Hold the day down a while
Grissom and Sara meet after work. Pieces of conversation and maybe something more. Let's say season 6 onwards when most people think they are already together. Episode narratives from Wikipedia added as a reminder. Just think about their exchanges at the end of Swap Meet and Way to Go but a tiny bit (or a lot) more intimate and you get my idea.
Not mine, just ran off with them after rewatching each episode. A homage to both CSI and GSR.
Big thank you to WalkerTRngr for beta work!
6.1. Bodies in Motion
The team tackles three separate cases: Grissom and Nick investigate the case of a murdered couple found in bed in a suspicious trailer explosion; Catherine and Warrick look into the death of a stripper discovered dead in the worst part of town; and Greg and Sara try to find the killer of two bodies found decomposed after spending five days in the trunk of a car.
"You are late."
Leaning in the doorpost and toying with the handle, Sara pursed her lips trying hard not to smile at Grissom standing at her doorstep. His hands were buried in his pockets and he was wearing the same shirt and pants she left him with. She knew she couldn't fake annoyance for long, she was just too happy to see him alone at last and the way he was gazing back at her was as if he was thinking exactly the same thing.
"Blame it on the wife," he sighed. "Can I come in?"
Stepping aside, Sara blinked in confusion; "Wife?"
Grissom took the chance to rush inside and shut the door behind him. "Catherine didn't tell you? Warrick got married and Nick wanted us guys to celebrate at Pepper Mill's. The music in that place is just horrible ..."
"Warrick got married?" Sara squealed. "Didn't see that coming".
"Yeah, me neither." He confessed, a hint of irritation in the corner of his lip. "Warrick was always ... self-reliant."
"Like you?" she teased coming closer, brushing his lips with her own. Grissom growled and held her chin up to kiss her softly. Soon both their hands were all over each other and hungry mouths collided. When his tongue traced her cheek down to her neck and he tugged at her bathrobe, Sara put her hands on his chest and pushed him back; "tell me the truth, do I smell like goo?"
Grissom didn't appreciate the interruption but taking in her worried expression he smirked.
"The decomp? How did that go really?"
"You don't wanna know," Sara's mouth twitched at the thought and she described how the slimy substance splashed over Greg's mouth but Grissom seemed unaffected. "Unless of course you do like to know and Greg was right." His brows lifted in question so she tried to imitate Greg's voice; "Grissom would probably taste it on purpose".
"Reeally?" it was his turn to pull a face now. "Then maybe I can taste it on you."
"Griss! That's not funny. I just used a dozen lemons and half of my shower gel."
Sniffing her hair he suggested; "orange blossoms, right? How is that working for you?" Actually can I borrow it and have a shower myself? It was a long day and I'm afraid I stink too" he chuckled and made a beeline for the bathroom, Sara following him slightly exasperated.
She caught up at the door and stood watching him getting rid off his clothes, slowly revealing muscly arms, legs and um ... more. She could literally drool over him and scolding herself she made an effort to avert her eyes elsewhere, resting them at last on a stain up on the ceiling.
She recalled their day at the field, "it was nice to have the team back ... at least that's how it started."
"You know, Catherine practically called me a pervert for breaking us up again."
"Interesting word."
"You think? and what's so interesting up there?" Grissom nodded to where she was staring.
"Um, nothing" she swallowed, lowering her head and her eyes met with his well built back, "I was just thinking of today's cases. Random, thoughtless violence … It makes you wonder why."
"Sometimes there's no why, only people being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Just remind me never to fall asleep behind the wheel.
"You got it. The least I could do after you defended me to that thick headed officer, Metcalf. I'm not a pain in the ass am I? It's just that preconception vexes me."
Grissom smirked at her through the mirror. "I better make sure to remember that." Turning around he offered a full view of his manhood.
"Now, care to take another shower with me my gooey lady?"
Sara grinned wickedly. "I thought you'd never ask. You know, I had a dream last night and you only had your straw hat on. It tormented me all day."
