Chapter 3
Grissom groaned.
"I have to answer it," she panted. "It might be court."
'Call them back," he protested increasing the rate of his movements inside of her. The phone , which had been clipped to her skirt, now lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. She reached out to answer it.
"Sidle," she paused, Oh hi Brass."
She listened for several seconds.
Grissom whispered in her free ear, "Tell him I said that you have to go. God you feel good."
His beard grazed the side of her ear. His momentum increased. Sara tried to stop his hand but he was too strong for her. She felt herself loosing control as fingers thrust harder. As she found her release, Sara muffled her screams by biting into Grissom's broad shoulder and collapsing against him.
He took the phone from her hand, ended the call and threw it across the room.
Sara collapsed against him inhaling his scent.
Grissom's cell phone began to ring. He pulled his hand away from her gently. He kept her close to her relishing the trembling of her against him.
"Grissom" he barked. He steadied Sara with his free hand.
The rest of the conversation was a series "yes", "no" and "okay".
He closed the phone. Sara gazed at him through half closed lids. "We got called in?"
"High profile family. It might be a routine case but they want the whole night shift to come in just in case."
"Damn." She muttered as she sat up.
"What?"
"I can't believe you," Sara shook head. "You ripped my blouse. Catherine helped me pick it out. What the hell am I supposed to wear?
"You can borrow one of my shirts."
"And wear it with what? That damn skirt? This is what I get for trying to be a girly girl."
Grissom pulled his pants on and began to button his shirt.
"How bout this...How about we drive to your house for a quick change then to the crime scene."
"How are you going to explain why we are riding in the same car?"
"I'll figure something out because we don't have time to go back to Heather's"
Grissom drove Sara to her apartment to change clothes. When they arrived at the crime scene Brass met them at Grissom's Tahoe.
He leaned into the driver's side window. "Aw guys. I'm so sorry. David says it's definite suicide. I tried to call you both back but Sara's phone went straight to voice mail after we got disconnected and yours just rang."
Grissom reached for his phone and realized that he had accidentally put the phone on silent. Grissom glared at the veteran cop.
"Catherine and Warrick are on their way to the lab and she told me to tell you that she just needs at least one other set of eyes confirm the suicide. She said either you or Sara would do."
Brass put up his hands in protest, "Hey man. I'm sorry. Did I catch you on another date? When did you get a social life?"
Grissom continued to glare realizing that Brass used the word "another" in front of Sara.
"As a mater of fact, I was on date. It was a very important date and you quite possibly ruined it. See you next shift Brass" Grissom pushed the button to role up the window and pulled away from in a wave of dust.
Brass looked after his old friend and wondered how he managed to pick up Sara so fast.
Grissom pulled the car in the parking lot at the Crime Lab. He switched off the ignition and looked at Sara. He lips were slightly swollen and he could see the places where his beard had scratched.
"You want to stay hear while I go sign off on this thing?"
"I don't know. Won't that look suspicious?" She stroked his knew lightly.
"I think if you go in there and Catherine gets one look at the two of us together. She will know."
Sara began to bite her thumbnail, "You are right."
"Besides...."
"Besides what?"
"You smell like sex."
"And you don't?"
"I'm not saying that I don't but we can't both go in there.", he grinned at her. The lines around his eyes turned crinkled a bit.
"Did you even wash your hands?"
Grissom put two fingers up to his nostrils and inhaled.
"No and I don't intend to."
"Grissom!" Sara squealed and he opened the door and disappeared into the building.
Grissom met Catherine in his office, looked over the evidence and signed the various documents.
"So Brass said that you were on a date."
Grissom was standing at the door ready to turn the knob. "Brass talks too much."
"This is like your second date in what a week."
"Heather and I don't date. I told you we are just friends."
Catherine tilted her head and looked at Grissom's shoulder. "He also said that Sara was with you. Are you bleeding?"
Grissom peered down at his shoulder. He was bleeding through his light colored shirt. "I must have scratched it on something" he said as he went turned to open the door.
"What do you take me for a fool? You and that Heather woman are playing some of those freaky games that she makes her living off of."
"Just because someone is sex worker that does not mean that they can't have platonic friendships. You should know that Cath."
"I can't believe that you picked Sara up after being with that woman," Catherine's voice went up an octave as her eyes began to flash. She grabbed his hand. "I can even smell her on you. Did you even wash your hands?"
Grissom opened the door. Catherine followed close on his heels. She spoke through clenched teeth as they entered the hallway.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you just trying to drive Sara over the bend? My God. Do you know that she went out and bought new clothes for you? I swear Gil if she quits because of your callousness there are going to more people than me to answer too."
Catherine stopped short when she realized that they were almost to the Tahoe. She waved to Sara.
Gil turned his back to the car. "We are not going to have this conversation. Okay. We are just not."
Catherine smiled stiffly. "We will be having this conversation. Maybe not today but we will."
Catherine turned and went into the building.
When Grissom climbed into the truck, Sara squinted at him.
"Was Catherine reading you the riot act?"
"Yes. Jim told her that I was a date and she jumped to all the wrong conclusions and she also said that she smelled you on me. You know that woman has been my friend for more than a decade and you come along and suddenly I'm the bad guy"
Grissom cleared his throat as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"Um Catherine is not exactly a fan and Heather's so she has been giving me a lot of grief lately."
Sara dropped her head at the mention of the other woman's name. Grissom felt like a fool. What was he thinking?
They were silent the rest of the way home. They pulled into his driveway.
"I am very sorry. I should not have mentioned her name. I just don't know how to do all of this.
He ran a finger along her jaw line. "You are going to have to be patient with me".
Sara kissed his hand and touched it to his face. "I can be patient. I waited for four years, didn't I?"
"That you did Sara Sidle, that you did."