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Title: Last Chance (8)
Author: hazeleyes57
Rating: R
Summary: The hot tub!
A/Note: Thank you to those of you that have tried to/ succeeded in reviewing Last Chance (CH7), I appreciate your comments more than you can imagine.
Very sorry about the delay with this chapter, RL often interferes and so does CBS.
Last Chance (8)
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Catherine Willows stood in the doorway of Grissom's office and looked at the piles of files on the desk. With a sense of déjà vu she walked towards the desk and stopped in front of it. She put her hands on her hips as she contemplated the amount of work present. Not for the first time she wondered how Grissom handled his paperwork.
Obviously delegation was key.
Unfortunately she couldn't think of anyone to hand this on to, nor could she come up with any compelling reason why she should not sit down at the desk and get stuck in.
Apart from the fact that she didn't want to, of course.
Catherine tutted as she walked around the desk and pulled the chair out. Long journey, single step and all that crap.
As she pulled the first file towards her and flipped it open, she thought back to Gil's 'phone call yesterday.
Talk about a hot potato. He was sorry about the short notice (try 'none' Gil), but he needed to take the week off and incidentally, Sara would be off too.
Catherine had no real choice in the matter. Grissom had phrased it as a fait accompli and that was the end of it. However, as he had enough leave accumulated to give most of the lab staff a week off, she thought that it was about time that he gave himself a break.
Which is why she was at work now at four in the afternoon, getting an early start on tonight. At least she had been able to collect Lindsay from school before she came to work. The only bright part of today had been the look on Lindsay's face when she realised that she would be having a sleepover round at Becky's.
At least one person was happy.
Catherine knew that Sara had some sort of personal crisis going on. Although they were never likely to be very close friends, they did have a mutual respect for each other's capabilities. As work colleagues with more than three years of working together they knew each other's moods and what circumstances that they were working under.
She had wondered if Sara's current state of distress had been something to do with Grissom. She had dismissed the idea that his continued lack of involvement was what was upsetting Sara. Sara was used to that. Catherine then moved on to the theory that Grissom had gone against his own tenets and become involved with Sara.
Catherine dismissed that theory too. If Sara had been involved with Grissom she wouldn't have been miserable. She would have been too happy to hide it. Sara wouldn't be the thin grey wraith that she had become of late.
Now that Catherine had time to sit down and think about it - the report she was checking remained open and unread on the desk - Grissom had changed lately too.
The change in him had been more subtle. There was a watchfulness about him that was new. It was...Catherine couldn't come up with any better description than the word 'protective'.
Grissom was shielding Sara from something. But what?
Catherine paused and looked up at Billy Bass over the office door. If he knew, he wasn't telling.
She sighed and picked up her pen again and focused on the case file in front of her.
"Whatever you're doing, Grissom, I hope it's more fun than this pile of crap."
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Grissom and Sara returned to the house wet and getting more chilled by the minute. It had not stopped raining since their 'picnic' stop on the rug and both of them were looking forward to cleaning up and getting warm.
They took their footwear off in the utility room beside the kitchen. They looked at each other for a moment, and then without saying anything they both removed their wet socks and jeans, leaving them in the sink before making their way straight to the bathroom.
Sara looked around the bathroom for a large towel as Grissom leaned in to the shower and started the water running. He closed the cubicle door and turned around to see Sara just standing and shivering. He crossed the room to the towel cupboard.
"Strip off and dump the clothes in the tub. We can sort them later. Here."
Grissom handed Sara a large sage green bath sheet, keeping a second one for himself. He was all practicality and Sara didn't think twice about peeling off her wet shirt, bra and panties. She didn't bother drying herself with the towel, she just moved to the shower as Grissom stripped off his stuff too. Sara opened the cubicle door and stuck her arm in to check the water temperature.
"Hey, this is so cool, you have a double size shower!"
Grissom nodded, admiring the sight of Sara's backside, complete with mud and blades of grass stuck to her. He looked down and grinned when he saw that his knees were in the same state.
