****Chapter 6/?****
Past - Early 1999 - From the Very Beginning
Before that night of fake rape calls and busy gang related homicides, Sara walked up the path towards her door. She was just closing the door, when something stopped her. When she turned to look what was making the door stick, she jump and shrieked at the sight of someone holding the door in its place.
"For gods sake Grissom. Try knocking or saying something. You scared the hell out of me." She let the door go and stared at him as he shifted from one foot to the other nervously. After a few minutes of strange and awkward silence, Sara sighed and grabbed his jacket. "Come in for Christ's sakes. We'll start growing mould if you wait any longer." Closing the door, she shrugged off her coat and hung it up. As she walked over to the CD player, Grissom watched her. As she pressed play, Sara ran a hand through her hair. "You know, your not normally this quiet. Something wrong? Usually you sigh or make some kind of noise, but yet I've heard nothing."
Grissom tilt his head to one side and smirked. Sara raised her eyebrows at him. He still stood a few feet in front of the door with his jacket still on. Sara sighed, she crossed the room and stopped a few inches from him. He watched her as she hesitantly pushed her hands under his jacket up to his shoulders to push his jacket off. Taking his jacket, she shook her head and went to hang it up. When she turned back, he'd walked a few steps into her living room and turned to look around the room. She chewed her bottom lip at the possible reason Gil Grissom was standing in her living room, not speaking, 'letting' her remove his coat a little too intimately and being in this neighbourhood in the first place.
Just as Sara went into the kitchen and turned the coffee maker on, she heard the CD player change songs, change CD to be more exact. The voice of Bono sang out of the speakers making Sara smile. She poured two cups of coffee and took them into the living room. Seeing Grissom standing by the patio doors, she kicked his shoe lightly to get his attention. He turned slowly and took the offered cup.
"Thanks."
Sara laughed. "Ooh, one word at last. I wonder if you can manage a sentence?" She ventured. Grissom turned back to looking out the glass doors. "Why are you here Grissom?"
Grissom drank his coffee and glanced at her as she moved to stand directly beside him. She looked out at the small garden and waited. He took another sip of coffee and took a small breath. "I'm sorry about today."
"Uh huh." She shrugged. "That. You don't need to be. It was my fault not yours or anyone else's. I shouldn't have shouted. It was only a case." She drank her coffee and nudged him playfully on the arm with her elbow. "All that silence for an apology huh. You really need to get out more."
Grissom chuckled. "Really?"
Sara smiled and nodded. "Yep."
"What if I wasn't here just for an apology?" He asked into his cup.
"That would depend if it was work or personal?" Sara said swirling the last bit of coffee in her cup. Grissom turned to her and took her cup from her hand. Placing both cups on the book shelf near the patio doors. Sara looked at him confused. When his eyes found hers, She took a step back instinctively as he stepped towards her. "What are you doing Griss?" She whispered hoarsely.
Grissom searched her eyes as he took another step closer. Once she was pinned between him and the bookcase, he swallowed nervously. His left hand raised to brush back her hair from her cheek. His right hand came up to caress her cheek. Sara was scared, but a good scared. She couldn't register fast enough that this was actually happening. Grissom leaned into her body and dipped his head to tentatively brush his lips across hers. Sara couldn't move, she was stunned into silence and all she could feel was his heat all over her. Her eyes closed at the feel of his lips brushing lightly against hers and his shallow breath mingling with hers. When his tongue tasted her bottom lip, she moaned and leaned into him to kiss him deeply.
Sara was melting, exploding from the inside out. Her whole body was on fire. Here Grissom was pressing his body into hers, against her bookcase and it felt so good. Her hands pushed up his back and bunched his shirt up in her hands. Grissom's hands were exploring her small frame, his fingers delicately slipped under her shirt to feel her skin and moaned at the soft gasps that came from her mouth. His lips left hers and tailed down her cheek to her ear.
