Title: Fear
Author: csiphile
Rating: still Strong PG-13.yeah more unseemliness
Notes: I found this beautiful song the other day, I think it's a great G/S song. Hope you guys agree!!
Thanks: To Meg of course, for betaing for me! Also to all those who have reviewed.you guys are the best, it keeps me writing, it really does. ZHeidi, Alison, Chris, Peggie, and all those I didn't mention, thank you..so much. Of course thanks to Dev.without her Fear would only be an idea trapped in my head. And the Laundromat I go to gets a big shout out, I had no ending for this thing, I was utterly clueless, until my dryer broke and I had to go to the Laundromat to dry where, as it turns out, inspiration hit! Well I guess a shout out goes to my dryer too for breaking!!!
Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about
That's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
Her killer instinct tells her to beware of evil men
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love
Pretty girl, pretty girl
Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get 'em out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you cry
It's the way
That he in your mind
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love
Sugarcult, Pretty Girl (The Way)
Lying in the dark sometime later, with Sara's body curled into his side and her head resting on his chest, Grissom thinks about how lucky he truly is. The person who means more to him than life is lying naked next to him, and he almost can't believe what had just happened. She has been in his dreams on and off for the past 10 years, more often once she came to work with him in Las Vegas. Smiling to himself, he wraps an arm around her shoulders and kisses the top of her head. Sara's voice in the dark surprises him, -he'd thought she was sleeping.
"What are you thinking about?" she murmurs into his chest.
"You. I didn't know what I was looking for until I found it. Your what's been missing and I didn't even realize it."
"Gris." She starts and looks at him, lifting her head slightly from his chest. Her words are cut off, however, by him tenderly kissing her. Quickly the ferocity of the kiss increases and Grissom carefully rolls her on her back, leaning over her. He simply can't get enough of her.
Waking the next morning to the Arizona sun shining through a slit in the curtains, Grissom is mildly surprised to wake alone. Looking around, he is initially worried when he doesn't see her, until he realizes that the previously unopened patio door now stands ajar. Slowly getting out of bed, he quickly puts on the clothes that had been haphazardly removed the previous night and opens the curtains to reveal Sara curled up into one of the chairs, looking out over the desert. Approaching her, Grissom sits on one of the footrests directly in front of her.
"Good morning," she says and smiles at him.
"Morning. How long have you been up?" He places one hand on her knee and slowly starts making circles on her cool skin.
"Depends, what time is it?" she asks and enjoys the feeling of his hand making its way in lazy circles up her short-clad leg.
"Little after eight," he says, his tone low, his eyes mischievous.
"Oh. I guess about two hours then." Sara leans her head back against the chair and closes her eyes as Grissom slides his hand farther up her thigh, using the other one to trace her exposed neck and collarbone. Grissom smiles to himself; never in his life has he felt this way about anyone. He's had a few lovers but not one has had the effect Sara has on him, -he feels like a teenager, her body is irresistible to him.
"Well, how would you feel about going back to bed for a while?" At that her head raises and she looks at him.
"That would depend on if there's something other than sleeping involved," she says in a dangerously low tone and leans into him, just letting her lips brush his in a taunting manner. Grissom moans under his breath and the hand that had been on her neck snakes around to the back of her head and holds it there as he kisses her hard.
"Does that answer your question?" he asks upon breaking.
"Yeah. I feel fine about heading to bed again." She smiles at him and gets up, grabs one of his hands and leads the way.
**Las Vegas, NV Same time**
Snapping on latex gloves and looking around for the third time, Joey swiftly picks the lock on the apartment door, and slides in silently and unnoticed. Joey isn't stupid; he knows that leaving any fingerprints will get him tossed in jail, and he can't convince her of his love from jail. Taking a deep breath, he recognizes the scent as her, Sara. Joey takes in her apartment. He feels like this is where he belongs, but then remembers where she is, with another man, and he becomes angry.
