Chapter 4

Over the threshold

The plane ride was more productive then Sara had expected, given Grissom's dopey state. Together they analyzed hundreds of photographs that filled their suitcase to the brim, Grissom managed to make a few statements about the killings but nothing substantial due to his tired brain. After forty minutes of work, Sara thought it would be best to catch up on some sleep before they landed in Miami. As she fell under the Sandman's spell Grissom tossed and turned as his dreams began to turn into nightmares once more. As he shifted from side to side in his seat it was a miracle that Sara did not wake up.

"You're nothing! All you do is sit at home all day and admire the art work of the house while Gil reads his precious little books. Both of you do nothing! Nothing!" James Grissom laughed as he landed several hits to his wife's face before scaring his son into his bedroom to hide. As the young child looked through his door's peephole, several tears moistened his teddy bear clutched to his side.

"What, that's it? A couple of hits knock you down and then you just give up?" James Grissom allowed his hands to ruffle his hair making the accumulated perspiration which rested on his follicles disperse in the air, eventually falling gracefully to the floor. As his dad continued to hit his mother, Gil felt helpless, yet somehow responsible for what was transpiring. As the young child continued to view the violence from the doorway, his father transformed into an older man who still held an enormous amount of rage. His mother's breath became shallow as the man grabbed the still body from the floor and tied a rope around her neck.

"Now you can be displayed for all your glory. You're my trophy wife, never to age and never to disobey. Forever mine, perfect in all your splendor…" As the final knot was tied, the man turned his back to Gil Grissom's doorway, not allowing for the child to see the mystery man's face. As the man turned around once more, Gil screamed as the killer transformed once more, this time into a middle aged version of himself. Horrified, young Gil watched himself hang his mother from a beam on the ceiling as he started to cry tears of fear as he saw his future self smile in redemption.

"Now the cycle is complete…" The older Grissom muttered as he spit on his mother before walking out the front door.

"Grissom!" Sara woke Grissom with a halt. The concern on her face made him realize he was either talking in his sleep or being far too distressed to be having a peaceful slumber.

"Umm, we're here…" Sara gave Grissom once last squeeze to the arm before she unbuckled her seatbelt. He was thankful that Sara did not pry into what dream he may have experienced as he was at a loss for words for having constant nightmares. As he tried to analyze his night terrors, he grabbed his carry on and followed Sara to the exit of the plane.

The taxi pulled up to the driveway to their new "home" in a slow fashion, being careful not to knock over the statue of Adam and Eve which rested in the middle of the driveway.

"Grissom, have you ever seen Home Alone?" Sara smiled as she watched Grissom analyze the question posed to him.

"Who's home alone?" His voice had the slight edge of concern as Sara let out a laugh.

"No…It's a movie title…It's a about this child who was left home alone on Christmas. It's pretty funny…Anyways, getting to my point, in the family's driveway taxi cabs and other vehicles would always manage to knock over the family's statue. It kinda looked like this one…" Sara turned to Grissom to see that he was wearing his signature stare filled with deep thought.

"Why didn't the family just remove the statue? If cars were to hit the art piece and become dented, it would be issued immediately as a safety hazard." Grissom arched his eyebrow as he waited for Sara to make a comment. All she could do was instinctively roll her eyes to his typical "Grissom-like" response.

"Alright you two… That will be twenty bucks even." The taxi cab driver turned around to see the two CSI's still smiling to each other. Grissom gave the driver a twenty and crept out of the car, wincing in pain as his knees locked.

"Man, you're getting old…I should have married you before you had arthritis…" Sara giggled.

"Amusing Sara, someday you'll feel the tribulations of time. Until then, you can laugh it up." Grissom grabbed their suitcases as Sara gingerly picked up their carry-ons. They both were surprised at the elegant nature of their new home. Greek architecture was mimicked throughout the home's exterior, complete with white columns lining their front doorway; red roses bloomed with vitality as the sun's rays made the petals appear to glow. The house even had a typical white picket fence; it was the epitome of what all may perceive as the "American Dream."

"And why do we need a three story house for this assignment? I could have made do with a humble bungalow. This is too much." Grissom turned to Sara to see a more optimistic expression on her face, the complete opposite of Grissom's arched eyebrow.

"Grissom, of course we're going to need all this space…Where else are the children going to play?" Sara was loving every minute of their interlude as she searched her purse for the set of keys Culpepper gave her.

"Oh yes…How charming." Grissom rolled his eyes to the thought of having children and leading the typical life in American suburbia. The thought of living with Sara had its rewards; however, the prospect of having children did not sit well with the middle aged CSI.

"Remember darling, we now have to play the role of husband and wife whenever we're in public…So if the neighbors are watching right now, don't you think you should carry me over the threshold? After all we are newlyweds." Sara watched in utter fascination as Grissom began to analyze the situation.

"It's all only for the case… None of this is real…It's just an act. What if the killer is watching?" A sound in the bushes immediately cut off Grissom's train of thought.

"What was that?" Grissom looked around the front lawn to see if anyone was hiding in the numerous bushes that lined the sides of their driveway.

