Chapter 12
Motel, late afternoon
Grissom sat down at the small table, he kicked off his shoes and opened the take away box. He took a tentative bite and looked up at the bathroom door. Sara was in the shower. They had talked and slept most the day. Just talk about what might happen and if the shooter followed them, then they would have to move again. Grissom had made a phone call to Freddie and told him where about they were, but not exactly. No one was trusted, not even the phone lines. The smart thing Grissom did when he left the safe house in San Francisco, was that he left his tracer behind. The shooter might have been tracing him and that's how Sara got shot.
They needed to get to Freddie, but that was becoming increasingly difficult with the shooter getting closer. Sara came out of the bathroom in just a large towel wrapped around her. She smiled at Grissom and sat down on the bed. He gave a shy smile and turned back to eating. Sara dried her hair with a small towel and brushed it. She stood and walked towards her bag. She pulled out a t-shirt and sweats. Grissom looked up at the sound of the zip and watched as she picked up the shirt. He closed the box and stood.
She spread the shirt on the dresser and pulled the small towel from her around her neck. She smiled at the feel of his hands on her shoulders. The small towel fell to the floor as he pulled her hair over her shoulders and pushed it aside. Her eyes closed as she felt his lips on the skin below her ear. His hands squeezed her shoulders as his mouth trailed along her neck to her collarbone.
Sara's hand held the large towel in place as her free hand found its way into his hair, holding his head to her. Grissom stepped forward, pressing his chest against her back. His hands pushed under her arms, around her body and up her stomach. He breathed in deeply as he made his way back to her ear. Sara sighed at the feel of his warm lips caressing her skin. She moaned lightly as his hand pushed under the towel and glided down her bare flesh. His other hand covered hers and intertwined their fingers, letting the towel fall.
Leaning her head back onto his shoulder, giving him better access to her long neck, she tightened her fingers around his and leaned her whole body against his. His hand brushed down her stomach and up to below her breasts. Sara moaned again as his teeth nibbled on her earlobe. Her eyes were closed as the teasing continued. She was enjoying this and she was certain he was as well.
His hand released her and his mouth pulled away from her. Sara's eyes fluttered open. Grissom turned her slowly. His hands on her waist skated over her skin. He looked into her eyes with passion. Her hands pushed up his arms as they moved backwards towards the bed. Sara unbuttoned his shirt, keeping eye contact. His shirt was open, her hands ran down his chest to his abdomen, to stop at his belt. She unfastened the buckle and pulled open his pants. His eyes closed as she pushed his pants down his legs. He pushed her onto the bed and shredded his remaining clothes before covering her body with his.
Her hands explored his chest and shoulders as he held himself up. Her eyes following her hands as they examined every area of his upper body. Grissom lowered his head and kissed her cheek. Sara smiled and cupped his face. She pulled his head closer and kissed him softly. His body pressed against hers. He moaned into her mouth as she wrapped her legs around his hips. His hands caressed her chest, breasts and back as she ground against him.
Sara broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Grissom laced kisses down her throat to her chest, sucking on her breasts. She writhed beneath him and gasped as he slid into her warmth. He groaned loudly at the intensity. He held himself still as he raised his head to see her reaction. She opened her eyes to find his looking down at her. He slowly slid almost completely out of her before sliding back in. Sara's eyes struggled to stay open as he repeated this. She met his slow thrusts and matched his moans and groans.
Grissom's heart was pounding against his ribcage and his body ached. Sara could tell he was holding on for her and could see the strain in his face. He buried his head in her neck as she panted into his ear. Her nails scraped down his back and pulled him closer as he arched at the sensations. Feeling the tension rush through their bodies, the thrusts became harder. Beating the rapid emotions coursing through them, their bodies met in hard, long thrusts. Gasps, pants, moans and groans were replaced with a scream from the pair as they stiffened and released everything they had been holding in. Grissom collapsed onto the heaving body beneath him with an equally heaving body. Breathing came in sputters as they came down from the high of making love.
Sara stroked his slick back slowly as she turned her head and kissed his sweaty curls. She knew that if they every made love, it would be the most intense feeling. Being in love made it more intimate and special. Grissom took a shaky breath and kissed her shoulder. He pulled from her and fell onto his back beside her. Sara turned into his side and pulled the comforter over them. They snuggled together and welcomed the sleep that threatened to overtake them.
Highway, bordering California
The drive through the day and part of the night was exhausting. The information that was giving to him was making it easier for him to find them. He just hoped that by the time he got to the motel, that they weren't already gone.