"Ahuh. Sick and tired of hitting my ass on the opposite wall. It extends behind the false wall at the back of the toilet."
Sara stepped into the shower and Grissom heard her 'mmm' of delight as the water rinsed her off.
"Hey Gil, hurry up so we can go get in that tub!"
As Grissom moved to the cubicle door and stepped in to join her, he thought to himself how much he liked hearing her call him 'Gil'.
It was something he could get used to. If he let himself.
"Need any assistance?"
Sara turned around to face Grissom and gave him a big grin. Water cascaded down over her head and back as she moved slightly forward. She loved the way he looked her over from top to toe in a slow sensual perusal. Normally self-conscious about her body, she found that she didn't feel that way as he looked at her.
"I could use a little help with my back."
Grissom's lips pursed and he tipped his head sideways as if examining a work of art.
"Looks fine from here, but first looks can be deceiving. I'd better check up close."
Sara moved a little further out of the water towards him.
"Mmm, yes. Can't be too careful."
Grissom moved closer to Sara, picking up the shower gel as he did so. He squeezed a handful of the clear blue gel on to one palm, then rubbed it between his hands to warm it up. Sara obligingly turned around, presenting her back to him.
Grissom placed his palms on Sara's shoulders and started to massage the gel on her skin, creating lather. He widened the circular movement until his hands overlapped each other's path over her spine and his fingers brushed the sides of her breasts on the outer part of the circuit.
Even above the sound of the shower Grissom heard Sara's breath catch as his fingers moved over her wet skin. He moved his hands back to her spine and trailed lazily down to her bottom, still smoothing the lather over her. When he gripped her hips and massaged the base of her spine with his thumbs he saw Sara's head fall forward and her left hand reached out to hold on to the water pipe for support.
Just as her other hand reached around towards him, Grissom - smirking - took hold of Sara's shoulders and moved her directly under the spray of hot water.
"Okay, your back's done."
His tone was brisk and Sara turned around spluttering in disbelief and frustration, spraying water in all directions.
"What?!"
Grissom moved forward into the water for the first time and his cold skin dimpled with the heat of the spray. He gave Sara his best 'innocent' look and handed her the shower gel.
Sara - still wiping water off her face - looked from Grissom's face to the bottle and back to his face. A crafty look stole fleetingly over her features as she snatched the bottle and Grissom knew that revenge was on the cards. He smiled as he put his still cold arms around Sara's now warm body.
Sara squealed and tried to get him to let go, but he was stronger by far.
"You bastard! Lemme go, you're freezing!"
She was laughing even as she shrieked and Grissom didn't fear for his life just yet.
His gaze moved from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes. He smiled and hung on until he had warmed up and she had stopped squirming.
"Do my back?"
Sara looked at him in disbelief.
"Ha, you should be so lucky!"
Grissom's lips pursed with amusement.
"Can't you take a joke?"
Sara suddenly took in the whole picture. She was naked in the shower being teased by an equally naked Grissom. The genuine annoyance that she had felt when his cold arms had closed around her faded away. Her gaze softened as she looked up at him and saw the laughter in his eyes.
This was the Grissom she loved with all her heart.
"Yeah, I can take a joke. Turn around, big guy."
"Flatterer."
Grissom didn't release Sara until he had dipped in and snatched a quick kiss. He then turned around so that his back was to Sara. He failed to see the wicked glint in her eyes.
Sara squeezed a large glob of the gel on to one hand and placed the tube on the shelf. Without allowing the gel to warm on her hand, she slapped the stuff between Grissom's shoulder blades and grinned as he jumped with shock.
He whipped his head around and looked at the still grinning Sara.
"What's the matter Gil? Can't you take a joke?"
Grissom's head tipped and his mouth worked not to say a few choice words.
He nodded eventually and acknowledged her victory.
"Very good, Ms Sidle. You win. This round."
Sara knew that he'd get his own back somehow, but she'd bet it would be fun.
"For being such a good sport, I'll do your back."
