf. Grissom hasn't heard her laugh in so long and is so focused on the smile on her face he doesn't even notice what she is holding.
"You have to be kidding me." She says a huge smile on her face. "Applied Psychodynamics in Forensic Science? Oh my god." She says and flies into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
"I told you it existed, you didn't believe me."
"Sorry." She says as she attempts to gain control of her laughter. "I just thought...oh never mind." She says and puts the magazine back where she found it. Grissom gets up and stands a little too close to her.
"You thought what?" He presses her.
"Nothing…I thought you were flirting with me a little. Its stupid, forget I mentioned it." She says and backs away from him.
"I was." He says matter of factly.
She looks at him confused, "Huh?"
"I was flirting with you." He says and closes the gap between them.
"Uh, are you sure I am the one with the head injury here?" Sara says but doesn't move, she lets Grissom move into her personal space.
"Sara I have never been so terrified in my life then when I got that call from Nick. I thought for sure I had lost you for good." He tells her with a very serious look on his face. "Its true when they say you don't realize what you have until it's gone. The ride over to your apartment I thought about what my life would be without you in it. I didn't like it the picture much. I do notice you Sara, I always have, I just was afraid of letting you in, because I knew that you understand me better than anyone, I couldn't give up control like that. You mean more to me than just a friend or a co- worker, you are special to me Sara." Suddenly he stops rambling, wanting to say more, just unsure how to say it.
Sara just stands there stunned at what he is telling her. "Grissom, I….I don't know what to say." She is honestly speechless.
Without saying a word he closes the gap between them, and even in her bare feet Sara is still nearly face to face with him, and lightly kisses her on the lips. Sara's brain seems to be going in a million different directions when she feels Grissom's lips on hers. It was something she had wanted for so long, and she was shocked when it actually happened, but she responded to him, returning the kiss. Before either of them realize it, a soft kiss has turned hard and passionate, both of them releasing pent up emotion in that instant of time.
Suddenly Grissom pulls away from her. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have done that right now, bad timing. But I don't regret it."
"No, me either." She tells him her brown eyes shining at him, tinged with exhaustion.
"You really need sleep, we can continue this later." He tells her and escorts her to his bedroom. Slowly she gets into his bed and rolls over to face him.
"Thank you Grissom." She says while stifling a yawn and closing her eyes. She is asleep almost before she finishes his name.
"Good night Sara." He tells her sleeping form pulls up an extra blanket for her and walks into the living room, setting his internal alarm for two hours to wake her up.
Grissom is woken before his alarm goes off by a short scream emanating from his bedroom. He jumps up from the couch and walks quickly into the room to find Sara sitting straight up in the bed, breathing hard, trying to control herself.
"Sara?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, bad dream." Even in the dark room Grissom can see she is shaking hard.
"Hey, its ok. I was going to have to wake you up soon anyway." He tells her while moving to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. "Want to tell me what it was about?" He asks her, hoping she will actually tell him, instead of getting the brush off he is expecting.
She thinks for a minute and then softly tells him "He came back, to finish what he started, I suppose, and you and Nicky where there. He killed you both right in front of me. Which is worse then him actually killing me."
He just stares at her; she hasn't looked at him yet, choosing instead to focus on her lap. Reaching over, he carefully pushes some hair off her face and gets her attention. "I am right here, nothing is going to happen. I know I told you that before, but this time you are not leaving my sight. Ok"
"Ok." She says it so quietly he has to strain to hear her.
"Good, try and get some sleep. I will be right outside if you need me." He tells her as she lies back down and he covers her in the blanket. As he pulls his hand away, she reaches up and grabs his wrist.
"Please stay."
"All right." He is surprised by her request, but is glad to know that she still trusts him despite a broken promise. Quietly he slips under the covers and pulls her back into his chest, feeling the warmth of her body, reassuring him she is fine.