Delayed inside information was of no use if his targets were two steps ahead of him. He needed to step on it and get ahead of them or at least get a step closer. Not only one target, but two. He had his work cut out for him and one of those targets is an ex soldier. He needed to be careful if he got too close.
The plan was to get the vulnerable to weaken the invulnerable. So far, that was harder than he'd expected.
Motel, earlier morning
It was still dark outside when Grissom woke. He turned his head to the sleeping body curled up next to him. His arm tightened around her naked body and pulled her closer. He turned onto his side and moulded his body against hers. Sara sighed contentedly and snuggled closer. She pushed her hand up his back and held him to her.
Listening to her breathing, he closed his eyes and tried to think about what they were going to do next and where to go. They couldn't go into Vegas. It was too dangerous. Sara was in danger and so was he, but she mattered more. He needed to get her somewhere, where no one could find her.
Just as a light flickered through the window, he had a thought. The best place to hide is right in full view. Sara moaned in her sleep and kissed his chest. Grissom smiled down at her and kissed her hair. The sound of an engine got his attention. He looked over at the window and a strange feeling landed in his gut. Pulling away from Sara, he found his clothes and pulled them on. He packed up Sara's bag and tossed the cold food into the trash. Sitting on the bed, he kissed Sara's forehead lightly.
She stirred and opened her eyes. "Hey." She smiled and turned to face him.
Grissom smiled and caressed her cheek. "Time to go." He whispered.
Sara nodded and stretched out. Grissom handed her the t-shirt from the night before and a pair of jeans. Sara pulled out clean underwear and got dressed. She turned when she tied her last shoelace to see Grissom looking out the window. She got up and wrapped her arms around him from behind. She kissed his neck and rest her cheek on his shoulder blade. "Where too?" She asked.
"Home." Grissom answered and turned his head slightly.
Looking up at him with surprised eyes, she smiled. "Really?"
He nodded. "Best place to hide, don't you think?" He turned and hugged her. "But not back to the lab. No contacting the others."
Sara sighed. "I know."
Grissom pulled her hair back and smiled. He kissed her lips soundly. "Let's go."
Motel, car park
He pulled up to the motel and looked around. It was quiet. A few cars in the car park, but none recognisable. He got out and questioned the owner. Getting the time they left, he climbed back into his car and drove down the highway at top speed.
A step closer is better that two behind.
Motel, late afternoon
Grissom sat down at the small table, he kicked off his shoes and opened the take away box. He took a tentative bite and looked up at the bathroom door. Sara was in the shower. They had talked and slept most the day. Just talk about what might happen and if the shooter followed them, then they would have to move again. Grissom had made a phone call to Freddie and told him where about they were, but not exactly. No one was trusted, not even the phone lines. The smart thing Grissom did when he left the safe house in San Francisco, was that he left his tracer behind. The shooter might have been tracing him and that's how Sara got shot.
They needed to get to Freddie, but that was becoming increasingly difficult with the shooter getting closer. Sara came out of the bathroom in just a large towel wrapped around her. She smiled at Grissom and sat down on the bed. He gave a shy smile and turned back to eating. Sara dried her hair with a small towel and brushed it. She stood and walked towards her bag. She pulled out a t-shirt and sweats. Grissom looked up at the sound of the zip and watched as she picked up the shirt. He closed the box and stood.
She spread the shirt on the dresser and pulled the small towel from her around her neck. She smiled at the feel of his hands on her shoulders. The small towel fell to the floor as he pulled her hair over her shoulders and pushed it aside. Her eyes closed as she felt his lips on the skin below her ear. His hands squeezed her shoulders as his mouth trailed along her neck to her collarbone.
Sara's hand held the large towel in place as her free hand found its way into his hair, holding his head to her. Grissom stepped forward, pressing his chest against her back. His hands pushed under her arms, around her body and up her stomach. He breathed in deeply as he made his way back to her ear. Sara sighed at the feel of his warm lips caressing her skin. She moaned lightly as his hand pushed under the towel and glided down her bare flesh. His other hand covered hers and intertwined their fingers, letting the towel fall.
Leaning her head back onto his shoulder, giving him better access to her long neck, she tightened her fingers around his and leaned her whole body against his. His hand brushed down her stomach and up to below her breasts. Sara moaned again as his teeth nibbled on her earlobe. Her eyes were closed as the teasing continued. She was enjoying this and she was certain he was as well.
