a/n: i didnt exactly know wherer to go with this so i just fast-forwarded to 'Pirates Of the Third Reich' because it was something better to write about. so, yeah here it is...i think you'll like this one, em. oh, and by the way everyone, i think im gonna try adn end this one soon because i have a new one i want to start thats gonna be awesome. so any ideas for future chapters would be appreciated.
Sara sped along Highway 55, tailing Grissom in his black Denali. Where he was going, she did not know, but she knew it had something to do with the case, and he needed some sort of back up. He was driving so intently that he didn't even noticed that he was being followed. She stayed a little behind him anyway, making sure the red of his tail lights didn't get to close.
When Sara saw the sign declaring SPARKS that Grissom had passed a half minute before, she made the decision to call for additional back up. Grissom, ahead of her, pulled off onto a dirt road, following it to the spot where he'd processed Zoë Kessler's crime scene. As he neared the spot, he could see a woman in an SUV's headlights, the fierce light illuminating her leather-clad body as she made wide arcs with her arm.
As he neared, he could just make out something long and snakelike in her hand, lashing out in front of her.
Oh god…it's a whip…
He jumped from the car, jogging up behind Lady Heather. She was standing in front of Leon Sneller, who was tied to the front of a car, lacerations covering the better part of his body. Grissom could tell she knew he was there, but she didn't let up. She cracked the whip again, creating new bloody lines on Sneller's body. He cried out in pain.
"Heather!" Grissom yelled, using her name and not the usual 'Lady Heather', "Stop it!"
She didn't even flinch.
"No. Let me finish." She said, whipping Sneller again. Grissom could see tears wetting Heather's face, her features displaying a contorted mixture of satisfaction and pain.
She brought the whip back again to hit Sneller, but Grissom reached up and grabbed the end of the whip, intense pain burning into his hand when it came into contact. Heather tugged on the whip, whirling around.
"You cannot do this!" Grissom yelled, holding tight on the whip even as it cut his skin. This wasn't the right way Zoë's death should be avenged. Heather may have not been the best mother, but no child deserved this kind of treatment to her memory.
"No! Let go! Let…" Heather cried. Grissom just pulled harder.
"No."
"Please…" She begged him, her face a frenzy of feelings. Anger, hurt, pain…
"Stop," Grissom said, remembering their 'safe word', "Heather."
"Please…"
"I'm saying stop."
Then he pulled on the whip, pulling her close to him. She gasped deeply, breaking down into intense sobs. Grissom held her, his hand stroking the back of her head. He wasn't quite sure why. After a moment, he looked up and saw something he definitely hadn't expected to be there…
…Sara.
"You told me nothing went on with her."
Sara stared into her locker a week later, violently stuffing things in angrily. Grissom sat dejectedly behind her on the bench, his elbows on his knees, and his face in his hands. They hadn't purposely spoken since Sara had seen him holding Heather. She wasn't mad that he had slept with her (if he had), but she was mad that he hadn't told her the truth when she had asked him.
"It wasn't like that, Sara…" He tried, still not looking up.
"What was it like then, huh Grissom? Did you have to pay her? Or was it just a courtesy fu--"
"It wasn't like that!" Grissom cried out, interrupting her. Sara froze in front of her locker, still not turning to him.
"Then tell me the truth…what happened between you two?" She said quietly.
"I…She…" Grissom stuttered and then exhaled frustratedly. Sara slammed her locker shut and made to leave.
"Yeah, Grissom. You don't have an answer, for once." Sara spat as she left the room. Grissom looked up when she left, grabbing his things. He followed her down the hall.
"She intrigued me."
Sara stopped a few feet ahead of him at the sound of his voice. She turned, watching his gorgeous pleading blue eyes as he was getting ready to tell her the truth.
"What?" She asked.
She intrigues him? She's a damn prostitute, not a psychology assignment.
Grissom looked left and right, then grabbed her hand, taking her into his office and shutting the door. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the back of one hand.
"Something about her mystified me. You know, she could look at me and see everything. It was terrifying, yet so curious that I couldn't help myself from getting interested in her. She knew things about me that I hadn't even figured out yet…" Grissom said, standing between Sara and the door of his office.
"She's a special person. But…what I wanted from her was totally different from what she wanted from me. I wanted to talk about things, see the world from her point of view. She wanted…well she wanted from me what most men want from her." Grissom said, pleading with Sara to believe him.
"For a single moment, though, I wanted it, too. But then I realized how wrong it felt. She wasn't you," Grissom said, his hand reaching out to softly caress her pale cheek, "I ended it…nothing happened Sara, you have to believe me. I wouldn't lie to you…I care about you too much for that. If anything had happened I would have told you. Sara – I love you."
Sara couldn't resist those eyes and that pleading voice. She knew he'd been telling her the truth. She knew no other man that would be that honest. She fell into his chest, tears stinging her eyes but not falling. Immediately the familiar arms she had missed surrounded her.
"I'm sorry Griss…" She mumbled into his chest, "I should have believed you…we spent a week fighting over nothing."