"Why, Sara? We are meant to be, you have to love me. You have to," he says aloud and notices the precise way that everything has a place. Walking into her bedroom, Joey finds what he is looking for, -her closet. Swiftly sorting through the clothes, he again finds what he is looking for, the shirt he first saw her in. Removing it violently from the hanger, he neatly folds the item and places it on her kitchen island. Venturing farther into the living room, he is attracted by the pictures lined up neatly on the entertainment center. Pictures of family mostly, but then his attention is drawn to one in particular. Carefully lifting the frame from its position, he studies the two people in the photo. Sara is standing with a man behind her, his arms wrapped protectively around her arms at her waist. Looking closely, he realizes who the man is, -it's the same person he saw kissing her the day before. 'That whore. She is supposed to be with me. Not him. He can't give her what I can, no one can. She is mine and always will be,' he thinks and becomes more angry at the thought of what she could be doing right now, cheating on him. His grip on the photo becomes tight, his knuckles grow white with anger, and suddenly his anger explodes and he throws the frame across the room, only vaguely hearing the glass shatter and the frame hit the hardwood floor of her kitchen.
"Damn her!" he yells, but not loud enough to draw Sara's neighbors' attention. Spinning back to the photos, he desperately lifts each one and puts it back. Looking for more proof of her infidelity, he searches through her apartment, looking in drawers and cabinets for any sign of a man. As he goes, Joey becomes more and more frustrated. He can't understand her behavior. She should love him; he loves her and that is the way it works, -if you love someone, they are supposed to love you back. Standing in her bathroom, after searching the vanity, Joey looks at himself in the mirror.
"Oh, Sara. Why?" he says quietly, but in a final burst of fury, slams the medicine cabinet door, shattering the glass into the sink basin. "I'll show you what happens when you cheat on me, Sara. Just wait."
Walking to the door, he grabs the shirt from the island, carefully closing and jimmying the door back to locked.
**Sedona, AZ**
Finally emerging from their hotel room, Sara and Grissom decide to go for a drive on one of the marked Jeep trails. Easily maneuvering the vehicle, Grissom stops at the crest of one hill, -it seems to be the highest point in the area. Getting out, they walk to the edge, Grissom staying a bit farther back than Sara, who looks over the side and whistles.
"Grissom, come look at this, it's a beautiful view down."
Not moving an inch, Grissom regards her from behind. She's again dressed in cargo shorts that just cover her behind and a tight red t-shirt, and he admires her long legs among other things. "The view is just as beautiful from here, thanks."
Turning to him, Sara smiles but doesn't give up." Come on, Grissom. What? You afraid of the edge?" She takes a step to him.
"Actually, it makes me nervous, that's all," he says honestly.
"Come on Grissom. Just one step at a time." She holds out one hand for him and waits patiently until he takes it and steps to her. Carefully guiding him to the edge, Sara holds Grissom's hand as he tentatively leans over and looks down. It is a beautiful sight, the colors of the sand and rock blending together, but the action of looking down makes him dizzy and he steps back.
"You ok? I'm sorry," she asks, concerned.
"Fine. Really, and don't be sorry, I wanted to see what you did. It is beautiful." He smiles at her. "Lets get some lunch and we can continue driving after. I saw a restaurant in town. Ok?"
"Sure." As they get into the Jeep, Sara's hand on his arm stops him. "Gris, thank you for brining me here. It was just what I needed."
"You're welcome." He returns her smile and heads back down the trail.
**Las Vegas, NV **
Whistling as he lets himself into Sara's apartment, Nick drops the key on the island and heads right to the plant in the corner. Checking the soil, he is glad he came over before work, the orchid needs water. Walking back to the kitchen, Nick stops and looks around carefully. The investigator in him has seen something wrong, now he needs to find it. Scanning the bookshelves, CDs, desk, and finding nothing, Nick is ready to give up when something about Sara's pictures sends up a red flag for him. Moving closer to the photos, he instantly realizes a problem. They are not in the right place, and looking closer, he realizes one is missing; the one of her and Grissom from the Christmas party. Snapping into action, Nick pulls his gun from its holder at his side and brings it up. Someone had been, or still is, there.
tbc...I know, but come on the past two chapter breaks were cake! You also had to know that Joey wouldn't be quiet for long!!
