A/N: This short story is complete. Currently working on High Incident and Stay. Thanks for all the reviews of my previous stories. I don't own CSI or my roof wouldn't be leaking.

Take Me Home

Chapter One

Grissom glanced at the clock perched on his nightstand and groaned out loud. He knew sleep would never come if his cellular phone did not stop ringing.

"Grissom."

"Uh-hi."

Grissom sat up in bed. "Sara?"

"Yeah. Umm…It's me." Her voice was low, husky, hesitant and difficult to make out against the loud background noise. Probably a club or bar. Oh no.

"Sara? Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah."

He waited for her to elaborate.

"See, here's the thing, Grissom. I'm tired of being alone."

"Sara, have you been drinking?" Duh! Grissom rolled his eyes at his own obvious question. Sara would never call him to admit she was lonely unless she was being held at gunpoint or extremely intoxicated.

"Yes. Yes, I have been drinking. I've had four beers and don't worry, I took a cab here."

"Where is here, Sara?"

"Before I tell you, I have a question."

"I'm listening."

"Do you want me?"

"What? Sara, where are you?"

"No way, Grissom. Uh- hold on."

Grissom could tell that Sara held her hand against the receiver but it did little to block a muffled male voice that had to be pretty close.

"Who is that, Sara? Is someone bothering you?" His irritation evident.

"Oh, that's…Jack, right?"

"Who the hell is Jack?" Grissom could feel his blood pressure rising. Bad enough, Sara was at some bar intoxicated, but she had some punk ogling her, possibly trying to take advantage of her.

"Grissom, answer the question."

"Now is not the time for this discussion, Sara. Tell me where you are, I'm coming to get you."

"Never mind. You just made my decision a whole lot easier."

"What decision? Sara?"

"First, stop talking to me like I'm a child. I am a grown woman in case you didn't notice. A W-O-M-A-N with needs and I'm taking care of those needs tonight!"

"What? Sara, wait."

"I'm done waiting, Grissom. I'm having lots of sex tonight! If you want me, then come get me. If not, I'm going home with -um-with-"

"Jack." Grissom supplied automatically, still in shock.

"Yes, Jack. What's it going to be? Clock's ticking."

"Sara-"

"Not Sara, yes or no?"

Grissom knew what he answer was going to be. There was no way in hell Sara was going home with Jack or any other man. The only sex she would be having was going to be with him!

"YES! Now, tell me where you are."