Fic Title: Post Snakes ( 2500 Words)

Author: Moonpattern

Fandom: CSI

Pairing: Grissom/Sara

Date: January 2005

Feedback: I'll take feedback

Rating: R

Disclaimer: ("This is not meant to be taken as true, I make no $$$ . . .")

Summary: Post snakes, what happened after "the talk"

Dedications: Princessgrits for putting up with me and my creative ideas and helping me to put them on to paper.

Sara let out the breath she was holding as she walked out of Grissom's office. Don't

Come after me don't come after me she thought as she walked down the hall far away from

Grissom's office and Grissom She quickened her pace until she found the solitude of the ladies room. Sara sat down counter and put her head in her hands. That was harder than I thought it would be. What were you thinking Sara? Breathe, try not to hyperventilate, you did it, you told him how you feel. She shook her head self-talk was something her PEAP counsellor had taught her as a way to validate her behavior with self-praise. She wiped her face off and left the washroom. She didn't want to run into anyone, it was time for her to go home. She had worked a double on the previous case and she was spent, but she couldn't leave until she had spoken to Grissom, with that done she could go home.

The drive was quick, quicker than it should have been; she just hoped that she didn't get pulled over for speeding, not after her recent DUI. Sara didn't want to fall asleep at the wheel; luckily she was on a small adrenaline high after her talk with Grissom. She parked her car and immediately went into her apartment. She quickly divested herself of clothes and crawled into the cool of her bed. She was so tired, she looked at the clock, and it was only just after midnight.

"Got a minute."


 "Sure."


 "We haven't had a chance to talk since the staff changes. I
wanted to let you know that I said some things to Ecklie that might
have done the team a disservice."


"Ecklie wanted to break up the team, and he did."


"He asked me if you and I had had our post PEAP counselling session."


"And we didn't. Regardless, you should never have to cover for your
boss. I'm sorry."


"You've always been a little more than a boss to me. Why do you think
I moved to Vegas?"

"Look, I know our relationship has been complicated. It's probably my
fault. It's probably definitely my your counselling, right?"


"Yeah. Yes."


"And?"


"Let's just say that...I sometimes look for validation in inappropriate places."

"Look, let's, uhm..."


"It's okay. Okay. You know what, we did our session. Don't forget to
document this for Ecklie."


"Right."


"Thanks."

Sara tried to shake of the events of earlier that evening, the conversation just kept replaying in her head. Shake it off Sidle you need some sleep, you did your part. She eventually willed herself to sleep.

Gil Grissom sat in his office completely confused by what had happened earlier. She thinks of me more than a boss, what a friend? More? She could have been clearer. Does she think of me more than that? Who are you kidding, Gil, she asked you out, of course she thinks of you more than that. She told you it might be too late, was that her way of finishing that off, ending it with you? She came to Vegas for you, she told you that; the least you can do is be honest with her. Validation in inappropriate places? What did she mean by that? With me? Grissom was completely confused.

The thoughts were spinning in his head; he could feel a migraine coming on. He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"You've always been a little more than a boss to me. Why do you think
I moved to Vegas?"

He overanalysed the statement and didn't make any more sense of it. The statement kept running through his head, over and over again. He kept replaying the whole ordeal in his head. It made him come to a quick decision. He grabbed his keys, shut off his light and left the lab. When he looked up he was at the pub on the strip. He drove on autopilot without any recollection as to how he had got there. He did that sometimes, just got in his truck and drove without a purpose. He went in and sat down to have a drink, one lead to two and so on until he was completely inebriated with the empty bottle sitting on the table in front of him. Grissom picked up his phone and dialled a familiar friend.

"Brown."

"Warrick, Its Grissom." His works were bordering on slurred.

"Griss, man have you been drinking?"

"I'm drunk." He said abruptly.

"What can I do for you man?"

"Can you take a cab and come to the pub on the strip. Don't tell anyone where you are going, I'll explain when you get here."