"I know," Grissom said, kissing the top of her head, "God, I missed holding you…I don't want to fight with you…"
Sara leaned her face up to kiss him, both completely forgetting where they were. He kissed her fervently and desperately…he'd hated being sp emotionally separated from her after they had grown so attached. The whole time they had been not speaking to each other he'd wanted her so badly…to talk to her, to kiss her, to hold her…
His tongue ran along her lips, a subconscious action, and she reciprocated by moaning into his mouth. The sound brought him back to his senses, and he realized where they were – his office at the Lab.
"Sara," he said as she took a breath from kissing him. His blue eyes bored into her soft brown ones, like chocolate melting ice.
"Hm?" She said, movingto kisshis neck. It felt so good that Grissom couldn't help but groan a little. His heartbeat started to rise as he felt her tongue on his skin just below his beard.
"Honey, we have to stop you know, right?" He said, not really wanting to stop.
We're making out in my office! He thought frantically, stuck between wanting to kiss her so badly and the thought of the risk they were taking. But then again, the risk was a bit of a turn on…
"Mm…" Was the reply as his hand slipped under the hem of her t-shirt. Her lips found his again and they kissed for a long, hot moment. Grissom found himself getting very excited, and that bothered him. He knew that if things went much farther, he wouldn't be able to control himself. He'd never wanted someone as badly as he wanted her now, and it was driving him mad.
"Sara, we have to stop…" He said firmly. Her hands groped at his chest and she smiled at his sharp intake of breath.
"Yeah, but you don't want to, I don't want to…"
One of her hands drifted down below his waistline to untuck his shirt and she could feel the pulse on his neck start to race.
"Sara…" He said, his husky voice an unsure mixture of desire and a plea to stop. Sara's flat palm slid across the front of his black dress pants, where she could feel a bump growing.
"Oh god, Sara…stop…" Grissom moaned, his back now pressed hard up against the door. His eyes clamped shut and he was holding his glasses so tight in one hand Sara thought that they might shatter. He kept telling her to stop, but made no action to actually make her stop himself.
"Why should I?"
"Because," He said hoarsely, "Ecklie's gonna come in here and I'm gonna be having you on top of my desk…"
"Oh are you?" She said with a wicked smile.She was completely in control of him, and she was loving it. She was relentlessly touching him, kissing his neck, and making him crazy.
"Yes…I-I mean no! I mean…Ohhh yes!" He did his best to stifle the groan as Sara's hands touched bare skin. She smiled into his neck and he pushed his hips toward her.Grissom could no longer take this kind of torture.
In a quick movement that surprised Sara, his glasses and the file clattered to the floor when he raised his hands to her shoulders, pulling her tight against his body. He moaned and pushedher backso that her thighs touched the back of his desk.
"Sara, please…" He begged her, not fully knowing what he was begging her to do, "Oh god, Sara…Sar…Sa…" He lost control of his voice as heavy breathing took over and his eyes clamped shut again.
Nick walked down the hall after shift, getting ready to go home. He walked past the locker room, making his way to Grissom's office to say good night like he did every night at work. But when he got there, he was surprised to see that the door was closed and the only light filtering through the closed blinds was the blue-ish light that came from his tarantarium.
No way…Grissom is gone already? Since when does Grissom finish shift less than thirty minutes after it's supposed to end? He thought. Then he heard the groaning. Grissom was in there, and something was definitely wrong. Without another thought, Nick reached for the door handle.
When he stepped into the room, he saw Grissom sitting on the floor against one of the metal shelves, his chest heaving and his shirt untucked. Nick could see that his brow was damp with sweat.
"Jesus, Griss! You okay man?" He exclaimed, bending down to help Grissom up. The older man swatted away his hand and put his head between his knees.
"Nick…fine…go away…" he panted.
"No, Griss…you're not fine," Nick insisted, thinking that Grissom was suffering form a heart attack or something, "I'm gonna call an ambulance, okay buddy? Hang in there, boss…"
Grissom's eyes widened and he shook his head, starting to recover.
"No!"
Nick already had the cell phone out and had dialed " 9 – 1 - " when…
"He's okay, you don't need an ambulance…"
Nick turned around to find the source of the voice. Sara stood up from behind Grissom's desk and blushed. Nick looked from Grissom to Sara, then Sara to Grissom, his mouth open.
"Oh…OH!" He said, finally getting what was going on,"Okay, then…um, I'm just gonna leave now…" He said, frowning in an attempt to keep the smirk in. He was failing miserably. Sara bit her lip and just stood there as Nick backed away. He shut the door behind him, and she would have bet Warrick all her money that he high-tailed it out of there.
Grissom slid to the floor, half in still ecstasy, half in embarrassment.
"I told you…" He said, now recovering. Sara went over to him and held out a hand to help him up. He leaned into her, his hot breath tickling her neck.
"We can't ever do this again," he said after a moment. She nodded.
"But it was good wasn't it?"
Grissom smiled despite himself and nodded.
Very good...too good. And now Nick knows...Grissom thought, wondering if all respect that Nick may have had for him was lost. But in true manly fashion, Nick had an odd sense of respect, and probably had more if not less, repsect for him now that he knew what had been going on in that office with Sara...
a/n: lol i have such an odd imagination. but the last part i can so see happening...Nick just being like "oh...OH!" and the lightbulb clicking on. lol... please leave a review!
