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Authors: Jacquie and Sassy

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Ramblings

Chapter 18

Sara sat nervously playing with her hair and looking out the window. They had just passed the sign that told them they were now in Tamales Bay. She hadn't called her mother. That way she could back out if things got to be to much.

"Grissom, don't let me mother's questions get to you. She can be a real bitch sometimes." Sara wanted to warn him. She didn't want him thrown in without being able to prepare. "She is not like me. She is to the point. And don't mention the baby. Please?"

"Whatever you want, Sar."

"It's not that I am not happy about this." She said pointing to her stomach. "Her life has been hell, and she thinks I am not serious about you. I've been telling her about you for years. She just don't get it." Sara held his hand tighter. The air felt think inside the car. She rolled the window down to catch some fresh air. "Turn left up here, Grissom. It's the third driveway on the right after that."

Grissom gave Sara's hand a gentle squeeze. They pulled into the driveway a few minutes later. "It's now or never, Gil. Like I said, don't mind her mouth. She just spouts off."

"I'll be fine, sweetheart," Grissom reassured Sara. To himself he added I've dealt with people like her before

They walked slowly to the front door. Sara reached out to knock, but the door was pulled open suddenly. A man with a cigarette hanging from his lips had opened it. "Sara?"

"Yeah, Stevey. It's me." Stevey picked her up and spun her around.

"Your mom will be so happy. She keeps saying you don't love her and you forgot about her and all." Stevey told her as he placed her back on the floor.

"Where is she?" Sara asked. "How is she doing, Stevey?"

"She is at the grocery story. She is doing better. Not too many nightmares anymore. She has began counseling finally. She should be home soon." Stevey told her glancing at Grissom for the first time.

"Stevey, this is Gil Grissom, my boyfriend. Gil, this is Stevey, my uncle. He is my mom's youngest brother." Sara carefully took the cigarette from his lips and put it out.

Grissom shook the man's hand. "Hello."

"Hello, so you are Grissom? Sara never talks of anything else when she calls home. Nice to put a face with a name." He ushered them inside to the living room. "Can I get you anything, Mr. Grissom?"

"Just a glass of water if you have it, please?"

"Coming up." Stevey said as he walked to the kitchen.

"So, Love, you okay?" Sara asked. She just needed reassurance. His mom was like Heaven compared to this visit. She was hoping this wouldn't turn into Hell.

"I'm fine, Sara," Grissom said, smiling at her. "If you get uncomfortable though, don't stay here for my benefit."

"I won't." She said too quickly. "I mean, if I can't handle it, we will have to leave. Me and Laura are like oil and water most times. That is why I chose to stay with my foster family."

Just then, the front door swung open. "Who's car is blocking my driveway? Damn it, Stevey. I told you to only let your friends come when I was working." Then she spotted Sara and Grissom seated on the couch. Sara's face fell at the sight of her. Her clothes were stained and wrinkled. She reeked of stale beer and cigarettes. Sara knew her mother didn't drink or smoke. She worked one of the local bars. "Sara? When did you get here? You should've called." She immediately sat the groceries on the table by the door and went to her and hugged her daughter close.

Sara returned the hug. She pulled back slowly. "Mom, I want you to meet someone." Sara reached for Grissom's hand and pulled him to his feet. "This is Gil Grissom, my boyfriend."

Laura Sidle just stared at him.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Sidle." Grissom told her in his most polite voice.

Laura smiled slowly at him. "So, your are the man my daughter hasn't stopped talking about for ten straight years." Laura said.

"Yes, ma'am."

She turned from him to Sara, "How'd you do it, Sunny? I thought you told me he didn't give a damn about anyone?"

Sara couldn't believe that her mother had taken their private conversation and used it against her. "I was upset that night and you know it."

"Yeah. So what'd you do? Get drunk? You carrying his child?" Laura asked looking at her like she was dirt.

"No." Sara answered before Grissom could say anything. "It just happened, Laura. I was patient with him. That was all he needed."

"I love your daughter very much, Mrs. Sidle. I have for a long time," Grissom told Laura, trying to keep his voice polite and calm.

"Laura, we're tired. We got a room over at the Sunflower Bed and Breakfast. We need to check in. We'll be here for a few days." Sara needed to get out of there. Laura was still pushing her away. She couldn't stand it another minute. She took Grissom's hand and led him to the door.

Stevey took that moment to return. "Leaving, Sara?"

"Yeah. We'll come back tomorrow. Just a little tired from all that driving." She didn't give her mom time to say anything else. They turned and left.

