Laura could tell at once when Grissom pulled up in the car that he and Sara had sorted out whatever it was they had needed to sort out. Why the hell couldn't I find a guy like him? She certainly understood what Sara saw in him - tall, dark, handsome, brooding, intelligent, kind, emanating an alpha male attitude that had absolutely nothing to do with being better than other men. He was the best in his own right. After all the shit Sara had gone through, she needed someone like him - strong, yet gentle. She smiled at the two figures in the car, and approached the driver's side. "You two get in the back, she said, trying to turf Grissom and Sara out.
Sara raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
Laura rolled her eyes. "You guys must be burnt out from all this. Sit in the back, hold hands and let me drive," she said, watching Grissom reluctantly relinquish the steering wheel. He made for the other side of the car, opening the door for Sara and loading up the grocery bags on to the shotgun seat. He opened the back door for Sara, helped her in, then took a seat next to her, immediately grabbing her hand. Sara leaned into his side and closed her eyes.
Laura smiled at the sight of both of them, looking so happy and contented, the right pieces of the jigsaw puzzle finally together at the right time, in the right place. "You two make a damn good couple," she said, looking over her shoulder and smiling.
Grissom flashed her a half-smile, then turned his attention back to Sara, nuzzling her hair with his nose. "You okay?" he whispered, letting go of her hand and sliding his arm around her waist.
Sara made a drowsy, happy sound. "Mom, do you ever know when to be quiet and just let people cherish the moment?" she asked, in a mock-chiding voice.
Laura laughed. "Obviously not. I'm just happy because you two are sorted out now, all happy and together, and stuff."
"Woah, woah, hang on a minute!" Sara exclaimed. "Yeah, we've sorted out our problems, and we've spoken about things, but we haven't actually come to the decision that we're going to start dating." She exchanged a look with Grissom, making sure she hadn't made an erroneous assumption. Grissom wisely nodded.
"We'll discuss it later," he whispered in her ear.
"We're gonna hit the sack," Sara told Laura when they arrived back at the apartment. "We need a proper sleep after all this upheaval," she explained.
Laura nodded knowingly. "It's cool, you're a grown woman," Laura told her. "I have no right to tell you what to do and what not to do, especially when it comes to men," she added, winking at Grissom.
Sara chose not to say anything in reply to this, but turned to Gil. "Will you give me a few minutes to gt ready?"
His smile was benevolent. "I don't think that's gonna please your mom," he answered. "She probably won't be happy until we go in there at the same time, rip each others clothes off and frolick on the bed."
Sara swatted his arm, smiled at her mother. "Now look what you've done," she said.
"So, what exactly are we going to discuss?" Sara asked, lying in bed, pouting seductively.
Grissom raised an eyebrow and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his smooth, broad chest. "I know we've talked about how we feel about each other," he said, slipping out of his trousers and joing her in the warm cocoon. "But what do you want to do about it?"
"Nuh-uh," she chided. "You know what I want. I want you, in every way - emotionally, mentally, intellectually, physically, sexually - so the question is what do you want to do about it?" She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the gentle thud of his heartbeat under the soft skin and sinewy muscle.
Grissom's hand slipped down her back, cupping her buttocks. "You know how I feel. I want you, I want to be there for you, in all the ways you've just described, and more. I want to be everything to you. But more than that, I want you to let me."