Title: Fear
Author: csiphile/A-Stepf
Rating: STRONG PG-13 for implied unseemliness (sex)
Notes: Ba chica ba ba. It's the unseemliness at long last!! Nothing graphic here, I am of the thinking that less is more. Well that and I just can't write it. Let me tell you guys, two geek loves, beautiful surroundings, all they want to do is be unseemly, I swear. Again, enjoy cause you know Joey will be back, and its getting dark over here in the chapter I am writing.
I typically write about 7-10 chapters ahead, that way I can change stuff if I need to. Why am I telling you this boring piece of information? Cause for the first time I had to go back and use that to my advantage, I went back and completely rewrote, and by that I mean I added a completely new twenty page section to the next part. So the moral to my story is I may be a little slow on the posting in a bit, my beta needs time people; I don't need her brain exploding.
Big thanks to those who reviewed!! You guys rock and ARE my muses. :-) Eolivet.you see that huh?? Harrington lead us to a win last night...better start a runnin' McMahon. I almost feel guilty about naming a stalker after him.almost. Of course big shout out to my girl Meg the beta!!!
An hour and a half later, they depart the plane and Grissom guides her to the nearest car rental. Leaving Sara outside the doors with their bags, he goes in and returns minutes later with the keys to a vehicle.
"Ok, little less than two hours and we'll be there," he says to her as they wait for the porter to bring around the vehicle they rented.
"Where, Grissom? Aren't you going to tell me now?"
He smiles enigmatically at her and shakes his head. "That's what you get for the Flagstaff comment."
Sighing loudly and rolling her eyes, Sara doesn't even notice when a black Jeep with the top down is stopped in front of them. Grissom thanks the driver and places their bags in the back. Finally looking, Sara raises one eyebrow at him and smiles.
"A Jeep, Grissom? Well, you never fail to surprise me."
"Good to hear." He walks over to her and hugs her tightly, kissing her forehead as he lets go. "Feels good to do that in public."
She returns his smile and gets into the passenger side as he starts the vehicle. Pulling her hair back into a ponytail, she relaxes for the first time in days, and settles in for the ride. Sara looks at the man next to her, smiles, and grabs his free hand in hers. He looks so much younger outside the lab, in the sun. Adding to that is the short sleeve blue polo that brings out the blue in his eyes. Vacation or not, Sara is a keen observer and when Grissom pulls onto 17 south, she makes note. She is determined to figure out where they are going.
An hour and a half later she is no closer to figuring it out than she had been at the start of the trip, but she has given up, it doesn't matter where they were going as long as she is with him. Most of the time has been spent in comfortable silence. Occasionally Sara would comment on the view; while the road is relatively flat, the mountains that flank the road are beautiful. Letting her mind wander, Sara begins to think about Joey Harrington and immediately chastises herself. 'Damn Sara, you are on vacation to.somewhere, with the man you love and what's on your brain? Some idiot determined to make life miserable. I refuse to think about him the rest of this trip,' she thinks and absently rubs the spot on her arms where angry bruises still reside a physical reminder.
"Three more miles and we're there, " Grissom says suddenly, startling her out of her thoughts. Looking around, the only sign she sees is one about Oak Creek Canyon being in the top 6 of the most scenic drives by Rand McNally.
"Good, my ass is getting sore. Love the Jeep, hate the shocks." She looks at him over her sunglasses and laughs. He glances at her and joins in the laughter. She is right about the shocks.
Finally exiting the freeway, Grissom consults his map while Sara makes note of the town, Sedona. The smile on her face gets bigger as she finally realizes where they are.
"Sedona? Red Rock. That's what's here, I can believe I didn't figure that out," she exclaims. Sara has always wanted to visit the visually stunning mesas. Her eyes wide, she take in the town around her, much different than Vegas and its garish neon lights, big hotels and colorful landscape. The buildings and hotels here blend seamlessly into the neutral background; soft earth tones and sharp ridges dominate the landscape. Even bustling with tourist activity, it's not even close to the mass of humanity that visits Vegas every day. Grissom watches her out of the corner of his eye, thrilled that she is excited about being here, pleased with himself about the choice of vacation spots.
Arriving at the Casa Sedona, the bed and breakfast he'd found, Grissom is impressed; the pictures didn't do it justice. He swiftly parks the jeep and gets out, stretching his cramped muscles and watching while Sara does the same. Grabbing their bags, he approaches the front desk and speaks to the clerk while Sara wanders around looking at the southwest décor and homey feel of the place. Walking into a common area, she sucks in a deep breath at the view from a wall of all glass. She has never seen anything like it. Grissom sneaks up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. He is initially disturbed when she stiffens, but just as quickly she relaxes in his grasp and leans into his chest.
"This is perfect Grissom, how did you know I always wanted to come here?" she asks with her eyes still on the view.
