Irrefutable

By: Manigault

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Grissom stepped outside of the small hotel room and looked around for a pay phone. He needed to get in touch with Jim, who could relay a message to Sara when she arrived for her shift. He looked at his watch. She should be getting ready for work. The idea of the lunatic watching her pull on her panties and bra made him crazy. The fact that she would feel violated sent spasms of sadness throughout him.

When Grissom checked into the room, he had asked the man on duty if he was the one who had spoken with the person who made the reservations. He wasn't. He then asked when the reservations were made and was informed that there was no record of that and no record of who had taken the reservation. Grissom stared at the young man with disbelief. He was lying. The lunatic must have paid him well to keep his mouth shut.

Grissom couldn't stay in the room with Heather. Motioning to the door he told her that he was taking a walk, and if the lunatic called, well then, that was tough. Ignoring her angry look he left the stifling room and went in search of a pay phone. Desert surrounded the remote motel and there was nothing to be seen in the parking lot except their own car. Defeated, he made his way back to the room where he let himself in and found that Heather appeared to be sleeping in the only double bed.

Easing into one of the chairs, Grissom pulled the second chair over and propped his feet up on the cushioned surface. It wasn't the most comfortable arrangements, but it would suffice, given the situation.

"We're grown ups, Gil, you can come to bed and I promise not to bite you."

Grissom cursed inwardly. He hoped she was asleep and had not heard him enter the room.

"I keep my promises and I made one to never sleep with another woman." Grissom knew this sounded lame, but it was the truth. He and Sara had been living together for less than a month when he asked her if she expected marriage.

Grinning, Sara nuzzled against his chin and let her fingers trail along his outer thigh.

"I expect for you to be faithful to me, Gil," She kissed his bottom lip and gentle sucked. "I don't need a piece of paper to give me that assurance."

"What do you need?"

"Your word."

"I promise to be faithful to you for the rest of my life, Sara Sidle." Grissom wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close as he could get her body to his own. "I promise to never sleep with another woman."

A smile brightened her face and she wrapped one leg around his hip.

"Well?" Grissom asked when she was silent.

A teasing quirk of her lips turned to laughter as he began to tickle her in all the right spots.

"Okay, okay!" Sara turned serious as she pressed small kisses on his jaw. "I promise to be faithful to you, Gil Grissom for the rest of my life."

"And?"

Grinning once again, Sara declared. "And never allow another man in our bed."

"Or sleep with another man." Grissom teased.

"I will never sleep with another man."

Grissom risked a look back over at the bed and found that Heather had turned away from him, her breathing appeared relatively even. The chair was preferable and he was grateful that Heather didn't continue to insist. Placing his phone on the table beside him, he shut his eyes and dreamed of Sara.

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Sara heard the phone ringing as she dressed for work. No longer able to ignore the caller, she reluctantly moved back to the den where she picked up the offending object. Private number.

"Leave me alone." Sara fumed into the phone. Grissom was miles away, but this lunatic was still in town. She could feel it in her gut. "I don't want to talk to you unless you are going to tell me that you are leaving Grissom alone and will never bother us again."

"Sara, honey-."

"Don't you dare call me that!" Sara felt the bile rise in her throat and pushed it back down. "Is Grissom okay?"

"Grissom." His distaste came through loud and clear even if his voice didn't. "Grissom is more than okay. He's in a hotel room with Lady Heather and I'm positive that she will keep him entertained."

Hotel room. With Lady Heather.

"If he is in a room with Lady Heather, then you orchestrated it," Sara said as she picked up her gun and stared at it in newfound respect. "He's sleeping in a chair, I'm positive."

Silence greeted her and she was about to hang up the phone when he laughed. "Your actions say otherwise."

"What did you say?" Sara shook her head and tried to piece what he said together. "My actions?" She looked around her home and shivered at the thought that she could be watched.

"You haven't called him since I insisted that you stop."

Sara felt that he wasn't being honest. There was something to what he said that his explanation didn't answer. Call it a gut feeling, but she suddenly knew that he was watching her and wondered for how long. She couldn't let him know what she suspected.

"I don't want you to hurt Grissom."

"Grissom will leave you for Lady Heather and then you'll be free of him."

Sara felt a spark of relief. If his plan was that Grissom would leave her and not that he wouldn't return to Vegas, then she and Grissom had a chance. When he realized that Grissom would never leave her, then what would he do?

"I need to leave for work." Sara said at last. She didn't know what else to say to this lunatic. He wouldn't answer her questions.

"We'll speak when you get home."

Home. It was her home. Grissom's home. She wanted to yell at him not to dare try and imply anything different. Without a word, she hit the end button on her phone and then punched in the alarm code.

TBC