"I didn't hear anything…" Sara gave Grissom a look of concern.

"I did…" Grissom walked away from Sara and headed down their driveway. His gun was hidden in his jacket, away from plain sight in case any nosy neighbors were watching from a far. As he approached the largest bush on their property, a man and a woman popped out and caused Grissom to jump.

"What the hell are you doing?" Grissom kept his distance as his heart rate returned to normal.

"Oh we're sorry…You're the newlyweds correct? Is that your wife?" The woman pointed to Sara who was watching in amusement still by their front door.

"Uh…Yeah. And may I ask again, why you were hiding in our bushes?" Grissom was beginning to believe that their neighbors maybe more nosy then he thought.

"Oh my wife and her crazy ideas…You'll soon get to see why women drive you crazy. I'm Greg Labbtec and this is my wife Crystal. My wife just loves it when newlyweds move in cause she finds it romantic to watch them interact with each other…You know, that first walk over the threshold, their first kiss in front of their new home…That sort of shpeel." Greg ended his statement with a large smile which distracted Grissom from any sane thoughts. He noted immediately that the man's teeth were abnormally white and his skin was flawless along with his wife's. The two were in matching polo outfits making Gil believe that this neighborhood was far from being in an area of poverty. Greg slicked back his jet black hair as he smiled once more at his wife whose hair was done up in a neat pony tail. Her blonde locks sparkled in the sun as she began to giggle as her husband slid his hand over her butt.

"Umm, nice to meet you…Sara, honey…Do you want to come over and meet our new neighbors?" Grissom found it extremely odd to be calling Sara "honey"; he could only hope that their practices would not carry over to the work place. Catherine wouldn't let him hear the end of it.

"Hey baby. Are you going to introduce me?" Sara smiled coolly as she tried to hold back a giggle as she thought of more pet names to call Grissom in public.

This is going to be fun.

"Sara, this is Mr. and Mrs. Labbtec, they wanted to observe us and our newlywed ways…"

"I am going to be glad when this is over with. I just want to lie down and go to bed." Grissom rubbed his eyes and began to drift off in a daydreaming state as Sara talked with the couple.

"Oh look at this, they brought us a gift…" Sara held up the bread maker and displayed it to Grissom.

"Wow, it has six speeds." His voice held a sense of sarcasm as he pretended to be interested in the gesture.

"So where's that newlywed kiss? You two seem so distant for your second day of marriage. Why, when Greg and I were wed we had to make sure the windows were closed at night because we were afraid of the neighbors thinking that someone was getting murdered." Crystal and Greg let out a haunting laugh as Grissom perked up.

"Murdered? Please elaborate." Grissom's question rewarded him with a sharp jab to his stomach.

"Honey, I'm sure you don't want to know the details." Sara said through her gritted teeth as she tried to hide her embarrassment.

"No, Sara, I do…"

"Umm well... Sex does get loud if you know what I mean Mr….Umm, I didn't catch your last name."

Grissom panicked as he realized Culpepper neglected to inform him of what fake last name Sara and Grissom would be assuming during their operation. Quickly Grissom blurted out the first name which came to him.

"Umm, Mr. Othello…" Sara busted out laughing at Grissom's response.

"What's wrong with her?" Greg inquired.

"She still can't help but become overjoyed when hearing her new last name, right honey?" Grissom tried to contain his amusement at Sara's present state.

"Uh huh…" She successfully calmed herself down and decided to wrap her arm around his waist which made Grissom jump in response. Her hands felt incredible against his body as he restrained himself from either walking away from the situation or intensifying it.

"Well, we're still waiting you guys!" Crystal stated as she put her head on her husband's shoulder.

"For what?" Grissom innocently asked.

"Oh honey… You know…" Sara smiled as she watched Grissom's eyes shift from side to side nervously. She took him by surprise that was for sure, as her lips landed on his hard. Sara knew very well that he couldn't pull away in the public eye and she took advantage of the situation in all it's entirety. He was softer then she could have imagined as she sucked on his bottom lip. A shiver ran down her spine as Grissom's tongue slid inside her mouth as his hands grabbed her ass. A soft moan escaped her as he continued to make love to her with his mouth, totally forgetting about their spectators. His passion took over his body, all the feelings he tried to restrain for more then five years of fantasies were released into one kiss. Their hearts both beat hard against their chest as their kiss came to an end. Neither one of them remember how long it had lasted, all they could remember was their neighbors all peering out of their windows and Greg and Crystal gawking at the couple with their mouths wide open. The two CSI's stared at each other; both taken aback by what had just occurred. Sara was the first to smile and Grissom followed with a large grin of satisfaction. He chose to hide his proof of arousal behind the bread maker which he picked up from the ground and held in front of him.

"Well I think we're going to let you two get settled in…Just remember to close the windows…" Greg let out a small chuckle as the couple made their way back to their residence.

"Wow, Griss I … Ummm….I never…" Sara searched for the words to describe what had just transpired.

"You never had a kiss that turned you on so much that you almost were at a point of release?" Grissom was more then turned on, he was barely hanging on from a thread at the thought of taking Sara and making love to her harder and longer then he had ever had to any woman before. He had to restrain himself. He just had to.