Grissom had started to face back the way he started; now he looked back at Sara to establish her veracity. One eyebrow raised and a non-committal 'mmm' accompanied it. She tried to look innocent.
"C'mon, I hear that tub calling."
Sara put fresh gel on her hands and warmed it up this time, then smoothed both of her palms over Grissom's back. She worked up the lather and moved in slow circles from his neck, across the wide shoulders, down his spine and over the curve of his buttocks. By the time Sara had got there, Grissom's head had begun to droop just as Sara's had done earlier. Sara took the last of the lather and moved closer until her breasts were against Grissom's back, then she slid her hands around his waist and up to his chest, toying with his nipples. She felt the vibration of his groan through her hands and her breasts.
Sara's hands were moving south when Grissom reluctantly stopped them with his. He looked over his shoulder at Sara's face.
"Do you have any idea what the stats are for people injured in the shower under just these circumstances?"
"I'm guessing that you do. The only thing I can say in my defence is that you started it."
"Ah, the 'mature' defence. Well, I'll take responsibility for stopping it too."
"Party pooper."
"Stop picking on an old man."
The last of the lather had washed off them both and Grissom turned off the water. Sara looked at him with curiosity.
"Do you see yourself as an old man?"
Grissom looked at Sara, side-tracked for a moment by her natural beauty and yes, her youth.
He thought for a moment, trying to give an honest answer.
"Older certainly. But not old, no."
Sara smiled as she turned to open the shower door.
"Good. 'Cause whatever problem you have with this age thing exists only in your mind."
She handed one of the large towels to Grissom and took the second one for herself.
"So, this tub." Sara tucked the towel in beside her arm. "Just how private is it up here?"
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and Grissom had no trouble figuring out her intent. He wrapped his towel around his waist and tucked it in.
"Private enough."
"Cool. C'mon then."
Grissom grabbed a couple more towels and followed Sara out of the bathroom. He made a quick detour to the kitchen for a bottle of drink and a couple of wine glasses. They went out of the front door on to the veranda, and walked around the left side of the house. It was cool outside, and although the rain had stopped, the sun hadn't made much of an effort yet.
When Sara saw the hot tub she realised why she hadn't seen it earlier through Grissom's bedroom window.
Although on the side veranda, and under the protection of the overhanging roof, the hot tub was two thirds buried into the ground. Only about eighteen inches was above ground level.
Sara knelt beside the edge of the tub and put her hand in the water. It was very warm. She looked up at Grissom with a grin.
"Last one in 's a rotten egg!"
Sara brushed her feet off and slid her legs into the water. Just as she unwrapped her towel and dropped it to the side she was amused to hear Grissom's reply.
"First one in has to eat it."
Sara lowered herself into the water and smirked up at him.
"We still talking about eggs?"
Grissom smiled ruefully as he placed the bottle and wineglasses on the table beside the tub.
"I was, I can't speak for you."
He took off his towel and wiped his feet before getting in the tub beside Sara.
The seats in the tub meant that they were both under the water up to their shoulders. They sat beside each other, their shoulders touching; both facing the same lovely view that could be seen from Grissom's bed.
"This is so cool, I can't believe that you're not up here every chance that you get."
Grissom turned his head left to look at Sara. He admired her profile as she enjoyed the view. His gaze travelled down her body, most of it visible in the hot, clear, still water.
Sara turned to see why he hadn't answered and caught him looking at her body.
He looked like a kid in a candy store who'd been told that he could have anything he wanted.
He met Sara's gaze and he looked serious.
"The view was never this good."
Sara blushed with pleasure under his scrutiny and sought his hand under the water. He clasped her hand and brought it to the surface where he kissed its back.
His beard tickled Sara's hand and she smiled. So many memories to store up.
"Would you like a drink?"
At Grissom's question, Sara looked uncertainly at the bottle beside the two glasses.