Grissom continued to look at Sara. He wanted to be there for her, but he didn't want to push her either if she didn't want to talk.

"Want me to drive?" he asked.

"Would you?" Sara said as she felt tears forming. "Why can't she just be nice?"

Grissom took Sara in his arms, holding her tightly against him.

"Gil, lets get out of here." She pulled away from him slowly. She tried to smile at him. It was unsuccessful. "I want to talk to you, but not here. Please?"

"Sure, sweetheart." Grissom opened the passenger door for Sara.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Laura looking out the window at them. Sara climbed in. They drove to the bed and breakfast. Not the one she had told Laura but one close by.

"I know what I told her, Griss. I just don't want her showing up here and starting anything. And we couldn't stay there."

"It's okay, honey. You don't have to explain."

"Thanks." They got their room. Sara went to the bathroom. She stayed for about five minutes. When she finally emerged, she felt calm. "Griss, can you rub my back? I am starting to get a headache."

"Lay down, baby."

"Thanks." She did as he instructed. "Grissom, I'm sorry she was like that to you. She's always that way."

"It's okay." Grissom gently began massaging.

"I guess life dealt her a bad hand. I mean, I am not making excuses for her. I lived that life with her for 13 years, and I didn't let it make me angry at the world. It made me appreciate what I have, what I really wanted in life, and not settle for less. Why do you think I waited on you? I knew you were the good one. The only one or me. You'd never hurt me on purpose." His fingers felt good on her back. Her headache was easing and she was feeling better. "I love you. You are good to me."

"I love you too, Princess." Grissom bent down to press a kiss to the back of Sara's neck.

His kiss sent shivers down her spine. "I like that you make me feel so many different things at once. You make me feel like a silly school girl, like a woman, and like an equal all at once."

"I do my best."

"You certainly do. So what do you feel up to doing tonight?" Sara asked.

Grissom continued kissing her neck.

"That feels so good. I love it when you kiss me there." Sara said as she leaned into him and kissed him softly but eagerly.

"I love you, sweetheart."

She signed I love you back to him. She was secretly proud of herself. His mom had taught her a little before they left.

Grissom smiled at her.

"Shocked?" Sara asked as she lay back down on the bed.

"Pleasantly surprised."

"Good. Cause I plan on learning it all. I want to be able to talk to your mom without you editing what you want me to know and not know." Sara said as he headed for the bathroom door...She had caught him.

Grissom's cheeks turned bright red. Then Sara heard him chuckle.

She smiled and called from the bed, "You need any help in there?"

"I think I'll take a shower. Care to join me?" he called to her.

She removed her clothes and joined him in the bathroom. He already had the shower going. He was standing their naked. The steam from the shower was already fogging up the mirror. "Let's not waste the hot water. God only knows how much we will actually get anyway." She was standing under the shower. Letting the water beat down her back.

Grissom stepped in behind her, picking up the face cloth. He washed her back. He finished with her back and stepped from under the shower to let him get under. She preceded to wash his back. She moved the cloth in slow circles. Kissing it every now and then. She scrubbed his chest and neck. She kissed him tenderly as the water rinsed the soap from their skin.

She began to softly caress him. First it was his neck with kisses and touches then slowly she made her way down. Her hand found his arousal and slowly and tenderly began to stroke it.

Grissom's eyes closed as he arched against the shower wall.

"Touch me, Love." Sara whispered in his ear. She nibbled his ear as she continued to stroke him. She wanted him inside her, but resisted that urge. She wanted to make this last.

His hands went first to her stomach and then up to her chest. His fingers gently stroked her nipple. She moaned softly. She slowly began to move faster. Grissom moaned against her neck, letting her go at her own pace. She backed up to the wall and pulled him with her. She wanted him inside her and didn't want to wait any longer.

Grissom eagerly plunged into her, groaning her name in her ear.

"Slow, Gil." She caressed him anywhere she could reach. Kissed and tasted him everywhere. "So good, Love." She moaned loudly.

Grissom continued to move, whispering in Sara's ear. "You're so beautiful...I love you."

"I love you." She had wrapped both her legs around his waist by then. Made it easier for them both that way. She clung to him and him to her. She felt a fire burn within her center and explode making her weak but she still continued to caress him. She needed him to feel what she was feeling. She begged him silently with her body to let go for her.

He did. He shivered against her as he clung to her.

"That's it, Love. You make me feel so good, Gil. Don't ever stop loving me?" Sara said, as she let her legs slip softly to the shower floor. They were shaking.