"I'm sorry for shouting too." He whispered before pulling her ear lob into his mouth and sucking on it with force that sent Sara's legs to jelly. Although he was doing a pretty good before that with his hands brushing the fabric of her bra. As his hand cupped a breast, Sara's head fell back against the bookcase. She giggled as several books toppled onto there sides with light thuds as they hit the bookshelf. Grissom chuckled and pulled her body away from the bookcase towards the couch. She followed willingly and once they stood beside the couch, Sara pulled from his lips and smiled into his eyes. Grissom's breathing matched hers, gasping pants for air. Reading her eyes, he pulled her to him and kissed her cheek softly. "We don't have to Sara." He whispered pulling back to see her eyes.
"I feel this is too fast Griss. I'm sorry." She dropped her head to his shoulder and groaned angrily at herself.
"I've wanted this too, for so long. I understand. I really do." His hands massaged her lower back as he reassured her he was feeling the same and wanted this just as much as she.
Sara held onto him as they lay on the couch, just holding each other as their bodies calmed down from the overwhelming excitement that coursed through them. The intensity tiring them to a degree that was scary, but also wonderful, that they could do so much to each other with just touches and light kisses. Grissom wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled into his body. Their legs tangled as Sara pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, over them. Grissom pushed her hair back and placed and soft kiss on her lips before closing his eyes and drifting into sleep.
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May 2003 - now
The book fell against her chest as she closed her eyes and exhaustion overcame her. Grissom had finished cleaning and before he stared dinner, he checked on her. Seeing her sleeping, he closed the book and placed it on the nightstand and pulled the cover over her. Kissing her forehead lightly, he backed away and retreated to the living room. He sat on the couch and pulled on his glasses. Looking down at the coffee table, he sighed. He'd asked Catherine to bring by any paperwork that came through his office and to her word, she brought nearly four weeks worth's. He'd only read and signed two files and a few autopsy reports. There was still much to do and at this time, while Sara was sleeping, he could at least try and do something to occupy his mind with. He knew he had to go back to work at some point, but couldn't bring himself to leave her. She still could move her legs. Her arms were gaining back the strength she always had, as well as her back.
The doctor said that is was normal that the muscles would take to strengthen and in the mean time, strict no fast movements or standing for until at least the next appointment to see the doctor at the hospital, in a few weeks. Still, he can't just leave her here on her own. He knew his wife too well and leaving her was not an option. He could ask Nick or Warrick to help, but Grissom knew as well as everyone else that Sara had a sneaky side that could weasel the boys into doing absolutely anything for her. Nope, he wasn't leaving her and if that meant working from home, then so be it. She will just have to like it or lump it and he knows it will be the latter. It can't be helped.
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May 2003 - now
Sara managed to turn in her sleep. When Grissom woke in the morning to a hand on his chest, he smiled and covered it. She moaned softly into his ear and brushed her cheek against his.
Grissom stroked her fingers as he dozed. The sounds of her breathing and little moaning, lulling him back into sleep. His head turned to her and fell back to sleep. Later that morning, Grissom woke to something in his hair. Sighing and turning, he came in contact with a soft thigh. Sara looked down over her book and continued to run her fingers through her husbands tight curls.
"Morning." She said softly.
Grissom smiled and turned his sleeping eyes up to her wide awake ones. "Morning." He turned in her hand as her thumb came down and brushed against his cheek. "How are you feeling?" His voice still heavy with sleep, causing Sara to laugh lightly.
"I'm fine. Why don't you sleep some more? You're exhausted. What time did you come to bed?"
Not wanting to get up yet, he moved closer and wrapped his arm around her waist and buried his head into her side. "Not sure. Late."
Sara sighed. "What were you doing so late?"
Hearing her sigh, he held her tighter and moaned. "Work."
Sara smiled down at him and her hand found his hair again. "I thought you weren't working."
"Only at the lab. I can work from home. Catherine brought me a few weeks paperwork."
"Oh." Pulling the book back up, she went back to reading. "You can go into work you know?"
Grissom nodded and drifted off to sleep. "I know." He whispered sleepily.
