Chapter 2
Sara stood outside the interrogation room and waited for Grissom and Catherine. The first person to leave was the suspect. The officer had him in cuffs as he was led past her, but Taker stopped and turned his head. Grissom and Catherine watched as Sara's face paled considerably. Taker stepped closer to Sara and said something that only she could hear. The officer tried to pull him away, but Sara pushed Taker back.
"Get him out of here." Sara ordered angrily and shakily.
Grissom was by her side in a matter of seconds. "Sara, what happened?"
She turned away from him and shook her head. "Just baiting me, nothing big." She started to hyperventilate. She didn't expect to hear those words Taker whispered evilly to her. She didn't feel too good. Her stomach started to hurt and her chest felt tight.
Catherine came around to her other side and took her arm. "Sara, you have to calm down. Take deep breaths ok."
"Sara? Catherine, what's happening?" Grissom asked panicked.
Sara leaned against the wall and slid down it. Grissom watched as Catherine pulled out her cell phone and called an ambulance. She turned to Grissom as she put her phone away. "Pick her up Gil, but be careful." She said softly. Grissom slid his arms under Sara gently and lifted her. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck before passing out. Grissom's face showed the classic signs of worry and fear.
What was happening?
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The ambulance arrived and took Sara to the hospital. Grissom drove in his car, while Catherine went with Sara. Arriving at the hospital, Grissom was very confused when a nurse led him up several floors of the hospital. After an hour of nothing, not even a word why he was standing in a waiting room, Catherine came through the door.
"She's ok." Catherine said seeing Grissom's concerned eyes.
"I don't understand Cath, what's going on? Why are we here at all. It was just a panic attack."
Catherine smiled sadly. "It wasn't quite, just a panic attack. It was more than that, a shock to the system. Sara wants to see you, but she's scared."
Grissom furrowed his brows. "Why would she be scared of me?"
"She's not, it's your reaction." Catherine said quizzically and waited for him to follow.
"Where are we anyway?" He asked looking around the hallways as Catherine took him to Sara.
She opened the door and pushed him in. "I'll be outside."
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Sara opened her eyes and turned her head at Catherine's voice. Hearing the door shut, she turned her head back and closed her eyes again.
"Sara." Grissom moved to sit in the chair beside her bed. He slowly took her hand in his. "Hey."
Sara looked at him and smiled. "Sorry to scare you."
He shook his head, dismissing the apology. "You're ok now though, right? No one's telling me what's going on."
She squeezed his hand and sighed. "I. I know you'll probably hate me when I tell you, but I need to. I was going to tell you, honestly, I was just scared."
Grissom moved to sit on the bed and leaned over her slightly. Bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles softly. Her ramblings stopped as she looked into his eyes. He watched as tears began to tumble down her pale cheeks. "Don't cry Sara. It's ok. You can tell me." He wiped the tears away with his other hand, but didn't remove it. His thumb brushed her cheekbone gently.
"Taker threatened me. or a suggested threat." At Grissom's eyes darkened sudden, she quickly added. "He told me that. Erm that." Sara paused and watched him carefully as she continued. "Uh. that she wouldn't, make it to her first birthday." More tears followed as she watched Grissom's reaction. He pulled away immediately. "Griss?"
Grissom stood and walked towards the window. He ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about her words. "I don't fully understand." That was an understatement, he was confused. If she was trying to tell him what he thought she was trying to tell him, he was definitely shocked to say the least.
"I know." She whispered.
He turned with a blank expression. "It was only one time Sara." He said out of no where. His voice soft and calm.
"It only takes one." She smiled sadly and looked up at the ceiling as she closed her eyes. Her heart sank as she whispered. "I'm sorry, I'll understand if you hate me for letting this happen..."
Grissom's head turned quickly. "Nooo." He said softly and sat back down. He took her hand in his again and squeezed it. "Don't be sorry Sara. There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm partly responsibly too. We both knew the risks.I don't hate you, I never could."
Sara locked eyes with him. "Then, your not mad at me?" She asked through pools of tears.
He smiled and shook his head. "No I'm not mad." He leaned down and kissed her cheek. His lips glistened from the tears. "I'm happy Sara, I really am." He assured seeing her questions.
