15
On Christmas Eve, Grissom went out to his car to bring in all Sara's gifts. They'd made a deal that he was not to go into the guest room. Figuring that was where she was hiding his gifts, he decided to just keep hers in his car. She brought things out of the guest room while he carried gifts inside. By the time everything was under the tree, it looked like they had about three children.
After they took a picture of the tree, Sara went over and picked a bag up. "Here. If I remember correctly, you're supposed to open one gift on Christmas Eve."
"Oh! Well, let me pick out one for you as well." Grissom studied the tree for a few moments, decided what to choose. He hadn't wrapped any of the gifts, so he wasn't sure what was in any of the boxes. There were a few he could guess at because of the size of the package, though. He decided to go with one of the boxes that looked like a shoebox. Surely that would not give away his ultimate gift. "Here. You first."
"Before I open this, I, uh, I'd like to thank you."
"But you haven't opened it yet."
"No, I mean, I haven't thanked you for what you did for me."
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean stepping down from your position. I know how much your job means to you and that must have been tough for you."
"Sara, I like being a CSI. I like following the evidence. There is no part of me that likes being supervisor. I hate the paperwork. I hate the 'politics'. And I hate the decisions. Some of the decisions I had to make are what prevented me from taking this step with you. I knew that I couldn't have been fair or objective if we'd been in a relationship. Anyway, what I'm trying to say, is that…well…this decision was a whole lot easier than the next one we're going to have to make."
"Yes, I know."
"But let's not think of that right now. Just open your gift."
She opened the box to find a gorgeous pair of strapped silver dress sandals. They had only a slight heel, which she loved and they buckled at the ankle. "These are beautiful. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Now open yours."
Grissom pulled the gift out of the bag. "Uh…I believe this would actually be for you." Inside he'd found a red, satin negligee. There were spaghetti straps and black lace around the bottom hem. The plunging v-neck would leave little to the imagination and the length would only barely cover her behind.
"Well, it might be actually for me, but technically, it would be for you."
"Well…technically…uh…"
"No pressure. I just wanted you to know that it's yours and you can, uh, use it whenever you'd like."
"Well…thank you."
"You're welcome."
"I'm, uh, going to jump in the shower."
"Okay." She's never seen him move so fast in his life.
When he'd finished with his shower, Sara slipped into the bathroom. The room was not steamy at all. He'd obviously taken a cold shower. She smiled to herself as she got into the shower. At one point, she thought she heard the door open, but when she called his name, Grissom did not answer. When she got out though, she saw that her robe had been replaced on the hook on the back of the door with Grissom's gift.
When she walked out of the bathroom, there were no lights on. He'd lit candles and had music on. He was good at romance when he needed to be. She walked to the edge of the bed.
"May I?"
His jaw was dropped slightly. "By all means."
"Good." She crawled in next to him. He turned toward her. "Uh…I just want you to know that I didn't buy this to try and force you to…"
Grissom put a finger to her lips, "Sshh. I'm fine. Just, uh, well…I haven't done this in a really long time, so…"
Sara silenced him with a kiss. "I love you, Grissom."
"I love you, too, Sara."
In between kisses, "Grissom?"
"What?"
"Make love to me."