An American Werewolf In Vegas

Disclaimer: I still own nothing, how disappointing is that?

A/N: Updating is like hell right now. I'm in too much pain to write, I have a kidney infection and lying down is painful, sitting is painful, really doing anything is painful…but I don't want to let you guys down, so I'm sorry if this chapter seems rushed or rather rubbish but I couldn't sit down any longer than I could so here you go…

Chapter Eight: Butterflies and Hurricanes.

She could smell it, feel it, her saliva practically tasted of it. Licking her lips Sara hummed in agreement as she closed her eyes picturing a big juicy steak sitting in front of her, seasoned and lightly grilled. The image wouldn't go away, and as she drooled over it Grissom sat in the drivers seat of his SUV occasionally glancing over at Sara. Her eyes were closed, her lips pursed into a sexy grin, her skin looked oh so soft, he wanted to touch her, just briefly. Watching her fantasising about steak made him extremely hard, he wished the traffic would go faster.

He was out of everything, cereal, milk, juice, beer, steak, bread and all the other commodities that belonged in either his fridge, freezer of cupboards. His mind had been preoccupied over the last few days and he had forgot to pop over to the store sooner. He glanced at Sara again; her mouth had turned into a tight grin, a growling purring noise coming from the back of Sara's throat. Oh she was definitely enjoying herself.

Grissom winced as he looked to where a traffic jam had begun, more than 30 vehicles were packed up along the road he needed to drive through to get to the store, sighing he switched the radio on, the soft voice of Jeff Buckley invading the SUV. Grissom scratched his wrist; inspecting it he found a small red rash forming. Great, sickness, cravings and bloody rashes that's all he needed! Grissom wasn't showing it but inside he was ready to burst, he had had enough of this entire werewolf BS, he wanted to find the sick fuck who had killed Dorothy and Edward and throttle the prick. It wasn't enough that it had fed; it had decided Grissom and Sara were also on the menu. Well screw it! He and Sara were going to get through this, they were going to turn but Grissom was going to make sure he didn't murder anyone.

Sara made a funny gurgling noise and giggled, obviously enthralled with what she was dreaming about. Grissom's mouth upturned into a small smile, she was beautiful.

He reached out; ever so softly he caressed the skin that was peeking out from her sweater. It felt soft, like silk. He moaned and spread his palm across her neck, teasing the skin. He wanted to taste her he could smell her. Shampoo, soap, mint and ginger, god she was enticing. He took in her appearance; she wasn't as skinny as she was before, probably with her eating all that meat. Her body looked toned as she wore her normal tank top, her arms firm and sexy. He noticed a sparkle in her eye that wasn't there before and she smiled more. He wondered how she could enjoy herself and enjoy life, with this noose hanging around her neck, he knew it had sank in that she wasn't herself anymore, soon she would be a sweaty heaving beast, on the prowl for food. He shuddered at the thought of their upcoming doom.

He looked out of the window and noticed the pile up was slowly easing off; soon they'd be at the store buying whatever food they fancied.

Jeff Buckley ended on the radio, and another depressing tune started to play, Grissom sighed and waited for the jam to end.

After they finally made it to the store, Grissom gently woke Sara. Her sleepy brown eyes flickering open made Grissom's heart melt. He was sure he was in love with her. As they collected a cart and started to load it with food Sara suddenly stopped and looked at Grissom.

"Do you think we'll make it?"

Grissom frowned. "The store doesn't close till ten."

"Noo, do you think we'll make it, all these changes that's happened in just over a week? Can you handle the thought of turning into a werewolf and feeding on your fellow human beings?"

Grissom swallowed hard and continued to push the cart. Shrugging he faced Sara.

"Do you?"

"You want my honest answer?"

"Honesty is the best policy."

Sara brushed her hair back from her face.

"Right now I wonder how I've gotten this far. I'm surprised I didn't break down into a comatose state when we were told. What's happening to us isn't normal Griss…but…we're not normal, so I don't think it matters. What does matter is what's going to happen after all this, you and I can both feel us getting closer to each other, I don't want to think it's because of this whole ordeal, but if we find a cure for this 'thing' that's happening to us, will you just act like you were before all of this happened? Being closed off and cold. I don't think I could handle THAT."

Grissom sighed painfully. She was right, what was going to happen after all this was finished with? He couldn't close off again, he couldn't do that to Sara, right now she was his life, his breath. She was what made him turn up to work every night ready for another shift and another case.

"I like you Sara… I more than like you. When you walk into a room my heart flutters…my mouth goes dry, words don't come easily and I turn into this babbling fool who can't seem to say the right thing. I've punished you long enough, for something that isn't your fault…it's mine. I can't communicate properly with people and because of that one flaw Sara…I've hurt you so many times. I'd apologise, but I'd need to apologise thousands of times before any of them meant something to you. I've acted like an idiot…and look where it's gotten me. A house full of dead bugs…a job I sometimes detest, a beautiful young woman who I keep pushing away…"

"I'm not going to hurt you again, never. I need you Sara, without you right now…I don't know how I'd survive with all of this happening.."

Sara's eyes looked awful glassy as he stared into their depths for answers. Slowly, she made her way towards Grissom and lightly hugged him, whispering into his ear. "We can make this work."

Standing in the middle of Grissom's living room, Sara looked at his framed butterflies, she had found one that she found utterly beautiful. Grissom was making steaks, lightly seasoning them and shoving them into the grill. He watched Sara as she stared at one butterfly in particular; he made his way towards her softly.

"The steaks are grilling, fancy watching some TV while we wait?"

Sara smiled and made her way to the couch. "Sure."

Grissom curled his arm around her shoulders as they both sat on his couch watching some forensic program, which held little interest in them both. Grissom couldn't help getting close to Sara, getting whiffs of her shampoo and the smell that was uniquely Sara. Leaning down, he kissed her hair and instinctively pulled her towards him. Sara dropped herself into his lap, half sitting half lying on top of him.

"This feels so natural."

" It does."

"You don't feel uncomfortable?"

Grissom licked his bottom lip unconsciously staring at Sara's.

"A little, but it'll pass."

Sara laughed and covered his mouth with hers. The kiss was soft and slow, lips briefly touching yet they could both feel the electric connection. To think a few days ago they were hardly speaking and now they were in each other's arms kissing. Grissom nibbled on Sara's bottom lip, her hands wrapped in his silver curls. She had always wanted to run her hands through his hair, his curls felt soft. Pulling away they looked into each other's eyes deeply. They were both sure they could see sparks flying in each other's eyes.

"That was…"

"Did you feel it?"

Sara frowned. Did she feel what?

"Did you feel the connection? It was like, we became one. It wasn't just a kiss Sara, it was everything."

Sara nodded. He was completely right, she had felt it as soon as their lips touched, the spark that had passed through them both, melding them into one. They should have done this sooner, instead of prancing around each other for five years.

After eating their steaks they decided to curl up on the couch again, it felt so right and intimate. The whispers of love and devotion, of life after the Lab, family stories, stories about them both growing up isolated from the rest of society, they had so much in common they were sure they were made for each other. Content, they both fell softly asleep on the couch, both wrapped around each other; they didn't notice the dark figure hovering outside Grissom's front door…

To Be Continued…

Was that too lovey dovey? I didn't want to rush into the romance side of things too quickly, but I read this and re read it about fifty times, and it felt right…reviews and suggestions welcome..