Warning. This chapter is M for a reason! Sexual content is evident in this chapter. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter 27- Coming of one, undoing of another

2 make-up jobs, 7 outfits and 3 hissy-fits later; Sara Sidle was ready for her date with Grissom and currently pacing her apartment floor. As she went through all the possible and probable ways this could get screwed up, a knock disturbed her thought process. Shirt straight, jeans ironed, she made sure all was perfect as she answered the door, to find a grinning Grissom, blue eyes shining and all.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself," She grinned opening the door further for Grissom to step in.

He complied and shut the door behind him.

"I'll just be a few… what?" Sara caught him looking at her funny.

"You look… beautiful." He said softly

"Griss, their jeans." She blushed and gave him a smile, "But thank you."

Grissom nodded and stepped forward, reaching for her hands, wanting to touch her.

Sara obliged meeting him half way, smiling like a child on Christmas day, "I'm really happy we decided to do this." She spoke softly.

"Me too," he spoke in a barely audible whisper. Leaning forward Grissom captured her lips with his own and waited for Sara to disapprove of his actions. But he felt her press into his lips with her own tender ones, as encouragement for him to continue. He brought his hands to her waist, pulling her close, grazing his tongue gently over her bottom lip as he sought for entry and was presented with the gift as she opened for his tongue as an invitation to duel with her own. Bringing her hands up, she gently rested them on his neck and slowly backing up against the wall, in need for support.

He felt her throaty moan against his lips as his hands connect with the skin on the small of her back. Slowly, and gently Grissom pulled his lips from hers only to rest them on her cheek, jaw line and various other places, creating a trail of tender kisses down and across her collar bone.

"Griss…" She let out a soft whimper.

Grissom pulled his head up to be eyelevel with the angel before him, question evident in his eyes.

"No dinner." Her head was spinning with excitement. She'd rather starve then leave this moment. "Stay here." She said opening her eyes as they met with his ocean of passion, and a pleading look in hers.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, "I don't want to rush anything."

Sara nodded.

After kissing her forehead Grissom was once again attacking her collar bone, his hands running over the small of her back. Slowly, he brought his hands to the hem of her shirt and lifting it up and over her head, revealing a pale blue bra. As he tossed the shirt further into the house, Grissom slowly pulled the straps from Sara's shoulders and undid the clasp behind her. He never heard the thump from the material when he caught sigh of Sara.

"You're beautiful." He whispered right before he dipped forward and took a pert nipple between his teeth, rewarding him with a cry from its owner.

He paid specific attention to one and messaged the other before switching his lips across, giving equal attention to its mate. He felt Sara's hand in his curls, as it messaged his scalp gently pulling on his hair. He heard her breath his name and felt a harder tug pulling his head to be level with hers. "Couch," she breathed and caught his bottom lips between her teeth. Grissom caught into the idea and shuffled them both to the couch. The couch hit the back of Sara's knees and she immediately was pressed backwards by Grissom. Eye connected, Grissom gently grazed his hand up and down her side.

"You want this?" He asked gently.

Sara nodded, "Yes."

With agonizing speed, Grissom reached between them for her jeans and unbuttoned them, leaving her to pull them off while he attacked his own. Resuming his position after sliding his clothing off and smiled at Sara's flushed face and needy eyes. Keeping eye contact, Grissom slowly ran his hand down her thigh and wrapped his hand under her knee, gently pulling her leg up and over his shoulder. Sara gently kissed his neck before her hand found his erection, guiding him between her slick and ready folds, both groaning as the two become on item, Grissom filling her completely.

Sara wrapped her other leg around his thigh, wanting to feel him completely as he slowly pumped in and out of her. Every one of his trusts, met by her own needy ones, slowly bringing them both closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. "Faste-oh god." She breathed as he picked up his pacing no longer savoring the moment but greedy for the aftermath of it all. He felt the pleasure build in the pit of hit stomach as her walls began to contract and release around him, his name rolling off her tongue in a high, loud cry of pleasure. Two more trusts and he spent him self within her walls as he cried her name over and over.

The two lay panting in a heap of sweat and bliss. Happy that 6 years of waiting and the unspoken need for sex a constant in the atmosphere, was finally released, and no regrets were even thought. Putting weight on his forearms, Grissom looked down as the frazzle haired brunette beneath him. At a loss for words, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Sara's lips, "I Love You." He mumbled.

Sara felt what he said rather then hearing it. She backed away and searched his eyes for a hint of a lie.

It came unfound.

"I-I Love you too…" She smiled up at her new lover.

Smirking, Grissom kissed her forehead and proceeded to look at the TV clock. "We gave 2 hours till we have to leave, are you hungry?" He asked quietly.

Sara nodded, "yea I'll make something."

"In a minute," he said rolling off her body and pulling her to him.

Sara nodded and rested her head in the crook of his neck. "Alright,"

Alyssa walked into the lab at Catherine's side, which earned her looks to begin with. The fact that she was paranoid as hell… well that was a different story all together. The two chatted lightly as they entered the break room and was faced with Grissom and, Sara and Greg's confused faces.

"I thought you were starting tomorrow." Greg furrowed his brow.

"Yea well something came up." Alyssa said making a bee-line for the coffee. This was going to be a long night and she definitely knew it. After pouring her self a cup she walked over and joined the other at the table.

"There's no sugar in it." Greg pointed out.

"That's why they pay you the big bucks Greg, to solve things." She said taking another sip of her coffee. "Sorry," She apologized but didn't offer anymore more.

Grissom raised his eyebrow, "Alright, let us start, Sara, Gre-"

"We have to wait for Nick," Greg said cutting Grissom off and "and Warrick."

"Warrick will be running late and Nick has called in sick." Grissom explained.

It took everything in her will power not to snort and laugh cynically at Nick's reasoning. She just looked over at Catherine who in turn offered a sympathetic smile the focused her attention back on Grissom.

"As I was saying, Sara and Greg, 419 in Henderson, meet O'Riley there. Catherine Call Warrick, Suspicious activity on the strip, something about a clown and stripper. Tell Warrick to meet you there. And Miss Crane you're with me, we have to take over a case from Days, we get to attend an autopsy."

Grissom passed out the two sheets and stood with his folders, "Class dismissed children." He motioned for Alyssa to follow.

"Lucky, lucky me…" She sighed and stalked out after her boss.

"Is she ok?" Greg and Sara asked in unison.

Catherine shook her head, "Nick arrived at her apartment drunk." She said flatly knowing they could keep a secret, just that, a secret.

TBC…