Title: Fear
Rating: Call it a strong PG13 for well.. you'll find out!
Same disclaimers, ect.
After spending over an hour in autopsy and learning both the victims where killed with a .22 and died instantly, Grissom and Sara spend the rest of their shift sorting through the evidence they'd collected; organizing by location and potential importance. Halfway through the process, Catherine shows up, having completed all she can on her case. By the end of shift, the three have sent to trace and DNA what they can.
"Ok guys, this is a lot of stuff to go through. Lets call it a night and come back fresh. Hopefully by tonight most of the stuff we sent out will be processed and back." He looks at the women and receives two nods of acknowledgement.
"See you guys tomorrow," Catherine says and leaves the room, giving a sly smile to them both on the way out.
Grissom and Sara just look at each other and shrug. They have been trying to separate work and home but it is becoming increasingly difficult to hide from trained investigators what's going on. Their colleagues are becoming suspicious of everything they do. While the past weeks have drawn them closer together, the farthest they have gotten is hand holding, neither wanting to move to fast and destroy the friendship they already enjoy.
"You still planning on coming over this morning? I have an interesting article on Post Mortem Entomological Studies you might want to read."
She has been trying to learn more about entomology, mostly because of Grissom, but partly due to her need to learn about everything she can. "Yeah. I can always use a good article on Post Mortem bugs. I'll meet you there in.let's say half an hour. I'll bring some coffee. That stuff you have at your house is not coffee, I don't care what you say."
"Sure. See you then." He smiles and watches the brunette walks down the hall. He doesn't know how he would ever live without her.
Sitting in one of Grissom's more comfortable chairs in the living room, Sara keeps stealing what she thinks are unnoticed looks at the man sitting on the couch with a case file spread on the table in front of him. She has long since finished reading the entomology article and has moved onto a book. 'God, he is everything to me, and how sexy are those eyes? Man, what I wouldn't give to.' She cuts off the thought; they had agreed to take this very slow. When Grissom suddenly puts his pen down loudly, she knows she is busted.
"What are you doing?" he asks in a mock serious tone.
"Huh?" She looks up innocently at him.
Looking into her bright brown eyes, Grissom almost forgets what he is talking about. "Why do you keep staring at me like that? Like I'm dinner or something. I can't work with you doing that." It is true, he can't concentrate on the case file he is reading with her looking at him like, well, like she wants to jump him right there.
"Sorry," is all she says, enjoying what she is doing to him.
He eyes her across the room and can't seem to concentrate on the next thought; he is distracted by her. Running his eyes over her he admires the only person he wants in his life. He is distracted by the sheen of the gloss on her perfectly formed lips, the shine in her hair from the sunlight coming through the window; what her skin must feel like right where her slim neck meets the collarbone. 'Cut it out Gil. Slow, you agreed to take this slow not..what is she doing?' Watching Sara run her tongue over her lips is almost his undoing. Looking up at her eyes, he finds that she isn't even looking at him anymore; she has gone back to reading the book in her lap. Shaking his head, Grissom goes back to sorting through the file, unaware that Sara knows exactly what she is doing and she'd done it to mess with him.
One frustrating hour later, Grissom is no closer to solving the cold case than he had been before he'd started. Sighing, he gives one quick glance the to brunette still seated in the chair reading and closes his eyes and rests his head on the cushion of the couch; at some point during the hour, he had positioned himself sitting on the floor. Rubbing his temples, Grissom's eyes shoot open when he hears a noise in front of him. Sara has moved from the chair and is currently sitting opposite him on the floor, looking at the papers and photos upside down.
"Nothing?" she asks with a concerned tone. This is a case he often goes back to when they aren't busy. A murderer is walking the streets of Vegas and Grissom has no proof to bring him down. For five long years this case has sat in his open files, taunting him.
"No. There never is. I look at this file once every six months or so, but there never is anything new. Maybe I should give up."
Sara turns some of the pictures around. She has seen them before, but they never fail to shock her. The poor woman had literally been ripped to pieces, stabbed 120 times. It was a rage killing for sure, but Grissom had never been able to catch the killer. Before she can really look at the photo, Grissom gently pulls it away from her fingers, placing it in the file with the others. He doesn't want to look at it anymore.
Looking up at him, Sara smiles and covers his hand with her own small one. As she entwins her fingers with his, Grissom smiles for the first time in over an hour and notices that the look on her face from earlier has returned. 'Oh this can't be good,' he thinks. Watching her, Grissom is surprised when she gets up on her knees and leans across the table, placing her mouth right next to his ear, her warm breath stirring all kinds of thoughts.
