A/N: Wondering who's voice it was on the answering machine dontcha? Well, I have to be honest... I had absolutely no idea myself. When I was writing it I was thinking about Sara's brother, but since I don't know anything about him I decided to skip that thought. So... Still making up who it is, I'll start writing my seventh chap now. Enjoy! And PLEASE do not forget to R&R! I'm just a simple Dutch girl, so I NEED the feedback on my English at the least!

Sara was shocked to recognize the voice on her answering machine as Ecklie's. Bet y'all didn't saw that coming ;-) What the hell was he thinking calling her at home, on her day off? How did he get her number in the first place. That creep probably went through her file for this.

"I enjoyed our little encounter at the K-mart just now..." Man, this guy was FAST, she had only left there half an hour ago! "... and I thought maybe we could do it again sometime." Yuck! "So hey, give me a call, or just visit me in my office. -BEEP-"

Sara shuddered. Running in to Ecklie wasn't enough? Now he wanted to 'do it again'? At the moment she was clueless on what to do about this. She definately wanted to tell Ecklie to take a hike and not return, but he was her boss. Should she go over his head? Should she tell Grissom?

Gris was more then her boss now. He finally had given her a piece of what she'd dreamed about since the first time she laid eyes on him. They weren't there yet though. He had given her his body, but she needed his mind.

She got into bed to get at least a few hours of sleep before her shift. She needed to be fresh and sharp in order to be able to nail those perps!

She almost overslept -two times in a row, what was wrong with her?- and she rushed to take a shower, grab a very quick bite to eat and head off to the lab.

This was going to be a bit awkward. Things were different now. Grissom was not only her supervisor, but also her lover. She knew he was going to be very professional about it and so would he expect her to be. She was goodat professionalism, but this was different, this was Grissom.

She couldn't wait to be alone with him. Not to do what they had done so well twice now, but to talk to him. She wanted to tell him about Ecklie, about her day. She wanted to just spend time with him for a while.

Lying on the couch, legs entwined. Something like that. Just time.

She parked her Denali in it's usual spot, and walked in to the lab.

Please don't let me run in to Ecklie, please don't let me run in to Ecklie, please don't let... FUCK IT!

"Sara!" The emphasis on the first syllable and the way he seemed to stretch out her name over too much time told her this meeting was well planned and waited for on his side.

"Ecklie." She stated as she had done at K-mart.

She couldn't wait to get away from this guy. She was not, nor had she ever been, interested in anything he had to say, let alone in him as a person.

One might think she simply had a thing for older men. Searching a father figure as she had lost hers at such a young age, but that was not it. Grissom just happened to be fifteen years older than her, which could -and had- obviously bring some trouble in a relationship, but it was just Grissom, and not this creep.

"Uh... Listen I was wondering if you heard my message..."

This guy really had NO clue about women or he would have picked up onmy-very evident-icy glare.

"Yes I heard it, and I don't appreciate you calling me at home."

"I'm sorry, I'll call your cellphone next time." he winked.

"There won't be a next time Conrad!" A deep booming voice sounded from behind her. A voice that Sara immediately recognized as Grissom's.

"Gil, this is something between Sara and myself." Ecklies eyes shot fire.

"No it is not. At the risk of being misunderstood for some hero -which I know Sara doesn't need, she is perfectly capable of handling her own business- she is your subordinate and I believe somebody around here has a problem with bosses and employers mingling. Isn't that right Conrad?"

"We're just having a conversation!" Ecklie stated. "And in case you forgot, I am YOUR superior Gil. I own you, you know..."

"He called me at home." Sara told Grissom. "Ran into him at K-mart this morning..."

"I think the lady doesn't like the attention Conrad." Grissom looked at Sara. "Unless I'm mistaken?" he sent a small wink her way.

"Not a bit!" A smile flickered across his lips. She turned around to face Ecklie again.

"If you try to contact me about anything that isn't work related I'll file an assault complaint. Good evening."

Sara proceeded to the locker room, leaving Ecklie dumbfounded in the hall. She hadn't paid attention to any onlookers, but she was sure there had been some. This could have consequences for her career.

"You okay?"

Sara hadn't heard Grissom come in.

"Fine... Thanks for saving the day." She answered bitterly, not for being mad at him, but at the situation.

He misread her intentions.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come off all bossy and possesive or anything. It's not like were... Uh... In a relationship or anything."

His words hit her like a sledgehammer. Not in a relationship. Well... Surelywe hadn't talked about it yet, but what did he think last night and this morning meant to me?I'm notsome kind of slut that just sleeps around with whoever was available. She bit her tongue to prevent from crying and spitting out things she knew would drive him even further behind his wall...

"I guess we're not."

Don't ask him what you are... It's THE question! He isn't ready.

"I do want you to know that it meant..."

Sara was interrupted by Cath barging in.

"Hey guys! Heard about the whole Ecklie thing just now. Perfect ending to a perfect shift." She rolled her eyes.

Sara glared at her. Didn't this woman have any radar on 'moments'?

"Uh yeah. Well... It's nothing." Sara stammered.

"Taken care of." Grissom simply stated. "Time to get to work. Goodnight Cath. Sara, we'll talk in my office later." He turned around and left the locker room.

Sara put her jacket in her locker, bid Cath goodnight and went in search of some coffee.

I'm having a very hard time writing this story. I think it's worse than labor even ;-) I need your feedback, I need your dreams for this story, I indeed DO need your critisism.

I hope to get another chapter up soon, but I'm kind of stuck. I do have a fresh idea for another fic however, so if this really doesn't work for a while I'll maybe post another.

Lynn