As soon as the word 'alcohol' popped into her head she was shocked to realise that she had not given any thought to her baby plans since the drive up to the cabin. The last time she had a drink, she had ended up drunk and propositioned Grissom. She hadn't had an alcoholic drink since. Now, in a rush of images almost too quick to identify, she realised that there was every possibility that she could already be pregnant.
Sara didn't want to bring up the baby subject and spoil whatever they had going on here at the cabin. She didn't want to find out that Grissom was only having sex with her to get her pregnant. She wanted to keep her belief suspended for just a few more days.
Although only a few seconds had passed, Grissom saw the conflict in Sara's expression. He could have kicked himself for making her think about the very thing that he had brought her here to forget.
He twisted the bottle around so that Sara could see the label.
"It's sparkling grape juice. Non alcohol. I keep it here for drinking in the hot tub when I'd normally have wine. Alcohol, hot tubs and usually being here on my own could be a recipe for disaster."
Sara's expression cleared and she nodded.
"Of course. Sure, I'd love some."
Grissom handed Sara one of the wineglasses and opened the bottle. He poured some of the juice into her glass, then filled his own. He put the bottle down and faced Sara. He raised his glass to her.
"A toast."
Sara looked at him expectantly, raising her glass to his. Grissom thought for a moment.
"To Sara, who rescued me."
Sara looked startled for a moment, wondering what she had saved Grissom from. Then she realised.
"Ah, Mrs Hutchinson. Well, you're welcome."
Sara touched her glass to Grissom's and smiled.
"To Gil's rescue."
Grissom didn't bother to correct Sara as they both took a drink.
He hadn't meant Mrs. Hutchinson at all.
Sara leaned against Grissom and sighed happily. She was right where she wanted to be. With Gil.
"Comfortable?"
Grissom stirred and took another drink as he spoke.
Sara nodded and 'umm'd' her agreement.
Grissom lifted his left arm and Sara moved within its circle, settling back against Grissom's chest. The warm water swirled and eddied around them before settling back to its former calm state.
"Even better."
Sara's murmur was quiet, but Grissom heard her and smiled in agreement.
It certainly was.
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Title: Last Chance (8)
Author: hazeleyes57
Rating: R
Summary: The hot tub!
A/Note: Thank you to those of you that have tried to/ succeeded in reviewing Last Chance (CH7), I appreciate your comments more than you can imagine.
Very sorry about the delay with this chapter, RL often interferes and so does CBS.
Last Chance (8)
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Catherine Willows stood in the doorway of Grissom's office and looked at the piles of files on the desk. With a sense of déjà vu she walked towards the desk and stopped in front of it. She put her hands on her hips as she contemplated the amount of work present. Not for the first time she wondered how Grissom handled his paperwork.
Obviously delegation was key.
Unfortunately she couldn't think of anyone to hand this on to, nor could she come up with any compelling reason why she should not sit down at the desk and get stuck in.
Apart from the fact that she didn't want to, of course.
Catherine tutted as she walked around the desk and pulled the chair out. Long journey, single step and all that crap.
As she pulled the first file towards her and flipped it open, she thought back to Gil's 'phone call yesterday.
Talk about a hot potato. He was sorry about the short notice (try 'none' Gil), but he needed to take the week off and incidentally, Sara would be off too.
Catherine had no real choice in the matter. Grissom had phrased it as a fait accompli and that was the end of it. However, as he had enough leave accumulated to give most of the lab staff a week off, she thought that it was about time that he gave himself a break.
Which is why she was at work now at four in the afternoon, getting an early start on tonight. At least she had been able to collect Lindsay from school before she came to work. The only bright part of today had been the look on Lindsay's face when she realised that she would be having a sleepover round at Becky's.
At least one person was happy.
Catherine knew that Sara had some sort of personal crisis going on. Although they were never likely to be very close friends, they did have a mutual respect for each other's capabilities. As work colleagues with more than three years of working together they knew each other's moods and what circumstances that they were working under.
She had wondered if Sara's current state of distress had been something to do with Grissom. She had dismissed the idea that his continued lack of involvement was what was upsetting Sara. Sara was used to that. Catherine then moved on to the theory that Grissom had gone against his own tenets and become involved with Sara.