"No need to give up Gris. Good things come to those who wait," she whispers and leans back enough so they are now facing each other, their faces mere inches apart. Grissom takes the hand not entwined with hers and runs it along her arm, over her shoulder and lingers on her collarbone a moment, relishing the feeling of her cool soft skin, before tracing the line of her neck, coming to a stop on her cheek.
"Really?" he says, his tone low and dangerous. Grissom is sure he knows where this is heading, but isn't sure if the timing is right.
"Oh yeah," she responds and licks her lips again, looking him straight in the eyes, searching for a sign that says to stop. Finding none, Sara leans into him making contact with her lips on his. Sara feels the kiss all the way to her toes; her whole world being rocked by one moment of time. One kiss that has been almost ten years in the making, neither one of them have felt anything like it. Both know they have crossed that invisible line, but by crossing the line, they have entered into something bigger then both of them. Pulling apart for air, Grissom and Sara stare at each other, almost unsure what comes next.
"Sara." he starts slowly but is quieted by her finger on his lips.
"Shhh Gris. Don't overanalyze, don't even think. What does your heart tell you?" she says in barely a whisper.
Looking in her eyes, Grissom sees the want and decides to listen to his heart for once. "That you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. That you are the only person in my life I have ever cared for this much. Without you, I am not whole, I can't imagine a life if you're not in it."
Sara just stares at him; she doesn't know what to say. No one has ever said that to her, nothing even close. In that moment, Sara knows she loves him and she can't live without him. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Sara leans into his hand that is still making contact with her cheek.
"I.Grissom, I don't know what to say." Before she can finish her thought, however, Grissom has leaned into her again, kissing her fiercely, his now free hands running through the soft tresses of her hair. Tired of having the glass edge of the coffee table in her midsection, Sara breaks physical contact but keeps her eyes on his. Moving around the table, she kneels next to Grissom and slides the table into the middle of the room. Turning back to him, he sees the need in her eyes. Missing the feel of her lips on his, Grissom quickly remedies the situation by kneeling in front of her, grabbing her around the waist and pressing his body into hers. Kissing her deeply, Grissom doesn't hear his phone, then shortly thereafter, pager, go off until Sara stops and looks around annoyed.
"What?" He kisses her neck near her ear, all the while holding her hips.
"I think I just heard your phone." As if on cue, his home phone rings and he sighs, resting his forehead on her shoulder.
"Gris, you should get that. It sounds important," she says regretfully, not wanting to stop what they started, but at the same time someone is desperately trying to get a hold of him.
"Yeah," he says annoyed and gets up, trailing his fingers along her shoulder before straightening.
Catching the phone on the last ring, Grissom barks into the phone. "Hello."
Sara watches as the person on the other end talks and he listens, the expression on his face going from merely annoyed to angry. Deciding to keep busy, she gathers the contents of the file Grissom was reviewing earlier, puts them back into order, and carefully places them into the protective cover.
"No Mobley I do that.. What? Do you think I am stupid? Why on earth would he jeopardize a case? I have a copy of those results in my office..No it's locked. Crap. Fine I will be there in 15 minutes, you better be there..I'm cranky because you are bothering me with something as trivial as a missing lab report... Fine. Goodbye." Grissom turns to look at Sara, who is now sitting on the couch, staring at him with a wistful expression.
"Let me guess. You have to leave?"
"Yeah. I am so sorry, Sara. They think Nicky lost the lab reports on the Vogel case on purpose. Luckily I have a copy, in my locked office. They need them for court today." He walks over to her and sits on the couch beside her.
She smiles at him. "It's okay Gris. I understand, really. Its fine, go. I should head home anyway, get some sleep before shift."
"Ok, but you don't have to leave, you can stay here." He says and puts his shoes on.
"No, I don't have a change of clothes here anyway and without you here, nothing interests me." She smiles mischievously at him. "We can continue this later."
"All right. Sara, I am sorry again. I'll see you tonight." He leans over and kisses her. "Lock up behind you. There is a spare key on the island; take it with you."
"Okay, see you tonight. Don't worry Grissom, it's fine, I understand." He looks at her stunned, how does she know what he is thinking?
Shortly after he leaves, Sara cleans up the living room, putting the coffee table back to its original position and grabbing the file he left sitting on it. Grabbing his key, Sara heads home, showers and falls into a dreamless sleep, unaware that the next evening will threaten everything she has.
tbc........
