A/N: Wow! Thank you so much for the reviews. For the interest shown, here are chapters 15 and 16.
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Grissom quickly reconsidered his actions as he took in the situation he had placed himself in by grabbing Sara. It was dark, secluded and she was alone. 'Not too smart Gris.' He thought as he let go of her before she could lay into him as if he was an attacker. "Sara, it's me Grissom."
Sara spun around seriously thinking of committing bodily damage to her assailant when she heard him speak. "God damn it, Grissom! What are you doing?"
Grissom saw the tears glinting off of her face and moved his hand up to smooth them away. Sara flinched before Grissom's hand found it's destination but he continued anyway. "Sara?"
The uncertainty in Grissom's eyes and the soft low tone of his voice as he left the spoken question open were her undoing. She swayed forward a little, just enough to motivate Grissom to step forward to take her in his arms. She felt his fingertips and then the palms of his hands caressing her sides then the small of her back. Gently tilting her face upward, he leaned down and tentatively tasted the saltiness of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her mouth. Time hushed all things until they both sensed the sweetness change to passion.
Sara gently pulled out of the kiss and eluding his face and his eyes, laid her face against his chest, clinging to him as though her life depended on it. Without a word, they both understood what the other wanted. Grissom took the lead as they turned to the hotel.
She left the rooms darkened as she turned in the direction of her bedroom. Pulling Grissom with her, she felt Grissom's resistance. Cognizant of their shared passion, she turned back to him puzzled yet eager to continue building the fervor she was feeling.
"Sara," he whispered bringing her hand to his lips. "I want this more than anything we have ever shared." He took her other hand in his and gently smoothed it. "Whatever the future holds for us, you have to be sure this is right for you, for us."
Sara stepped closer into his personal space to trace her fingers along his hairline and down to the back of his neck pulling his lips to her mouth, joining them as words never could. She wanted to feel his skin touching hers; no more barriers and no more doubts. They had traveled here once before but had allowed time and distance to build walls that were finally beginning to crumble…to dust. "Grissom, no regrets, no demands, no fears. Make love to me here, now. No more wasted time and no more useless speculation on what we already know is true."
Grissom acknowledged her words; he had recently thought them himself. As she stepped backwards into her bedroom, he pulled her close as he shut the door. Reaching for the knot in front of her blouse, she watched as Grissom's expression darkened. The smile of a woman desired was unnoticed by him as he reached for her hands. She kept him from reaching her by taking another step back. She steadily retreated as he tried to "help" her until she succeeded in undoing the knot. She let the garment fall to the floor and saw a look fill Grissom's face she was never to forget. Sara wore nothing underneath the blouse.
She smiled sinfully as she reached down for the knot on her hip holding her skirt together. Before she could reach it, Grissom grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them behind her waist. He kissed her with the full force of his passion and when the backs of her legs touched the bed they fell onto it. He lay next to her, one hand grasping her hair as he leaned forward to kiss her. She felt his free hand searching her body finally reaching its destination. As she felt Grissom gently knead her firm breast, a moan escaped through their lips neither knowing from whom it came. Sara arched into Grissom as his hand drifted down below her mid-section and came to rest on the knot of her skirt. He deftly undid the knot and shifted the skirt away from around her waist, stopping almost shocked as he realized she wore nothing underneath it. She sighed in relief as her legs became free and she was open to him.
While he had been concentrating on getting her skirt off, she had been just as quick unbuttoning his shirt and started it sliding down off his shoulders. Her hands went for other prey and found their way behind his waistband. She sat up and pushed him down to the bed as she unzipped his pants and tugged them off along with his boxers. He could feel her heat as she slowly straddled him until her heat met his. She leaned forward and let her lips graze his and surprised him when she moved to join their two bodies into one. She opened her eyes to see his close as he welcomed her warmth surrounding him. While he supported her she slowly raised herself as their dance began. When the music peaked, she felt him pull her close to let the music slowly fade, lulling them into a deep slumber brought on by pleasurable exhaustion.
Normally, Sara found she only slept three or four hours but by the time they had fallen asleep it had only been around ten o'clock, so she was surprised to see that when she woke it was just about six a.m. Never in her memories had she ever slept a full eight hours. She peered over at the clock again and confirmed the time. She looked up at the face of the man sleeping with her and realized the reason behind her long sleep. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly to regain her balance so that she would be able to quietly slip away from him and the bed. She wasn't going to be able to shower before Greg arrived so she quickly donned her training uniform then pulled her hair back into a ponytail. As she slipped on her shoes, she heard a movement on the bed.
Grissom sat up as he saw Sara standing at the end of the bed. He wasn't sure if she was actually leaving or just going into the main area of her "apartment". He looked up into her eyes as she turned around and saw her startled expression turn into a frown. "Grissom, go back to sleep."
