Part 8

THE FORGOTTEN CD. by Sadie

Disclaimer: Not mine, but it's nice to dream.

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Maybe the Quiche Can Wait

3:00 pm

Sara smiled at the handsome man sleeping peacefully beside her. She kept thinking about the surprising series of events that had led to her position. Reaching a hand up to run her fingers lightly down his face, she reveled in the soft skin and rough texture of his five o'clock shadow. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she nuzzled up beside him and settled into sleep.

8:00 am same day.

They came into her apartment carrying a few shopping bags and laughing lightly about the conversation they were having.

"I still say there's something wrong with racing those things." Sara's nose crinkled in disgust at the thought.

Grissom just sighed, "It's no different than any other kind of racing, just a smaller vessel and track."

"Grissom, they're bugs! Were not talking about cars, or horses, or even mice. We are talking about shiny black bugs with brains the size of a pinhead!" She couldn't help but crack a huge smile and let out a small laugh as she finished her sentence.

"It's just comes natural for any living creature Sara, fight or flight response, besides they're very smart as far as bugs go."

"Ok, Griss, you win. If I'm going to be preparing and eating food I need to get this conversation outta my head ASAP."

They worked in a comfortable silence setting up the necessary tools they would need to complete the task at hand. When everything looked in order he said, "Let the games begin."

It seemed like such an innocent thing to say at the time, but would prove to be the theme of the morning.

He checked over the recipe she'd been using against the one he usually used and found a discrepancy that was probably the cause of her failures. They continued to measure out and mix in items until they had a decent looking broccoli, spinach, and tomato quiche. "Thirty-five minutes at three twenty- five and we've got breakfast." Sara smiled as she wiped some flour off her shirt.

"You know, Ms. Sidle, you're a bit messy in the kitchen," he waved his hand past the disaster she'd created in her wake, "I on the other hand cleaned up as I went along." He was turning back to face her when the flour hit him square in the face.

Sara's laugh started out stifled with a hand across her mouth, but after seeing the flour puff from his exasperated breathe she just couldn't hold back.

She didn't notice what he'd picked up while she was doubled over herself until it ran coldly down her back. "Ahhhh," the bottle of water he'd been sipping was still icy cold against her warm skin. "That's it, you're dead."

As Sara picked up her own water with one hand she grabbed another fistful of flour. Before she could get to him he'd grabbed hold of her arm and spun her to face the counter, trapping her between his body and the surface he whispered, "You'll have to catch me first."

He swiftly poured the rest of his water down her back before fleeing the kitchen in search of somewhere to take cover.

Catching her breath she silently swore that she'd get him for this. He'd be expecting her to run right out though without ample time to plan her next move. He was sadly mistaken. 'What can I use to get him,' she thought for a moment searching her kitchen with her eyes. 'Water is too easy, this has to be good, hmm.' When her eyes reached the far corner of the counter the edges of her mouth went up and she thought, 'yeahh, that'll do.'

'It's too quiet', he thought as he secured his position behind her closet door. It was a risky position, but it was in her hallway and he hoped she'd walk right past it in her search for him. Now as he waited in this dark enclosed space he wasn't so sure about his choice.

Her eyes scanned the living room as she passed the breakfast counter. It had been seven minutes since he'd run out of the kitchen. 'He might think he's good, but I'm better. Here kitty kitty.' She slithered down the hallway and had almost reached the closet when she'd noticed the tiniest bit of flour on the handle. Eyes wide, weapon in hand, she reached for the knob and thought, 'I gotcha now Grissom.'

The sound of something sliding down the wall gave her away. All he wanted was for her to pass him before he could take her by surprise. The sound stopped. 'Shit, she knows.' He thought for a moment then quietly shuffled back into the clothing hiding himself from her if she happened to open the door. Griss took a deep breath and waited for the door to open.

She thought she heard a faint noise. 'Is he waiting for me to open the door? He must have heard me moving against the wall.' A quick plan was formed and she began moving past the door, all the while making sure he'd notice the movement. 'As soon as I'm past that door I'll turn and wait for him. Face it Griss, you taught me well.'

Sara moved past the door, Grissom decided to make his move. The door flew opened and out leapt an enthusiastic Grissom only to be met in the face with a sticky, slimy clump of nastiness. She jumped towards him and dropped him to the ground landing atop of him effectively pinning him down so she could smear the offense glob all over his face and chest. The fighting man beneath her gave up and laughed so hard there were tears in his eyes (not that you could see them through the mess she'd made of him). When she realized he was laughing she couldn't help but join in.

After a good five minutes of hysterical laughter she finally looked down at him and said, "You are a mess! I think you're gonna need a shower."

He looked back at her and replied, "I think you're right." With that he flipped her over and began to try to rub his face all over her making her almost as messy as he was. Looking down on her with his lips hovering dangerously close to hers he said, "Now so do you Ms. Sidle."

Sara looked up into his eyes and at that moment she decided it was time to end the games. Grabbing the back of his head lightly she pulled his face down to meet her for a chaste kiss. They only separated a second before he kissed her again, with more passion and urgency than before. They lay there kissing and rubbing their hands along each other's bodies until they could no longer breath.

Pulling apart to catch their breath Grissom looked into her eyes and gasped, "I should have come by for breakfast a long time ago."

Sara smiled and said, "I guess I should have thrown flour at you years ago, maybe you'd have chased me down sooner."

Eventually they had made their way into the shower, together. Maybe not the best way to get clean considering they weren't quite as focused on hygiene as they were on other activities. They had eventually progressed into the bedroom and continued their activity until they fell into an exhausted heap on top of one another.

Grissom pulled Sara in for a soft sensual kiss and looked into her eyes, "Thank you for having me over for breakfast."

"Gil, we never had breakfast." A look of horror passed between them before Sara jumped out of bed and ran from the room.

He wasn't sure what had happened until Sara came back into the room with the burnt and smoking remnants of what should have been the perfect quiche. One hand held her nose as she said, "well, so much for food."

He wrinkled his nose as the offending odor as she left for the kitchen again.

Sara returned with two glasses of juice and handed one to him while drinking hers down quickly. Returning to the bed she pulled the covers up and settled back down against him.

He sipped his juice and set the glass on the nightstand. Turning to face her he smiled, "Well, would you settle for a nice dinner instead?"

Huge smile, "Only if you promise we can try the recipe again tomorrow."

Smiling back at her, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

END

Sorry if it got too fluffy, I'm just tired of angst right this moment. Hope you liked it. I know there are some grammar issues, but I'm working on it. Feel free to offer pointers, "Every case teaches me something about the next one."