"Its ok Grissom." She tells him in the dark. "It was a freak thing that the tail didn't follow me." She rolls over in his arms so they are now facing each other. "Don't feel guilty, it was out of your control, and mine for that matter."
It was Grissom's turn to be stunned, she had put him at ease about some of the things that were troubling him. It was as if she could read his thoughts, yin and yang he thought for the second time today. Grissom closes his arms around her tighter, he can feel her heart beating in her chest, and it is reassuring to him. All Sara knows is that she has not felt this safe in a very long time, and the only person who can make her feel this way is the one she's with right now.
"Good night." He whispers to her and kisses the top of her head.
"Good night." She responds and tilts her head up, kissing him on the lips. She can almost feel the electricity from that one kiss course through her body. She wants more. So Sara kisses him again, this time with more force, and now he responds back. When they stop for air, he breaks the silence, knowing if they continue where its going to go, and he doesn't want to take advantage of her considering the past few days.
"Sara, this isn't a good time…."
"Gil, shut up and don't think for once, will you. I am an adult, I can make decisions for myself." She tells him, while kissing him along his jaw line.
"Yeah…ok…." He can barely respond before carefully rolling them over so he is lying partially on top of her, mindful of her sore ribs. He stares her right in the eyes and asks a question without speaking the words he knows she will understand. She simply nods.
Not another word is spoken for the rest of the day except for small noises coming from Sara. He is incredibly careful with her, marveling in her body, beautiful despite the bruises that are now almost formed, an ever-present reminder. She had never, ever felt this way with a man, Grissom was…she simply didn't have a word for it, she felt connected to him now more than before if that was possible; two sides of the same coin she thought, Yin and yang. When they finally managed to get some sleep it was restful for them both.
tbc……
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"You know, high altitudes increases the entire sexual experience. It increases the euphoria." Grissom
"Its good, I don't know if its that good…*curious* Cite your source." Sara
"Hand me a swab please." Grissom
"You're avoiding the question. Enhances sexual experience, increases euphoria. Cite your source." Sara
"A magazine." Grissom
"What magazine?" Sara
"Applied Psychodynamics in Forensic Science." Grissom
"Never heard of it." Sara
"I'll get you a subscription…." Grissom
This is my fluffy chapter (you gotta have one), thanks for reading my little fic, I really appreciate it, keep up the reviews. I had to reference the first ep is ever watched; you will know it when you see it.
Enjoy……….
Chapter 9- Recovery
The ride to Grissom's townhouse is silent. Only because Sara is sound asleep with her head resting on the back of the seat facing him. While they are at a stoplight Grissom just stares at her and wrestles with the feelings he has. Early this morning he had crossed a line, and for once he didn't care if it messed up his carefully controlled life. She was good for him, he saw that now, she helped him to open up a bit and he grounded her. Yin and yang. He sighs and looks around the truck for the umpteenth time since they left her apartment, making sure no one is following them. Seeing no one, Grissom allows himself to continue debating. Granted he is her superior, but he wasn't sure if there was any policy specifically prohibiting relationships between them, he had never run into this problem before. Additionally there was the age difference, but he put that to the side since neither one of them seemed to care much about it.
Fifteen minutes later he pulls into the parking space for his place, and Sara is still sleeping soundly, she hasn't moved an inch. He knew she was exhausted, so he regretted having to wake her, but he also knew she probably wanted to take a shower. Her hand is still bloody from breaking Jason's nose, which he had to admit he's proud of her for, in addition to the blood still in her hair.
Getting out of the Tahoe, Grissom grabs her bag from the back and walks around to the passenger side door. As he opens it, Sara wakes up groggily.
"Hey." She says.
"Hey, we are here. Can you get out?"
"Yea, no problem." Sara moves very slowly in getting out of the truck, her muscles are sore and her ribs are tender from the crash landing on the floor. Grissom watches her carefully, and closes the door behind her. Quietly they walk into Grissom's house, him watching her every move.
"I will take your stuff into my room, I can sleep on the couch. Food or shower first?" He asks her.
