Chapter 2
Grissom and Sara stood in the hallway at the lab and watched Ecklie being led away in handcuffs. His arrest was the culmination of weeks of investigation on their part and was both satisfying and unsettling. Neither of them had wanted to believe that the man could actually have been selling out his fellow law enforcement officers but it was true. When he disappeared around a corner Grissom turned to Sara and said, "I guess I should say good job. I'm just not sure how I feel about it."
Sara sighed and said, "Yeah, I know. The great Conrad Ecklie selling out the law he swore to uphold. It still amazes me that he thought it was not okay for us to be involved but was okay for him to accept bribes. I don't understand how his mind works."
"Neither do I," Grissom said with a sad shake of his head. "Come on, Sara, let's go home." With that he took her hand and they walked out of the building and into the sunlight.
As they reached Sara's car Grissom's cell phone rang. He flipped it open and said, "Grissom."
"Gil," the sheriff said, "Are you still in the building?"
"I'm in the parking lot. I was just headed home." Grissom paused for a second before saying, "I can come back in."
"Would you? There's something I need to discuss with you." The sheriff sounded weary and he still had at least eight hours to go.
"Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes," Grissom responded.
"Thanks, Gil, and tell Sara I said good job." The sheriff hung up before Grissom could respond.
Closing the phone Grissom smiled ruefully. "The sheriff said you did a good job."
"Does this mean no sex today either?" Sara said with a laugh.
"Why don't you go to my house? I shouldn't be long. If you're still awake when I get there I may accommodate you." Grissom responded to her teasing with a little of his own. "I think it's been a couple of days too many." His eyes moved to her lips and he watched her tongue run over them nervously.
Without warning, Sara stretched up and laid her mouth over his. Pulling back, she grinned and said, "You have the sexiest mouth. Hurry home bugman, I'll be waiting." With a wicked look, Sara climbed in the car and headed for Grissom's, leaving him looking after her.
Grissom made his way to the sheriff's office with a bemused expression on his face. Never had anyone made him feel the way Sara did. Entering the outer office, Grissom greeted the sheriff's secretary. She held up a finger and picked up the phone. After a moment she told him to go in. Grissom thanked her and entered the inner office. The sheriff stood and extended his hand. "Come on in, Gil, and have a seat. Can I get you some coffee?"
"No thanks. I've got to get some sleep today," Grissom replied as he shook the man's hand.
"Okay. I'll get straight to the point," he said. "First, I've talked to Catherine and let her know that you'll be back in charge of the shift tonight."
"Alright. It'll be good to be back all the way," Grissom responded.
The sheriff nodded and then said, "Second, I am looking for someone to fill Conrad's position."
"Are you asking me if I'm interested?" Grissom asked quietly.
"Well, you are the most obvious choice. You have the experience and the credentials. Are you interested?" he asked.
"Um…I…uh…I'm flattered. I really didn't expect this." Grissom stumbled over his words as the sheriff's offer took him by surprise. "Can I think about it?"
"Sure, Gil," he said magnanimously, "Take a few days to think it over. I'm serious about this. Why don't we talk Monday?"
"Yes, Monday would be good. I'll have an answer for you then," Grissom said.
The sheriff stood and held out his hand again. When Grissom gripped it with his own, he said, "Gil, thanks for your work on this. I appreciate it. I'll see you Monday."
Grissom left the office and walked quickly, with his head down, to his car. He drove home turning the sheriff's offer over in his mind. It wasn't until he saw Sara's car parked in the garage that his mood lightened. He opened the back door and was greeted by the smell of pancakes and the sight of Sara in a t-shirt and panties.
Turning around, she flashed him a grin and said, "Hey. I made pancakes."
Grissom walked over and wrapped his arms around her. "It does a man good to come home to this. Are you really hungry?" The glint in his eye made Sara laugh. The sound was low and throaty and put a throb between Grissom's legs.
"You are going to have to wait. Pancakes aren't good when they're cold." Wriggling out of his arms she carried to plates over to the table and sat down.
Grissom joined her and said, "I can think of a better use for syrup." His eyes were hot as they trailed the length of her legs.
Sara leaned over and gave him a sweet kiss. "Down bugman. There will be time for that later." She gave him a smile so full of erotic promise that he felt his heart speed up in response. "What did the sheriff want?"
Grissom cleared his throat and turned his attention to the pancakes in front of him. As he ate he told Sara about his conversation with the sheriff.
When he had explained the sheriff's offer Sara said, "Wow. That's great. How do you feel about it?"