His hand released her and his mouth pulled away from her. Sara's eyes fluttered open. Grissom turned her slowly. His hands on her waist skated over her skin. He looked into her eyes with passion. Her hands pushed up his arms as they moved backwards towards the bed. Sara unbuttoned his shirt, keeping eye contact. His shirt was open, her hands ran down his chest to his abdomen, to stop at his belt. She unfastened the buckle and pulled open his pants. His eyes closed as she pushed his pants down his legs. He pushed her onto the bed and shredded his remaining clothes before covering her body with his.
Her hands explored his chest and shoulders as he held himself up. Her eyes following her hands as they examined every area of his upper body. Grissom lowered his head and kissed her cheek. Sara smiled and cupped his face. She pulled his head closer and kissed him softly. His body pressed against hers. He moaned into her mouth as she wrapped her legs around his hips. His hands caressed her chest, breasts and back as she ground against him.
Sara broke the kiss and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Grissom laced kisses down her throat to her chest, sucking on her breasts. She writhed beneath him and gasped as he slid into her warmth. He groaned loudly at the intensity. He held himself still as he raised his head to see her reaction. She opened her eyes to find his looking down at her. He slowly slid almost completely out of her before sliding back in. Sara's eyes struggled to stay open as he repeated this. She met his slow thrusts and matched his moans and groans.
Grissom's heart was pounding against his ribcage and his body ached. Sara could tell he was holding on for her and could see the strain in his face. He buried his head in her neck as she panted into his ear. Her nails scraped down his back and pulled him closer as he arched at the sensations. Feeling the tension rush through their bodies, the thrusts became harder. Beating the rapid emotions coursing through them, their bodies met in hard, long thrusts. Gasps, pants, moans and groans were replaced with a scream from the pair as they stiffened and released everything they had been holding in. Grissom collapsed onto the heaving body beneath him with an equally heaving body. Breathing came in sputters as they came down from the high of making love.
Sara stroked his slick back slowly as she turned her head and kissed his sweaty curls. She knew that if they every made love, it would be the most intense feeling. Being in love made it more intimate and special. Grissom took a shaky breath and kissed her shoulder. He pulled from her and fell onto his back beside her. Sara turned into his side and pulled the comforter over them. They snuggled together and welcomed the sleep that threatened to overtake them.
Highway, bordering California
The drive through the day and part of the night was exhausting. The information that was giving to him was making it easier for him to find them. He just hoped that by the time he got to the motel, that they weren't already gone.
Delayed inside information was of no use if his targets were two steps ahead of him. He needed to step on it and get ahead of them or at least get a step closer. Not only one target, but two. He had his work cut out for him and one of those targets is an ex soldier. He needed to be careful if he got too close.
The plan was to get the vulnerable to weaken the invulnerable. So far, that was harder than he'd expected.
Motel, earlier morning
It was still dark outside when Grissom woke. He turned his head to the sleeping body curled up next to him. His arm tightened around her naked body and pulled her closer. He turned onto his side and moulded his body against hers. Sara sighed contentedly and snuggled closer. She pushed her hand up his back and held him to her.
Listening to her breathing, he closed his eyes and tried to think about what they were going to do next and where to go. They couldn't go into Vegas. It was too dangerous. Sara was in danger and so was he, but she mattered more. He needed to get her somewhere, where no one could find her.
Just as a light flickered through the window, he had a thought. The best place to hide is right in full view. Sara moaned in her sleep and kissed his chest. Grissom smiled down at her and kissed her hair. The sound of an engine got his attention. He looked over at the window and a strange feeling landed in his gut. Pulling away from Sara, he found his clothes and pulled them on. He packed up Sara's bag and tossed the cold food into the trash. Sitting on the bed, he kissed Sara's forehead lightly.
She stirred and opened her eyes. "Hey." She smiled and turned to face him.
Grissom smiled and caressed her cheek. "Time to go." He whispered.
Sara nodded and stretched out. Grissom handed her the t-shirt from the night before and a pair of jeans. Sara pulled out clean underwear and got dressed. She turned when she tied her last shoelace to see Grissom looking out the window. She got up and wrapped her arms around him from behind. She kissed his neck and rest her cheek on his shoulder blade. "Where too?" She asked.
"Home." Grissom answered and turned his head slightly.
Looking up at him with surprised eyes, she smiled. "Really?"
He nodded. "Best place to hide, don't you think?" He turned and hugged her. "But not back to the lab. No contacting the others."
Sara sighed. "I know."
Grissom pulled her hair back and smiled. He kissed her lips soundly. "Let's go."
Motel, car park
He pulled up to the motel and looked around. It was quiet. A few cars in the car park, but none recognisable. He got out and questioned the owner. Getting the time they left, he climbed back into his car and drove down the highway at top speed.
A step closer is better that two behind.