Catherine dismissed that theory too. If Sara had been involved with Grissom she wouldn't have been miserable. She would have been too happy to hide it. Sara wouldn't be the thin grey wraith that she had become of late.
Now that Catherine had time to sit down and think about it - the report she was checking remained open and unread on the desk - Grissom had changed lately too.
The change in him had been more subtle. There was a watchfulness about him that was new. It was...Catherine couldn't come up with any better description than the word 'protective'.
Grissom was shielding Sara from something. But what?
Catherine paused and looked up at Billy Bass over the office door. If he knew, he wasn't telling.
She sighed and picked up her pen again and focused on the case file in front of her.
"Whatever you're doing, Grissom, I hope it's more fun than this pile of crap."
........................................
Grissom and Sara returned to the house wet and getting more chilled by the minute. It had not stopped raining since their 'picnic' stop on the rug and both of them were looking forward to cleaning up and getting warm.
They took their footwear off in the utility room beside the kitchen. They looked at each other for a moment, and then without saying anything they both removed their wet socks and jeans, leaving them in the sink before making their way straight to the bathroom.
Sara looked around the bathroom for a large towel as Grissom leaned in to the shower and started the water running. He closed the cubicle door and turned around to see Sara just standing and shivering. He crossed the room to the towel cupboard.
"Strip off and dump the clothes in the tub. We can sort them later. Here."
Grissom handed Sara a large sage green bath sheet, keeping a second one for himself. He was all practicality and Sara didn't think twice about peeling off her wet shirt, bra and panties. She didn't bother drying herself with the towel, she just moved to the shower as Grissom stripped off his stuff too. Sara opened the cubicle door and stuck her arm in to check the water temperature.
"Hey, this is so cool, you have a double size shower!"
Grissom nodded, admiring the sight of Sara's backside, complete with mud and blades of grass stuck to her. He looked down and grinned when he saw that his knees were in the same state.
"Ahuh. Sick and tired of hitting my ass on the opposite wall. It extends behind the false wall at the back of the toilet."
Sara stepped into the shower and Grissom heard her 'mmm' of delight as the water rinsed her off.
"Hey Gil, hurry up so we can go get in that tub!"
As Grissom moved to the cubicle door and stepped in to join her, he thought to himself how much he liked hearing her call him 'Gil'.
It was something he could get used to. If he let himself.
"Need any assistance?"
Sara turned around to face Grissom and gave him a big grin. Water cascaded down over her head and back as she moved slightly forward. She loved the way he looked her over from top to toe in a slow sensual perusal. Normally self-conscious about her body, she found that she didn't feel that way as he looked at her.
"I could use a little help with my back."
Grissom's lips pursed and he tipped his head sideways as if examining a work of art.
"Looks fine from here, but first looks can be deceiving. I'd better check up close."
Sara moved a little further out of the water towards him.
"Mmm, yes. Can't be too careful."
Grissom moved closer to Sara, picking up the shower gel as he did so. He squeezed a handful of the clear blue gel on to one palm, then rubbed it between his hands to warm it up. Sara obligingly turned around, presenting her back to him.
Grissom placed his palms on Sara's shoulders and started to massage the gel on her skin, creating lather. He widened the circular movement until his hands overlapped each other's path over her spine and his fingers brushed the sides of her breasts on the outer part of the circuit.
Even above the sound of the shower Grissom heard Sara's breath catch as his fingers moved over her wet skin. He moved his hands back to her spine and trailed lazily down to her bottom, still smoothing the lather over her. When he gripped her hips and massaged the base of her spine with his thumbs he saw Sara's head fall forward and her left hand reached out to hold on to the water pipe for support.
Just as her other hand reached around towards him, Grissom - smirking - took hold of Sara's shoulders and moved her directly under the spray of hot water.
"Okay, your back's done."
His tone was brisk and Sara turned around spluttering in disbelief and frustration, spraying water in all directions.
