Getting over Grissom
Chapter Five
"She has a long wingspan, she floats through the air, and touches down on to feed, or mate. They are a very aggressive species, and can fight to their death. Her mate would have been very possessive, he would have sterilized her, effectively preventing her from mating with another. He doesn't like to share." Sara's body was alive with feelings. His voice wrapped around her like a cocoon, warm and safe. His words left her fighting emotions. His breath just touching her ear was hot, sending shivers along her back, aching to lean back and fall into him and beg to be touched. She turned her head to look back at him and he is looking at the specimen on the wall.
"Grim," She turns and says his name, keeping the inch of space between them. "I…" A beeping sound comes from the kitchen.
"Dinner." He says calmly. He walks away leaving a void around her, leaving her unbalanced. She takes a cleansing breath, and follows him into the other room.
"Would you like a glass of wine, Sara?" He asks holding up a bottle of red wine.
"Yes, thank you." She searches his face for some effect of the interaction just moments ago, but he seems unaffected. "Grissom? What's going on?"
"Dinner." He smiles at her. "Have a seat. It is vegetarian." He points to her plate.
She smiles and shakes her head. "You remembered."
"How could I forget, I almost lost you?" He says trying to sound casual.
"The lab needed me, so I stayed." she adds, using his former argument. "This is good."
"Thank you. You know the lab could survive without you?" He drops his fork at the stunned, hurt look on her face. "That isn't what I meant."
"What did you mean?" Sara eyes him, daring him to tell the truth.
"I was insensitive and you almost left because of me." He watches her reaction. "Why did you stay?"
"You know the answer to that." He nods.
"Now that that "this" is over, will you leave?" He asks the question he has been repeating to himself for days.
"Is there anything keeping me here?" He puts down his fork, folding his hands in front of him.
"How do you want me to answer that?" He stares at his folded hands.
"The truth, Grissom, the truth." She reaches over and touches his cheek gently bringing his eyes up to hers.
"You can't handle the truth?" He smirks and quotes the movie. "Truth is I can't handle the truth." They stare into each other's eyes as she strokes his cheek. "How about some dessert?"
"You just said you couldn't handle the truth but you are ready for chocolate?" She smiles deviously. A deep blush sneaks up his face. He smiles at her. "Maybe we could wait for dessert? I'll help you clean up."
"You don't have too." He says standing up to start clearing.
"I want to." She follows him into the kitchen with a couple dishes in hand. "If I open the dishwasher, am I going to find anything alive in there?"
He laughs, effectively breaking some of the tension. "No. Insects tend to like dirty places."
"Greg's brain must be crawling with them." She starts rinsing plates and loading them.
"I've been trying to work out those bugs for years." He rolls his eyes. Handing her a glass to load, "He is a good kid, just don't let him know I told you that."
"Wow, a Grissom compliment? It would go straight to his head."
"It would be eaten alive by the residents, who mess up his hair. What is it with the hair? Is it a style thing? Or is he just…"
"He is just Greg. He's trying to appear more grown up." She says in Greg's defense. "He really looks up to you."
"I'm proud of his hard work." He leans against the counter with his hip. "He has learned from the very best." He takes her hand and pulls her to him.
"Would that be Nicky?" He shakes his head. "Well Warrick is your favourite CSI?" He shakes his head and moves a little closer to her. "Cath?"
"No, not Catherine." He whispers against her cheek.
"Your blonde bimbo?" He moves his head back to look at her.
"Which blonde bimbo?" He looks confused.
"Sofia? Remember her, you took her out a few months ago." Sara glares at him.
"We discussed some career options." He looks a little confused. "You thought it was a date?" He smiles and shakes his head.
"Well that leaves the two of us?" She smiles at him and moves closer. "And since I learned from him too, so I know the answer. Let's have dessert." She moves away from him with a smile. He crosses his arms across his chest and smiles at her devilishly. "Bowls, spoons?"
"Let's take this on to the sofa." He picks up the too bowls and carries them out. She follows with fresh coffee. He sits down at one end of the sofa; she sits curled up at the other. "After this I will introduce you to my little pet."
"Are you talking about what I think you're talking about?"
"Why Sara, what kind of mind do you think I have? I was talking to about Bert."
"Bert?" She raises her eyebrows.
He takes her bowl and puts on the coffee table with his. "Close your eyes. I'll be right back."
"Grissom, you are creeping me out here." She laughs, but she loves the playful Grissom, so she plays along. She listens as he walks back in the room.
"Here hold out your hand." He takes her hand and cups it. She feels tiny movements on her arm, so soft but for a tiny tickle sensation. She laughs, and opens her eyes to see a huge, ugly hairy spider on her arm. "Sara meet Bert." She smiles into the boyish eyes.
"You think Bert is going to scare me off." She challenges.
"I think he likes you." He whispers as they watch Bert crawl from her arm on to the bare skin of her belly. She giggles as he touches a ticklish spot. Grissom watches her face, fascinated. "Don't make any sudden moves. He's harmless but has a mean bite." She raises her eyes to him and then back down to Bert. Bert starts to climb up under her shirt.
"Bert? Don't make me squash you." Sara giggles. She looks up to watch Grissom watching the spider move under her shirt. "Hey Grissom," His eyes look up at hers with desire. "Bert is headed to second base, and his hasn't even made me dinner yet."
"Lucky Bert." Grissom slides his hand Gently under her shirt. Her muscles tensing under the light caress. "Here Bert." Grissom smiles at his spider as he guides him out. "You need to find your own species. This one is mine." He slips Bert back into his terrarium. "Sara." He pulls her close into his arms, his hands on both sides of her face. He observes her face as if it were a piece of evidence or an insect. He gently brushes her cheeks with his thumbs. She opens her mouth to speak, but he brushes his thumb across her lower lip, shaking his head. "Sara, I don't have the words, for this. I'm scared, of this. But faced with the fear of loosing you, that is my biggest fear. Sara, please don't leave me."
"Gil, I'm here, I've always been here. I always will be. I'm not going anywhere, no matter how hard I try, I always find my way back to you." She looks at him eye to eye, conveying her words verbally, mentally and when their lips finally meet she convinces him physically.
The end.
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