Sara smiled tiredly and pulled him down. Grissom hugged her and kissed her cheek again. "I'm glad your ok with this, because." Before she could finish, Grissom interrupted.
"I know." He chuckled. "You've decided. I'll be here."
Sara turned her head and looked at him in shock. "Griss, you don't have to. I'm not trapping you. I don't want you to think that. I'm not asking you of anything. We said it was one time and that was it. It just happened. You said so yourself."
Grissom gazed into her brown eyes as she spoke quickly, he smiled and closed the short distance between them. "It's my choice Sara." He whispered against her lips. She smiled against his mouth and returned the light and tender kiss.
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Two days later, Sara pulled the covers up to her chin and sighed. The doctor gave her a clean bill of health. The baby was unaffected by the sudden shut down of her system, but she was to have little pressure on her body for everything to feel normal again.
She shivered slightly and moaned. Turning onto her side, she hugged the covers tighter. After a few minutes, she gave up and got dressed. Grabbing her keys, she drove to work. As she walked through reception, Jody the receptionist told her that Warrick, Nick and Catherine were all out, but Grissom was in his office. Sara smiled her thanks and made her way down the corridor.
Grissom looked up as his door opened. He gave the intruder a stern look. "You should be resting Sara."
"I know. I was cold and uncomfortable. I couldn't get settled." She sat down on the couch and smiled.
Grissom watched her for a few minutes in silence. He put his pen down and moved to sit beside her. "Come here." He pulled her to him and held her close. Sara wrapped her arms around his waist and absorbed as much of his body heat as she could. His hands rubbed her back soothingly. "Better?"
Sara squeezed him tighter. "Yeah." She mumbled and smiled wider as she felt him kiss her hair.
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They spent the best part of an hour just holding each other. Grissom's paperwork long forgotten. The outside world was faded into the distance while they enjoyed being able to have time to themselves.
Over a month ago there had been a tough case in which Grissom had no choice but to ask Sara. Although he had been ignoring and avoiding her for months before hand, he needed some help and the others were working their own cases. So that left Sara. An elderly lady was mugged, but not before they beat the crap out of her for sheer enjoyment and put her in a coma. Sara was left rattled and left in a bad mood after Grissom told her that the mugger was a juvenile and gave her the 'it's the system speech' once again, but with even less emotion. She went home after kicking a dent in Grissom's car door.
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After Sara tornadoes through the car park, via Grissom's Tahoe.
Grissom gaped as he stood in front of his car door. His briefcase in one hand and a overloading pile of files in the other. Stepping back to see the dent in a larger context, he looked around the car park and stared at the empty space on the other side of the lot.
SARA
He put the files and briefcase in the back and climbed in. He was angry now. He put the car into drive and followed the invisible war path of Sara Sidle.
He parked outside her apartment and walked up the path to her door. All the time trying to calm himself. His hands clenched and unclenched in fists at his sides. Rapping on the door with more force than intended, he stepped back when he heard the locks and chains being unlocked and watched as the door opened.
Sara appeared, still in her work clothes. A white and green flowery blouse and her dark black jeans. He stood there and waited for her to shout at him, but realised she looked exhausted as he was. He completely forgot about his car door.
She couldn't be bothered to fight with him at that moment. She was too tired and her foot hurt. She turned from him and headed to the kitchen island that separated the kitchen and living room. Grissom followed her and noticed see was limping.
He finally spoke and this time he had a little amusement in his tone. "I hope you enjoyed beating the crap out of my door Sara." She smirked as she sat down. "You hurt yourself obviously."
"No." She replied and reached for her coffee.
Grissom snorted and sat down beside her. "Liar." He chuckled.
Sara cast a side way glance at him sighed. "At least your actually happy about something." She watched as his smile faded. She dropped her head and rubbed her face. "Nice to see that seeing me in pain brings a smile to your face. Shame I missed it all those other times." The coldness in her tone was evident.
"Sara." He stopped short and looked down at his hands.
She waited, but after 5 minutes of silence she sat up and tried to stand. "Just go before something else gets pummelled." She warned and stumbled as her sore foot gave way. She would have fallen if Grissom didn't grabbed her waist and pulled her to him.
Looking over her shoulder at him, she could make out all the lines and colours in his eyes. His blues registered shock at what he did. He could have just grabbed her arm to steady her, but nope. he grabbed her waist and pulled her back to his chest. He could see the confusion in her eyes as he stared back.