"Grissom…" Sara cupped his face with her hands as his eyes closed and succumbed to her touch. "This isn't just for show is it? Please say it isn't…"

"Honey, right now I want to take you into that house and fuck you so hard that it will make you forget about any other man you've ever been with." Grissom's eyes turned black with passion as he watched Sara's face turn red.

"God Grissom…You better not be faking this or I'm going to kill you. And you know very well I could get away with it." Grissom lifted Sara up off of the ground and her arms wrapped instinctively around his neck. She gracefully allowed her tongue to slide along his neck and took the opportunity of sucking on one of his earlobes.

"Sara if you keep this up I'm going to come right now..."

"Well then I better be a good wife and just be patient huh?" She grinned once more as she heard a small animalistic grunt come from Grissom as he swung open the door and carried Sara over the threshold. He quickly took in their new surroundings as he slammed the door shut forcibly with one foot behind him. To his luck the bedroom was straight ahead down a small hallway, he didn't bother turning on the lights as he threw Sara down on their king size bed.

"Grissom, I have to admit I like this animal side of you." Sara sucked her finger and watched in fascination as Grissom's erection grew bigger threw his jeans.

"God you don't know what that does to me when you do that…" Grissom climbed on top of Sara allowing her to feel the peak of his arousal.

"I think I can imagine…" Sara's thoughts were cut short at the touch of Grissom's lips landing hard on hers. Her tongue dancedwith his as her shirt was slowly unbuttoned with a brief amount of restraint.

"Honey, are we going too fast… I don't want to do anything you're not ready for."

"Grissom, I've been ready and waiting for more then five years, if you don't take me now I won't be responsible for my actions." After stating what Sara believed to be the obvious, she slid her hand along Grissom's manhood, feeling him grow bigger with every move.

"Sara, don't start something you don't plan on finishing." Grissom slid off her shirt and loomed over her, taking in her exposed chest. Her lace bra created a desirable amount of cleavage, enticing him to lick every inch of her exposed flesh.

"God Grissom…" Sara arched her back as he reached behind her back to undo her bra, removing it with ease making her believe that he had some practice under his belt. Her negative thoughts were vanquished as he sucked on her left nipple; making her more turned on then she had ever been in her entire life. A loud moan rumbled from her chest as she looked up to see utter hunger in Grissom's eyes.

"Honey, what do you want me to do for you?" Grissom started to undo his belt as he kept his eyes on hers. As he undid his button Sara's hands quickly took over. She undid the fly with a dire urgency as her fingers stoked his member.

"Grissom, I want you to take me now, long and hard. No holding back babe. If I'm going to have you, I want all of you now…" And with that remark Grissom grabbed his pants and threw them off in the corner of the room. His boxers quickly came off just as fast as Sara could climb out of her pants. Just as she was about to slide her lace underwear off Grissom grabbed her hand.

"Let me…" Grissom slid his hand down to the front of her panties and slid them off only using his teeth. The action left Sara wetter then she could have ever imagined. With slight embarrassment, she realized that she was displaying herself for him wearing nothing but the desire painted on her face. Grissom showed no hesitation as she took in his form. His broad shoulders glistened in sweat and several beads made their way down to his ass which was chiseled to perfection. His size is what Sara worried about.

"God Grissom you're…"

"Big?" His stream of kisses loomed over her breasts and slowly made their way down to her belly button; his tongue made slow circles inside it before finding interest inside her thighs. Another load moan erupted from Sara as she let her head jet back as his breath drew near her opening.

"Fuck Grissom, I can't take this anymore…I waited long enough don't you think?" Sara was rewarded with a hard thrust into her opening as Grissom's manhood penetrated her hard and swift. A scream was all she could respond with as he filled up inside her with no hesitations. Exactly what she wanted.

"This is all I ever needed…You under me…Me fucking you, finally having you as close as I could get you. And God you feel better then I could have ever fantasized about." He continued thrusting into her as hard as he could, grabbing her hands above her head holding her down, never wanting to let go. "Is this what you want?" Grissom grunted under his breath, continuing to hold his eye contact with Sara.

"Yessss! Harder, I want you to take me without holding back. I want everything you got Griss." Sara held her breath as Grissom cried out in passion as he smacked into her with all his strength. As his thrusts met the demand of all his passion, Sara began to cry out in pain and in pleasure. Not hearing her, he continued to let his desire take over him succumbing to all of his carnal thoughts.

"Grissom…" Sara's body appeared to be the likeliness of a rag doll as his strength and desire overpowered hers. In one animalistic grunt, Grissom spilled his seed into Sara as she cried out in release at the same time. He immediately grew silent as Sara stroked his face.

"God babe, that was incredible…Never would have I thought shy, conservative Gil Grissom was such an animal in bed." His face grew pale as he realized what he had done. He lost control. It was too easy, if he lost control in restraining his passion, could he lose control of his anger? He couldn't think of it, he didn't want to. All he wanted to do was sleep beside Sara and finally feel an emotion he thought he would never possess again. Love.

TBC…