Grissom's eyes glinted and he stepped around her back to peel her bathrobe down her shoulders, "is this the one where you wear the blue coveralls? But mind you, no Greg."
"Oh, Greg is harmless." Sara moaned when he dipped his mouth to her pulse point and pulled her into his arms.
"I'm not."
6.2. Room service
Nick and Warrick investigate the suspicious murder of a young movie star who is found dead after a night of partying in his hotel suite. Meanwhile, Grissom, Catherine, and Sara uncover two murders among the immigrant laundry workers from the same hotel.
"In the end, the rich and the poor are in the same place together, not much difference between them now lying in their graves."
Grissom didn't have anything more profound to add to her rant and Sara bit her bottom lip, her fingertips chasing sesame seeds on the table. Every now and then she would bend over and offer Hank a little treat. The cunning rascal always curled up at her feet since he got a whiff of her weakness. Her plate was still full but he knew by now that this didn't mean she disliked his cooking, she just couldn't eat much when she was still thinking about a case. And today it was two cases, well-tied together. She wasn't done reflecting on them and he enjoyed it when she shared her thoughts with him.
"People will risk everything just because of greed, only to end up in the morgue," she went on, staring at him absentmindedly as he was having his last bite already. Placing down the fork he sighed, "we all end up in the morgue some day."
"Yeah, we do. So ultimately, there is equality in the world. It's just too late to appreciate any of it when you are dead."
Grissom reached out to take her hand and place a soft kiss on her palm. "I hope it's not too late for me to appreciate your beauty today. You look like spring."
Sara beamed. "Well, you do know how to boost a girl's mood. I think Catherine and Sofia were really classy today too".
"We may not party like movie stars but we do have our girls dressed up." His boyish grin made her smile.
"Speaking of which, that was some party this guy had. Auto-erotic asphyxiation?"
"That was the COD and like I told Warrick it was in the days of public hangings that people first noticed that men would get erection and even ejaculate. They even called it the killer orgasm."
"You are not serious."
"I am. It's like your Mile High Club. Euphoria through low oxygen levels in your brain. Same mechanism."
"What do you mean by my Mile High Club?"
"You know ... that Barbie guy of yours in the plane."
"His name was Ken."
"Mm-hmm..."
Both held each other's gaze playfully and then Sara narrowed her eyes suspiciously. " Have you ever tried it?"
"Have I ever tried what?"
"Don't play dumb. To enhance your pleasure with asphyxiation."
"No."
"Just no? You mean I won't find a pantyhose in your closet?"
"You want to search my bedroom now?"
"Or maybe your friend Lady Heather has some toys to share."
Grissom scowled at her and she crossed her arms in front of her in defense. A minute later he cracked a smile, got up and circled her back bringing his hands to fondle her shoulders over her shirt.
"Why would I need to enhance my pleasure? My pleasure is already very high."
"Is it?" Her voice slightly quivered as his hands moved to caress her front.
"You know it is. That's why you put on that semi transparent shirt today didn't you? You expected a dinner invitation."
"No ... Grissom ..." He was gently massaging her breasts now over the thin fabric and placing soft kisses on her neck making her lean back in the chair involuntarily. She didn't want to appear so needy but his hands and lips felt so good ... she should probably save some face and stand up but that was easier said than done. His warm hands were slowly unbuttoning her shirt and driving circles underneath. Fingers delved deeper in her pants while his mouth was teasing her earlobe, oh fuck it, she came here wanting to seduce him and look at her now, sprawled out on a kitchen chair, almost begging him to undress her and carry her naked into his bed. She was so far gone and it never felt better. Sara silently praised herself for bringing some extra underwear with her because her panties were completely soaked by now. She should feel some shame but she didn't. She just felt wonderful.
"Sara ..."
"Hmm?"
"I think you'd be more comfortable in my bed. Plus, we have to keep Hank out of this."
