Part Two

Grissom walked back down the corridor and stuck his head into Sara's office. She was still sleeping. Checking around him, he closed the door behind him and moved to kneel on the floor. Sara had moved to a lying position and was now wrapped in the blanket. Grissom leaned against the edge and gently brushed his fingers over her cheek to push some hair behind her ear.

Sara moaned lightly and smiled. "I see you took my grandson."

He chuckled at her tired words. "I thought it best when I found you sleeping. He's gone home with Jordan." Sara nodded and attempted to open her eyes. "You should go home."

"No." She protested, turning to bury her head against his chest.

Sighing, he bent over her and kissed her temple. "Sara, you're tired and this is the longest you've slept in three days."

"I know." She grumbled. "It's just this case."

Grissom nodded and helped her up as she pulled the blanket off. "I have something that will lighten up your mood."

Eyeing him curiously, she smiled. "And that would be?"

Chuckling softly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her nose. "A body was just found in the desert."

Sara gasped and tried to pull away, but he held her. "Grissom!" She whined. "Was it buried?"

"Yes and you can wait. You're not going until you've eaten." She growled at him angrily and stopped pushing against his arms. He shook his head and sighed. "I've known you for nearly twenty years Sara and I know that you won't eat until the case is closed."

"I ate with Cath."

Grissom smiled gently. "And she said you pushed it around your plate."

"Damnit."

Releasing her slowly, he cupped her cheek. "I haven't eaten yet, please eat with me and then we can work." Sara looked at him with a pleading look, but knew it was futile. She let out a long breath and leaned against him, giving a relentless nod of her head.

Grissom sat back in his seat and handed Sara her coffee. She grinned and shook her head. He smiled and looked out the window. "What?" He asked, still smiling.

"You can be very sneaky at times."

He shrugged and leaned over the console to kiss her lips softly. "You can see the scene."

Sara chuckled. "It's four miles in front of us. I can barely make out the cars."

Grissom picked up his own coffee and pulled the plastic lid off. He turned the air conditioning up and sighed as he leaned his head back. "Sara?"

"Hmm?" She hummed into her cup.

He turned his head and squinted against the bright sun shining through the passenger window. "We have four days off in two weeks right?"

Sara nodded and picked up the other half of her sandwich. "Been booked for months, why?"

"Just making sure." He smiled and looked out the window as he lifted his cup and drank the hot liquid.

She glanced at him out the corner of her eye as she placed her cup on the dash. She finished her sandwich before leaning over the console and kissed her husbands cheek. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing. yet." He chuckled and turned his head. "I was thinking we could go away instead of staying home." He suggested, pushing some errant hair back.

Sara nodded and leaned forward to meet him in a gentle kiss. "I love you." She murmured.

"Hmm. I love you too Sara." Grissom held his coffee with his left hand as his right held her head, as the kiss grew deep. Sara moaned against his mouth as his hand slid down her neck to trail down her body and stop on her hip. His fingers massaged her hip through her jeans as her hands tangled in his hair.

Pulling back slowly, Sara laughed lightly at the pout and disapproving groan she received. "We can't honey and you know it." She smiled and brushed her thumb over his lips to wipe away the visible evidence of their kiss.

"It's not like we haven't Sara." He sighed, putting his coffee on the dash beside hers.

She looked into his eyes and saw his need. She ran her fingers from his lips to his shirt and started to slowly unbutton his shirt. "I have no idea why I'm telling you the risks. It's usually you telling me." She grinned when he pulled up the console.

Grissom scooted out of his seat and leaned over her to reach the handle to recline her seat. She lay back and opened his shirt. He shivered at the touch of her hands, but more of her wedding band cooling his skin. He gazed into her eyes as he lowered the seat. Sara pulled him over her more until he was effectively straddling her. "Becareful." She told him sternly as he sat up to pull her jeans off.

He smiled and he managed to discard her of her jeans and panties without much struggle. "I'm always careful."

Sara reached for his pants as he hovered over her. She watched her hands as she pulled his pants open. "I meant your back." She looked up and smiled. "Last week when we were here. You hurt your back."

Grinning and blushing, he teased her lips with his. "This does seem to be our spot in the desert, doesn't it?"

"Hmm. It's quiet and no one for miles." She moaned as his lower body pressed against hers. Grissom let out a light breath as he joined with his wife. Sara's eyes glazed over as she watched him. Her hands ran up his back and her nails scraped down his spine, encouraging him. She moaned and pressed her head back. They had come to this area of the desert a few times. It never saw traffic and so far, they had never been caught. It was the danger that excited them most and that danger made it even more erotic.