Irrefutable
By: Manigault
Note: This chapter is a bit different. This story is a bit different from my others but I hope it's enjoyable.
Thanks to everyone who has read and for those who have reviewed!
Paragraphs in italics are memories.
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The Garage
Sara pulled into her driveway, their driveway, and pressed the remote control that revealed the garage where she and Grissom had parked their cars day after day, side by side, for the past eight months. It sounded trivial, but to her it was so significant. The shared intimacy that extended to the vehicles they drove, day in and day out, trivial and yet oh so meaningful.
With slow motion she pulled her car into the three car garage, turned off the ignition, and gripped the steering wheel as she remembered the first time she and Grissom had pulled into this garage.
'Now tell me that you're glad I insisted on a house with a big garage,' Sara had teased him when they stepped out of their respective cars and had plenty of room to meet between the two vehichles where they had proceeded to kiss like teenagers, her back pressed against his Denali, his hands roaming over her body. Like newlyweds they had proceeded to have wild passionate sex against the car, her legs wrapped around his waist and his body hard and eager to consumate their first step as officially living together as a couple.
"You are brillant," he had whispered in her ear and suggested they take it inside the house. It wasn't the last time they had made love in the garage. After the Caprice comments concerning fantasies they had hurried home and made love on the hood of Grissom's Denali. One of his fantasies. One that she had found interesting considering the car was still heated and her head kept bumping the windshield. It had been good. It was always good with Grissom.
Sara remembered the discussion about what color to paint the garage and how they had settled on a light tan. It was never a question of why they wanted to paint the garage. It was more than a room to park their cars. It was their first port of refuge. Grissom's butterfly pictures decorated two of the walls, and the third wall held the standard assortment of tools.
The alarm
Pressing the release button she heard the garage door lower behind her car, providing shelter from prying eyes of nosy neighbors or passerbys. The beauty of having a garage. Grabbing her bag from the car she made her way to the four steps that led to the door of their sanctuary. Punching in the alarm code she smiled again as another memory slipped through her mind.
'Why do we need an alarm system?' Sara asked when he asked her what number she would like for him to program into the keypad.
'Honey, it's here and I think that it would be wise for us to take advantage of that fact. Besides, on the nights when you are here by yourself I want to be sure that you are safe.'
'And the nights when you are here by yourself?' joked Sara, earning an arched brow.
'Then I will feel safe.'
She had rubbed her hand over his back in slow circles and leaned against him. 'What about something that only we know?'
'The day we met?' Grissom asked. 'Or what about the day we first went on our first official date?'
He was so sweet. Sara loved the romantic side of Gil Grissom. They decided to program the date Grissom had stumbled over an invitation to dinner, the first opening into the life they now shared.
Punching in the code, Sara bit her lip and tried not to think of this date. The first time since being together that he had phoned to tell her he would be late while evading the reason he was going to be late. Childish thoughts, Sara chided herself. Moving away from the alarm, she walked into the kitchen.
The kitchen
Sara pulled out a multi-grain muffin and proceeded to cut it down the middle before slathering olive-oil butter on the bagel and putting both slices into the toaster oven. She wasn't very hungry, but had made a promise to Grissom when they moved into this house and she would not let her exhaustion or her emotional state break her word to him.
Grissom stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his mouth nuzzling her neck as they surveyed the expansive kitchen. 'You never eat enough, Sara, and now that we have moved here I would like for you to promise me that you will eat something, anything, before you lie down to sleep.'
She had been touched by his concern and reluctantly agreed that she would force herself to eat something when she walked in the door. 'Unless you distract me,' she had informed him while leaning her head to the side to allow his lips more access.
'It's you who distracts me,' he had responded, pulling her back into him so that he could feel her body pulsing against his own. 'You enthrall me, Miss Sidle.'
She had turned her body so that she was facing him and had run her hands beneath her shirt and over his pounding chest. Taking a bite of her muffin she forced two bites down her constricted throat before tossing it into the trash can. She never promised to eat more than a bite.
The bedroom
Rolling over in bed, Sara pulled Grissom's pillow over to her body and wrapped her arm around the slight weight. She pressed her nose into the pillow and enhaled the Irish Spring smell that wafted through her senses. Grissom.
Grissom sat on the edge of the bed and tugged on her hand, gently pulling her towards him until she was standing between his legs, smiling down into his face.
'This is our first night together in our new bed, in our new home,' said Grissom with that slight tilt to the corner of his lips that she loved so much.
'You have become such a romantic, Doctor Grissom.' Sara wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his forehead. 'Not that I'm complaining.'
Trailing kisses over his face their lips met and soon they were pulling back the covers and crawling beneath the sheets.
It had been Sara who had decided to buy a home. With her lease running out she had made the comment to Grissom only to be stunned by his proposal that she move in with him and live in his townhome. Turning the idea over in her mind she had finally shaken her head and softly informed him that she felt the need to buy a home away from the strip, away from the city. She was stung by his hurt expression and quickly tried to kiss away the pain that she saw etched on his face.
'Come with me,' Sara had said on impulse. 'Help me find the perfect home where we can live in discretion and not share our lives with anyone else.'
She had expected him to turn down her suggestion and was stunned when his eyes lit with excitement and he smiled. 'I would like that.'
It had taken them only two weeks to find this house and make an offer on it. It was a thirty minute drive from the city and worth every minute of the drive. When it came time to sign the papers, Sara had asked him if it was a fifty fifty situation or if he wanted her to sign the contract as the sole owner.
Taking the pen from her hand he had insisted that the papers were perfect as they stood, giving them equal ownership of the house and besides, he had told her with a wry grin, it would take much longer to have the papers redrawn. They signed the papers.
Grissom owned his townhome outright so he left it as is for nights when they did not feel like driving away from the city which had happened only once after an incredibly long trying case.
Now, Sara lay awake and watched the bedside clock tick along the minutes and then the hours. Grissom would be exhausted by now, he had already worked a double. Staring at her cellphone she contemplated calling him and decided to wait until she had slept for a few hours and didn't sound so agitated due to her own tired state of mind. Somehow she managed to fall into a restless sleep.
The ringing of her phone brought her to the surface of her disturbing dreams and she groped for the device and pulled it to her ear with a mumbled greeting.
"Have you slept?" Grissom quizzed from across the line.
Instantly awake, Sara pried her eyes open and they fell on the clock. She had to be back at work in two hours. "Where are you?"
TBC