Within the half hour Warrick had joined Grissom at the table.

"Sara came into my office when shift started, it was her night off. I'm so confused. I think I lost my chance. I don't know what to do." He picked up the empty bottle and looked at it and then looked at the empty glass.

"The answer isn't in the bottom of that bottle, Griss." Warrick said jokingly..

"I know, but I had no where else to turn."

Alcohol shouldn't be a crutch."

"Sounds like something I should be saying to you." Grissom laughed lightly.

"You need to get out of here, you have had enough to drink. Want me to take you home?"

"No. Take my truck and drop me off at Sara's. Go back to the lab, tell them I wasn't feeling well, I had a migraine and you took me home." He wasn't that far off, he did have a migraine before he started drinking. He was sure he would have another one tomorrow after all the alcohol he had pounded back.

"Griss, I don't think this is a good idea."

"Probably not, but you aren't going to change my mind. I need to do this before I lose my nerve."

"But you are drunk man."

"I know."

"Alright, we're here." They pulled into Sara's apartment complex and Warrick shut off his engine. He wasn't sure that he should be leaving Grissom at Sara's especially in his current state.

"Griss, are you positive you want to be here? I mean I wouldn't want to piss off Sara, she is licensed to operate a weapon."

"Yes. I'll be alright." What are you doing? Are you sure you want to be here? He took in a deep breath and got out and headed for her door. Warrick backed out of the parking lot and left.

He gently began rapping on the door. No answer. She must be sleeping. Call her Gil, before you lose your nerve. He picked up his phone and dialled her number. She answered on the first ring.

"Sidle."

"Sara, did I wake you?"

"Yes. What's wrong Griss, why are you here, did something happen at work?"

"I need to talk to you, please get up and let me in."

"Griss, why are you at my door? " He heard the locks click and the door open.

"Sara, can I come in?"

She held the door open and he entered. She shut the door and locked it behind him. He looked up at her. "Habits. Have you been drinking you smell like alcohol?"

He nodded. He was silent at first.

"How much have you had to drink?" She got up and got him some Tylenol and water and gave it to him. "Are you gonna talk to me or would you just rather sit her while I sleep in the other room?"

"I've had enough to drink, probably too much to drink, but I needed to get some nerve up in order to come here, liquid courage, right" He chuckled lightly. "Sara, tell me one thing." He stood up and took her hand in his.

"What's that?"

"What did you mean today in my office?"

"Exactly what I said."

"So you think of me more than a boss, how much more?"

Sara was silent and looked at the carpet like she was inspecting a piece of evidence.

"Am I too late?" He leaned in to kiss her, just barely brushing her lips.

" You taste like Whiskey." She murmured. "If you were too late, I wouldn't have said what I did earlier." She kissed him back and pulled away quickly. "Griss, you're drunk, I don't want you to think I took advantage of you." She giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. "I don't want you waking up tomorrow and regretting anything."

"I won't, I promise. Please Sara," He pleaded.

She only had a nightshirt. He could see right through it and it only reached her upper thigh. He was drinking in her lovely long legs. She took him by the hand and led him to her bedroom. She reached up and pulled his shirt out from his waistband. She pulled the offending article up over hiss head. She fooled with his belt and undid his pants and fooled with the waistband on his boxers. He sucked in a breath as she touched his skin. Her nightshirt accompanied his clothes in the pile on the floor. He ran his hands up her sides and she shivered lightly. They rest on the bed and she began to feel the warm skin of his chest against her naked body. So that's what you feel like. His muscles were firm, firmer than she had expected. He was well built for a man his age She added her lips into the equation she longed to taste him. He softly growled. She rose up and kissed him again, more fierce than before as she moaned into his mouth. He rolled her under him to take the lead.

He placed soft wet kisses on her neck and throat and then he suckled her breast into his mouth. Sara gasped and he moved on to the other one, she was whimpering and begging him not to stop.

