Torn
By: Manigault
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
Note: This is a light chapter. I thought Grissom and Sara deserved a break, I know I needed one. My apologies for not knowing the name of the place mentioned. I decided to generalize. J I also apologize for the two being out of character here, but it was a nice break! For me, anyways. J
Somewhere in Vegas
5:00 am
"Is this supposed to make me forget every…" A scream replaced the rest of her sentence as the roller coaster began its downward slope. She leaned into Grissom as the coaster made a tight turn, their thighs pressing together. The coaster made several more turns before sliding to a stop, and Sara found herself laughing while Grissom grinned beside her.
"Wanna ride again?" He asked, happy that he had dragged her, protesting, onto the coaster.
"Oh, yeah." She grinned back. This was the first time he had invited her with him to share in this particular diversion. She had to admit that it had its distractions. She reached for Grissom's hand as the coaster began its climb on the first hill, and clenched it as they sped through the track.
Walking from the top of the hotel roof where the roller coaster was located, Sara forcefully kept the case at the back of her mind and concentrated her attention on Grissom who was in a rare mood.
"Why don't we get a room here?" He asked with a teasing smile.
"Sure, but don't you have to work?" Sara asked him, pleased that he was still grasping her hand in his own. Although she did not want to pull the case back to mind, she also had no intention of letting Grissom feel the need to baby sit her because everyone felt she was emotionally unstable.
"I need a break from work." Grissom wrapped his arm around her waist as they stepped from the elevator, into the lobby. He walked towards the desk, keeping her close. She decided to accept that explanation for now, as she knew they both needed a break from work.
"You're serious." Sara had thought he was joking, but here he was leading her to a reception desk and asking for a suite.
He paid in cash, causing her to raise her eyebrows, and then he dangled the key in front of her face. "Ready?"
"You planned this."
"Do you have evidence to support that theory?"
"Cash."
"I always keep cash in my wallet; you can do better than that, Sara."
In a lighter mood than she had been in for weeks, Sara followed him into a suite that took her breath away. "This much cash, Gris?" She stared at the king size bed, the spa that faced a wide, floor to ceiling window, a room that was four times the size of her apartment. "How many women do you bring to suites after the euphoria of riding a coaster?"
Grissom opened his mouth before shutting it quickly. He watched her smile that beautiful smile that she kept only for him and knew she was teasing him. "Euphoria after riding the coaster? Really?"
Sara laughed softly and walked away from him towards the spa. She turned and gave him that smile again, raising her brows suggestively. "Want to find out, Gil?"
The use of his first name was all the incentive he needed. Sara only used given name when they were either in bed or in the process of being in bed, or someplace. Shrugging off the analytical thoughts he stood in front of her and wrapped his hands around the sides of her face before leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips. The kiss grew deeper and lasted for several minutes before Sara broke away, slightly, to ask him softly. "You want to try out the spa?"
Grissom leaned towards her again, brushing his lips across her lips, along her jaw, then towards her ear. "Later." He whispered as he walked her backwards to the bed.
They lay in the center of the king size bed several hours later, Grissoms arm wrapped around Sara's warm body, their heads still touching. Neither one wanted to talk about the case, but they knew that it was inevitable. As they lay there in bed, the search warrant was being presented to Mallory Simmons and both knew that one piece of critical information could be overlooked and the killer would stay on the loose. Sara rolled over so that her chest met Grissom's and her face was inches from his. "I'm not tired, Gil, and I don't want to rejoin reality yet."
"We have the suite until 2:00 pm and we have yet to try out that spa."
"Is the roller coaster still open?"
"Twenty-four Seven."
Sara kissed his nose and suggested. "Why don't we reacquaint ourselves with the coaster and then try out the spa."
Grissom responded by rolling out of bed and reaching for his pants, then turning to hold out his hand.