Thanks to all who reviewed- I'm continuing quickly just for daynaaa. :P
When the performance was over and things had quieted down, Sara panicked.
What am I going to do now? He said he wanted to talk afterwards...but if he's the guy, what am I supposed to say? I love this man, I can't bust him!
She sighed as she rubbed her head- she was getting a headache from thinking about the situation she was in.
Grissom...would be so pissed off...he would be beyond pissed...
She saw Peter getting up and taking a drink from a water bottle before he turned and looked at Sara with a smile on his face.
Screw Grissom.
All of the panic and fear was gone now- two little words changed her whole line of thinking. She got up and headed for his direction with an equally satisfying smile on her face and he jumped down from the stage.
"Let's go somewhere quieter."
She nodded and he led her into a room toward the back of the Lucky Seven, somewhere she had never been before even when she was investigating a murder in this hotel/casino. She followed him and he opened the door to reveal a rather large room. It was painted deep shades of red and other dark colors and a large window toward the back of the room revealed a breath-taking view of the Vegas Strip.
As Sara continued to look at the room, she noticed a large fish tank with what looked like hundreds of tiny colorful fish. On the walls were abstract paintings with every color imaginable. There were two large black leather couches and in total four lounge chairs in the room. A glass red-oak coffee table with a glass top sat in the middle of the living room.
"Wow," Sara said.
"Yeah, I live here."
She turned to face him. "You do?"
He nodded. "Anyways, make yourself at home, I gotta go change."
She nodded and walked into the living room area and took a seat. She watched as he turned the corner, walking into what looked like a bedroom. He removed his black satin bow-tie and his black jacket in plain sight. She resisted the urge to look but she did anyway. He took off his white dress shirt leaving just a white t-shirt on underneath, and he slid off his black pants. He had on a pair of jeans underneath, and he slid off his shoes as he made his way down the hallway to meet Sara.
Sara blinked- did he just do that in front of her?
He walked over to her and took a seat down on the black lounger next to her.
"So, Ms. Sidle..."
She blinked again, now looking at his face.
"Tell me some more about yourself."
Sara closed her eyes- where should she begin?
"Well...I was born in Tamales Bay."
He nodded.
"My parents were ex-hippies. They opened this B & B when I was about eight; they didn't want to admit to their daughter and son that they were broke."
He nodded intently, listening to every word pour from her lips.
"They finally had to close it down when they started...um..." she lifted her hands up and made quotation marks with her fingers. "'Scaring' off customers."
"Scaring them off?" he asked pouring a glass of wine into a glass. "How so?"
"Uh..." Sara looked at him and hesitated at her answer- she had never told anyone but Grissom this, but she trusted Peter. "They started fighting."
"Fighting?"
"Yes...and...things got physical after my father got fired from his job."
He shook his head and his eyes filled with sadness.
"One night my dad came home late and my mom had been drinking...though I'm not saying he hadn't either," she cleared her throat. "Anyways, uh...she had had enough, and...she...stabbed him."
"Is he all right?"
She shook her head. "He died."
He put his glass down on the table and folded his hands over each other. "I'm sorry."
She laughed a little, wiping small tears from her eyes. "I-I don't understand, um...I've talked about it before, but...but every time it still manages to make me cry."
He got up and took a seat next to her on the couch. He slowly but gently pulled her into a tight embrace.
"We all cry sometimes, just let it out."
She cried. She actually cried. She cried in front of someone- she was surprised that she cried in front of Grissom as many times as she did, but she never wanted anyone to see her vulnerable side. Now she didn't care. She felt safe in his arms and she was going to let it all out.
After a few minutes, her breathing calmed and she stopped crying. "Thank you, Peter."
He smiled and put two fingers under her chin and turned her to face him. He slowly pressed his lips against hers and her eyes widened. He stroked her back as they kissed, and even though the kiss lasted only seconds, it seemed to last forever.
When he pulled away, he saw her surprised stare. "Oh god, I...I'm sorry, Sara...I..." he stood up, running a hand through his hair and pacing back and forth. "Oh god."
Sara watched him for a moment before speaking. "Peter."
He turned to face her. "Oh god, Sara, I'm sorry, I-"
"Peter, it's okay."