"What?!"
Grissom moved forward into the water for the first time and his cold skin dimpled with the heat of the spray. He gave Sara his best 'innocent' look and handed her the shower gel.
Sara - still wiping water off her face - looked from Grissom's face to the bottle and back to his face. A crafty look stole fleetingly over her features as she snatched the bottle and Grissom knew that revenge was on the cards. He smiled as he put his still cold arms around Sara's now warm body.
Sara squealed and tried to get him to let go, but he was stronger by far.
"You bastard! Lemme go, you're freezing!"
She was laughing even as she shrieked and Grissom didn't fear for his life just yet.
His gaze moved from her eyes to her lips and back to her eyes. He smiled and hung on until he had warmed up and she had stopped squirming.
"Do my back?"
Sara looked at him in disbelief.
"Ha, you should be so lucky!"
Grissom's lips pursed with amusement.
"Can't you take a joke?"
Sara suddenly took in the whole picture. She was naked in the shower being teased by an equally naked Grissom. The genuine annoyance that she had felt when his cold arms had closed around her faded away. Her gaze softened as she looked up at him and saw the laughter in his eyes.
This was the Grissom she loved with all her heart.
"Yeah, I can take a joke. Turn around, big guy."
"Flatterer."
Grissom didn't release Sara until he had dipped in and snatched a quick kiss. He then turned around so that his back was to Sara. He failed to see the wicked glint in her eyes.
Sara squeezed a large glob of the gel on to one hand and placed the tube on the shelf. Without allowing the gel to warm on her hand, she slapped the stuff between Grissom's shoulder blades and grinned as he jumped with shock.
He whipped his head around and looked at the still grinning Sara.
"What's the matter Gil? Can't you take a joke?"
Grissom's head tipped and his mouth worked not to say a few choice words.
He nodded eventually and acknowledged her victory.
"Very good, Ms Sidle. You win. This round."
Sara knew that he'd get his own back somehow, but she'd bet it would be fun.
"For being such a good sport, I'll do your back."
Grissom had started to face back the way he started; now he looked back at Sara to establish her veracity. One eyebrow raised and a non-committal 'mmm' accompanied it. She tried to look innocent.
"C'mon, I hear that tub calling."
Sara put fresh gel on her hands and warmed it up this time, then smoothed both of her palms over Grissom's back. She worked up the lather and moved in slow circles from his neck, across the wide shoulders, down his spine and over the curve of his buttocks. By the time Sara had got there, Grissom's head had begun to droop just as Sara's had done earlier. Sara took the last of the lather and moved closer until her breasts were against Grissom's back, then she slid her hands around his waist and up to his chest, toying with his nipples. She felt the vibration of his groan through her hands and her breasts.
Sara's hands were moving south when Grissom reluctantly stopped them with his. He looked over his shoulder at Sara's face.
"Do you have any idea what the stats are for people injured in the shower under just these circumstances?"
"I'm guessing that you do. The only thing I can say in my defence is that you started it."
"Ah, the 'mature' defence. Well, I'll take responsibility for stopping it too."
"Party pooper."
"Stop picking on an old man."
The last of the lather had washed off them both and Grissom turned off the water. Sara looked at him with curiosity.
"Do you see yourself as an old man?"
Grissom looked at Sara, side-tracked for a moment by her natural beauty and yes, her youth.
He thought for a moment, trying to give an honest answer.
"Older certainly. But not old, no."
Sara smiled as she turned to open the shower door.
"Good. 'Cause whatever problem you have with this age thing exists only in your mind."
She handed one of the large towels to Grissom and took the second one for herself.
"So, this tub." Sara tucked the towel in beside her arm. "Just how private is it up here?"
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and Grissom had no trouble figuring out her intent. He wrapped his towel around his waist and tucked it in.
"Private enough."
"Cool. C'mon then."
Grissom grabbed a couple more towels and followed Sara out of the bathroom. He made a quick detour to the kitchen for a bottle of drink and a couple of wine glasses. They went out of the front door on to the veranda, and walked around the left side of the house. It was cool outside, and although the rain had stopped, the sun hadn't made much of an effort yet.
