An American Werewolf In Vegas

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A/N: Thank you for the reviews, I feel worse, I have to give the doc another urine sample and now I'm worried. I also have to go back to school, so gawd knows how I'm going to sit through classes bunched up in a hard plastic chair…just the thought makes me groan in pain…

Chapter Nine: A Parallel Universe

Sleep had never been so peaceful, in Sara's case maybe an hour of sleep would reduce her into a blubbering fool, crying and sobbing over nightmares, which had lasted over twenty years. She had neverwoken up next to someone feeling so happy, even…jubilant. Grissom felt fantastic in her arms, he was soft and cuddly almost like a cuddly toy, he smelled of the morning, fresh air and the Lab. His face was relaxed in sleep; he looked almost ten years younger, his lines of worry gone, his frown now turned into a soft small smile. Sara liked the sleeping Grissom, he looked boyish and charming, cute and sexy, she placed a soft kiss on his lips, not hard enough for him to wake up, but soft enough for it to tickle.

Sara stared at Grissom, this was a part of him she had never seen, she had always witnessed the busy Grissom, his face contorted into a wince or a frown dealing with an odd or hard case, or the tired Grissom, snapping at the Lab tech's and Greg for being careless or childish, or the 'I have a migraine' Grissom, moody and snappy, almost sad like. Sara laughed at herself for looking into Grissom's mood and features too much; she wouldn't change him for the world.

Sara suddenly sobered at the thought that soon she wouldn't be herself, and this happy almost fairy tale like relationship would be strained under the pressure of their upcoming 'situation'. Sara had meant ever word se had said to Grissom in the store, she didn't want to think that after all this had finished he would pull away and become the cold Grissom everyone at the Lab knew. It would break her in half and she didn't think she could cope with being alone once again, after having a taste of what life would be like living and waking up with her in Grissom's arms.

His face moved ever so slightly, a cute scrunch of the nose followed by a moan. Sara smiled and kissed his nose several times; she waited till his eyes opened, blue orbs staring at her with a sparkle of something new. He looked sleepy, his hair mussed up. He smiled shyly at her and yawned.

"Morning."

Sara kissed his lips, aching to taste him. "Morning."

This felt so…domesticated, it was as if they had been doing this for years now, waking up to greet each other morning, it felt so right and so homely.

Grissom cupped Sara's pale cheek in his hand and caress the soft skin; he loved the feel of her.

"Are we…okay?"

Sara snuggled under Grissom's chin, his beard tickling her forehead and neck, as she got comfy. "Yes."

"Good."

They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, Grissom's hand reaching out to touch the flesh beneath her tank top, he found warm skin, she felt like heaven. It occurred to him then that things could never go back to the way they were before, they had crossed an invisible barrier and there was no going back, they would get through this together, they would stay together, he wouldn't let Sara run away, he wouldn't let her hurt anymore, he was there for her.

"This feels…"

"Nice?"

"I was going to say normal, but yes…it feels nice."

Sara fingered his beard. "It feels like we should have done this ages ago doesn't it?"

"It does." Grissom sighed.

People walked by, hand in their pockets, talking on cell phones, talking to one another, it all seemed normal yet it felt so wrong. People went about their daily routines, walking the dog, taking out the trash, feeding the family and not one of them thought that at some point in their life they would either be murdered or a family member would be murdered. This thought haunted Sara, it chilled her to the bone, people were so naïve that they didn't understand their lives was in serious danger. Maybe tonight, maybe next week Sara would see one of the faces that walked by that afternoon lying motionless on one of Doc Robbins autopsy tables, their head bashed in, their throat slit, a gun shot wound to the chest.

Life was unfair. She remembered how she had felt when she witnessed the murder of her father. The cold feeling lying at the bottom of her stomach, her head pounding and her eyes watering. The tears that fell that night had stung her pretty childish face, her father in a pool of blood, her mother quietly laughing as she stared at the motionless corpse that had once been her father. Sara would never forgive her mother for what she did, how could she? Her father had been smart, funny and a likeable guy, yet he had had a terrible temper, but that didn't excuse what her mother had done. A tear trailed down Sara face as she remembered the past; wiping it away angrily she told herself sternly "What happened in the past, stays in the past Sidle."

But it would never wipe away the memory.

Coffee filled her senses and she finally woke up, this is what it felt like to be alive and well and happy for the first time in years, yet behind it all there was a big black monster waiting to be released.

"Coffee first thing in the morning really makes my day."

Grissom smiled as he brought her cup over to her and sat down on his couch, he watched her sip her coffee while watching the people outside with a look of regret on her face. He wished he could take that pain from her, the pain only he saw.

"I uh…found a rash on my wrist yesterday.."

Sara frowned. "Another part of the changing process?"

"Yeh…"

"It doesn't matter how much we want to forget about it, there'll be something there all the time reminding us of it!"

Grissom nodded and drank his coffee. Sara put her cup of coffee down and made her way towards Grissom, he in turn laid his coffee cup on the coffee table and watched as Sara placed herself in his lap. She looked into his blue eyes and caressed his bearded cheek.

"I just want to forget…"

She kissed him like before, soft and sweet, Grissom opened his mouth to say something, Sara stuck her tongue in his mouth, caressing his rough muscle with hers. Grissom didn't know how to explain what he was feeling right now, he was on fire, Sara's body wriggling around in his lap aroused him, his hard member waiting to be released. The kiss was erotic and romantic; they tasted each other coffee mingled with the taste of each other, Sara moaned as Grissom pulled her head down so he could kiss her deeply.

It wasn't until Sara pulled away that Grissom heard his cell phone vibrating, he sighed and quickly pecked Sara on the cheek as he headed for the damn thing.

"It's Cathrine.."

He answered his cell, Mming and Ahhing every so often, his face contorted into a frown as he said, "I'll be there."

Disconnecting the call he turned to Sara and ran his hand through his curls.

"Four more bodies have been found, hearts eaten and the body partially eaten."

Sara stood up in shock. "But…the full moon…it's not until a week and a half away.."

"I know…"