Chapter Four
Morning came and the sunlight beamed through the breaks in the curtains in his room. The window was open slightly, letting a warm breeze blow over the two bodies that clung together amongst a thin white sheet.
The door bell broke the peace that had settled and the occupants of the large bed were stirring at the disturbance.
The bell rung through the hallway to the man of the house.
Throwing the sheet back, he kissed the sleeping brunette as she fell back into sleep.
Walking through the living room with his pants on, he opened the door as he button his shirt and adjusted his glasses.
He furrowed his brows at the intruder and sighed. "Yes Catherine?"
Catherine smiled at the dishevelled look. "Nice night Gil?"
He frowned at her, but didn't move. "Can I help you?"
Catherine nodded. "Can I come in perhaps?"
Grissom shook his head slowly. "Sorry."
Catherine smiled and nodded. "Ok. Nice to see you finally found an interest other than bugs." She teased. "Right then. I was wondering if you could look this case over for me and help me out. I'm stuck."
Grissom took the file she held out to him and sighed. "Ok, I can't promise anything, but I'll look it over and talk to you tonight."
"All I ask." She turned and grinned. "Have fun." She threw over her shoulder as she continued down the path towards her car.
Raising a curious eyebrow, he closed the door and opened the file in his hands as he made his way to the kitchen.
Turning the coffee maker on, he read over the reports for Catherine's case. Scanning the few photo's of the evidence and crime scene. Pouring two coffee's, he carried them back to his room.
Sitting on the bed, he continued to read the file.
** ** ** **
Stretching slowly, she turned into the body next to her, only to notice the body was laying on the bed and not in the bed.
She opened her eyes and saw a brown file in his hands.
His glasses resting on his nose lightly.
His eyes fixed on the reports.
His mind was elsewhere.
She smiled at his intent concentration.
He looks gorgeous when fixated on something.
Thinking of something to distract him, she slowly ran her hand from his knee upwards.
Watching his eyes, she continued to pushed her hand over his thigh.
There it was.
The slight twitch of his jaw.
She grinned and lightly brushed against his growing arousal.
His eyes closed at the sensations.
His arms shaking as his concentration warped out of the room.
Her hand brushed him again, before moving up to his stomach.
With one hand, she began to unbutton his shirt.
Three buttons and her hand glided over the soft skin of his abdomen.
His head had fallen back against the headboard.
He dropped the closed file onto the floor.
She wrapped her fingers around the waistband of his pants and tugged his body down.
He slipped down the bed until he was lying on his back.
His left arm wrapped around her back and pulled her into his side.
She snuggled closely and kissed his chin.
Moving to his neck, she sucked on the flesh.
He moaned softly and turned his head to kiss her.
Their lips brushed lightly.
Her left hand brushed through his curls as she kissed him tenderly.
Nothing was rushed.
The feel of them in each other's arms was enough for them at this time.
Tired from the previous evening.
She broke the kiss and held him tightly.
She sighed contentedly and placed her hand over his heart.
Her body pressed against his side through the sheet as her head lay on his shoulder.
Closing her eyes, she soon fell back to sleep.
He removed his glasses and placed them on the nightstand.
He joined her in sleep after watching her for a little while.
His heart swelled with happiness.
She was tired.
She was tired and still teasing him.
He smiled at the thought and pulled her closer.
** ** ** **
The coffees went cold.
The morning turned into afternoon.
The light was still beaming through the window.
The bodies still curled around each other.
Sleep still housed them.
But again, a disturbance. The doorbell echoed through the rooms.
Grissom grumbled as he pulled away from the warm body.
He again button his shirt and adjusted his glasses as he slid them back on.
Opening the door, he sighed once again. "Yes Warrick?"
Warrick smiled. "I need your opinion on a case."
Grissom pursed his lips and closed his eyes briefly. "File." He held out his hand.
Warrick handed it to him and waited. "Can I come in?"
Grissom shook his head. "Sorry Warrick. I'll look this over and ring you later. Ok?"
Warrick nodded. "No, that's great. I got things to do anyway. Talk later."
Grissom watched as Warrick walked back towards his car.
"Do you normally have so many visitors?" A groggy voice asked from the hall.
Grissom closed the door. "No. I'm getting pissed off with the interruptions though."
"Come back to bed." She coaxed.
Grissom smiled and dropped the file on the coffee table.
"How you feeling?" He asked wrapping his arms around her.
She kissed his chin and laid her head on his chest. "Tired and stuffy."
"Let's get you back into bed." He grinned and helped her under the sheets.
"I'm thirsty." She whined as she snuggled against him.
Grissom reached out for the bottled water and handed it to her. "Maybe you should stay here tonight."
She drank the water and handed it back to him. "I don't want to be here alone."
"I know, but you're not well." His voice was soft as he kissed her hair and hugged her body close.
"I'm not." She protested with a cough.
Grissom chuckled and brushed her hair from her face. "Sara, Please. Just stay here and I'll come back at break."
"Promise." She asked on a whisper.
"I promise. Now sleep."