"Oh, shower, I am not very hungry actually." She smiles up at him.
"All right." He takes her into the bathroom, gives her a towel, her bag, and closes the door behind him.
Sara waits for the door to close completely and then carefully strips her clothes off, placing them in a neat pile. She looks down at the bandage covering the bullet wound and removes it, Hmm, not so bad she thinks to herself as she looks at it. Might not even have a scar. Turing on the water as hot as she can stand it Sara gets into Grissom's shower and stands there, letting the water wash away what just happened. She can almost still smell Jason on her, in her hair, it is disturbing. Carefully Sara manages to wash her hair, not without some serious stinging from the exposed areas of her scalp though. After rinsing off she stands again to relax her muscles and release some of the soreness in them. All of a sudden she feels dizzy, probably from the steam and heat, and places both hands on the bathtub tile, steadying herself. I will not faint, I will not faint she tells herself, because she knows if she does Grissom will take her, like it or not, straight to the hospital. Sara shuts off the water and waits for the steam to clear, at which point she feels better. She dries off, places a new bandage on her thigh, and puts on her pajamas; she is too tired to think about doing anything but going directly to bed. Gathering her stuff up she leaves the bathroom to find Grissom sitting in the living room reading.
"Feel better?"
"Yes, never underestimate a hot shower." She tells him as she moves into the living room, she has never been to Grissom's and is fascinated with the butterflies on the wall and the large collection of books and journals. Putting her bag down, she moves over to the enormous bookshelves and looks through the titles, her curiosity overtaking her exhaustion. Grissom being Grissom all the books are together as are the journals. Meanwhile Grissom is taking in her pajamas, a little more girly than he was expecting from Sara, they are a dark ruby color, pants and a tank top in what he thinks is satin, she looks stunning in them. When she gets to the magazines she laughs out loud and pulls one from the shelf. Grissom hasn't heard her laugh in so long and is so focused on the smile on her face he doesn't even notice what she is holding.
"You have to be kidding me." She says a huge smile on her face. "Applied Psychodynamics in Forensic Science? Oh my god." She says and flies into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
"I told you it existed, you didn't believe me."
"Sorry." She says as she attempts to gain control of her laughter. "I just thought...oh never mind." She says and puts the magazine back where she found it. Grissom gets up and stands a little too close to her.
"You thought what?" He presses her.
"Nothing…I thought you were flirting with me a little. Its stupid, forget I mentioned it." She says and backs away from him.
"I was." He says matter of factly.
She looks at him confused, "Huh?"
"I was flirting with you." He says and closes the gap between them.
"Uh, are you sure I am the one with the head injury here?" Sara says but doesn't move, she lets Grissom move into her personal space.
"Sara I have never been so terrified in my life then when I got that call from Nick. I thought for sure I had lost you for good." He tells her with a very serious look on his face. "Its true when they say you don't realize what you have until it's gone. The ride over to your apartment I thought about what my life would be without you in it. I didn't like it the picture much. I do notice you Sara, I always have, I just was afraid of letting you in, because I knew that you understand me better than anyone, I couldn't give up control like that. You mean more to me than just a friend or a co- worker, you are special to me Sara." Suddenly he stops rambling, wanting to say more, just unsure how to say it.
Sara just stands there stunned at what he is telling her. "Grissom, I….I don't know what to say." She is honestly speechless.
Without saying a word he closes the gap between them, and even in her bare feet Sara is still nearly face to face with him, and lightly kisses her on the lips. Sara's brain seems to be going in a million different directions when she feels Grissom's lips on hers. It was something she had wanted for so long, and she was shocked when it actually happened, but she responded to him, returning the kiss. Before either of them realize it, a soft kiss has turned hard and passionate, both of them releasing pent up emotion in that instant of time.
Suddenly Grissom pulls away from her. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have done that right now, bad timing. But I don't regret it."
"No, me either." She tells him her brown eyes shining at him, tinged with exhaustion.