"Promise you won't stop?"
"Wouldn't even dare."
6.3 Bite me
The CSI team investigates the case of a woman found dead on the staircase of her suburban home. Suspicion quickly falls on the victim's husband, but the blood-spattered evidence tells a complicated story.
Sara had just pulled into her parking space when her phone rang. It was him of course and she allowed herself to take in a deep breath before answering in her most neutral voice.
"Sidle."
"Sara ... what's up?"
"Hi Griss ... fine."
"I thought you'd come over here tonight."
"Um, I'm a little tired actually. I'd better catch up with some sleep."
"I thought you liked sleeping in my bed."
"I do, I certainly do, just not today."
"Is this about my little comment earlier?"
Sara let out a frustrated sigh, sometimes he was just impossible. She'd better hang up before she'd say anything she would later regret, but hearing his gruff voice after work had become an addiction.
"You know I didn't actually mean we are suffocating each other, right?"
"You didn't? It certainly sounded like that ... and you know what, you are right, I need some me-time and so do you."
"Don't do that."
"What? I'm not doing anything. That's the point, isn't it? To stop doing, stop thinking too much. Take it all easy. Romance should be simple; have some dinner, some sex, watch a movie maybe and ... back to work."
"Will you stop?"
"We don't need anything more complicated. Work is complicated enough, there is no need for more stress in our lives. You were right ..."
"I was wrong. Just get off this train of thought you are on."
"Catherine said coworkers as lovers never works."
"She's just bitter after Warrick got married. Come here please."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?"
"Why, Gil?"
"Because ... because I need you."
"You need me?"
"Are you going to make me beg? I need you and my need for you makes it sometimes hard to breathe. That's what I was trying to say."
"You are just playing me now right? But it's a nice thought, I'll give you that."
"Sara?"
"I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"Bring the lube."
6.4 Shooting Stars
The CSIs are called in when a homeowner finds a disheveled group of teenagers dumping a body in his yard. It is soon discovered that the group is a cult, but when Grissom and Catherine find the cult's headquarters, they find the members all dead from what appears to be a mass suicide.
Sara liked to watch when Grissom was busy in her kitchen. No matter what clothes he wore, a suit or a bath robe like today, he could move around in easy graceful steps as if he was performing for a cooking show. He had become familiar with her cookware arrangement by now and he always put everything back into its place after use. It seems they both liked an uncluttered workspace. He wasn't bad at cleaning either and thankfully he had never brought over any of his gross experiments. Yet.
He was just making tea for them now, an organic green one she had picked up in her weekly shopping trip. He used the genuine Japanese tea set he had bought for her as a gift, a beautiful flowery teapot and matching cups so fine she dreaded the thought of them slipping through her fingers when she did the washing. He offered a cup to her and sipped from his own, his piercing eyes holding her gaze above the brim.
Smacking his lips he asked the question occupying his brain at work. "Do you believe we are alone in the universe?
"Well, if there is any life out there I just hope it's a better version."
"Better how? No evil?" His eyelids fluttered and his face took a dreamy expression. "It's only in the dark that you can see the stars."
"Well, that's all very poetic but I'm sure we could do without the crime. That would mean no CSIs in this alternate universe.
"Would you give up your job for humanity?"
"Gladly. You?"
"If there were space bugs. Imagine the species."
"You are incorrigible." Sara sighed and took another sip.
"People always visualized aliens in human form. I find these variations of shape and color very limiting. Extraterrestrial life could be nothing like we imagine. There might not even be a face to look upon or arms and legs, not a sex even..."
"That's not very promising."
"Why?"
"Well, without arms how can you hug someone and without visual sex how can you make love?"
"Maybe there's telepathy and it's enough to do it by thought alone," he shrugged.