"I am extremely flattered that he would make the offer but I'm not sure it's something I want to do. I am a scientist, a teacher, not a politician." Grissom gave a self-deprecating grin and said, "You know that I don't like to kiss ass."
Sara threw her head back and laughed. "Couldn't have said it better myself."
They finished the pancakes and cleared the table. Sara took advantage of every opportunity to touch Grissom. He took advantage of every opportunity to get in her way. Grissom had never considered doing dishes to be foreplay but he was definitely aroused. When she 'accidentally' pushed her backside against his groin for the third time Grissom grabbed her hips and held her in place. "I think the kitchen is clean enough," he growled. "Let's go to bed."
"Why do we have to go to bed?" Sara asked, looking over her shoulder and smiling.
"I guess we don't." Grissom bent his head and nuzzled her ear.
Sara responded by pushing back against him. He tightened his grip on her hips as she wiggled her backside. She smiled when he moaned. "I don't think we've ever had sex in the kitchen," she said.
"No. I don't believe we have." Grissom held her in place as he ground against her. "Seems like a good time to remedy that situation."
"Oh yeah, now is a very good time," Sara said as she brought her arms up to encircle his neck. She gasped as Grissom's hands left her hips and traveled up her sides to cradle her breasts. His thumbs gently brushed over her nipples making them harden. His lips found her ear and he placed soft kisses along the outer edge. He felt her breathing grow shallow as he ran his hands down and slid them under the hem of her shirt. His big hands splayed across her taut abdomen before beginning a slow journey north. Sara's hands were stroking the curls at the back of his neck. Her head was thrown back against his shoulder and she was moaning quietly.
"Ummm, so soft. You feel so good." Grissom brushed his palms lightly over her aching nipples. His tongue came out to lick the skin just below her ear sending shivers down her spine. He reached up and tugged on her arms until she unwound them from his neck. Using her shoulders he turned her around to face him and pressed his lips to hers in a blistering kiss that left them both breathless. Sara pushed against his chest until he released her with a quizzical look. Smiling she reached down and pulling her shirt over her head dropped it on the floor at their feet. The fire in Grissom's eyes heated her skin.
"Now you," she murmured. "I want to see you." Grissom yanked his shirt over his head and dropped it on top of Sara's. She reached out a hand and laid it over his heart. Bending forward she licked his flat nipple, smiling when he jerked in response.
"Oh, so you want to play dirty, huh?" Grissom smiled as he grabbed Sara around the waist and hauled her against his chest. "Well, let's see how you like this," he said as he bent his head and caught a nipple between his lips. Sara's hands came up and grabbed his shoulders and a groan rumbled in her throat.
"I like it just fine," she said with a breathy voice. "Liking it better all the time."
Grissom chuckled and the vibration drew another groan from Sara. Pulling away, Grissom took her hand and led her to a stool at the breakfast bar. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her underwear and slowly pushed them down her legs. He stood and let his eyes trail down the length of her. Bringing his eyes back to hers, Grissom said, "Sit down." Sara reached for his belt but Grissom stopped her hands and repeated, "Sit down."
Sara sat with her knees pressed together modestly. Her eyes were wide with surprise and something else. She had never seen this more forceful Grissom but she was looking forward to getting to know him. He stepped closer and, holding her hands in his, kissed her. His lips ravaged hers. His tongue thrust in and out of her mouth in a sexy rhythm. They were both breathing hard when he broke the kiss. His eyes were feverish as he took in her kiss swollen lips, the flush on her chest, the pert breasts with their hard nipples, her hooded eyes. Kneeling, he placed his hands on Sara's knees and gently pushed them apart. Sara used her hands to cover herself from his gaze.
"No, Sara, don't hide. You're beautiful." Grissom brushed her hands aside and let his eyes roam over her exposed flesh. "Let me taste you." Lifting her legs, one at a time, and placing them over his shoulders Grissom bent and placed his lips over the sensitive skin between Sara's legs. He made love to her with his mouth and fingers while she held on to the sides of the chair and writhed against his face. When she climaxed he held her hips and reveled in her release.
Sara used her hands to urge him to his feet. She reached for his belt and this time he didn't try to stop her. She pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles and using her hands guided him into her body. Grissom let out a low hiss as his body pushed into hers. He felt Sara's legs wrap around his hips and pull him in tight as her hands clung to his shoulders. His head was thrown back and the chords stood out in his neck as he moved slowly in and out. Sara rose up and began placing wet kisses on every inch of him her mouth could reach. Grissom could feel the orgasm gathering like a storm in his body. He quickened his pace, all his attention focused on the place where his body met hers. Grissom felt her body clench around his and the sensation shoved him over the edge.