"No, I mean...I shouldn't of done that...who am I kidding? You don't feel the same way about me, I mean-"
"Peter."
She had gotten up from her place on the couch and made her way toward him. She put a hand behind his head and smiled. "I love you."
His jaw dropped slightly. "..I-...I...really?"
She giggled a little. "Yes."
He smiled, his heart filled with glee. "I love you too, Sara."
She smiled as he pulled her closer to him and they kissed again. He put a hand on her lower back and another on her face caressing her cheek. They kissed for a long time- savoring every moment of each other. They felt both their tongues play around with each other before they pulled away from each other panting.
"Phew..."
"Wow," he said staring at her.
She smiled. "What?"
"I didn't know you could do that."
She smiled. "There's a lot you don't know I can do."
He smiled as he walked closer to her to pull her into another kiss.
"Uh...Pete."
He stopped. "Huh?"
"I need to tell you something."
"I'm all ears."
"I...uh...I work for the Vegas crime lab."
He nodded. "Okay."
"And...they think you're a felon."
"What?"
"They...they sent me here for an undercover operation...but I never suspected I would meet someone like you."
He shook his head. "Sara...this is never going to work."
Sara was insistent. "No...I...I want to be with you."
He flashed her a smile. "I do too."
She smiled as she grabbed the loose ends of his shirt and pulled her closer to him. She leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"Screw the undercover job."
Sara opened her eyes- it was dark. She sat up and looked around. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, she noticed a figure lying next to her. She was in a bed. She smiled as she remembered the events of the night before. The person beside her stirred.
"Ugh..." he groaned as he sat up. "Is it morning already?"
Sara smiled. "It's early still."
He sat up and smiled as he quickly pecked her on the lips. "Hey."
"Hey."
He laid back down as did she and he stared into her eyes.
"Sara Sidle, you are one fine woman."
She laughed a little. "And you are one fine man."
He grinned as he looked up at the ceiling. "Call me crazy but I never thought I would end up in bed with a woman I had only known for three days."
Sara laughed. "That's just what I was thinking."
He turned to her and pulled her closer to him. She laid up against him as he planted a kiss on the back of her neck.
"So tell me about your boss."
She groaned. "Ugh...Grissom."
"You don't sound like you like him too much."
"We have a confusing history."
"I'm listening, beautiful."
She smiled. "I know." She sighed. "Alright...I met him when I was in college. He did a seminar and he intrigued me. After I graduated from Harvard I went to San Francisco and joined the crime lab there. Grissom called me a couple years later; said he needed help with an investigation."
He nodded.
"So I went. I hate to admit it, but as I stayed in Vegas, I fell in love with him."
She laughed a little.
"But...he said he couldn't risk his job for me."
Peter pulled her into a hug as she continued.
"And...he turned down my dinner invitation."
Peter smiled. "It was his loss."
She turned to look at him. She pulled him into a kiss before she noticed what time was on the alarm clock.
"Damn...I...I have to get ready for work."
He smiled. "It's okay, you can take a shower here. I've got some clothes you can wear."
She laughed. "Someone's going to ask if I got dressed in the dark."
He smiled again. "My clothes aren't terrible, don't worry."
"I'm holding you to that."
She got up out of the bed with the sheets wrapped around her and she moved toward the shower as he got up heading down the hall to hunt down the clothes.
"There, I said my clothes weren't terrible."
Sara smiled. "You were right."
She was surprised- she actually looked quite nice. She wore a pair of faded jeans- a little big, but not horrible and a navy blue Doors t-shirt. He smiled when she asked for a pair of shoes and he brought her a pair of blue converse sneakers.
"Thanks," she said taking the shoes and slipping them on.
"No problem," he said sitting down. "So...when am I going to see you again?"
She smiled. "Sooner than you think."
He grinned. "Oh? And how soon is that?"
She smiled as she grabbed her bag which luckily had her pager and cell phone in it. "Pick me up at 5:30."
He smiled as he pulled her into a kiss and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Done."
She said her goodbye as she walked out of the room and called a cab to pick her up. As she waited for the cab, she let out a loud cry of joy as she jumped up and down. Damn, it was great to be her.
TBC