"What's going on Sara? Are you going somewhere?" Grissom felt confused. 'Why would she be leaving now? Regrets?'
Sara saw the look that appeared on his face. Her poor Grissom didn't know what to think. She walked over to the bed and sat next to him. She trailed her fingers down his cheek as she leaned in for a kiss. "I wanted to be fully dressed when Greg arrives so as not to give him anymore shock then he already has. He's supposed to be here any minute."
"Why?" Grissom didn't remember hearing anything about that last night.
"He wants to train with me this morning. He and I discussed that yesterday while we rehearsed." She smiled at him as the understanding appeared on his face. "Why don't you sleep awhile longer and then come down with the others later around eight or nine. The seminar won't start again until ten so that would give us time to have breakfast."
"Yeah okay, but be careful please?" Grissom touched her face and then they leaned in together for a kiss when a knock was heard on the door to her rooms. She walked out shutting the door behind her and then answered the other one. Greg appeared in an all black outfit and looked Sara up and down. She could see in his expression that he hadn't expected her to remember about their plans for the morning. "Hi, Greg."
"Oh, you're ready. I didn't think you'd still be up for it." Greg didn't stutter but said his words slowly choosing them carefully.
"Greg, let's go." Sara sighed knowing where Greg's thoughts were. She wasn't about to go into last night with Greg. She shut the door behind her soundlessly.
An hour later, Grissom woke back up to the empty bed and tried to remember where it was that Sara went. 'Oh, yeah, she's with Greg.' He got out of bed, dressed and then made his way back to his own room. He jumped in the shower right away. When he finished and stepped out he could smell the aroma of coffee. 'Catherine must be up.' He didn't want to talk to her this morning because the first thing she would be wondering is about him and Sara. He reluctantly got dressed and went out to the kitchen portion of their suite and poured himself a cup of coffee. While he took a drink of the coffee he spied Catherine out on the balcony in her robe and reading some papers. Her hair was up in a towel so he knew she was pretty much ready to start the day. He decided to just get it over with and slowly made his way to take a seat at the table on the balcony across from her. He barely made eye contact with her as he sat down and she glanced up at him. She hid her face again in the papers and then after a few moments passed, she asked, "How is she?"
'Here we go.' Grissom sighed, "She's just fine."
"I'm sure she is." Catherine was able to hide her smirk with her coffee cup as she took a drink.
"Catherine, don't go there." Grissom frowned at her, which just made her smile bigger.
"Grissom, you just confirmed my thoughts. You should be careful of the things you say." She laughed at the look he gave her. He was so readable at this moment and he never had been before in the many years she had known him. 'Sara must have rocked his world.' "There's a first time for everything." She said dryly.
Grissom looked her up and down and then stood with his cup of coffee and mumbled, "This wasn't our first." Then he walked off into the kitchen area to refill his cup, leaving Catherine with a stunned look on her face.
Nick and Warrick picked that moment to come out of their rooms and both headed straight for the kitchen. "Coffee is definitely a must this morning." Nick said groggily.
"Hey, man, not so loud, would ya'?" Warrick held his head with one hand while pouring a coffee with the other one.
"Late night boys?" Grissom asked amused.
"We could ask the same of you, Gris?" Nick turned to Grissom with his characteristically large smile on his face.
Grissom raised his eyebrows and then frowned at Nick and Warrick as he said, "Don't start. Catherine just got shot down with the same thought."
"Oh, and what thought was that?" Warrick asked still holding his head.
"What do you mean, not your first time?" Catherine asked in a huff as she stepped into the kitchen area and glared at Grissom.
"Okay, enough. This line of conversing will stop here. Sara would not appreciate us talking about her or my love life. Just a few days ago we thought she was guilty of a federal crime and now we're discussing her sex life." Grissom stared each of them down. "No more." He walked off and tossed back at them, "We should meet them down in the Pit in about forty-five minutes so you might want to get finished dressing." Then he closed his bedroom door behind him.
"He's right that was really bad of us." Warrick said as he stared after his friend.
"I just don't want to see him get hurt." Catherine turned back to Warrick after staring at Grissom's door. "It just seems a little fast for them."
"Wait, what did you mean by your question to Grissom Cath?" Nick asked.
Catherine smiled. "He said it wasn't their first time." Two sets of eyebrows shot up at her comment.
"No way. All that time spent flirting and touching and they were actually, well, you know, involved." Nick shook his head.
"Maybe not. Their frustration was thick enough to be cut with a knife so he may have meant that from when they knew each other before." Warrick said as he looked back and forth between Catherine and Nick.
They just stood there and shook their heads. Deciding it was best as Grissom had said to just drop it, they each headed back to their rooms.
