Chapter 15
Sara hadn't spoken to Grissom since the day she dropped him off in front of his house. She had avoided his phone calls and ignored his emails. Sheneeded the time to think. The problem with thinking is the inability to control the human mind. No matter how hard she tried Grissom continued to pop into her head at the most inopportune times. After her conversation with the sheriff she had what she had been looking for, an excuse to talk to him.
Whenher shift endedSara drove to Grissom's house. Using her remote, she opened the garage door and drove in. She let herself in through the kitchen door and called his name. Getting no response she continued through the kitchen and living area, up the stairs and into the bedroom. There she spotted him. He was on his side, his hair mussed and his lips parted in sleep. My God, the man has the sexiest lips I have ever seen, she thought. Sara felt tears well in her eyes at the sight of him. She couldn't believe that she had any left in her body after the rivers she had shed in the past week. She called his name softly at first and then, when he didn't stir, a little louder. Finally, she walked over and touched his shoulder.
He came awake with a start. His eyeswere confused when he saw her standing there. Slowly, recognition dawned and he smiled. "Hey," he whispered in a sleep roughened voice.
"Hey yourself," Sara responded quietly with a smile of her own.
Grissom slid toward the middle of the bed and patted the mattress beside him. Sara sat down and said, "I need to talk to you about something that I don't want anyone else to know about."
With eyebrows furrowed Grissom asked, "What do you not want anyone else to know?" The hidden message in his words wasn't lost on Sara.
"It's nothing earth shattering. I just had a conversation with the sheriff last night and I'm not sure what to do about it. I just wanted some advice and you're the first one I thought of." Sara shrugged as if she couldn't imagine why.
"Oh," Grissom said the disappointment evident in his voice. "Well, at least you thought of me first."
"Why don't you get dressed and I'll make some coffee? If that's okay," she added quickly.
At Grissom's nod she stood up and headed out to get the coffee ready. After a few minutes he joined her in the kitchen. When they both had a cup they went into the living room and sat down at opposite ends of the couch.
"Okay, Sara, what's going on?" Grissom asked.
"Well, I heard that you are coming back to work. I'm glad. I've missed you." Sara watched him closely, drinking in the sight of him.
"Have you really?" His eyes probed hers. Seeing the truth shining in her face he said, "I've missed you too."
A smile slowly spread across her face and she leaned forward pressing her lips to his. Suddenly she was sliding across the couch and pressing her body to his. He was using his hands to press her closer. Her hands were in his hair letting the strands curl around her fingers. And then she was straddling his lap, forcing his head back against the cushions. She could feel his arousal pressing against her and she rubbed against it. He moaned into her mouth and began pushing her shirt up over her ribs and breasts until she ripped her lips from his so that he could pull it off. She sat there in her bra and yanked at his shirt until she could work it over his head. Then she was pressing against his bare chest and rubbing her hands over his skin. He found the clasp on her bra and opened it. He slid it down her arms and dropped it on top of their shirts and then he looked at her.
Tracing a finger down the slope of her breast he said, "You're beautiful. My God, Sara, I love you so much. I was such a fool and I am so sorry."
"Shhh," Sara said as she placed a finger against his lips. "I love you. Always have. Always will. We'll work out the details later." She climbed off his lap, pulled him to his feet and led him upstairs.
There was no time for tenderness. There were no whispered words of love and devotion. There was hot, hard sex. Low moans and ragged breathing filled the room. When Grissom entered Sara she raised her hips to meet his thrusts. She used her legs to pull him deeper. It was primal and beautiful. Then they were both over the edge, clinging to each other and crying out their release. For a long time neither of them moved. Grissom tried to roll over, afraid he was too heavy, but Sara's arms and legs held him in place. They lay with Grissom cradled between Sara's thighs whispering and talking nonsense to each other until they had started to forgive. Grissom put on his pants and handed Sara a t-shirt. When they were as dressed as they were going to get they went in search of more coffee. This time they sat cuddled up on the couch with Sara's head leaning against Grissom's shoulder.
"What else did the sheriff talk to you about?" Grissom asked.
His ability to pick up with their earlier conversation, as if the hour gap hadn't occurred, made Sara laugh. At Grissom's confused expression she said, "He asked me to work on a special project for him. He implied that you might know something about it. Do you?" she asked.
"Probably no more than you. When I talked to him yesterday he told me he wanted to put you on an investigation of some drug busts gone wrong. He also said that he wanted to leave Catherine in charge of the shift to avoid any hint of impropriety until the 'heat is off'. Why, what did he say to you?" Grissom stroked Sara's hair as he answered.
"He asked me to work with you on this investigation. I told him I would think about it and he has to know today. I'm not sure if I want to do this," Sara said.
"Sara, I can't tell you what to do. Obviously he thinks you're the one for this or he wouldn't have asked you. Besides, it would give us a chance to work together and prove that we can remain professional." Grissom kissed the top of her head.
Sara thought for a moment and then said, "You're right. Besides, it'll give us both a chance to work eight hour shifts and you know what that means, right?"
Grissom's eyes twinkled and he raised his eyebrow as he said, "What?"
In a very serious voice Sara said, "More time for sex."