After a few minutes past, Grissom's eyes fell to the only thing that seemed to move suddenly. Her tongue peeked out and wet her lips nervously. He watched the action and could feel his heart pound against his chest. Sara noticed his eyes drop and intently stared back at him as he seemed to get closer. He stopped a few times before actually touching her lips with his. Sara's eyes closed at the warmth and softness of his lips on hers. Her mouth opened to him and deepened the kiss. Grissom moaned softly and turned her to him. His hands wound around her waist and pulled her body against his as he moved to stand. She could feel his body pressing into hers with force she comprehended as want.
How could he suddenly be kissing her with such passion after he'd ignored and avoided her for the most part of a year? How could he go from being so cold and hurtful to so passionate and warm?
Sara chose not to answer those questions or ask them. She was more interested in the present and what he was doing with his hands. They were everywhere. Grissom pushed her against the kitchen island and devoured her lips again and again. He couldn't seem to get enough.
Suddenly he felt her hands on his chest as she pushed him away slowly. His eyes focused on hers and read the same passion reflected. Sara started to push him backwards, across the room. Grissom never took his eyes of her or turned to see where he was going. Afraid she'd disappear or suddenly say 'stop'. Sara's eyes were doing the same as they reached her bedroom doorway. Grissom took the chance and glance behind him. He smiled for the first time in months as he turned back to her.
Grissom drew her closer to him as he scooped her into his arms and delivered her softly to the bed. Sara didn't move once he was laying over her. Their eyes met and were asking silent question's, which were answered as Grissom lowered his head to kiss a path from her neck to her lips and back. This was repeated on the other side as Sara ran her hands over his back and down his sides. They took their time to explore each other and revelled in the opportunity to get so close.
They were alone for once. No lab, no CSI's, no police, no dead bodies, just the two of them and a passion that had been laying dormant for so long, made their hands tremble in anticipation.
Skin on skin, mouths on mouths, tongues, hands, fingers and plenty of time to do anything they wanted for so long.
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Sara stood outside the interrogation room and waited for Grissom and Catherine. The first person to leave was the suspect. The officer had him in cuffs as he was led past her, but Taker stopped and turned his head. Grissom and Catherine watched as Sara's face paled considerably. Taker stepped closer to Sara and said something that only she could hear. The officer tried to pull him away, but Sara pushed Taker back.
"Get him out of here." Sara ordered angrily and shakily.
Grissom was by her side in a matter of seconds. "Sara, what happened?"
She turned away from him and shook her head. "Just baiting me, nothing big." She started to hyperventilate. She didn't expect to hear those words Taker whispered evilly to her. She didn't feel too good. Her stomach started to hurt and her chest felt tight.
Catherine came around to her other side and took her arm. "Sara, you have to calm down. Take deep breaths ok."
"Sara? Catherine, what's happening?" Grissom asked panicked.
Sara leaned against the wall and slid down it. Grissom watched as Catherine pulled out her cell phone and called an ambulance. She turned to Grissom as she put her phone away. "Pick her up Gil, but be careful." She said softly. Grissom slid his arms under Sara gently and lifted her. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck before passing out. Grissom's face showed the classic signs of worry and fear.
What was happening?
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The ambulance arrived and took Sara to the hospital. Grissom drove in his car, while Catherine went with Sara. Arriving at the hospital, Grissom was very confused when a nurse led him up several floors of the hospital. After an hour of nothing, not even a word why he was standing in a waiting room, Catherine came through the door.
"She's ok." Catherine said seeing Grissom's concerned eyes.
"I don't understand Cath, what's going on? Why are we here at all. It was just a panic attack."
Catherine smiled sadly. "It wasn't quite, just a panic attack. It was more than that, a shock to the system. Sara wants to see you, but she's scared."
Grissom furrowed his brows. "Why would she be scared of me?"
"She's not, it's your reaction." Catherine said quizzically and waited for him to follow.
"Where are we anyway?" He asked looking around the hallways as Catherine took him to Sara.
She opened the door and pushed him in. "I'll be outside."
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Sara opened her eyes and turned her head at Catherine's voice. Hearing the door shut, she turned her head back and closed her eyes again.