"Is that what you were training hard to achieve all these years?" Sara smirked, catching him speechless at last. Smiling, she took both their cups and placed them gently on the table then turned and slipped her hands under his robe and caressed his bare chest up to the nape of his neck. She nuzzled up against him feeling the sensations in him stirring slowly. When his lust had been visibly awakened she tilted her head slightly and touched his neck with her lips.
"Do you want me to stay still and just think about you?" she murmured in her huskier tone.
Grissom leaned in and his breath brushed over her earlobe;
"Telepathy is overrated."
6.05 Gum Drops
The CSIs are called to a house in which the inhabitants, a family of four, have gone missing, and large pools of blood cover parts of the floor. Murder is immediately suspected, but without any bodies, it is difficult for the team to ascertain what happened.
After two failed attempts knocking at the door, Grissom decided to use the key she'd given him last week and opened it. It felt awkward to do so but at the same time thrilling, not only was she welcoming him into her bed but also into her life. The living room was lit but empty and then he heard the shower running. Before he could head for the bathroom she emerged with a towel folded over her head and another one wrapped around her body. She was so beautiful.
"Hey."
Sara jerked her head in his direction and he held his hands up in a way to calm her down. "I'm sorry to startle you but you couldn't hear my knocking dear so I, um, used the key."
"Oh, it's ok" she beamed at his endearment, "no need to knock if you have a key do you? Her happy smile made his heart flutter as always and he was glad he hadn't stayed at home after the long journey. She stepped closer looking concerned. "How was your flight? Aren't you tired?
"Not so tired as to miss seeing you," he confessed.
"And the dreadful body farm?"
"Dreadful enough and densely populated. You should have come with me."
"People would have started to get suspicious if we both got a field trip out of town don't you think? Besides, I've had enough death for a day, thank you."
"I heard you found a live body for a change."
"Yeah, Nick had been right about the little girl, Cassie. I've never seen him act this way before though. Like he was rescuing a person and not recovering a body, you know?"
"Maybe he was trying to make it up to the world for his own cheat on death."
"Maybe, but I'm worried. The case really got to him."
"It seems it got to you too."
Sara yanked her head towel off and let it slip over the chair, then went around and sat down in the corner of the couch combing through her wet hair with her fingers. Grissom sat down by her side putting his arm around her. "What is it Sara?"
"I just realized today how cynical I've become. Like I always expect the worst from people. Is it because of the job? I don't know. What do you think Grissom?"
"I think you are objective and thorough and that's what makes you a good CSI. And that is my objective opinion Sidle, even if that towel is not covering a lot right now."
Sara gave him that lopsided smile he adored and pulled the hem of her towel tighter against her body. "Thank you. There is something else I'm not sure I want to share but I probably should. I had a bit of nausea this morning, maybe it was the print dust, I don't know, which had never happened to me before and ... I had an HCG test." Dreading his reaction she was quick to add; "false alarm, don't worry. There, you have it."
Grissom 's face went from shocked to upset to relieved and finally sad. Why was he sad?
He took her hand in his and caressed her fingers one by one. "I'm ... I'm sorry. Are you ok?"
"Of course." She could see he was slowly withdrawing. "Are you ok Gil?"
He cleared his throat, "I'm good when you are good. Come lie down with me?"
Sara's eyebrows arched up to that familiar worried expression but he didn't want to talk about it right now. Not before he could ponder about it himself first; His own reaction had been a surprise to himself. The matter had never crossed his mind before but somehow he was strangely hoping for a positive result, how was that possible? It wasn't, it was unsettling. Fortunately Sara had learned to read the signs of his reluctance for conversation and didn't insist for more. She just got up instead and headed to the bedroom and he followed. It would be alright as soon as he lied in her arms, the emerging headache would subside and the fog in his head would clear. Everything would be all right in her loving embrace.
6. 06 Secrets and Flies
When a young mother is found dead in what appears to be a suicide, the CSIs find evidence to the contrary, thus opening up a homicide investigation. Meanwhile, Grissom, under pressure from the Sheriff and Ecklie, must disprove the evidence presented by a corrupt entomologist in court.