When Sara saw the hot tub she realised why she hadn't seen it earlier through Grissom's bedroom window.
Although on the side veranda, and under the protection of the overhanging roof, the hot tub was two thirds buried into the ground. Only about eighteen inches was above ground level.
Sara knelt beside the edge of the tub and put her hand in the water. It was very warm. She looked up at Grissom with a grin.
"Last one in 's a rotten egg!"
Sara brushed her feet off and slid her legs into the water. Just as she unwrapped her towel and dropped it to the side she was amused to hear Grissom's reply.
"First one in has to eat it."
Sara lowered herself into the water and smirked up at him.
"We still talking about eggs?"
Grissom smiled ruefully as he placed the bottle and wineglasses on the table beside the tub.
"I was, I can't speak for you."
He took off his towel and wiped his feet before getting in the tub beside Sara.
The seats in the tub meant that they were both under the water up to their shoulders. They sat beside each other, their shoulders touching; both facing the same lovely view that could be seen from Grissom's bed.
"This is so cool, I can't believe that you're not up here every chance that you get."
Grissom turned his head left to look at Sara. He admired her profile as she enjoyed the view. His gaze travelled down her body, most of it visible in the hot, clear, still water.
Sara turned to see why he hadn't answered and caught him looking at her body.
He looked like a kid in a candy store who'd been told that he could have anything he wanted.
He met Sara's gaze and he looked serious.
"The view was never this good."
Sara blushed with pleasure under his scrutiny and sought his hand under the water. He clasped her hand and brought it to the surface where he kissed its back.
His beard tickled Sara's hand and she smiled. So many memories to store up.
"Would you like a drink?"
At Grissom's question, Sara looked uncertainly at the bottle beside the two glasses.
As soon as the word 'alcohol' popped into her head she was shocked to realise that she had not given any thought to her baby plans since the drive up to the cabin. The last time she had a drink, she had ended up drunk and propositioned Grissom. She hadn't had an alcoholic drink since. Now, in a rush of images almost too quick to identify, she realised that there was every possibility that she could already be pregnant.
Sara didn't want to bring up the baby subject and spoil whatever they had going on here at the cabin. She didn't want to find out that Grissom was only having sex with her to get her pregnant. She wanted to keep her belief suspended for just a few more days.
Although only a few seconds had passed, Grissom saw the conflict in Sara's expression. He could have kicked himself for making her think about the very thing that he had brought her here to forget.
He twisted the bottle around so that Sara could see the label.
"It's sparkling grape juice. Non alcohol. I keep it here for drinking in the hot tub when I'd normally have wine. Alcohol, hot tubs and usually being here on my own could be a recipe for disaster."
Sara's expression cleared and she nodded.
"Of course. Sure, I'd love some."
Grissom handed Sara one of the wineglasses and opened the bottle. He poured some of the juice into her glass, then filled his own. He put the bottle down and faced Sara. He raised his glass to her.
"A toast."
Sara looked at him expectantly, raising her glass to his. Grissom thought for a moment.
"To Sara, who rescued me."
Sara looked startled for a moment, wondering what she had saved Grissom from. Then she realised.
"Ah, Mrs Hutchinson. Well, you're welcome."
Sara touched her glass to Grissom's and smiled.
"To Gil's rescue."
Grissom didn't bother to correct Sara as they both took a drink.
He hadn't meant Mrs. Hutchinson at all.
Sara leaned against Grissom and sighed happily. She was right where she wanted to be. With Gil.
"Comfortable?"
Grissom stirred and took another drink as he spoke.
Sara nodded and 'umm'd' her agreement.
Grissom lifted his left arm and Sara moved within its circle, settling back against Grissom's chest. The warm water swirled and eddied around them before settling back to its former calm state.
"Even better."
Sara's murmur was quiet, but Grissom heard her and smiled in agreement.
It certainly was.
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