Warrick and Grissom returned to the lab with only a few hours left in the shift.
Teaming with Warrick had mostly proved to be successful. He didn't get any more questions and was just able to focus on the case in front of him.
"Hey I'll get these samples to Hodges and the evidence locker if you want to start the reports?"
Grissom nodded in agreement. Not quite sure he got the best deal there, but alone in his office sounded nice.
"Deal. Good work tonight, Warrick. Once you're done at the locker why don't you call it a night. I can handle anything else that comes in."
"Right on, Griss. Thanks."
Grissom nodded and walked to his office. He sighed as he sat down and saw the stack of files already on his desk. He didn't have the energy to tackle any of it. He begrudgingly worked through reports until the clock struck seven and he could leave. For once, on time.
Once he was home, he sat on the couch and spun his legs around to rest his ankles on the arm of the sofa. His head leaning against the other.
His phone vibrated against his thigh and he had hoped maybe it was Sara calling. To hear her voice. Explain her sick day. But just a couple texts from Catherine.
From: Catherine
Tropicana scene was a nightmare, but we are all wrapped up. Nicky too. Didn't see you at the lab, guess you actually left on time? ; )
He lifted the right side of his lips. Annoyed at times when she knew him.
Holding his phone he found himself looking up Sara's name in the contacts list. He should call her. Check on her. Make sure she's okay. But what would he say? How could he really comfort her now?
He lets his mind wander to how she must've spent her day off. If she was really sick, he'd imagine she would have been curled up under the covers reading a book or binging on one of the few she actually enjoyed. Maybe she'd even indulged in a long soak in the tub.
Sara…tub…naked…hmm…
He remembered a few weeks ago he walked into the locker room just minutes after she had gotten out of the shower. The scent of her soap permeated the room. He found himself standing with his right hand in his locker just breathing in the air that she had injected with her beautiful aroma. Wishing he could just bottle it up and take it with him. She walked up next to him wafting the air into his face. Her body facing the left side of his.
"Sorry. I didn't realize it would get so steamy in here. I forgot to close the door to the showers."
Grissom turns his head to the left over his shoulder to face her.
"What?"
"My shower? The steam? It all lingered into the locker room. I was saying sorry. I thought it might be bothering you. You look like you have a headache."
Grissom looking down trying to think what he was just doing to give that impression. Retracing the last few seconds to recall if he said or didn't anything to give his true mind's thoughts away. He looked to her again.
"Not at all. I think it smells quite nice. Like coconuts and sun tan lotion."
He smirked and she pinched her lips inward. His mind jumping way too quickly at the thought of rubbing lotion on her. Immediately he felt the rush of excitement taking over his lower extremity. The room in his briefs quickly running out. She smelled so sweet. Her body so close to his. She was radiating heat and he could feel it along the left side of his body. His hand in his left pocket in line with her center. His hand burning with temptation to just reach out and touch her.
She was doing this on purpose.
Longing to be closer to her to steal her warmth. But the tension below his belly warning him he would very soon be in dangerous territory. He didn't want to pull away. The warmth was spreading. He wanted her. She searched his eyes and saw it herself. She twitched her lips and his eyes darted to them.
I should kiss her now. I know that's what I should do. She wants it too. I know it. She's waiting for me. It's my move. Tell her Gil.
His eyes go back to hers. Seeing the beautiful irises digging themselves into his soul. She saw him for him like no one else. Without losing their gaze, he turned his whole body to line with hers. She opened her lips for a small gasp of air. He had surprised her. Even though he know he was radiating his own heat, he could feel hers. It was different. Inviting and pulling her in. He wondered if she felt the same. If she could sense his tension. As Sara dipped her head starting to look down at the lack of space between them and glimpse at the effect she had on him. He leaned his neck forward a little to gather one last breath of her. And then he saw him. Hodges in the reflection of the open door. He was coming down the hall. Always fucking Hodges.
Without a word, Grissom stepped back, grabbed a towel and walked into the showers. Wincing at the fact he just left her standing there alone. He never looked back to see her face. But he knew. He knew he'd hurt her. All for nothing. Hodges never even bothered to look into the locker room. His face buried in the report he was holding.
Laying there on the couch reminiscing was all too real for him. He could still feel her heat, smell her scent, and she still had an effect on him. He groaned realizing he let his mind wander too far this time. It was getting harder to control these urges when he thought of her. Some days it was borderline painful he wanted her so bad. It only made it worse when he took the time to realize she wanted it too.
He laid there waiting for it to go away, but it was almost just as stubborn as his own thoughts…keen on staying focused on Sara. He placed his left hand against the now strained fabric of his trousers. He could replay the memory if he wanted to. Imagine her with him.
The preverbal angel/demon tugged at his mind and heart deciding his next move. Debating who would win this time around.
You don't deserve her, Gil….
Yeah but this isn't real right now, let him have this…
You don't deserve her, Gil…
Trust me, it'll be quick.
You don't deserve her, Gil…
It'll do him some good, how is he supposed to sleep like this?
You don't deserve her, Gil.
As he recalled the last bit of the encounter he was hit with the sharp reminder of how he left her. He sighed and whispered to himself,
"Cold Shower it is."