"Ooh Griss….uum."

He dragged his tongue down her flat belly and gently traced the indent where her belly button was hidden. Sara arched her back and moaned. He gently sucked in a breath and breathed it out on her soft center. She squirmed. He dropped his head between her legs and traced circles on her thighs with his tongue. He dove in to her core with his tongue. He could hear Sara muttering something but went back to what he was doing, pleasing her. He arched one finger and slipped it inside her, she bucked and her walls closed tightly around him. She reached for his soft curls and began to play with his hair. She loved the way it felt. She loved the way he felt.

He picked his head up and looked her in the eyes. He loved her eyes. Dark chocolate pools of warmth longing for him to touch her. She smiled and he pushed up to kiss her lovingly.

"I can taste myself." She purred between kisses.

"Umm, I love the way you taste." He growled back at her.

"Griss, will you please make love to me?"

"I have been, Sara."

"No, I want to feel you inside of me, offering yourself to me."

She passed him a condom from her bedside drawer and he sheathed himself with the latex shield. He pushed himself up on her. She arched her hips to meet him. They were in unison, moving together with perfect symmetry. It was a tangle of sweat, hair and body fluids. They lay spent on the bed, curled up in each other's arms. Their breathing evened out and they both fell asleep.

The mid-afternoon sun was breaking through the curtains they both began to stir. He was overwhelmed by the constant pounding in his head and he felt something warm beside him. He looked down and saw her brown eyes looking back at him.

"Morning." She choked out.

"I think it's more like afternoon." He added. "Do you have anymore of that Tylenol you gave to me lastnight?"

"Are you hung over, Griss?" She taunted.

"Yes."

She got up and returned within minutes with two more pills and another glass of water. "Sara, er um er."

"Griss don't talk."

He swallowed the pills and she crawled back into bed with him. She snuggled up with him again, sucking in his warmth.

"Are we ok?"

"I just want you to hold me for a while, we'll talk later." He obliged and wrapped his arms around her and took in the scent of her hair.

They woke up a few hours later; the pain in his head had finally subsided. He nuzzled his lips into her neck as began to place warm kisses on her neck. She rolled over to look at him with a smile on her face.

"You feel better?"

"Umm, much."

"You know, I could get used to this. Lying in my bed in your arms."

"I would like nothing more."

Sara propped herself up on her arms and looked him in the face. "Are we ok?"

"I think we are."

"What about work?"

"We'll deal with work later."

"NO. We have to go to work, look at the time."

It was nearly seven pm and they spent all day in bed together. They were usually at work by now. Grissom had to get a ride with Sara. He only had his clothes from the night before. Sara grabbed a change of clothes and threw them in a bag. She pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and accompanied him to his townhouse.

The house was just as she remembered. He had books everywhere and bug specimens. Very Grissom-like. It was his retreat. He went straight to his room to find some clothes and Sara continued to look around. The last time she was here was a while ago, when Grissom got suspended because he didn't want her to go undercover. She traced the outline of the books on the bookshelf.

"Sara, you want to join me in the shower?"

She followed him to the bathroom. It was a huge room, way too big for one person. It was nearly as big as her whole apartment. It had tile on the walls, two sinks on the counter and a whirlpool tub in the corner. The shower was large enough to comfortably accommodate both of them. He grabbed the sponge and began to soap up her back. He turned her around and soaped up her front.

"Don't start something you can't finish, we haven't got time." She took the sponge away from him and finished washing herself up. She washed his back and passed the sponge back to him. She rinsed herself off and got out of the shower. He finished up and found her in the bedroom. She was dressed and running a brush through her hair. He quickly got himself dressed and they headed to the lab.

They entered the lab together and it seemed as though all eyes were on them. He quickly went to his office to get the assignment slips and went to the break room to pass them out. It's going to be a rough night. He thought as he passed out the assignments.