"Sara." Grissom moved to sit in the chair beside her bed. He slowly took her hand in his. "Hey."
Sara looked at him and smiled. "Sorry to scare you."
He shook his head, dismissing the apology. "You're ok now though, right? No one's telling me what's going on."
She squeezed his hand and sighed. "I. I know you'll probably hate me when I tell you, but I need to. I was going to tell you, honestly, I was just scared."
Grissom moved to sit on the bed and leaned over her slightly. Bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her knuckles softly. Her ramblings stopped as she looked into his eyes. He watched as tears began to tumble down her pale cheeks. "Don't cry Sara. It's ok. You can tell me." He wiped the tears away with his other hand, but didn't remove it. His thumb brushed her cheekbone gently.
"Taker threatened me. or a suggested threat." At Grissom's eyes darkened sudden, she quickly added. "He told me that. Erm that." Sara paused and watched him carefully as she continued. "Uh. that she wouldn't, make it to her first birthday." More tears followed as she watched Grissom's reaction. He pulled away immediately. "Griss?"
Grissom stood and walked towards the window. He ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about her words. "I don't fully understand." That was an understatement, he was confused. If she was trying to tell him what he thought she was trying to tell him, he was definitely shocked to say the least.
"I know." She whispered.
He turned with a blank expression. "It was only one time Sara." He said out of no where. His voice soft and calm.
"It only takes one." She smiled sadly and looked up at the ceiling as she closed her eyes. Her heart sank as she whispered. "I'm sorry, I'll understand if you hate me for letting this happen..."
Grissom's head turned quickly. "Nooo." He said softly and sat back down. He took her hand in his again and squeezed it. "Don't be sorry Sara. There's nothing to be sorry about. I'm partly responsibly too. We both knew the risks.I don't hate you, I never could."
Sara locked eyes with him. "Then, your not mad at me?" She asked through pools of tears.
He smiled and shook his head. "No I'm not mad." He leaned down and kissed her cheek. His lips glistened from the tears. "I'm happy Sara, I really am." He assured seeing her questions.
Sara smiled tiredly and pulled him down. Grissom hugged her and kissed her cheek again. "I'm glad your ok with this, because." Before she could finish, Grissom interrupted.
"I know." He chuckled. "You've decided. I'll be here."
Sara turned her head and looked at him in shock. "Griss, you don't have to. I'm not trapping you. I don't want you to think that. I'm not asking you of anything. We said it was one time and that was it. It just happened. You said so yourself."
Grissom gazed into her brown eyes as she spoke quickly, he smiled and closed the short distance between them. "It's my choice Sara." He whispered against her lips. She smiled against his mouth and returned the light and tender kiss.
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Two days later, Sara pulled the covers up to her chin and sighed. The doctor gave her a clean bill of health. The baby was unaffected by the sudden shut down of her system, but she was to have little pressure on her body for everything to feel normal again.
She shivered slightly and moaned. Turning onto her side, she hugged the covers tighter. After a few minutes, she gave up and got dressed. Grabbing her keys, she drove to work. As she walked through reception, Jody the receptionist told her that Warrick, Nick and Catherine were all out, but Grissom was in his office. Sara smiled her thanks and made her way down the corridor.
Grissom looked up as his door opened. He gave the intruder a stern look. "You should be resting Sara."
"I know. I was cold and uncomfortable. I couldn't get settled." She sat down on the couch and smiled.
Grissom watched her for a few minutes in silence. He put his pen down and moved to sit beside her. "Come here." He pulled her to him and held her close. Sara wrapped her arms around his waist and absorbed as much of his body heat as she could. His hands rubbed her back soothingly. "Better?"
Sara squeezed him tighter. "Yeah." She mumbled and smiled wider as she felt him kiss her hair.
^*^*^
They spent the best part of an hour just holding each other. Grissom's paperwork long forgotten. The outside world was faded into the distance while they enjoyed being able to have time to themselves.
Over a month ago there had been a tough case in which Grissom had no choice but to ask Sara. Although he had been ignoring and avoiding her for months before hand, he needed some help and the others were working their own cases. So that left Sara. An elderly lady was mugged, but not before they beat the crap out of her for sheer enjoyment and put her in a coma. Sara was left rattled and left in a bad mood after Grissom told her that the mugger was a juvenile and gave her the 'it's the system speech' once again, but with even less emotion. She went home after kicking a dent in Grissom's car door.
