A/N: Thanks for reading! A little alone time for our favorite couple!

In Search of Truth

Chapter 3

The white and gold bathroom in Catherine's guest suite was large enough to put a twelve-person table in the center of the floor with enough space left so two or three little kids could ride tricycles in circles. Several of the plants could easily hide a four year old. That wasn't happening but it's how Sara measured the space.

Laughing at her thoughts, she relaxed in the deep tub filled with warm water and smelling of lavender. In the soft veil of mist that rose from the tub, she watched as her husband stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel the size of a bed sheet around his waist. He'd heard her laugh and glanced in her direction as water dripped around his feet.

Raising her hand, she waved, saying, "Join me. Plenty of room."

The tub was massive and their three children were sleeping soundly in the king size bed.

Sara lifted her foot above the water, saying, "Come on—we'll talk." Her eyebrows flicked upward and she smiled. "And we might do something else."

The towel he'd carefully wrapped around his lower body was left in a long trail across the floor.

Stepping into the tub, Grissom said, "This tub was made for two—who puts a tub this size in a guest bathroom!" He lowered his body into the opposite end from his wife, stretching his legs on either side of hers. Laughing, he said, "We need one of these, dear."

Sara laughed, knowing space was tight in their house. She said, "It would become a kiddie pool instead of a bath tub." Her hands touched his legs as she placed her feet on his thighs, sliding one across his stomach.

Grissom caught her foot, gently rubbing his thumb from her heel to toes. "Tell me about today."

With five excited children, Catherine and Jim around, they'd had no time to even whisper about her afternoon at the courthouse. And for the first time in days, Sara was relaxed.

"I have an assistant named Lahn—smart guy who works for the courts. He's done a lot of background work and I think he's right—whoever is doing this is in the lab. He hasn't found any connection between the cases and I looked over the list of everyone who worked on each case." She paused, grinned as his foot moved, and continued, "There's not a lot of overlap with investigators."

Grissom moved his foot again while he kept massaging her foot.

Sara whispered, "If you keep doing that, something else is going to happen in this tub—and it won't involve a lot of talking."

Her husband grinned, saying, "It's been a long time since we played around in water." He chuckled. "It's easier than the shower."

A quiet giggle before Sara said, "I think we could handle it."

Grissom's foot slid up her inner thigh. He said, "Tell me more." At the same time, he dropped his foot and motioned for her to move toward him.

The tub was wide so the two fit into an intertwined hug; Grissom's arm hugged Sara to his chest. One of her legs lay across his hips, her hand found his face.

As they settled together, his arms wrapped around Sara as her fingers threaded into his damp hair. "I don't want it to be someone in the lab," she said. "Yet, I don't see how it could be anyone else."

Her lips pressed against his neck in a lingering kiss.

"What are you going to do? I'm sure they've looked at video—who has access."

Sara sighed, saying, "There are one hundred twelve employees in the lab—a few more who are part time. I think we'll start looking at all of them—Lahn suggested it today and after going over the first case, he's right. We're not going to learn anything delving into details about each case."

As she talked, Grissom's hands wandered along her body, caressing her breast, stroking her arm; his lips touched her forehead, her shoulder.

"This is nice," Sara murmured. "Quiet, relaxing."

Grissom said, "We could get a big tub—renovate the bathroom so it's larger."

Sara giggled as she shifted and said, "We can just visit Catherine when we want to have sex in a big tub—much cheaper."

"What are you doing?"

"Having sex with you. Move to the middle."

Sara straddled his hips, hooking her legs around his back. Another giggle as she said, "I'll try not to drown you."

As things went, Grissom ended up pulling the plug and most of the water drained from the tub before either one noticed. She noticed the tingle of cool air on her backside but her husband's mouth was soft and hot, nuzzling, kissing her in unexpected places until the muscles in her stomach and legs were quivering with pleasure.

In the spacious tub, Grissom nibbled and kissed his way from her neck to the dampness between her thighs. His tongue stroked and danced along the slippery-soft folds until Sara's breath came in faint breathless moans. Quickly, they moved as one; Grissom pillowed Sara's head with his hand as he slipped inside her. Then he settled into a sweet rhythm until sensation weighted them both; quietly, one shuddered, climaxing, a few seconds before a deep growl came from his throat, a tautness for a moment before his orgasm exploded.

Panting, Grissom lowered his body over hers, kissing her neck, following an invisible line along her jaw. In a pleasure daze, Sara managed to turn on a rush of warm water and her husband found a washcloth and gently washed her body.

Pausing to admire her long legs, he said, "You have magnificent legs, dear."

Sara flexed her foot, saying, "Definitely, we are getting a big tub!"

Grissom leaned over her foot and kissed her toe; smiling, he lifted his face and saw his wife's flushed beautiful face.

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