Past - Early 1999 - From the Very Beginning
Before that night of fake rape calls and busy gang related homicides, Sara walked up the path towards her door. She was just closing the door, when something stopped her. When she turned to look what was making the door stick, she jump and shrieked at the sight of someone holding the door in its place.
"For gods sake Grissom. Try knocking or saying something. You scared the hell out of me." She let the door go and stared at him as he shifted from one foot to the other nervously. After a few minutes of strange and awkward silence, Sara sighed and grabbed his jacket. "Come in for Christ's sakes. We'll start growing mould if you wait any longer." Closing the door, she shrugged off her coat and hung it up. As she walked over to the CD player, Grissom watched her. As she pressed play, Sara ran a hand through her hair. "You know, your not normally this quiet. Something wrong? Usually you sigh or make some kind of noise, but yet I've heard nothing."
Grissom tilt his head to one side and smirked. Sara raised her eyebrows at him. He still stood a few feet in front of the door with his jacket still on. Sara sighed, she crossed the room and stopped a few inches from him. He watched her as she hesitantly pushed her hands under his jacket up to his shoulders to push his jacket off. Taking his jacket, she shook her head and went to hang it up. When she turned back, he'd walked a few steps into her living room and turned to look around the room. She chewed her bottom lip at the possible reason Gil Grissom was standing in her living room, not speaking, 'letting' her remove his coat a little too intimately and being in this neighbourhood in the first place.
Just as Sara went into the kitchen and turned the coffee maker on, she heard the CD player change songs, change CD to be more exact. The voice of Bono sang out of the speakers making Sara smile. She poured two cups of coffee and took them into the living room. Seeing Grissom standing by the patio doors, she kicked his shoe lightly to get his attention. He turned slowly and took the offered cup.
"Thanks."
Sara laughed. "Ooh, one word at last. I wonder if you can manage a sentence?" She ventured. Grissom turned back to looking out the glass doors. "Why are you here Grissom?"
Grissom drank his coffee and glanced at her as she moved to stand directly beside him. She looked out at the small garden and waited. He took another sip of coffee and took a small breath. "I'm sorry about today."
"Uh huh." She shrugged. "That. You don't need to be. It was my fault not yours or anyone else's. I shouldn't have shouted. It was only a case." She drank her coffee and nudged him playfully on the arm with her elbow. "All that silence for an apology huh. You really need to get out more."
Grissom chuckled. "Really?"
Sara smiled and nodded. "Yep."
"What if I wasn't here just for an apology?" He asked into his cup.
"That would depend if it was work or personal?" Sara said swirling the last bit of coffee in her cup. Grissom turned to her and took her cup from her hand. Placing both cups on the book shelf near the patio doors. Sara looked at him confused. When his eyes found hers, She took a step back instinctively as he stepped towards her. "What are you doing Griss?" She whispered hoarsely.
Grissom searched her eyes as he took another step closer. Once she was pinned between him and the bookcase, he swallowed nervously. His left hand raised to brush back her hair from her cheek. His right hand came up to caress her cheek. Sara was scared, but a good scared. She couldn't register fast enough that this was actually happening. Grissom leaned into her body and dipped his head to tentatively brush his lips across hers. Sara couldn't move, she was stunned into silence and all she could feel was his heat all over her. Her eyes closed at the feel of his lips brushing lightly against hers and his shallow breath mingling with hers. When his tongue tasted her bottom lip, she moaned and leaned into him to kiss him deeply.
Sara was melting, exploding from the inside out. Her whole body was on fire. Here Grissom was pressing his body into hers, against her bookcase and it felt so good. Her hands pushed up his back and bunched his shirt up in her hands. Grissom's hands were exploring her small frame, his fingers delicately slipped under her shirt to feel her skin and moaned at the soft gasps that came from her mouth. His lips left hers and tailed down her cheek to her ear.