"I didn't. It was close, and I thought you might like it." He brings his lips to her exposed neck, dropping several small kisses on her skin. The sensation makes Sara's skin tingle. "Come on, let's drop off the bags and have a look around."
Entering their room, Sara looks around in awe. A large queen bed sits in the middle with a fireplace in the corner, a chess set next to it, and their own private balcony that faces west. The sunsets will be beautiful over the mesas. Dropping her bag on the bed, Sara moves into the bathroom, turning to Grissom and crooking her finger to indicate he join her.
"Check it out Gris, a spa tub for two." She smiles and gives him a wink as she passes by him, heading back into the room. Quickly unpacking, Grissom looks at Sara, who is already sprawled out across the bed, watching him with a gleam in her eye.
"So, what do you want to do?" He asks and sits on the bed next to her, pushing some hair off her face.
"Honestly, I could use some sleep." Looking at the clock, Sara confirms what her internal one is telling her. "Normally I'm sleeping right now." She gives him a sheepish grin.
"That's ok, I'm pretty tired myself. How about we sleep now and then take an evening hike? Check out the surroundings?" He lies down next to her and pulls her warm body into his, breathing in her. Within minutes of hearing her breathing slow to the point he knows she is sleeping, he closes his eyes and joins her.
Waking several hours later, Sara stretches slowly, trying not to wake the other person in the bed, which is difficult considering he is curled into her side with one arm flung over her stomach. Glancing at the clock, Sara is satisfied with 4 hours of sleep and gets out of bed, walking to the balcony and sitting on one of the chairs. Sara enjoys the view for several minutes before deciding she needs a shower. Walk tonight or not, she feels grimy from driving two hours with the top down on the Jeep. Getting up, Sara stretches once more, extending her body to its full height and then enters the bathroom. Emerging sometime later, Sara feels better. She has changed into cargo shorts and a tank top, damn the bruises, and is debating waking Grissom when he rolls over on the bed and looks at her.
"Hey," he says sleepily and wonders how long she has been awake.
"About an hour," she says, and for a minute he seriously wonders if she can read his mind, but then he realizes he must have spoken the thought out loud.
"I will never figure out how you can function on only 4 hours of sleep a night." He gets up and approaches her, giving her a quick kiss on the way past her into the bathroom; he also needs a shower. She smiles at him and, while he showers, puts on her hiking boots, which were also on the list he had given her.
After a quick dinner outside in the hotel garden, Grissom suggests they take a look around the area. Getting a list of hiking trails around the hotel, they spend the rest of the evening exploring the mesas, coming to a stop at the top of one of the hills as the sun sets. The explosion of colors over the tops of the mountains is the most beautiful thing Sara has ever seen in her life and for the first time since they started the walk, she stands quietly, as the sun disappears, leaving them a sliver of light to make their way back. Grissom watches her; the awed expression on her face is worth the entire trip. Taking a good look at her, Grissom realizes this is the first time he as ever seen her this relaxed. In her shorts and tank top, it's a complete one-eighty from the Sara he usually sees, even outside the lab. Her brown hair shines in the dusk light and her fair skin tone makes her appear to glow.
"Wow. You don't see that off San Francisco Bay, and definitely not in Vegas."
"No you don't," he says without taking his eyes off her. She turns to him at the odd tone in his voice. Grissom closes the small space between them and, grabbing her neck with one hand, covers her lips in his. Sara moves in closer to him. Their bodies are just barely touching, and she returns the kiss with emotion she has never known. Tentative exploration quickly turns to fierce passion as Grissom pushes her back into the closest tree. Finally breaking the kiss, Grissom looks at her and smiles. She returns his smile and without a word they head back down the trail. The trip takes longer than it should due to the fact that Grissom can't keep his hands off her. Coming to a stop in front of their room, Sara digs the keycard out of her pocket, and from his position behind her, Grissom pushes the hair off the back of her neck and kisses her lightly, causing shivers to run down her spine. With his hands placed on her hips and his lips now following a line down her neck and across her collarbone, Sara is having an extraordinarily hard time getting the door open. Finally getting frustrated with the distraction, Sara turns around and faces him.
"Gil, if you don't stop that we are never getting into the room." Before she can turn back to the door, he snatches the card out of her hand and unlocks the mechanism. "Smartass," she says as he pushes her into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
Even in the dim light of the room, they lock eyes and Sara can feel in his piercing stare the want, all the way to her soul. Again closing the gap between them, Grissom returns his hands to her hips and pulls Sara into him, kissing her intensely. Slowly, he grabs the hem of her shirt, letting his fingers slide along the soft taut skin of her sides as he pulls it over her head. Smoothing her hair down with his fingers, Grissom leans in and whispers in her ear.
"God Sara, what you do to me," he says and carefully pushes her down on the bed.
tbc...with more unseemliness heeee!!!!!!!!!
