Chapter Two

Sara jumped up from the sofa as she heard the steady knock at the door. 'Who could that be? Hope I didn't order a pizza before I dozed off.' Wandering over to the door, she looked at her pajamas and wondered if she should slip on a robe. 'Oh well, whoever it is will just have to deal with the evening attire,' cracking herself up. Annoyed at being disturbed, Sara unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. Nothing in existence could've prepared her for the astonishing sight before her eyes. She lingered in her entranceway for what felt like an eternity peering at the sight of a very wet Gil Grissom standing before her.

"Sorry to bother you Sara; would it be alright if I came in? I know I should've called first, but I was afraid if I heard your voice I wouldn't--uh, well, wait a minute…focus Gil…Let me start over. Hi Sara, how is your evening?"

He couldn't help but look at her. God, she looked perfect. He had never imaged her in comfortable clothing before. She was wearing a pair of low-rise pajama bottoms that hung just low enough to reveal a small belly button ring. 'She has her belly button pierced? I would've never predicted that,' he marveled. 'That puts a whole new spin on my fantasies. Stop Gil, can you just think for a minute. Yes she is gorgeous, and she looks amazing in her pj's, and you would love to just take her in my arms and hold her forever. Stop-come back down to earth. Remember why you are here.'

"O--Kay, I guess. Come in. Is everything alright?"

Grissom made his way into Sara's apartment. He studied the surroundings: just like he had imagined. A huge bookshelf full of forensic books and magazines; a small television set perched on a modest entertainment center; a huge comfortable-looking couch that looked very inviting to him at this time.

"Yeah, I'm not hurt, I just needed--well - jeez this is difficult. Do you mind if we sit down for a bit?'

"Let me get you a towel, you are drenched. Sure, have a seat and I'll be right back."

As she started toward the bathroom, several scenarios ran through her mind. 'Sara, you are driving yourself crazy. Maybe he just needs information on a case? Maybe his condo is flooded out with all the rain? Maybe he just enjoys making you miserable? Yeah that must be it. Go and give him a piece of your mind. Wait a minute. Can't you see he is obviously struggling with something? Just go and listen to the man.'

"Here, dry off a little. Has it been raining long?"

"No, it didn't start raining until I decided I was coming to see you. Fitting actually. It almost seems as though the rain pouring over me is a metaphor for our conversation, err well, your conversation to me earlier."

All she could do was sit there on her sofa, frozen. Every muscle in her body was stunned. Was this the same Gil Grissom who unquestionably turned her down for dinner? The same Gil Grissom who retreated like a turtle whenever she seemed to tear down one of the many walls he had built around his heart? She watched him dry off his hair and remove his thoroughly soaked black dress shirt to reveal a deep blue undershirt. 'He looks incredible in blue. Totally brings out the blue in his eyes. I have to stop this, but how can I turn off my feelings, my desires? I have wanted him, completely wanted him for 5 years now. I tried to deny that he was the reason I came to Vegas. I know now that I can't refute my feelings for him, and after this morning, he knows that too. Shit--why did I open my big mouth? No turning back now. At least he was here; that said something. Maybe he is finally ready to tell me his feelings, or tell me that there is no chance for us. Either way it is bound to be a long night of revelations and insights into the depths of our souls. Yeah right; this was Gil Grissom. He would never reveal his true uninhibited feelings, or would he?'

TBC

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