"You really need sleep, we can continue this later." He tells her and escorts her to his bedroom. Slowly she gets into his bed and rolls over to face him.
"Thank you Grissom." She says while stifling a yawn and closing her eyes. She is asleep almost before she finishes his name.
"Good night Sara." He tells her sleeping form pulls up an extra blanket for her and walks into the living room, setting his internal alarm for two hours to wake her up.
Grissom is woken before his alarm goes off by a short scream emanating from his bedroom. He jumps up from the couch and walks quickly into the room to find Sara sitting straight up in the bed, breathing hard, trying to control herself.
"Sara?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, bad dream." Even in the dark room Grissom can see she is shaking hard.
"Hey, its ok. I was going to have to wake you up soon anyway." He tells her while moving to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. "Want to tell me what it was about?" He asks her, hoping she will actually tell him, instead of getting the brush off he is expecting.
She thinks for a minute and then softly tells him "He came back, to finish what he started, I suppose, and you and Nicky where there. He killed you both right in front of me. Which is worse then him actually killing me."
He just stares at her; she hasn't looked at him yet, choosing instead to focus on her lap. Reaching over, he carefully pushes some hair off her face and gets her attention. "I am right here, nothing is going to happen. I know I told you that before, but this time you are not leaving my sight. Ok"
"Ok." She says it so quietly he has to strain to hear her.
"Good, try and get some sleep. I will be right outside if you need me." He tells her as she lies back down and he covers her in the blanket. As he pulls his hand away, she reaches up and grabs his wrist.
"Please stay."
"All right." He is surprised by her request, but is glad to know that she still trusts him despite a broken promise. Quietly he slips under the covers and pulls her back into his chest, feeling the warmth of her body, reassuring him she is fine.
"Its ok Grissom." She tells him in the dark. "It was a freak thing that the tail didn't follow me." She rolls over in his arms so they are now facing each other. "Don't feel guilty, it was out of your control, and mine for that matter."
It was Grissom's turn to be stunned, she had put him at ease about some of the things that were troubling him. It was as if she could read his thoughts, yin and yang he thought for the second time today. Grissom closes his arms around her tighter, he can feel her heart beating in her chest, and it is reassuring to him. All Sara knows is that she has not felt this safe in a very long time, and the only person who can make her feel this way is the one she's with right now.
"Good night." He whispers to her and kisses the top of her head.
"Good night." She responds and tilts her head up, kissing him on the lips. She can almost feel the electricity from that one kiss course through her body. She wants more. So Sara kisses him again, this time with more force, and now he responds back. When they stop for air, he breaks the silence, knowing if they continue where its going to go, and he doesn't want to take advantage of her considering the past few days.
"Sara, this isn't a good time…."
"Gil, shut up and don't think for once, will you. I am an adult, I can make decisions for myself." She tells him, while kissing him along his jaw line.
"Yeah…ok…." He can barely respond before carefully rolling them over so he is lying partially on top of her, mindful of her sore ribs. He stares her right in the eyes and asks a question without speaking the words he knows she will understand. She simply nods.
Not another word is spoken for the rest of the day except for small noises coming from Sara. He is incredibly careful with her, marveling in her body, beautiful despite the bruises that are now almost formed, an ever-present reminder. She had never, ever felt this way with a man, Grissom was…she simply didn't have a word for it, she felt connected to him now more than before if that was possible; two sides of the same coin she thought, Yin and yang. When they finally managed to get some sleep it was restful for them both.
tbc……
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"You know, high altitudes increases the entire sexual experience. It increases the euphoria." Grissom
"Its good, I don't know if its that good…*curious* Cite your source." Sara
"Hand me a swab please." Grissom
"You're avoiding the question. Enhances sexual experience, increases euphoria. Cite your source." Sara
"A magazine." Grissom
"What magazine?" Sara
"Applied Psychodynamics in Forensic Science." Grissom
"Never heard of it." Sara
"I'll get you a subscription…." Grissom