Author: csiphile
Rating: still Strong PG-13.yeah more unseemliness
Notes: I found this beautiful song the other day, I think it's a great G/S song. Hope you guys agree!!
Thanks: To Meg of course, for betaing for me! Also to all those who have reviewed.you guys are the best, it keeps me writing, it really does. ZHeidi, Alison, Chris, Peggie, and all those I didn't mention, thank you..so much. Of course thanks to Dev.without her Fear would only be an idea trapped in my head. And the Laundromat I go to gets a big shout out, I had no ending for this thing, I was utterly clueless, until my dryer broke and I had to go to the Laundromat to dry where, as it turns out, inspiration hit! Well I guess a shout out goes to my dryer too for breaking!!!
Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about
That's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
Her killer instinct tells her to beware of evil men
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love
Pretty girl, pretty girl
Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get 'em out of your head
It's the way
That he makes you cry
It's the way
That he in your mind
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love
Sugarcult, Pretty Girl (The Way)
Lying in the dark sometime later, with Sara's body curled into his side and her head resting on his chest, Grissom thinks about how lucky he truly is. The person who means more to him than life is lying naked next to him, and he almost can't believe what had just happened. She has been in his dreams on and off for the past 10 years, more often once she came to work with him in Las Vegas. Smiling to himself, he wraps an arm around her shoulders and kisses the top of her head. Sara's voice in the dark surprises him, -he'd thought she was sleeping.
"What are you thinking about?" she murmurs into his chest.
"You. I didn't know what I was looking for until I found it. Your what's been missing and I didn't even realize it."
"Gris." She starts and looks at him, lifting her head slightly from his chest. Her words are cut off, however, by him tenderly kissing her. Quickly the ferocity of the kiss increases and Grissom carefully rolls her on her back, leaning over her. He simply can't get enough of her.
Waking the next morning to the Arizona sun shining through a slit in the curtains, Grissom is mildly surprised to wake alone. Looking around, he is initially worried when he doesn't see her, until he realizes that the previously unopened patio door now stands ajar. Slowly getting out of bed, he quickly puts on the clothes that had been haphazardly removed the previous night and opens the curtains to reveal Sara curled up into one of the chairs, looking out over the desert. Approaching her, Grissom sits on one of the footrests directly in front of her.
"Good morning," she says and smiles at him.
"Morning. How long have you been up?" He places one hand on her knee and slowly starts making circles on her cool skin.
"Depends, what time is it?" she asks and enjoys the feeling of his hand making its way in lazy circles up her short-clad leg.
"Little after eight," he says, his tone low, his eyes mischievous.
"Oh. I guess about two hours then." Sara leans her head back against the chair and closes her eyes as Grissom slides his hand farther up her thigh, using the other one to trace her exposed neck and collarbone. Grissom smiles to himself; never in his life has he felt this way about anyone. He's had a few lovers but not one has had the effect Sara has on him, -he feels like a teenager, her body is irresistible to him.
"Well, how would you feel about going back to bed for a while?" At that her head raises and she looks at him.
"That would depend on if there's something other than sleeping involved," she says in a dangerously low tone and leans into him, just letting her lips brush his in a taunting manner. Grissom moans under his breath and the hand that had been on her neck snakes around to the back of her head and holds it there as he kisses her hard.
"Does that answer your question?" he asks upon breaking.
"Yeah. I feel fine about heading to bed again." She smiles at him and gets up, grabs one of his hands and leads the way.
**Las Vegas, NV Same time**
Snapping on latex gloves and looking around for the third time, Joey swiftly picks the lock on the apartment door, and slides in silently and unnoticed. Joey isn't stupid; he knows that leaving any fingerprints will get him tossed in jail, and he can't convince her of his love from jail. Taking a deep breath, he recognizes the scent as her, Sara. Joey takes in her apartment. He feels like this is where he belongs, but then remembers where she is, with another man, and he becomes angry.