Rating: Call it a strong PG13 for well.. you'll find out!
Same disclaimers, ect.
After spending over an hour in autopsy and learning both the victims where killed with a .22 and died instantly, Grissom and Sara spend the rest of their shift sorting through the evidence they'd collected; organizing by location and potential importance. Halfway through the process, Catherine shows up, having completed all she can on her case. By the end of shift, the three have sent to trace and DNA what they can.
"Ok guys, this is a lot of stuff to go through. Lets call it a night and come back fresh. Hopefully by tonight most of the stuff we sent out will be processed and back." He looks at the women and receives two nods of acknowledgement.
"See you guys tomorrow," Catherine says and leaves the room, giving a sly smile to them both on the way out.
Grissom and Sara just look at each other and shrug. They have been trying to separate work and home but it is becoming increasingly difficult to hide from trained investigators what's going on. Their colleagues are becoming suspicious of everything they do. While the past weeks have drawn them closer together, the farthest they have gotten is hand holding, neither wanting to move to fast and destroy the friendship they already enjoy.
"You still planning on coming over this morning? I have an interesting article on Post Mortem Entomological Studies you might want to read."
She has been trying to learn more about entomology, mostly because of Grissom, but partly due to her need to learn about everything she can. "Yeah. I can always use a good article on Post Mortem bugs. I'll meet you there in.let's say half an hour. I'll bring some coffee. That stuff you have at your house is not coffee, I don't care what you say."
"Sure. See you then." He smiles and watches the brunette walks down the hall. He doesn't know how he would ever live without her.
Sitting in one of Grissom's more comfortable chairs in the living room, Sara keeps stealing what she thinks are unnoticed looks at the man sitting on the couch with a case file spread on the table in front of him. She has long since finished reading the entomology article and has moved onto a book. 'God, he is everything to me, and how sexy are those eyes? Man, what I wouldn't give to.' She cuts off the thought; they had agreed to take this very slow. When Grissom suddenly puts his pen down loudly, she knows she is busted.
"What are you doing?" he asks in a mock serious tone.
"Huh?" She looks up innocently at him.
Looking into her bright brown eyes, Grissom almost forgets what he is talking about. "Why do you keep staring at me like that? Like I'm dinner or something. I can't work with you doing that." It is true, he can't concentrate on the case file he is reading with her looking at him like, well, like she wants to jump him right there.
"Sorry," is all she says, enjoying what she is doing to him.
He eyes her across the room and can't seem to concentrate on the next thought; he is distracted by her. Running his eyes over her he admires the only person he wants in his life. He is distracted by the sheen of the gloss on her perfectly formed lips, the shine in her hair from the sunlight coming through the window; what her skin must feel like right where her slim neck meets the collarbone. 'Cut it out Gil. Slow, you agreed to take this slow not..what is she doing?' Watching Sara run her tongue over her lips is almost his undoing. Looking up at her eyes, he finds that she isn't even looking at him anymore; she has gone back to reading the book in her lap. Shaking his head, Grissom goes back to sorting through the file, unaware that Sara knows exactly what she is doing and she'd done it to mess with him.
One frustrating hour later, Grissom is no closer to solving the cold case than he had been before he'd started. Sighing, he gives one quick glance the to brunette still seated in the chair reading and closes his eyes and rests his head on the cushion of the couch; at some point during the hour, he had positioned himself sitting on the floor. Rubbing his temples, Grissom's eyes shoot open when he hears a noise in front of him. Sara has moved from the chair and is currently sitting opposite him on the floor, looking at the papers and photos upside down.
"Nothing?" she asks with a concerned tone. This is a case he often goes back to when they aren't busy. A murderer is walking the streets of Vegas and Grissom has no proof to bring him down. For five long years this case has sat in his open files, taunting him.
"No. There never is. I look at this file once every six months or so, but there never is anything new. Maybe I should give up."
Sara turns some of the pictures around. She has seen them before, but they never fail to shock her. The poor woman had literally been ripped to pieces, stabbed 120 times. It was a rage killing for sure, but Grissom had never been able to catch the killer. Before she can really look at the photo, Grissom gently pulls it away from her fingers, placing it in the file with the others. He doesn't want to look at it anymore.
Looking up at him, Sara smiles and covers his hand with her own small one. As she entwins her fingers with his, Grissom smiles for the first time in over an hour and notices that the look on her face from earlier has returned. 'Oh this can't be good,' he thinks. Watching her, Grissom is surprised when she gets up on her knees and leans across the table, placing her mouth right next to his ear, her warm breath stirring all kinds of thoughts.
