Chapter 14
Las Vegas, Motel continued
Grissom grinned up at her and shrugged. "What can I say?"
Sara looked down at him and smiled. She lowered herself on him and stretched against his entire body. Linking her fingers behind his neck, she kissed his lips lightly. "It's good to know we can still laugh." She murmured.
He held her tightly and kissed her back. "Considering the danger we're in." He reminded.
"I know Gil." She said seriously.
He rubbed her back and stared up into her brown eyes. "I know you know."
She smiled and laid her head on his chest. His chin rest on her head as they hugged each other in the quiet and warm room. Savouring the time they have to be alone and no bullets are firing over their heads.
Vegas, somewhere
Sitting in his car, he closed his cell phone and smiled to himself. Nothing like an informant. Too close to home I think. Too many people to see you and too many places to hide. Now he knows where about they are, the place is still not known.
In Vegas, but where about? If I were him, where would I hide from a person like me? Hmmm, somewhere in plain sight, but not seen by others.
Pulling out of the car park, he headed towards the busy, but less crowded areas of Las Vegas, the outskirts.
Diner, opposite motel
Eating her toast, Sara watched as Grissom looked out the window and scanned the people walking by. He was always keeping an eye out and she guessed that's why they hadn't seen the shooter in over a week.
Picking up his coffee, he looked over the rim of his glasses and smirked. "What?" He asked, placing his cup back on the table.
Sara shook her head and took another bite from her toast. Their cups were refilled and Grissom finally reached over and took a piece of toast and ate it. Sara smiled at him and drank her coffee.
After eating, Grissom paid and they headed for their room. Sara looped her arm through his and leaned a little on him. Grissom wrapped one arm around her waist and rest his hand on her hip. His thumb hooked into her jeans pocket as they crossed the road. Sara's hand tucked in his back pocket, covered by his jacket. They looked like a normal couple as they walked back to the motel, but what they didn't notice, was the man in a grey suit, watching them from his car on the corner.
Grissom unlocked their room and let Sara in first. He looked behind him and check no one was about, not seeing anyone, he entered the room and locked it after him.
Motel, room
Sara sat up against the headrest and closed her eyes. She was board, but wasn't going to let on to Grissom. She needed to wait and be patient. They could leave at any moment if he felt the shooter was near by. It was becoming a tense environment. He hadn't seen anything or heard from his contact. They were supposed to meet tonight, but Grissom was worried. He never let it show, but she could tell.
"Gil, c'mere." She said quietly and held out her hand.
Grissom turned from the window and looked at her for a few seconds, before taking her hand and sitting beside her. "Something wrong?" He asked.
Sara smiled and shook her head. She looked at him and drew him closer. He moved to lay down next to her, resting his head on her chest. "I know you're worried."
He stayed quiet and breathed in deeply. Savouring her smell and her warmth. The phone rang, breaking the spell that had settled. Reaching for it slowly, Grissom pulled it to his ear, still staying where he was.
"Hello?"
A second of silence, a beat of a heart and a breath of air past before anything was heard. "Craig Peters will meet you in the park tonight at 11pm- "
Grissom sat up and shook his head, although the caller couldn't see him. "No, it's too open."
The caller sighed. "Fine, Museum."
"11pm." Grissom hung up and turned to Sara. She was laying down with her eyes closed. "Craig Peters is meeting us." He informed and turned onto his side to see her better. His head was resting on his hand as he held himself up on his elbow.
Sara opened her eyes and covered his hand that was playing with the hem of her jeans. She nodded and squeezed his hand. "Will it be over tonight?" She asked, preying it would be.
Closing his eyes, he lowered his head and shook it. "I'm not sure, maybe." He looked up. "I want it to be over as much as you Sara, I really do."
She reached up and covered his lips with her hand. "As long as we're together. I'll wait." She promised.
Grissom smiled lovingly at her and kissed her hand. "I'm hungry." He said quietly.
Sara narrowed her eyes at him. "You just had breakfast." She pointed out.
Nodding in agreement, he pushed himself up onto his knees and moved over her. "True, but I'm hungry for something else." He seductively whispered.
Watching him closely, she moved her legs to either side of his hips as he crawled up the bed to hover directly over her. His arms held him above her. "You know, I never thought you'd be this turned on if we ever got together. It's almost." She grinned and shrugged. "Sexy."
He chuckled. "Almost?"
"Yeah." She mumbled against his chin as he kissed her nose. "Almost incredibly sexy." She reiterated and giggled.
"Mmm." He moaned and laced kisses over every inch of her face. Sara lay there with her fingers lightly dancing along his jacket clad back. She pushed underneath his jacket and splayed her hands over his shirt, feeling the muscles move with every movement he made.
The sound of a car skidding to a stop caught Grissom's attention and he looked up at the door. Sara's hands stilled and looked up at him. She watched as he stared at the door, then the window. She could feel his heart rate increase, but not the passionate sort.
A sudden knock on a door made them both jump. Grissom listened carefully to the people speaking outside and recognised the voice, he looked down at Sara and stared at her. She did the same and waited for him to make a move, any move.
"We need to go." He whispered.
Sara nodded and sat up as he did. He grabbed the sports bag and pushed the curtain slightly to see outside. Sara pulled on her coat and waited by the door. Grissom checked his watch. It was only 9am. They had hours to wait. If they stayed, then there was at risk of being cornered. Turning his head, he noticed Sara watching him. He smiled reassuringly and held out his hand. She took it and followed him out the room.
