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Note: I swear this story has a life of its own. I had it all planned out and then BANG! This chapter turns up. Once again, thanks for all your marvellous fantastic wonderful stupendous reviews. It makes me so happy to know that people out there in cyberspace are reading my own little bunch of 1's and 0's or pixels or whatever and that they are enjoying it : ) I think that there should be one or two more chapters but I never know with this story.

Chapter Six

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Sara pulled her car up outside Grissoms house and turned the engine off with a sigh. It had been a rough day at work. A bomb had exploded in a warehouse downtown and the whole team had been put on the case. They spent hour after hour at the crime scene, collecting and documenting evidence, working a double shift. Add to the physical and emotional exhaustion a double shift created, the extreme heat of the day caused Sara to be cranky. She had snapped at Nicky a few times, and he responded back with some sarcastic comments, but Sara could tell that she had hurt him. She had tried to apologise when they returned to the lab, but after she had put all of her evidence in for examining, Nicky had left. Grissom was still at the lab when she went home, always being the first to arrive and the last to leave. As she climbed out of the car, the Las Vegas heat once again greeted her with an unwelcome smack in the face. She sighed and ran up the stairs to Grissoms house and unlocked and opened the door. Its dark coolness gladly greeted her. She walked into her room, kicked off her shoes and changed out of her work clothes into her pyjamas. She then walked barefoot into the kitchen, grateful for the large, cool tiles on the floor. She opened the fridge and bent down, searching for something to drink. Sara grabbed the bottle of cold water that Grissom insisted on keeping in there and poured some into a glass, patiently waiting on the bench. She opened the freezer and dropped some ice cubes into the water. They crashed into the clear liquid, splashing some water on the bench.

'I'll clean that up later,' Sara told herself.

She strolled over to the couch and turned the TV on with the remote control. She channel surfed for a while, until a movie came on, which would at least entertain her a little while until Grissom came home. She hated going to bed without first seeing him, so she would often stay up for hours, waiting for the sound of his key turning in the lock. She had told him multiple times that it wasn't like she needed the sleep anyway, but he always argued with her about it when he arrived home. This time, however, it was different. The case had taken such a toll on her, both physically and emotionally; she soon fell into a deep sleep on the couch in the middle of the movie.

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"Sara," Grissom whispered, gently touching her on the shoulder from his kneeling position by the couch. She had been asleep when he arrived home from work, and she had not even stirred when he turned the TV off. "Sara," he said, this time a little louder, rocking her arm slightly. She mumbled something inaudible and turned over on the couch, subconsciously trying to get away from the touch that threatened to wake her. Grissom sighed and stood up, gazing down at Sara sleeping, watching a small lock of hair rise and fall every time she gently breathed out her mouth. He bent down and gently brushed it away, softly grazing his knuckles against her mouth. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes.

"Grissom," she mumbled as she stretched slightly and slowly sat up, "why did you wake me up?" He smiled at her and sat down on the space her legs had vacated.

"You were sleeping on the couch and I thought that after today it might be more comfortable in bed." She looked at him and rubbed her eyes.

"Mm-kay," Sara replied, struggling to stand up. Grissom caught her under her arm before she fell back down on the couch. She composed herself and tried to stand again, with limited success.

"Let me take you to bed," Grissom said gently, placing his arm around her back so that his hand rested on her waist. She stiffened a little at his touch and then allowed him to escort her to her bedroom where she fell, exhausted, onto the end of the bed. "Come on," he said, patting the pillows. Sara sleepily crawled up the bed and placed her head on a pillow, looking up at Grissom. He went down to the end of the bed and pulled the covers over her.

"No," she said, sitting up, grabbing his arm. He looked down in surprise where her hand held his wrist, "it's too hot for those." She smiled at him and lay down on the pillows once again as he pulled the cover back down to the end of the bed. Sara crawled under the sheet that lay on her bed and lay down, facing Grissom who was standing at her doorframe.

"Goodnight," he said, in response to her staring at him. She smiled back, still looking at him.

"Night," she whispered back, as he turned around and shut the door behind him. Sara slid further down between the sheets and sighed gently, overwhelmed with tiredness once more. She shut her eyes and buried her head into the large soft pillows, welcoming the sleep which would soon envelope her.

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Sara awoke four hours later after a deep, refreshing sleep. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in complete darkness until, finally, she decided to get up and eat some breakfast. Her stomach grumbled enthusiastically at the thought of food, as she had forgotten to eat when she came home from work. She quietly opened the door, fully aware that Grissom would still be asleep and padded out into the kitchen. Sara opened the cupboards in the kitchen and pulled out a box of cereal. Sara poured its contents into a bowl, tipped some milk over them and walked over to the couch, being careful to balance her bowl of cereal. She sat on the ground with a thud and leant her back against the couch. She turned the TV on with the remote and found the movie that she had been watching earlier, before she had gone to sleep. "Thank god for re-runs," she said to herself as she settled back to enjoy the movie.

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Grissom rolled over in bed and opened his eyes to the sound of cupboards being opened and closed. He smiled to himself, picturing Sara walking around his kitchen, getting herself breakfast and finally settling down in front of the TV as was her usual manner when she woke up first. He stretched out and rolled over to check what time it was. The clock read 6pm. Grissom grumbled as he kicked the sheets off himself and walked towards the bathroom, tripping over a shoe which he had kicked off the night before. "Shit," he swore, "what a way to start the day." Grissom smiled at his own little rhyme and walked over to the sink to brush his teeth.

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"Hey," Grissom said as walked into the lounge room. Sara was watching TV.

