Ok, I'm just rolling along with this story. Still don't own them though, maybe someday as I am saving all my pennies! This chapter may be a slight twist, I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter Five

The car ride to Sara's apartment seemed long, as both Grissom and Sara were overflowing with excitement and anticipation of what was to come. Neither one of them spoke but a few words on the drive.

Sara had often thought in her mind what it would be like to hold the only man she ever loved, but now it was happening. She was completely caught off-guard and felt like she was spinning out of control; swept up into the moment that she had waited long and hard for. Sara pondered to herself, 'I must be dreaming.' She reached over and stroked Grissom's leg. 'If I'm dreaming, this is the most intense fantasy I've ever had. I can feel him. There I go rationalizing again, gotta stop doing that. Wonder what he has in mind? I can't imagine being alone with him. In my countless fantasies, he is the best lover I've ever had. It can't be as good as the fantasies, or can it? It's the quiet ones that are usually the best lovers. Stop Sara, don't get ahead of yourself. We're just going to talk, or whatever. I'm going to let him be the boss. After all, he came to me; he will have to be the one to decide what we do, or don't do.'

Grissom pulled the car into the parking lot, put it into park, but left the car running. He felt the gaze of the woman sitting next to him, but he didn't look at her. "I'm afraid of what's going to transpire up there," he declared as he pointed to her apartment building. "I consider myself a patient and intelligent man, but I am a man. I do have, well um---urges."

Sara shot him a condescending look. She was about to say something when he stopped her. "Look, I'm just trying to be honest here honey. Maybe we should sit out here for a little while. We've come a long way in just a few hours. I don't want to ruin this by proceeding too fast. I know, it's been over five years; but we've leaped bounds tonight."

"Ok, I want you to be comfortable and if you want to talk here in the truck, fine, let's talk. I'll go first: I know this is very hard for you. I can see it, how timid and careful you are, almost like you're over thinking everything. Look, Gil, I'm crazy about you; have been ever since the first time we had coffee in San Francisco. No matter how much I tried to put you out of my mind, you just kept creeping back into my thoughts. I know you're a little insecure; you have no reason to be. You are the most intelligent, passionate, sexy man I have ever met, and I can't imagine my life without you in it."

Grissom just sat there for a few moments taking in everything that Sara had just confessed to him. He knew he had to make a move. So without a word, he flashed her a little smile, got out the car and proceeded over to the passenger's side door. Without hesitation, he opened her door and held her hand as she exited the vehicle. "Sara, I don't know what to--how to answer--how about we go in and see what happens." When he spotted the beautiful smile on her face, he embraced her with full force. He brushed his hand on her cheek, pulled her close and touched her lips with his. This time the kiss was much more passionate, more vigorous. His tongue was exploring the inside of her mouth. She tasted so wonderful, he thought he was going to lose it right there in her parking lot. Grissom felt Sara's fingers running through the curls of his hair. 'God she feels so good. Why didn't I try this sooner,' he thought to himself as he continued the passionate kiss.

Grissom was just about to break contact with Sara when he heard a familiar voice behind them, "Sorry to interrupt, but Grissom, I need to talk to you. It's important."

Startled, Grissom jumped back to see a very embarrassed Jim Brass standing just a few feet from him. He suddenly felt a knot in the pit of his stomach.

"Hi Sara. Grissom I need for you to see something. I wouldn't have come, uh, interrupted, if it wasn't urgent. Sorry, damn it. My timing is horrible. My wife used to tell me that all the time."

Still stunned, Grissom inquired, "How did you know I was here?"

Brass could tell that Grissom was overwhelmed. "Well, I've been trying your cell for over an hour. I guess your um battery was dead or something. I needed to find you, so I tracked your Tahoe using the GPS system. You know all the state vehicles have their GPS systems registers with the PD."

Humiliated, Sara closed the door of the Truck and stood there. Grissom and Brass could both sense the rage building up inside of her. "Perfect, just like the LVPD. They always want to keep tabs on us. Do we have any privacy; and chance of normalcy in out lives?"

Brass interjected, "Relax Sara. When I was tracking Grissom's vehicle, I recognized the address. I never gave it to Catherine or Ecklie; I told them you were at Strap's probably having dinner and that I would go get you. Look, I don't have a problem with your relationship, whatever it is. It's really about time the two of you did something about it anyway. But look, never mind that for right now; Gil, you need to see this."

With a sigh of relief that his privacy wasn't totally violated, Grissom gazed at a single piece of paper dangling from his friend's hand. With utter shock he read the words:

IM GOING TO KILL DR. GIL GRISSOM FOR WHAT HE DID TO ME.

IVE LEFT A SURPRISE FOR HIM AT HIS HOME.

THE CLOCK IS TICKING

ENJOY THE GAME

"Get your stuff, Gil, we have to check out your place," Brass insisted. "Catherine and Warrick have the original, they are trying to lift prints. I have ordered 24-hour guard around your house and the lab. Don't worry Gil, if the perp tries anything, we'll nab him."

Still in shock Grissom agrees. "Jim, let me walk Sara to her apartment, and I'll be right with you."

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere without me," Sara insisted. "Someone is threatening you; I want to help."

Shuffling toward the building door Grissom expressed, "Sara, you have been working doubles all week. I've got Brass; I'll be fine. You need to get some rest. I promise, when we are finished at my house, I will come back here, to you."

Sara flashed him a smile as they reached her door. So much has occurred between them tonight; Grissom had made strides in their relationship that she assumed he was incapable of. This wasn't exactly how she envisioned the evening ending; but it was true to the course for their relationship. A small part of her was glad he was leaving before they took this a bit further; but that was a very small part of her. For the most part she was aching inside; aching to feel his touch; to feel his hands exploring every inch of her body. She imagined his touch to be subtle and soft, yet electrifying and sensual. She stood at her door gazing again into his deep blue eyes; she couldn't help herself. Sara pulled him to her and engulfed his mouth as if she was swallowing her prey. Her kiss was vigorous; almost like she worried that it may be her last. Very hot and excited, she broke the embrace and grinned at him.

Feeling very aroused, Grissom smiled back at the beautiful brunette in his arms. "We can't catch a break can we? I hope to continue this um--conversation when I get back. See ya soon."

TBC

Next chapter will be up tonight, I promise. Hope you enjoy the way I've written Brass, he's one of my favorite characters.