Author: csiphile/A-Stepf
Rating: STRONG PG-13 for implied unseemliness (sex)
Notes: Ba chica ba ba. It's the unseemliness at long last!! Nothing graphic here, I am of the thinking that less is more. Well that and I just can't write it. Let me tell you guys, two geek loves, beautiful surroundings, all they want to do is be unseemly, I swear. Again, enjoy cause you know Joey will be back, and its getting dark over here in the chapter I am writing.
I typically write about 7-10 chapters ahead, that way I can change stuff if I need to. Why am I telling you this boring piece of information? Cause for the first time I had to go back and use that to my advantage, I went back and completely rewrote, and by that I mean I added a completely new twenty page section to the next part. So the moral to my story is I may be a little slow on the posting in a bit, my beta needs time people; I don't need her brain exploding.
Big thanks to those who reviewed!! You guys rock and ARE my muses. :-) Eolivet.you see that huh?? Harrington lead us to a win last night...better start a runnin' McMahon. I almost feel guilty about naming a stalker after him.almost. Of course big shout out to my girl Meg the beta!!!
An hour and a half later, they depart the plane and Grissom guides her to the nearest car rental. Leaving Sara outside the doors with their bags, he goes in and returns minutes later with the keys to a vehicle.
"Ok, little less than two hours and we'll be there," he says to her as they wait for the porter to bring around the vehicle they rented.
"Where, Grissom? Aren't you going to tell me now?"
He smiles enigmatically at her and shakes his head. "That's what you get for the Flagstaff comment."
Sighing loudly and rolling her eyes, Sara doesn't even notice when a black Jeep with the top down is stopped in front of them. Grissom thanks the driver and places their bags in the back. Finally looking, Sara raises one eyebrow at him and smiles.
"A Jeep, Grissom? Well, you never fail to surprise me."
"Good to hear." He walks over to her and hugs her tightly, kissing her forehead as he lets go. "Feels good to do that in public."
She returns his smile and gets into the passenger side as he starts the vehicle. Pulling her hair back into a ponytail, she relaxes for the first time in days, and settles in for the ride. Sara looks at the man next to her, smiles, and grabs his free hand in hers. He looks so much younger outside the lab, in the sun. Adding to that is the short sleeve blue polo that brings out the blue in his eyes. Vacation or not, Sara is a keen observer and when Grissom pulls onto 17 south, she makes note. She is determined to figure out where they are going.
An hour and a half later she is no closer to figuring it out than she had been at the start of the trip, but she has given up, it doesn't matter where they were going as long as she is with him. Most of the time has been spent in comfortable silence. Occasionally Sara would comment on the view; while the road is relatively flat, the mountains that flank the road are beautiful. Letting her mind wander, Sara begins to think about Joey Harrington and immediately chastises herself. 'Damn Sara, you are on vacation to.somewhere, with the man you love and what's on your brain? Some idiot determined to make life miserable. I refuse to think about him the rest of this trip,' she thinks and absently rubs the spot on her arms where angry bruises still reside a physical reminder.
"Three more miles and we're there, " Grissom says suddenly, startling her out of her thoughts. Looking around, the only sign she sees is one about Oak Creek Canyon being in the top 6 of the most scenic drives by Rand McNally.
"Good, my ass is getting sore. Love the Jeep, hate the shocks." She looks at him over her sunglasses and laughs. He glances at her and joins in the laughter. She is right about the shocks.
Finally exiting the freeway, Grissom consults his map while Sara makes note of the town, Sedona. The smile on her face gets bigger as she finally realizes where they are.
"Sedona? Red Rock. That's what's here, I can believe I didn't figure that out," she exclaims. Sara has always wanted to visit the visually stunning mesas. Her eyes wide, she take in the town around her, much different than Vegas and its garish neon lights, big hotels and colorful landscape. The buildings and hotels here blend seamlessly into the neutral background; soft earth tones and sharp ridges dominate the landscape. Even bustling with tourist activity, it's not even close to the mass of humanity that visits Vegas every day. Grissom watches her out of the corner of his eye, thrilled that she is excited about being here, pleased with himself about the choice of vacation spots.
Arriving at the Casa Sedona, the bed and breakfast he'd found, Grissom is impressed; the pictures didn't do it justice. He swiftly parks the jeep and gets out, stretching his cramped muscles and watching while Sara does the same. Grabbing their bags, he approaches the front desk and speaks to the clerk while Sara wanders around looking at the southwest décor and homey feel of the place. Walking into a common area, she sucks in a deep breath at the view from a wall of all glass. She has never seen anything like it. Grissom sneaks up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. He is initially disturbed when she stiffens, but just as quickly she relaxes in his grasp and leans into his chest.
"This is perfect Grissom, how did you know I always wanted to come here?" she asks with her eyes still on the view.