^*^*^
After Sara tornadoes through the car park, via Grissom's Tahoe.
Grissom gaped as he stood in front of his car door. His briefcase in one hand and a overloading pile of files in the other. Stepping back to see the dent in a larger context, he looked around the car park and stared at the empty space on the other side of the lot.
SARA
He put the files and briefcase in the back and climbed in. He was angry now. He put the car into drive and followed the invisible war path of Sara Sidle.
He parked outside her apartment and walked up the path to her door. All the time trying to calm himself. His hands clenched and unclenched in fists at his sides. Rapping on the door with more force than intended, he stepped back when he heard the locks and chains being unlocked and watched as the door opened.
Sara appeared, still in her work clothes. A white and green flowery blouse and her dark black jeans. He stood there and waited for her to shout at him, but realised she looked exhausted as he was. He completely forgot about his car door.
She couldn't be bothered to fight with him at that moment. She was too tired and her foot hurt. She turned from him and headed to the kitchen island that separated the kitchen and living room. Grissom followed her and noticed see was limping.
He finally spoke and this time he had a little amusement in his tone. "I hope you enjoyed beating the crap out of my door Sara." She smirked as she sat down. "You hurt yourself obviously."
"No." She replied and reached for her coffee.
Grissom snorted and sat down beside her. "Liar." He chuckled.
Sara cast a side way glance at him sighed. "At least your actually happy about something." She watched as his smile faded. She dropped her head and rubbed her face. "Nice to see that seeing me in pain brings a smile to your face. Shame I missed it all those other times." The coldness in her tone was evident.
"Sara." He stopped short and looked down at his hands.
She waited, but after 5 minutes of silence she sat up and tried to stand. "Just go before something else gets pummelled." She warned and stumbled as her sore foot gave way. She would have fallen if Grissom didn't grabbed her waist and pulled her to him.
Looking over her shoulder at him, she could make out all the lines and colours in his eyes. His blues registered shock at what he did. He could have just grabbed her arm to steady her, but nope. he grabbed her waist and pulled her back to his chest. He could see the confusion in her eyes as he stared back.
After a few minutes past, Grissom's eyes fell to the only thing that seemed to move suddenly. Her tongue peeked out and wet her lips nervously. He watched the action and could feel his heart pound against his chest. Sara noticed his eyes drop and intently stared back at him as he seemed to get closer. He stopped a few times before actually touching her lips with his. Sara's eyes closed at the warmth and softness of his lips on hers. Her mouth opened to him and deepened the kiss. Grissom moaned softly and turned her to him. His hands wound around her waist and pulled her body against his as he moved to stand. She could feel his body pressing into hers with force she comprehended as want.
How could he suddenly be kissing her with such passion after he'd ignored and avoided her for the most part of a year? How could he go from being so cold and hurtful to so passionate and warm?
Sara chose not to answer those questions or ask them. She was more interested in the present and what he was doing with his hands. They were everywhere. Grissom pushed her against the kitchen island and devoured her lips again and again. He couldn't seem to get enough.
Suddenly he felt her hands on his chest as she pushed him away slowly. His eyes focused on hers and read the same passion reflected. Sara started to push him backwards, across the room. Grissom never took his eyes of her or turned to see where he was going. Afraid she'd disappear or suddenly say 'stop'. Sara's eyes were doing the same as they reached her bedroom doorway. Grissom took the chance and glance behind him. He smiled for the first time in months as he turned back to her.
Grissom drew her closer to him as he scooped her into his arms and delivered her softly to the bed. Sara didn't move once he was laying over her. Their eyes met and were asking silent question's, which were answered as Grissom lowered his head to kiss a path from her neck to her lips and back. This was repeated on the other side as Sara ran her hands over his back and down his sides. They took their time to explore each other and revelled in the opportunity to get so close.
They were alone for once. No lab, no CSI's, no police, no dead bodies, just the two of them and a passion that had been laying dormant for so long, made their hands tremble in anticipation.
Skin on skin, mouths on mouths, tongues, hands, fingers and plenty of time to do anything they wanted for so long.
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