"I'm sorry for shouting too." He whispered before pulling her ear lob into his mouth and sucking on it with force that sent Sara's legs to jelly. Although he was doing a pretty good before that with his hands brushing the fabric of her bra. As his hand cupped a breast, Sara's head fell back against the bookcase. She giggled as several books toppled onto there sides with light thuds as they hit the bookshelf. Grissom chuckled and pulled her body away from the bookcase towards the couch. She followed willingly and once they stood beside the couch, Sara pulled from his lips and smiled into his eyes. Grissom's breathing matched hers, gasping pants for air. Reading her eyes, he pulled her to him and kissed her cheek softly. "We don't have to Sara." He whispered pulling back to see her eyes.
"I feel this is too fast Griss. I'm sorry." She dropped her head to his shoulder and groaned angrily at herself.
"I've wanted this too, for so long. I understand. I really do." His hands massaged her lower back as he reassured her he was feeling the same and wanted this just as much as she.
Sara held onto him as they lay on the couch, just holding each other as their bodies calmed down from the overwhelming excitement that coursed through them. The intensity tiring them to a degree that was scary, but also wonderful, that they could do so much to each other with just touches and light kisses. Grissom wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled into his body. Their legs tangled as Sara pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, over them. Grissom pushed her hair back and placed and soft kiss on her lips before closing his eyes and drifting into sleep.
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May 2003 - now
The book fell against her chest as she closed her eyes and exhaustion overcame her. Grissom had finished cleaning and before he stared dinner, he checked on her. Seeing her sleeping, he closed the book and placed it on the nightstand and pulled the cover over her. Kissing her forehead lightly, he backed away and retreated to the living room. He sat on the couch and pulled on his glasses. Looking down at the coffee table, he sighed. He'd asked Catherine to bring by any paperwork that came through his office and to her word, she brought nearly four weeks worth's. He'd only read and signed two files and a few autopsy reports. There was still much to do and at this time, while Sara was sleeping, he could at least try and do something to occupy his mind with. He knew he had to go back to work at some point, but couldn't bring himself to leave her. She still could move her legs. Her arms were gaining back the strength she always had, as well as her back.
The doctor said that is was normal that the muscles would take to strengthen and in the mean time, strict no fast movements or standing for until at least the next appointment to see the doctor at the hospital, in a few weeks. Still, he can't just leave her here on her own. He knew his wife too well and leaving her was not an option. He could ask Nick or Warrick to help, but Grissom knew as well as everyone else that Sara had a sneaky side that could weasel the boys into doing absolutely anything for her. Nope, he wasn't leaving her and if that meant working from home, then so be it. She will just have to like it or lump it and he knows it will be the latter. It can't be helped.
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May 2003 - now
Sara managed to turn in her sleep. When Grissom woke in the morning to a hand on his chest, he smiled and covered it. She moaned softly into his ear and brushed her cheek against his.
Grissom stroked her fingers as he dozed. The sounds of her breathing and little moaning, lulling him back into sleep. His head turned to her and fell back to sleep. Later that morning, Grissom woke to something in his hair. Sighing and turning, he came in contact with a soft thigh. Sara looked down over her book and continued to run her fingers through her husbands tight curls.
"Morning." She said softly.
Grissom smiled and turned his sleeping eyes up to her wide awake ones. "Morning." He turned in her hand as her thumb came down and brushed against his cheek. "How are you feeling?" His voice still heavy with sleep, causing Sara to laugh lightly.
"I'm fine. Why don't you sleep some more? You're exhausted. What time did you come to bed?"
Not wanting to get up yet, he moved closer and wrapped his arm around her waist and buried his head into her side. "Not sure. Late."
Sara sighed. "What were you doing so late?"
Hearing her sigh, he held her tighter and moaned. "Work."
Sara smiled down at him and her hand found his hair again. "I thought you weren't working."
"Only at the lab. I can work from home. Catherine brought me a few weeks paperwork."
"Oh." Pulling the book back up, she went back to reading. "You can go into work you know?"
Grissom nodded and drifted off to sleep. "I know." He whispered sleepily.