Morning came and the sunlight beamed through the breaks in the curtains in his room. The window was open slightly, letting a warm breeze blow over the two bodies that clung together amongst a thin white sheet.
The door bell broke the peace that had settled and the occupants of the large bed were stirring at the disturbance.
The bell rung through the hallway to the man of the house.
Throwing the sheet back, he kissed the sleeping brunette as she fell back into sleep.
Walking through the living room with his pants on, he opened the door as he button his shirt and adjusted his glasses.
He furrowed his brows at the intruder and sighed. "Yes Catherine?"
Catherine smiled at the dishevelled look. "Nice night Gil?"
He frowned at her, but didn't move. "Can I help you?"
Catherine nodded. "Can I come in perhaps?"
Grissom shook his head slowly. "Sorry."
Catherine smiled and nodded. "Ok. Nice to see you finally found an interest other than bugs." She teased. "Right then. I was wondering if you could look this case over for me and help me out. I'm stuck."
Grissom took the file she held out to him and sighed. "Ok, I can't promise anything, but I'll look it over and talk to you tonight."
"All I ask." She turned and grinned. "Have fun." She threw over her shoulder as she continued down the path towards her car.
Raising a curious eyebrow, he closed the door and opened the file in his hands as he made his way to the kitchen.
Turning the coffee maker on, he read over the reports for Catherine's case. Scanning the few photo's of the evidence and crime scene. Pouring two coffee's, he carried them back to his room.
Sitting on the bed, he continued to read the file.
** ** ** **
Stretching slowly, she turned into the body next to her, only to notice the body was laying on the bed and not in the bed.
She opened her eyes and saw a brown file in his hands.
His glasses resting on his nose lightly.
His eyes fixed on the reports.
His mind was elsewhere.
She smiled at his intent concentration.
He looks gorgeous when fixated on something.
Thinking of something to distract him, she slowly ran her hand from his knee upwards.
Watching his eyes, she continued to pushed her hand over his thigh.
There it was.
The slight twitch of his jaw.
She grinned and lightly brushed against his growing arousal.
His eyes closed at the sensations.
His arms shaking as his concentration warped out of the room.
Her hand brushed him again, before moving up to his stomach.
With one hand, she began to unbutton his shirt.
Three buttons and her hand glided over the soft skin of his abdomen.
His head had fallen back against the headboard.
He dropped the closed file onto the floor.
She wrapped her fingers around the waistband of his pants and tugged his body down.
He slipped down the bed until he was lying on his back.
His left arm wrapped around her back and pulled her into his side.
She snuggled closely and kissed his chin.
Moving to his neck, she sucked on the flesh.
He moaned softly and turned his head to kiss her.
Their lips brushed lightly.
Her left hand brushed through his curls as she kissed him tenderly.
Nothing was rushed.
The feel of them in each other's arms was enough for them at this time.
Tired from the previous evening.
She broke the kiss and held him tightly.
She sighed contentedly and placed her hand over his heart.
Her body pressed against his side through the sheet as her head lay on his shoulder.
Closing her eyes, she soon fell back to sleep.
He removed his glasses and placed them on the nightstand.
He joined her in sleep after watching her for a little while.
His heart swelled with happiness.
She was tired.
She was tired and still teasing him.
He smiled at the thought and pulled her closer.
** ** ** **
The coffees went cold.
The morning turned into afternoon.
The light was still beaming through the window.
The bodies still curled around each other.
Sleep still housed them.
But again, a disturbance. The doorbell echoed through the rooms.
Grissom grumbled as he pulled away from the warm body.
He again button his shirt and adjusted his glasses as he slid them back on.
Opening the door, he sighed once again. "Yes Warrick?"
Warrick smiled. "I need your opinion on a case."
Grissom pursed his lips and closed his eyes briefly. "File." He held out his hand.
Warrick handed it to him and waited. "Can I come in?"
Grissom shook his head. "Sorry Warrick. I'll look this over and ring you later. Ok?"
Warrick nodded. "No, that's great. I got things to do anyway. Talk later."
Grissom watched as Warrick walked back towards his car.
"Do you normally have so many visitors?" A groggy voice asked from the hall.
Grissom closed the door. "No. I'm getting pissed off with the interruptions though."
"Come back to bed." She coaxed.
Grissom smiled and dropped the file on the coffee table.
"How you feeling?" He asked wrapping his arms around her.
She kissed his chin and laid her head on his chest. "Tired and stuffy."
"Let's get you back into bed." He grinned and helped her under the sheets.
"I'm thirsty." She whined as she snuggled against him.
Grissom reached out for the bottled water and handed it to her. "Maybe you should stay here tonight."
She drank the water and handed it back to him. "I don't want to be here alone."
"I know, but you're not well." His voice was soft as he kissed her hair and hugged her body close.
"I'm not." She protested with a cough.
Grissom chuckled and brushed her hair from her face. "Sara, Please. Just stay here and I'll come back at break."
"Promise." She asked on a whisper.
"I promise. Now sleep."