"Why, Sara? We are meant to be, you have to love me. You have to," he says aloud and notices the precise way that everything has a place. Walking into her bedroom, Joey finds what he is looking for, -her closet. Swiftly sorting through the clothes, he again finds what he is looking for, the shirt he first saw her in. Removing it violently from the hanger, he neatly folds the item and places it on her kitchen island. Venturing farther into the living room, he is attracted by the pictures lined up neatly on the entertainment center. Pictures of family mostly, but then his attention is drawn to one in particular. Carefully lifting the frame from its position, he studies the two people in the photo. Sara is standing with a man behind her, his arms wrapped protectively around her arms at her waist. Looking closely, he realizes who the man is, -it's the same person he saw kissing her the day before. 'That whore. She is supposed to be with me. Not him. He can't give her what I can, no one can. She is mine and always will be,' he thinks and becomes more angry at the thought of what she could be doing right now, cheating on him. His grip on the photo becomes tight, his knuckles grow white with anger, and suddenly his anger explodes and he throws the frame across the room, only vaguely hearing the glass shatter and the frame hit the hardwood floor of her kitchen.
"Damn her!" he yells, but not loud enough to draw Sara's neighbors' attention. Spinning back to the photos, he desperately lifts each one and puts it back. Looking for more proof of her infidelity, he searches through her apartment, looking in drawers and cabinets for any sign of a man. As he goes, Joey becomes more and more frustrated. He can't understand her behavior. She should love him; he loves her and that is the way it works, -if you love someone, they are supposed to love you back. Standing in her bathroom, after searching the vanity, Joey looks at himself in the mirror.
"Oh, Sara. Why?" he says quietly, but in a final burst of fury, slams the medicine cabinet door, shattering the glass into the sink basin. "I'll show you what happens when you cheat on me, Sara. Just wait."
Walking to the door, he grabs the shirt from the island, carefully closing and jimmying the door back to locked.
**Sedona, AZ**
Finally emerging from their hotel room, Sara and Grissom decide to go for a drive on one of the marked Jeep trails. Easily maneuvering the vehicle, Grissom stops at the crest of one hill, -it seems to be the highest point in the area. Getting out, they walk to the edge, Grissom staying a bit farther back than Sara, who looks over the side and whistles.
"Grissom, come look at this, it's a beautiful view down."
Not moving an inch, Grissom regards her from behind. She's again dressed in cargo shorts that just cover her behind and a tight red t-shirt, and he admires her long legs among other things. "The view is just as beautiful from here, thanks."
Turning to him, Sara smiles but doesn't give up." Come on, Grissom. What? You afraid of the edge?" She takes a step to him.
"Actually, it makes me nervous, that's all," he says honestly.
"Come on Grissom. Just one step at a time." She holds out one hand for him and waits patiently until he takes it and steps to her. Carefully guiding him to the edge, Sara holds Grissom's hand as he tentatively leans over and looks down. It is a beautiful sight, the colors of the sand and rock blending together, but the action of looking down makes him dizzy and he steps back.
"You ok? I'm sorry," she asks, concerned.
"Fine. Really, and don't be sorry, I wanted to see what you did. It is beautiful." He smiles at her. "Lets get some lunch and we can continue driving after. I saw a restaurant in town. Ok?"
"Sure." As they get into the Jeep, Sara's hand on his arm stops him. "Gris, thank you for brining me here. It was just what I needed."
"You're welcome." He returns her smile and heads back down the trail.
**Las Vegas, NV **
Whistling as he lets himself into Sara's apartment, Nick drops the key on the island and heads right to the plant in the corner. Checking the soil, he is glad he came over before work, the orchid needs water. Walking back to the kitchen, Nick stops and looks around carefully. The investigator in him has seen something wrong, now he needs to find it. Scanning the bookshelves, CDs, desk, and finding nothing, Nick is ready to give up when something about Sara's pictures sends up a red flag for him. Moving closer to the photos, he instantly realizes a problem. They are not in the right place, and looking closer, he realizes one is missing; the one of her and Grissom from the Christmas party. Snapping into action, Nick pulls his gun from its holder at his side and brings it up. Someone had been, or still is, there.
tbc...I know, but come on the past two chapter breaks were cake! You also had to know that Joey wouldn't be quiet for long!!