"I didn't. It was close, and I thought you might like it." He brings his lips to her exposed neck, dropping several small kisses on her skin. The sensation makes Sara's skin tingle. "Come on, let's drop off the bags and have a look around."
Entering their room, Sara looks around in awe. A large queen bed sits in the middle with a fireplace in the corner, a chess set next to it, and their own private balcony that faces west. The sunsets will be beautiful over the mesas. Dropping her bag on the bed, Sara moves into the bathroom, turning to Grissom and crooking her finger to indicate he join her.
"Check it out Gris, a spa tub for two." She smiles and gives him a wink as she passes by him, heading back into the room. Quickly unpacking, Grissom looks at Sara, who is already sprawled out across the bed, watching him with a gleam in her eye.
"So, what do you want to do?" He asks and sits on the bed next to her, pushing some hair off her face.
"Honestly, I could use some sleep." Looking at the clock, Sara confirms what her internal one is telling her. "Normally I'm sleeping right now." She gives him a sheepish grin.
"That's ok, I'm pretty tired myself. How about we sleep now and then take an evening hike? Check out the surroundings?" He lies down next to her and pulls her warm body into his, breathing in her. Within minutes of hearing her breathing slow to the point he knows she is sleeping, he closes his eyes and joins her.
Waking several hours later, Sara stretches slowly, trying not to wake the other person in the bed, which is difficult considering he is curled into her side with one arm flung over her stomach. Glancing at the clock, Sara is satisfied with 4 hours of sleep and gets out of bed, walking to the balcony and sitting on one of the chairs. Sara enjoys the view for several minutes before deciding she needs a shower. Walk tonight or not, she feels grimy from driving two hours with the top down on the Jeep. Getting up, Sara stretches once more, extending her body to its full height and then enters the bathroom. Emerging sometime later, Sara feels better. She has changed into cargo shorts and a tank top, damn the bruises, and is debating waking Grissom when he rolls over on the bed and looks at her.
"Hey," he says sleepily and wonders how long she has been awake.
"About an hour," she says, and for a minute he seriously wonders if she can read his mind, but then he realizes he must have spoken the thought out loud.
"I will never figure out how you can function on only 4 hours of sleep a night." He gets up and approaches her, giving her a quick kiss on the way past her into the bathroom; he also needs a shower. She smiles at him and, while he showers, puts on her hiking boots, which were also on the list he had given her.
After a quick dinner outside in the hotel garden, Grissom suggests they take a look around the area. Getting a list of hiking trails around the hotel, they spend the rest of the evening exploring the mesas, coming to a stop at the top of one of the hills as the sun sets. The explosion of colors over the tops of the mountains is the most beautiful thing Sara has ever seen in her life and for the first time since they started the walk, she stands quietly, as the sun disappears, leaving them a sliver of light to make their way back. Grissom watches her; the awed expression on her face is worth the entire trip. Taking a good look at her, Grissom realizes this is the first time he as ever seen her this relaxed. In her shorts and tank top, it's a complete one-eighty from the Sara he usually sees, even outside the lab. Her brown hair shines in the dusk light and her fair skin tone makes her appear to glow.
"Wow. You don't see that off San Francisco Bay, and definitely not in Vegas."
"No you don't," he says without taking his eyes off her. She turns to him at the odd tone in his voice. Grissom closes the small space between them and, grabbing her neck with one hand, covers her lips in his. Sara moves in closer to him. Their bodies are just barely touching, and she returns the kiss with emotion she has never known. Tentative exploration quickly turns to fierce passion as Grissom pushes her back into the closest tree. Finally breaking the kiss, Grissom looks at her and smiles. She returns his smile and without a word they head back down the trail. The trip takes longer than it should due to the fact that Grissom can't keep his hands off her. Coming to a stop in front of their room, Sara digs the keycard out of her pocket, and from his position behind her, Grissom pushes the hair off the back of her neck and kisses her lightly, causing shivers to run down her spine. With his hands placed on her hips and his lips now following a line down her neck and across her collarbone, Sara is having an extraordinarily hard time getting the door open. Finally getting frustrated with the distraction, Sara turns around and faces him.
"Gil, if you don't stop that we are never getting into the room." Before she can turn back to the door, he snatches the card out of her hand and unlocks the mechanism. "Smartass," she says as he pushes her into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
Even in the dim light of the room, they lock eyes and Sara can feel in his piercing stare the want, all the way to her soul. Again closing the gap between them, Grissom returns his hands to her hips and pulls Sara into him, kissing her intensely. Slowly, he grabs the hem of her shirt, letting his fingers slide along the soft taut skin of her sides as he pulls it over her head. Smoothing her hair down with his fingers, Grissom leans in and whispers in her ear.
"God Sara, what you do to me," he says and carefully pushes her down on the bed.
tbc...with more unseemliness heeee!!!!!!!!!