"Damn! I'm late. You got rid of the suit." Sara tossed her keys and jacket on the table and met Grissom laying on the couch in a shirt and lounge pants. Hank sprang out to welcome her, his tail wagging like crazy. She squatted down to rub him in all his favorite spots and patted him on the head.
"Why would I be watching TV in a suit?" Grissom shrugged.
"In case your suit-loving girlfriend comes around?"
Grissom smirked and lifted his legs to make room for her. "I thought Sara Sidle cared about the brains and not the looks."
"A little gift wrap is always a bonus," she said playfully and leaned in for a quick kiss. Tossing her boots aside she snuggled beside him appreciating his warmth."
"So, how was your shift with Catherine?"
"Educating at least. You can ask me anything about in vitro fertilization, surrogate mothers and project Sunflower and I'll fill you in."
He wanted to ask her about a lot of things but first he wanted to know about her relationship with Catherine. Were things between them finally smooth?
"So, how is everything going with the blonde?"
"Sofia? You tell me, she was looking for you."
"Sara! Ecklie was looking for me, I can't believe you are still jealous of Sofia."
"I'm not jealous," she growled. "I'm just keeping an eye on her in case she gets any strange ideas about dates again. It's not her fault really, how would she know you are taken if you don't tell?"
"Ok, ok you are right. Now tell me about Catherine, how were the two of you together and why do you think she lashed out on the head of project Sunflower?"
Sara shrugged pondering on how to best describe her female coworker. "Catherine is a badass." Then she elaborated on their philosophical conversation with the Sunflower woman, "she has a strong pro-choice opinion and I guess she couldn't accept the basis of the whole concept; apparently there's a debate on when embryo life actually begins. Is it when sperm meets egg, when the embryo stirs in the womb or at the time of birth? Catherine said you said life starts when the embryo is infused with blood?"
"Not me, the Book of Leviticus. Life starts with flesh. I don't know if that's true but many scientists won't carry out experiments on embryos older than 14 days." Sara didn't react to his comment and Grissom layed back on the couch pulling her gently in his lap so that her back rested against his chest and she was nestled between his legs. When he felt her body relaxing he asked her; "What do you think?"
She toyed with his fingers contemplating an answer. She did ask herself about the same thing during the investigation but it just didn't seem that important an argument for her. "I guess I only care about people respecting other people and their choices. And that rarely is the case, sadly."
Sara always could think outside the box, another thing Grissom admired about her. He wondered if he could push for more but he needed to tread carefully; "and what is your choice?"
She let the weight of her head lean on his sternum and drew his arms around her. So he was still thinking about the fake pregnancy alarm and didn't have the nerve to tell her. For all his grit and fortitude Gil Grissom was such a coward.
"I didn't exactly have a role model for motherhood in my life you know, so I never considered having a child of my own and never had to think about it to be honest. But if you are asking me what my choice would be between a pregnancy and an abortion, the answer is I wouldn't kill your baby if you wanted to be a father Gil. I would never do that."
A surge of happiness filled Grissom's heart and he squeezed her tighter in his arms. Her defiant and open heart left him speechless at times. He was so lucky to have her in his life after all the years of denial. Never mind promotions and politics; he never needed any of that, he just needed Sara by his side, whether they were meant to be parents or not.
6.07 & 6.08 A Bullet Runs Through it Part I & II
The team must investigate the death of a police officer who died during a shootout, leaving hundreds of bullets at the crime scene. The case grows controversial when it turns out that Sofia Curtis and Jim Brass were with the victim during the shootout, especially when it turns out the officer died from friendly fire. The team, as well as the police department, also contend with the city's enraged Latino community when a young boy is found shot and in critical condition along the path of a fleeing suspect from the shootout.
A/N: CSI-wise this 2-part was the best written, directed and acted episode in season 6 in my opinion. This is rated M because it was tense and they needed some release.
