Chapter 19: The Beginning
After breakfast with the team everyone went home with a little less on their minds. Grissom felt more at ease and possibly younger in some ways. He couldn't have done it without Sara. The team offered great support but she was his medium to hold on to before he was swept down stream. He still couldn't believe she performed such an idiotic stunt though. The ball could have rolled either way and they could have lost their jobs. It was quite a gamble on her part. He had no idea what he was going to say to her. She was stubborn and wouldn't listen if he had a microphone but he had to let her know that he wasn't pleased by her actions. He sighed; that wasn't going to be easy.
There was a familiar key jingle at his door before Sara peeked her head in. "Gris?"
She leisurely stepped inside under the suspicion he fell asleep. He had really been through enough to make anyone sleep for days, she thought. Just as she turned around he pinned her to the door. "I thought you fell asleep."
"Sara Sidle you are too smart for your own good." His tone laced with agitation. She tried to kiss him but he drew away from her. "What you did was stupid. We could have both lost our jobs."
"Wait...you really are upset?" She asked confused.
"Why shouldn't I be? I told you not to do something like that, but you did it anyway. You never listen to me."
"I knew what I was doing Grissom." She said almost irritated as she tried to get away from his grasp.
"I'm disappointed in you Sara." He said keeping her in place.
She locked with his eyes trying to read them. "Then I should go."
His eyes fell on her parted lips but bypassed them to her ear. "No." He whispered sending a chill down her spine.
"You!" She exclaimed with a smile. "I thought you were mad at me!"
He smiled. "I am."
She bucked against his hold. "Let me go."
"No." His eyes studied her face before stopping on her lips.
"What?" She asked with a sly smile.
He looked up to meet her brown eyes. "I didn't approve of your suspension."
"I know." She said watching his features flicker with pain. "Don't worry about it."
"It was one or three weeks. I tried..."
"I said don't worry. It's over."
"Yeah." He breathed placing his forehead against hers. "Catherine suspects we are together by the way."
"Huh? How?"
"I just know she knows or at least suspects."
"Does that bother you?"
"She will find out."
"Are you telling me because you care, or because I should care?"
"Neither." He said pushing her hard against the wall for a stunning kiss.
"Grissom you're hurting me." She whimpered slightly.
He jumped away viewing the red marks on her arms. "Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me I was hurting you?"
"You weren't." She said darting away from his grasp only skidding to a stop on the other side of the kitchen table.
"That was mean Sara. I thought I hurt you." He said sauntering over to the kitchen.
"I had to think of some way to get away." She raised an eyebrow. "It was touching that you were so concerned though, too bad I don't go for that sappy romantic crap."
"Liar. You love that romance. I caught you reading a romance novel only a month ago."
"I was doing some research." She lied.
He rose an eyebrow. "Now that I know you will do anything to get your way, I won't go easy on you when I catch you." He rushed towards her and she circled the table avoiding him. Again they stopped and stared at each other. "Come on Sara. I am an old man."
"You weren't last light."
He gaped at her. "I cannot believe you just said that."
She laughed so hard she didn't see him coming until he had her around the waist. Her eyes released tears of joy as the waves of happiness hit her. "Grissom put me down!" She laughed.
"Fine." He placed her firmly on the ground spinning her to face him.
They stared at each other. Her dark hair strewn across her reddened face and her chest heaving. His eyes sparkled with life that she hadn't seen since the start of their troubles. He brushed the hair from her face and she leaned into his hand kissing the palm.
"You are so amazing." He whispered more to himself than to her.
She brought her soft lips to his. "That compliment can go both ways."
The kiss was light, almost sweet and kind. She sent jolts of intense electricity through his body every time a touch was given or a kiss was explored. She felt the same way, if not more wildly passionate for the man that occupied almost every thought of her entire day.
"Take me to your bedroom." She breathed releasing his lips.
Without a word he wound their way to the bedroom by her command. Reaching the room, he pulled her through the door closing it softly behind her. She released his hand and moved towards the queen size bed. "This is the first time I've seen your bedroom." She said in a light humorous tone. "When do I get a drawer?"
He watched her in such a trance he hadn't heard the words. A new day's sun rose through the cracks in the blinds and cast small shards of light onto her body. Her posture was elegant and at ease. His eyes wandered down her back to the back of her calves admiring her. Loving her. Someone almost took her from him. She had the scars to prove just how close he was to losing the most precious thing in his entire life. The pain in his chest when he saw her was hard to bear. He couldn't exist with such pain. He couldn't exist without her. He would crumble and die because his life lay within her. She was the only thing that could breathe life into his cold world. For the first time in his entire life, Gil Grissom, found what he needed to live, not to exist, but to live.
She turned away from the welcoming bed to face his quiet form when he didn't reply. Her eyes met a face of uncertainty. "Grissom?"
"Do you know how much I love you Sara?"
"Of course I do." Her brow knitted in beautiful confusion as he moved toward her. She smiled in what she thought was understanding. "Grissom I know that you see your home as a sanctuary and if this is too fast, I understand. It's no big deal. Really don't..."
His index finger on her lips stopped the jumble of nonsense. He softly pushed her onto the bed kissing her lovely lips. Her eyes closed immediately when he began a hot trail of kisses down her neck to play on her collarbone. Then he stopped and pulled away.
"What's wrong?"
He examined his fingers caress her soft cheek. "I do love you Sara."
"I love you too Gil." She whispered before closing the short distance between their lips for a tender soft kiss.
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