Las Vegas, Motel continued
Grissom grinned up at her and shrugged. "What can I say?"
Sara looked down at him and smiled. She lowered herself on him and stretched against his entire body. Linking her fingers behind his neck, she kissed his lips lightly. "It's good to know we can still laugh." She murmured.
He held her tightly and kissed her back. "Considering the danger we're in." He reminded.
"I know Gil." She said seriously.
He rubbed her back and stared up into her brown eyes. "I know you know."
She smiled and laid her head on his chest. His chin rest on her head as they hugged each other in the quiet and warm room. Savouring the time they have to be alone and no bullets are firing over their heads.
Vegas, somewhere
Sitting in his car, he closed his cell phone and smiled to himself. Nothing like an informant. Too close to home I think. Too many people to see you and too many places to hide. Now he knows where about they are, the place is still not known.
In Vegas, but where about? If I were him, where would I hide from a person like me? Hmmm, somewhere in plain sight, but not seen by others.
Pulling out of the car park, he headed towards the busy, but less crowded areas of Las Vegas, the outskirts.
Diner, opposite motel
Eating her toast, Sara watched as Grissom looked out the window and scanned the people walking by. He was always keeping an eye out and she guessed that's why they hadn't seen the shooter in over a week.
Picking up his coffee, he looked over the rim of his glasses and smirked. "What?" He asked, placing his cup back on the table.
Sara shook her head and took another bite from her toast. Their cups were refilled and Grissom finally reached over and took a piece of toast and ate it. Sara smiled at him and drank her coffee.
After eating, Grissom paid and they headed for their room. Sara looped her arm through his and leaned a little on him. Grissom wrapped one arm around her waist and rest his hand on her hip. His thumb hooked into her jeans pocket as they crossed the road. Sara's hand tucked in his back pocket, covered by his jacket. They looked like a normal couple as they walked back to the motel, but what they didn't notice, was the man in a grey suit, watching them from his car on the corner.
Grissom unlocked their room and let Sara in first. He looked behind him and check no one was about, not seeing anyone, he entered the room and locked it after him.
Motel, room
Sara sat up against the headrest and closed her eyes. She was board, but wasn't going to let on to Grissom. She needed to wait and be patient. They could leave at any moment if he felt the shooter was near by. It was becoming a tense environment. He hadn't seen anything or heard from his contact. They were supposed to meet tonight, but Grissom was worried. He never let it show, but she could tell.
"Gil, c'mere." She said quietly and held out her hand.
Grissom turned from the window and looked at her for a few seconds, before taking her hand and sitting beside her. "Something wrong?" He asked.
Sara smiled and shook her head. She looked at him and drew him closer. He moved to lay down next to her, resting his head on her chest. "I know you're worried."
He stayed quiet and breathed in deeply. Savouring her smell and her warmth. The phone rang, breaking the spell that had settled. Reaching for it slowly, Grissom pulled it to his ear, still staying where he was.
"Hello?"
A second of silence, a beat of a heart and a breath of air past before anything was heard. "Craig Peters will meet you in the park tonight at 11pm- "
Grissom sat up and shook his head, although the caller couldn't see him. "No, it's too open."
The caller sighed. "Fine, Museum."
"11pm." Grissom hung up and turned to Sara. She was laying down with her eyes closed. "Craig Peters is meeting us." He informed and turned onto his side to see her better. His head was resting on his hand as he held himself up on his elbow.
Sara opened her eyes and covered his hand that was playing with the hem of her jeans. She nodded and squeezed his hand. "Will it be over tonight?" She asked, preying it would be.
Closing his eyes, he lowered his head and shook it. "I'm not sure, maybe." He looked up. "I want it to be over as much as you Sara, I really do."
She reached up and covered his lips with her hand. "As long as we're together. I'll wait." She promised.
Grissom smiled lovingly at her and kissed her hand. "I'm hungry." He said quietly.
Sara narrowed her eyes at him. "You just had breakfast." She pointed out.
Nodding in agreement, he pushed himself up onto his knees and moved over her. "True, but I'm hungry for something else." He seductively whispered.
Watching him closely, she moved her legs to either side of his hips as he crawled up the bed to hover directly over her. His arms held him above her. "You know, I never thought you'd be this turned on if we ever got together. It's almost." She grinned and shrugged. "Sexy."
He chuckled. "Almost?"
"Yeah." She mumbled against his chin as he kissed her nose. "Almost incredibly sexy." She reiterated and giggled.
"Mmm." He moaned and laced kisses over every inch of her face. Sara lay there with her fingers lightly dancing along his jacket clad back. She pushed underneath his jacket and splayed her hands over his shirt, feeling the muscles move with every movement he made.
The sound of a car skidding to a stop caught Grissom's attention and he looked up at the door. Sara's hands stilled and looked up at him. She watched as he stared at the door, then the window. She could feel his heart rate increase, but not the passionate sort.
A sudden knock on a door made them both jump. Grissom listened carefully to the people speaking outside and recognised the voice, he looked down at Sara and stared at her. She did the same and waited for him to make a move, any move.
"We need to go." He whispered.
Sara nodded and sat up as he did. He grabbed the sports bag and pushed the curtain slightly to see outside. Sara pulled on her coat and waited by the door. Grissom checked his watch. It was only 9am. They had hours to wait. If they stayed, then there was at risk of being cornered. Turning his head, he noticed Sara watching him. He smiled reassuringly and held out his hand. She took it and followed him out the room.