"Grissom!" Sara shouted waving at him as he was pushing his way through the crowd trying to find shelter from the endless questions being thrown at him. He spotted her and used the files he was holding as a shield to shove past people separating him from the only person he wanted to spend the rest of this mayhem of a day with.
"Sara," he grabbed her hand, "let's get out of here!"
They both ducked and when they managed to reach the exit they plunged outside. " What a nightmare!" Sara exhaled. "Imagine how it could turn out if you hadn't done such a solid, unbiased presentation, you are so brave."
Grissom took an extra breath or two before he could answer. "Truth doesn't need bravery, it just needs to be revealed."
"Come on, you know that sometimes truth is just not enough. People only want to believe what they already think it's true. Even a handsome forensics expert can't always turn their heads to the right direction," she pouted.
"It is what it is," he shrugged, "Now honey, can you give me a ride home please, I'll tell them my SUV broke down."
"At your service, follow me," she swiftly turned around and guided him with hurried steps to her car." As soon as they got inside, Sara turned on the ignition and unparked. The next moment they were on their way to Grissom's house, far from prying eyes and he was free to stroke her thigh which he did with a relieved sigh.
"At last!"
She smiled and after a brief brushing of his hand she stayed focused on the road and they drove all the way in silence. They both felt for Brass but there was nothing they could say to make it better, only time could. Truth be told, anyone could be in his place right now, people were always easier on judging others to hide their own weakness. Sofia had also gone through a terrible ordeal and Sara felt for her but her clinging to Grissom was wrong for a lot of reasons. Stealing glances at him she could see he was growing weary until finally his eyelids dropped and his breath eased down to a rustle. She couldn't wait to play with the soft curls behind his ear, the thought making her already warm inside. Soon, she promised herself.
When he opened his eyes again the car was parked and Sara looked like she was contemplating something. "What's wrong?" he grunted, arching his back.
"I don't have any extra clothes in the car."
"So what? I have so many extras in my place you could last a month."
Sara raised her eyebrows amused. "A month is a stretch but I heard the supervisor gave us a day-off."
"Believe it or not, it was Ecklie's idea as an appreciation for the team effort. You guys did good."
"Well, as Hodges told Bobbie, we are your soldiers."
"The man is getting on everyone's nerves apparently. Greg complained."
"Greg had a rough day, that's all. Hodges is ok, I feel for him actually, student's pet and all."
"Is that why you were happy to take his place in the alley?"
"I guess I'm great at tossing guns. Speaking of which, do I get any special prize for juggling?"
"I may think of something if you move your ass and come inside."
"I can move my ass in here just fine," she answered, climbing to his side and somehow managing to settle her long legs to straddle him. She held his bearded face between her palms and leaned in to kiss him softly."
"Sara..." he murmured, now completely awakened.
"Yes baby?" she felt the bulge growing under her and she giggled in his mouth."
He slipped his hands around her neck and pulled her closer as he pressed his mouth over her parting lips, his tongue seeking her own. Sara moaned surprised by his urgent moves and helped his fingers find the clasp of her bra under her shirt. The air had grown thicker by the minute and Sara hoped the steamed up windows were enough to cover their brazenness. Grissom curiously, didn't seem to care and was busy working his right hand to find the lever that would have the seat reclined. Then he helped her turn around on top of him and worked to pull down their pants and underwear. Their arousal compensated for the awkward position and he entered her biting her earlobe while his hands drove pleasurably over her labia. Her climax came at a shocking speed and he followed right after. As their breathing slowly relaxed, his hands kept circling lovingly over her belly.
"God Sara, you drive me crazy. I haven't done this since college."
She chuckled and pulled her clothes back up, arching her back to help him do the same.
"I think we better get out of here before someone calls the cops. I wonder who'd be more surprised to find out, Hodges or Catherine."
"Not sure which is worse."
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
W. Shakespeare, Sonnett 116
TBC