"Hi," she answered back, not moving her gaze from the screen. Even though it was a terrible movie, she still wanted to know what happened in the end and did not want to be disturbed. Grissom walked out into the kitchen and prepared himself breakfast. As he walked back into the living room he joined Sara, who was now sitting on the couch, her breakfast bowl on the coffee table in front of them. She shifted over to one side of the couch allowing enough room for Grissom to sit beside her. She turned her head and looked at him, examining his breakfast with her eyes.

"That's not a very filling breakfast you know." He looked away from the TV and saw that Sara was now completely facing him, her legs crossed underneath her.

"And dried compressed corn swimming in a homogenous mixture of fat, cream and water is?" he answered back, smiling slightly. She grinned back at him, swatting him on the arm.

"You know what I mean. And it's a low fat homogenous mixture I'll have you know, so it's mainly water anyway." she added defiantly.

Grissom smiled at her comment and leaned back, instinctively placing his arm on the back of the couch, behind where Sara sat. He took another bite of toast. Sara watched as he brought it to his mouth and bit down on it. She suddenly became very hungry and licked her lips slightly. Grissom noticed a change in her attitude as she shifted slightly towards him and gave him a sweet smile. He knew exactly what she wanted.

"You're not getting any," he told her firmly. She smiled back and eyed the hand that was holding the toast. All of a sudden, in the blink of an eye, she bent down and took a large bite out of it. Grissom gave her a fake shocked expression as she quietly giggled to herself.

"Thanks," she said with a large smile on her face as she turned around and faced the TV once again. Grissom smiled at her fake innocence and batted her on the arm. They sat in silence watching the movie. Sara found herself leaning closer and closer into Grissom until she found that her shoulder had made its way under his arm. She smiled to herself as he draped his arm around her and pulled her closer. They sat like this, together, for the rest of the movie. As the credits began to roll, Sara stretched a little and stood up. Grissom watched as she rolled her head from side to side, rubbing her right shoulder occasionally as if she was in pain.

"What are you looking at," she said smiling down at him, still rubbing her shoulder.

"Here," he said, standing up behind her, "let me." He began to rub her sore muscle, searching for the knot that was causing her so much discomfort. She moaned slightly at his touch and sat down on the floor, allowing his easier access to her shoulder. He sat down on the couch and she moved between his legs, finding the most comfortable position. He massaged her shoulders, knocking her singlet-top straps to the side, enjoying the sight of her bare shoulders, and happy that he could touch her without the fear that she would run away from him or seriously injure him.

"Mmm." she said, "that feels so good." Grissom smiled at her comment, as he brushed more of her hair to the side so that he could apply more pressure to her sore shoulder.

"How come you never told me that you had magic fingers?"

"Maybe because you never asked." She turned around slightly, smiling and, making it impossible for him to continue his massage. She stood up slowly, levering herself up using his legs for support. She rolled her neck, pleased with the improvement, and once again looked down at Grissom and smiled. He stood up in front of her, mirroring her smile and then looked down at her bare shoulder. He ran his hand up her arm and gently moved her pyjama straps back into their original position. His light touch sent shivers down Sara's spine, leaving hot tracks where his fingers had grazed her skin. Her gaze travelled from where he had touched her back up to his eyes and she gazed into their deep blue.

"Sara," Grissom murmured, stepping closer to her.

"Mmm." she replied, blushing slightly, following his lead and moving closer to him. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek as she turned her head away from him, watching as his hand once again ran up and down her arm. One of his arms snaked around her waist and she gently placed on of her hands on his chest. Sara could feel his skin burn were she touched at and this made her smile. She lifted her face up to his and gently whispered his name, looking into his eyes, seeing the passion and the longing that devoured him. She felt the same way and as the hand that was rubbing her arm moved up around the back of her head, the phone rang. This time neither of them jumped in surprise, instead looked over to where the offending object sat, yelling at them both, demanding to be answered. Sara smiled and ducked her head, pulling away from his touch. She smiled at him and walked over to the coffee table where it lay.

"We've gotta stop doing this at this time," Sara said, smiling at him

"Yeah," he answered, still rubbing her arm. They looked at one another for a few seconds, until Sara broke his gaze.

"Aren't you gonna get that?" she said, walking over to the coffee table and handing it to him, slightly frustrated but happy at the same time.

Grissom answered with a nod and reached for it, taking her hand at the same time. She looked at him and handed him the offending object as he gently kissed her hand. She smiled and turned her back, walking into her room to get changed for work. She knew that it would be Brass on the other end, informing Grissom about another crime that needed solving. She sighed as she pulled on her jeans and buttoned up her shirt. Grissom arrived at her door and watched her do up the last of her buttons on her top.

"Brass?" she asked him, fully aware of what his answer would be. Grissom nodded in response.

"We better go," he said, as Sara walked out her bedroom door, brushing her arm lightly against his body. He followed her to the front door and watched as she reached up for her keys and quickly stopped herself.

"You know what," Sara said, turning around and smiling at him, "let's ride together today." Grissom looked at her and grabbed his keys, following her out the door. He observed her slim figure as she walked over to his car and leaned against the door. Sara sighed a happy sigh as she saw Grissom lock the door to the house and walk down the stairs, towards his Tahoe. He looked at her over the roof of the car and they smiled at one another as he unlocked the door and they both climbed in.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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A/N: Ahhh the angst! The angst of it all! Don't worry, it's gonna happen soon. I promise. So far this has been the hardest chapter to write, prob coz I didn't know where it was going or even what it was doing here and I had all this extra stuff that I cut out and I'm rambling now.

So anyway, you know what to do - that little blue button on the left is waiting for you. See? It's screaming to be pushed, much like Grissom's phone is screaming to be answered. Thanks guys!!!