"No need to give up Gris. Good things come to those who wait," she whispers and leans back enough so they are now facing each other, their faces mere inches apart. Grissom takes the hand not entwined with hers and runs it along her arm, over her shoulder and lingers on her collarbone a moment, relishing the feeling of her cool soft skin, before tracing the line of her neck, coming to a stop on her cheek.
"Really?" he says, his tone low and dangerous. Grissom is sure he knows where this is heading, but isn't sure if the timing is right.
"Oh yeah," she responds and licks her lips again, looking him straight in the eyes, searching for a sign that says to stop. Finding none, Sara leans into him making contact with her lips on his. Sara feels the kiss all the way to her toes; her whole world being rocked by one moment of time. One kiss that has been almost ten years in the making, neither one of them have felt anything like it. Both know they have crossed that invisible line, but by crossing the line, they have entered into something bigger then both of them. Pulling apart for air, Grissom and Sara stare at each other, almost unsure what comes next.
"Sara." he starts slowly but is quieted by her finger on his lips.
"Shhh Gris. Don't overanalyze, don't even think. What does your heart tell you?" she says in barely a whisper.
Looking in her eyes, Grissom sees the want and decides to listen to his heart for once. "That you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. That you are the only person in my life I have ever cared for this much. Without you, I am not whole, I can't imagine a life if you're not in it."
Sara just stares at him; she doesn't know what to say. No one has ever said that to her, nothing even close. In that moment, Sara knows she loves him and she can't live without him. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Sara leans into his hand that is still making contact with her cheek.
"I.Grissom, I don't know what to say." Before she can finish her thought, however, Grissom has leaned into her again, kissing her fiercely, his now free hands running through the soft tresses of her hair. Tired of having the glass edge of the coffee table in her midsection, Sara breaks physical contact but keeps her eyes on his. Moving around the table, she kneels next to Grissom and slides the table into the middle of the room. Turning back to him, he sees the need in her eyes. Missing the feel of her lips on his, Grissom quickly remedies the situation by kneeling in front of her, grabbing her around the waist and pressing his body into hers. Kissing her deeply, Grissom doesn't hear his phone, then shortly thereafter, pager, go off until Sara stops and looks around annoyed.
"What?" He kisses her neck near her ear, all the while holding her hips.
"I think I just heard your phone." As if on cue, his home phone rings and he sighs, resting his forehead on her shoulder.
"Gris, you should get that. It sounds important," she says regretfully, not wanting to stop what they started, but at the same time someone is desperately trying to get a hold of him.
"Yeah," he says annoyed and gets up, trailing his fingers along her shoulder before straightening.
Catching the phone on the last ring, Grissom barks into the phone. "Hello."
Sara watches as the person on the other end talks and he listens, the expression on his face going from merely annoyed to angry. Deciding to keep busy, she gathers the contents of the file Grissom was reviewing earlier, puts them back into order, and carefully places them into the protective cover.
"No Mobley I do that.. What? Do you think I am stupid? Why on earth would he jeopardize a case? I have a copy of those results in my office..No it's locked. Crap. Fine I will be there in 15 minutes, you better be there..I'm cranky because you are bothering me with something as trivial as a missing lab report... Fine. Goodbye." Grissom turns to look at Sara, who is now sitting on the couch, staring at him with a wistful expression.
"Let me guess. You have to leave?"
"Yeah. I am so sorry, Sara. They think Nicky lost the lab reports on the Vogel case on purpose. Luckily I have a copy, in my locked office. They need them for court today." He walks over to her and sits on the couch beside her.
She smiles at him. "It's okay Gris. I understand, really. Its fine, go. I should head home anyway, get some sleep before shift."
"Ok, but you don't have to leave, you can stay here." He says and puts his shoes on.
"No, I don't have a change of clothes here anyway and without you here, nothing interests me." She smiles mischievously at him. "We can continue this later."
"All right. Sara, I am sorry again. I'll see you tonight." He leans over and kisses her. "Lock up behind you. There is a spare key on the island; take it with you."
"Okay, see you tonight. Don't worry Grissom, it's fine, I understand." He looks at her stunned, how does she know what he is thinking?
Shortly after he leaves, Sara cleans up the living room, putting the coffee table back to its original position and grabbing the file he left sitting on it. Grabbing his key, Sara heads home, showers and falls into a dreamless sleep, unaware that the next evening will threaten everything she has.
tbc........