Sara jogged down the hall to Grissom's office, worried about him. His little outburst in the interrogation had scared her a little and she wanted to know that he was okay. She found him standing facing away from the door, each palm splayed forcefully on his desk, leaning heavily on it, body rigid.
"Grissom?" She said quietly, slipping into the office and closing the door, "Are you okay?" She asked, not daring to move closer to him. He sighed and his head dropped a little lower.
"I'm…I'm fine. That guy just got to me." He said quietly, "I hate bastards like that guy." Sara smiled a little, stepping forward a few steps. He kept talking.
"He shouldn't have talked that way about you. He shouldn't have looked at you like that," He said, still quietly. Sara came closer and reached out a slender, pale hand to touch his shoulder. He tensed, then relaxed under her touch. He turned around to that they faced one another, only a few inches apart.
"I can't stand when they do that," He said softly, his voice deep and raw, "You don't deserve it."
And with that, he kissed her fiercely, releasing anger to her in the form of passion.
"Meet me after shift," She whispered in his ear after a few minutes, breathless and lips swollen, "My place."
And with that, she left his office.
Sara opened the door to find Grissom there, wearing light tan dress pants and a green polo shirt, looking incredibly sexy with his hands in his pockets.
Oh dear God…
She was in the middle of trying to slow her heartbeat and keeping her jaw from the floor when Grissom slipped by her and closed the door with one hand.
"Nice to see you," he said softly, noting that her hair looked good in a messy bun. She smiled her signature Sara gap-toothed smile.
"You see me every day."
"Not as much as I wish I could."
Sara was taken aback by this statement. All of a sudden their worlds had been overturned. Nick had almost died, they'd been in terrible danger more than once, and they had been dancing around a relationship for over a week. They had to deal with a rape case and a crazy rapist who'd told Grissom that he'd hurt her some day.
And now Grissom's in my apartment. Sara thought, her stomach doing flips. Ignoring his statement, she motioned to her living room/area.
"Come sit down," She said, taking a seat in the same place that she'd sat when he'd held her hand and she'd poured out her soul to him. And he sat in the same chair. And that was when she realized that that empty feeling her apartment had was gone now that he was back.
Grissom sighed, resting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his face.
"Tough case, huh?" He asked, knowing that Sara would be feeling its effects as well. He had suddenly felt very protective of her. He had finally realized that under that hardened exterior, Sara had a side of her that needed him, a part of her where she hid all of the things that she pretended didn't bother her.
She nodded, "I hate rape cases."
"I've noticed. Some of them really get to you, don't they?" He asked softly, a hand reaching out to caress the soft skin of her cheek. She nodded, getting that sad look in her eyes that Grissom hated to see. He got out of his chair and squatted in front of hers, holding both of her slender hands in his big ones.
"Please tell me you're okay, honey…" He said softly, his eyes glittering in the dim light of her living room.
"Grissom, I-I know this sounds kind of dumb and cheesy…but as long as you're here, I'll be fine," She said. His mouth pulled into a half grin.
"No…no, it's not cheesy at all…Sara, I never knew before, but around you I feel better all the time. I'm happier," Grissom said, making her smile shyly.
"I didn't let myself feel happy around you because I thought it was wrong. But I never knew how right it really felt." He stood up, placing one hand on each armrest, pinning her into the chair. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue running along her bottom lip. His anger and intensity flowed into her, filling her with strength.
Wow, each kiss just gets better, Sara thought.
Their tongues met and Sara couldn't help but moan a little, feeling Grissom tense at the sound. Her hands splayed across his chest and she pushed him up. His hands closed around her wrists as they stood up together, still kissing passionately. She flicked her tongue over that funny little tooth that Grissom had … the one that was set farther back that the others and Sara found oddly attractive. He chuckled into her mouth.
They stumbled back until Sara had him up against a wall, the kiss getting hotter with each growing moment. Her hand reached up into his curls, the simple touch of her fingers making him moan in pleasure. His hands had reached her waist, slipping under her shirt and warming her bare skin.
"Grissom!" She gasped breathlessly as his lips reached the skin just below her ear. She felt as if she was about to explode. All that was running through her head was a constant stream of 'Oh My God's. Her fingers tightened around his shoulders, digging in as he made rumbling sounds against her neck that vibrated her body.
Somehow, they ended up in Sara's bedroom, on top of her white duvet. Sara was making short work of his buttons while his hand traced her navel. He couldn't help but groan as he felt her hands on his bare chest. He growled her name and she shivered, feeling his on her hips.
His hands slipped down to the tops of her thighs and he stared down at her, beneath him.
"I killed her. And you know what? I liked it. You know what it's like, Doc? To have the woman who ruined your life underneath you, powerless? I bet you have someone at home, don't you…yeah and when she goes and hurts you, you'll want to hurt her. And I did it. I hurt her. You'd be surprised at how good it feels…"
He stopped, watching Sara breathing hard and blinking up at him. Then he saw the face of Charlotte Connors instead of her. He saw Debbie Marlin. He saw dozens of women who had been hurt by men. Their lovers, their friends…
"I can't do this."
a/n: review!
