Note: This chaptergoes sort ofAU, since I've only watched until Nesting Dolls. They have their summer break from popular TV series on Danish TV. And since we're always half a season behind here,it'stherefore going AU.

Disclaimers: Once again see chapter 1. Albeit one unknown character, for CSI freaks,in this one is totally my own. You'll quickly know who.

Chp. 4.

About week after our mutually confessions, I survey the state of my townhouse, one morning after returning home from a shift. At the front door, there is hanging a foreign coat, on the floor under it a pair of runner shoes and another pair is tossed haphazardly; a sweatshirt is tossed over a chair, a different laptop is sitting on my countertop, and there's a somewhat foreign smell in the air. All of that is belonging to a Sara Sidle, who is now sitting sprawled out on my couch, fresh from a sprint, sipping from a bottle of water, legs stretched out under my coffee table, hair in a mussed ponytail, rosy cheeks and trying to catch her breath after the run. She's still suspended, but she looks utterly comfortable, as if she have been in my house for ages and sitting on my couch no less. Well, she's only done it for a few days, since she's been staying at my place for nearly this whole week.

We have used all the time we could find together, to really get to know each other, and she also confided in me, of what really happened the night her mother had killed her father. I was shocked to learn, that she nearly saw the whole thing that night, since she had wanted to go downstairs to protect her mother, but had been held firmly back by her brother, whom I learned is named Gareth and is three years older than her. Her brother had apparently tried that approach, tried to intervene, but the black eye he had gotten then, had stopped him trying again. Her father had never been after his kids, in the abusive way, so that black eye had been a one-time mishap on her fathers' part. I had breathed a sigh of relief, when I heard that. I'm brought out of my musings, by the sigh from the direction of my couch.

"Gil?" Sara says from the couch.

Yes she calls me Gil, and Hell didn't freeze over as I thought it would. That she has been doing since I asked her to call me by my given name, after she came to stay with me. It was especially punctuated, after a passionate heated night that we had just a few nights ago. Yes we finally slept together, and it was heavenly, something that I have never experienced before. I had the night off, so we ate dinner and after events, we ended up making up, in my bed, for all the pent up desires that had been building up inside of us for so long. After the longest foreplay ever, and a long lasting slow lovemaking, Sara ended it with screaming my name, nearly on the top of her lungs, in her passion.

"Yes Sara." I say as I walk over to her.

"I'm ready to tell them." She informs me after a beat. Meaning that she's ready to tell the rest of the scattered 'team', about her troubled childhood.

"Are you sure?" I ask her in concern, because that's what I am. Concerned that she jumps into it too soon.

"I am." She says looking into my eyes and I take her hand in mine. "I used my run to clear my head and think it all over. I don't want to hide it from them anymore, and I'll only tell them what I told you, the day you came to my door. It's the least that I can do to ease their worries, and have Catherine understand my reasons, for acting that way I did."

Everyone had indeed been worried about her. Everyday I had one of them asking me, how she was, since she had avoided all contact with the rest of the scattered 'team'. I also know that Nicky, Greg and Warrick have been to her place, but given that she have been mostly at my house, they came up empty handed. When they asked me of her whereabouts, I had just said that she went to stay somewhere else, not a lie, since she indeed was somewhere else. That somewhere else just happened to be my townhouse. And Catherine had thankfully taken my strong advice to heart, about not trying to contact Sara, or pressuring her no less. Good. Catherine apparently didn't want to loose my friendship either. And Ecklie had only managed to be a little civil towards me. I hadn't given them any indication of that my relationship had changed dramatically with Sara. She was now my girlfriend, which still sounded very much foreign in my head, even if it didn't have to. I didn't care, since I finally had the woman of my dreams for nearly fourteen years, in my home, in my life and in my bed no less.

"Okay, if you say your ready, I'll trust you with that." I say to her. "So when were you thinking?"

"Tomorrow after the shift. That would also leave Catherine, Nicky and Warrick time to catch their shift." She tells me and I nod. "Can you also get Jim to come too? Maybe Al too" Jim Brass is the homicide detective who always belonged to our little group of CSI, even the fact that he's a cop. Al Robbins is the ME, who deals with the autopsies, and like Jim, he also belongs to our tight knitted little band.

"I'll try my best to get the both of them here." I answer her. "I'll let them all know tonight." Now it's her time to nod and we sit there for a while. Sara finishes her bottle of water in the process, and then she leans over and kisses me and gets up from the couch.

"I'm going to take a shower." She says and starts towards my bedroom. I am left to stare at her swaying behind and then she turns around with this wicked flirtatious smile, which makes my heart leap in my chest. "You coming?"

That I indeed do. I leap from my seat and darts after her. In my bedroom we both strip our clothes. Mine is my work clothes and she strips off her running clothes. Her body is the most perfect of all female bodies I have ever seen in my life, and I enjoy watching her undress to reveal a sweaty body underneath it all. On top of her body, she is almost nothing but two very long shapely legs. Once stripped down, she moves to the bathroom door, and I enjoy her movements. We're soon under the hot spray of water, and as we begin to soap each other up, it's evident that our hands roaming each other's bodies are quickly arousing us both. Soon after we have another lovemaking session, water runs down our bodies, as I have her trapped between the bathroom wall and myself. Later after finishing our bath, eating some breakfast, we lay entangled in my bed trying to fall asleep. I can tell that Sara is thinking hard about something; by the way she's so quiet. And that's not like her at all.

"What are you thinking about Honey?" I ask her, using the favored loving nickname, that I have taken up to be freely calling her. The one I called her for the first time, when she sat on the curb after the explosion. I cradle her in my arms, as I hear her sigh.

"I really miss Gareth. I miss my older brother." She tells me. "I wish that he was here right about now, since I really need him more than ever."

I can hardly argue with her there. He's her older brother, and shares that horribly past with her. She told me, that after both becoming adults, they sort of drifted apart. They still shares the tight bond only siblings can have, but they don't often see each other. He came to attend her high school graduation, when she graduated Harvard and a few other times after that and the last time was, just shortly before she came to Vegas and joined us there. They have been in contact via a few phone calls, though, but nothing more than that, and that she really don't know where he is at this moment, since his job as a demolition expert takes him around the country, and sometimes abroad. He had joined the army, at age eighteen, and had been trained in explosives.

"I know." I comfort her, already plotting how to find Gareth, and get him here without letting Sara know. I know she's already tried to find him, during this week, using her computer. But seeing that she can't use the databases, and resources, that CSI uses to locate people, she had no luck. But I can use the databases, and the resources, in my power of supervisor, so that I'm going to do, and I will find him. No matter how hard it'll going to be. After all I will do anything for the woman in my arms, so much I have figured in the past week. I could really have missed some things here. I kiss her softly on top of her head and repeat. "I know that Honey."

Soon we both drift into slumber.

Yes more to come I promise.

Reviewe please.