DISCLAIMER: Don't own it... No money made... Just for fun and enjoyment.

SUMMARY: Sequel to Displacement. The CSI team and their recently hired coroner Stephanie are back to work solving cases, sharing companionship and generally making their way through the dire world of criminal investigation with humor and friendship... This one will show the development of the relationship between Grissom and Sara and there should be some other surprises down the road as well. Romance/Drama/Angst/Mature Situations

RATING: M for Mature - I'm starting this one out at "M", since we won't be waiting quite so long for the smut this time out ;) Also, there is a sprinkling of language throughout the story. And the rating applies BIG TIME to this chapter.

A/N: You asked for more... And I have responded :D And no need to worry... There will be more to come :) On a side note... I feel really good after shipping off the travelling exhibit once again, and also very, very tired. Which means I wont be waking up until it's SHOWTIME! And wouldn't have time to post another chapter until the wee hours. So, to celebrate, I'm posting this little smut chapter now. Enjoy:D

REVIEWS: I am always looking for ways to improve my writing, and your reviews let me know if I am hitting my mark. Thank you in advance for the time you take to review this story.


Chapter 13

"If I had to listen to one more sniveling little sorority chick I was going to go postal!" Sara continued to vent about the unusual case she and Catherine had been subjected to for nine straight hours. Grissom was trying desperately not to laugh at her frustration and to simply help her relax, but the more she went on about the case, the more he just wanted to roll on the floor laughing. "I mean seriously, Gil… How could twelve women be that unbearably stupid AND still get into college?"

He moved his hands from her waist to her shoulders and began to massage the exceptionally tense muscles he watched her flex as her tirade continued. "I know how… They're nothing but a bunch of over-privileged princesses getting through life on Daddy's dime and their tits."

"Sara…"

"No Gil, I mean it. You should have seen the way they were trying to throw themselves at the cops on the scene, just to get them not charge them with anything. It was disgusting!" Sara was beginning to run out of steam as he stepped up his attention to her neck and shoulders. "Thank God Brass was there… Who knows what-… Mmmmmm… Right there." He had finally gotten her attention, and her head lolled forward as he dug deeper into the offending muscle. Gil continued for a few more minutes, with her responding in kind to his ministrations, but then she lost her balance a moment when one of her knees wobbled slightly.

He moved his arms back around her waist and held Sara close to him, bending his head down to whisper in into her ear, "Maybe we should move this somewhere else?"

She turned suddenly in his embrace and captured his mouth with her lips, chewing slightly on his bottom lip when they parted. "That sounds like the best idea I've heard all night," she spoke and her voice had transformed into a velvety purr that was pure music to his ears. Sara broke from his embrace and started walking towards the hallway. However, before she was completely out of reach, Sara had grabbed hold of his belt and pulled him along with her by the buckle.

A broad smile spread over Grissom's face as he responded to her actions, "Why, Miss Sidle… Whatever did you have in mind?"

She nodded to one side, not pausing for even a moment, "Well, considering what I have been dealing with all night, I think a nice, hot bath sounds like a fantastic idea." She turned back to him and flashed him with a sultry wink, "And what's a bath without my favorite back scrubber?"

When they reached the bathroom, they wasted no time. As they kissed and explored each other's bodies, clothes were flying all over the place. Sara could tell that she had obviously been neglecting him as she carried on about her case for more than an hour, because Gil seemed desperate for her as they stripped. She also realized that they were probably not going to make it into the tub before they got started when he planted one of those amazing, knee-weakening kisses on her and she fell into his arms.

As she was coming back around from the assault on her mouth, she felt his warm, moist breath on her throat with each kiss he trailed across there. And when she pressed herself closer to him, she also felt the hardness between his thighs. No, this was going to be down and dirty to start out, but Sara was not about to complain. She wanted him just as desperately as he wanted her. When his mouth finally reached her breast, she was ready and was not in any frame of mind to wait a moment longer. "Gil… Now," she huffed out in a ragged breath.

He stood upright again and kissed her mouth softly, "But we haven't even started the water, yet?" His mouth was still paying tribute to her swollen lips as she tried to bend backwards and down to reach for the water knobs, but it was not working. With his arms wrapped tightly around her, she twirled in them once more, but this time to face away from him. He flushed with the excitement of it, but held firm to her belly as he began to trail kisses across her shoulders. When she bent over to turn the water on, they both had the same idea and dropped to their knees. He reached over her and turned the cold water knob as she did with the hot water, but when he released the knob he leaned into her even more and kissed the side of her neck as he kneaded her shoulders a moment.

Not satisfied with their closeness, she pushed back into him and turned her head into his kiss. She held one arm over the edge of the tub and rested her head on it, as she pulled her other arm behind her, attempting to guide him in the act. Instead, he took her hand into his and popped her fingers into his mouth to suckle at them a moment. However, it was when his other hand made contact with her center that she was truly lost to her desire.

He began to stroke at her folds and to tease her nub. When he felt the faint quivers in her legs, he knew she was ready and he guided himself up to the gate. When Sara began to throw her head back at the ministrations of his fingers, she realized that he had once again anticipated her next move. And as he sunk into her walls she braced herself on the edge of the tub and cried out. But the real fun came when she felt him mold himself to her back and began to massage her breasts, one at a time as they rocked back and forth on the bathroom floor. He was not only building himself up for a climax, but he was also bringing her to another peak. When she felt the waves begin to wash over her, she held onto the edge of that tub for dear life, because he was right there with her and his thrusts became more intense as his own orgasm caught him up in the tide of ecstasy.

They were both spent, and movement was not in their vocabulary in that moment. When Sara was finally able to look up, she could see that the tub was filled and she reached over to shut off the taps. She turned back to look at him as he clutched her to him while he panted. "After that little display, Dr. Grissom… I think we both need the tub now."