Summery: Who ever said that first impressions matters the most never factored in over active sex drives, close work environments and dead bodies into the equation. Part One of the Until The Day I Die Series
Rated: M
Chapter Fourteen: First Impressions Never Really Matter
Disclaimer: YES I finally own CSI! I get Greg now! Wait . . .. I don't own it do I? OK never mind . . .
A/N: Well this is the last chapter of Part One. So sad, feels just like yesterday I posted chapter one! Thank you my reviewers for beings so great to me! I cant thank you enough for your kind words and how much yall reviewed. I hope you like the last chapter!
Some times sun light is healing, others it is painful. But as Greg felt himself roll in the silky sheets, her naked body pressed against him, legs tangled together, holding onto each other like no tomorrow, the sunlight was a reminder. A reminder that he had finally, found what he had been searching for.
A home.
He had made it from the annoying lab rat, best friend, unnamable relationship, to the man of her dreams. It took seven years to do it, but it was worth every millisecond.
He took his hand, running his fingers down her bare back, so soft, perfect, and hot to the touch. How could have he made it here? The woman of his dreams wrapped in his body, her sleeping breath caressing his chest? How did he ever earn such a pure, perfect thing such as this? Did he deserve it? Did someone else deserve it more?
But Greg smiled, looking down at her, because he realized, he didn't care if he deserved it or not. He needed her, more than anything, more than life itself. He would run in front of a speeding train just for one more moment with her. That made him realize that it didn't matter of someone deserved her more, because he would never let them have her.
He couldn't live without her.
She was his other half, without her, he couldn't be whole.
He looked to the window, the sun streaming in his home. It would only be a matter of time until the group found out he was moving in with Sara, a matter of time before they would see the shinning diamond laid on her finger. A karat diamond, princesses cut with a white gold band. The perfection of diamonds, all for her.
And that was worth any amount of money.
It had been one day since the incident in the car, luckily for them; they had the next day off. They spent the entire next day searching Las Vegas for the perfect ring, turning off their phones and ignoring work for the first time in their lives.
They were to busy living life.
Somehow, after all that had happened the past seven years, he found himself lying in their bed, together. It was a dream, a wonderful dream that had blossomed to life right before them.
He held her a little tighter, closing his eyes and praying time to tick by slower. But he knew he couldn't delay the inevitable. It was nine a. m. and in very few hours, they would have to report to work. And with the amount of missed calls from Catherine and Gil alone, they knew they would be bombarded with questions.
But he didn't care. He wanted them to know she was finally his. He wanted the world to know that he had finally gotten the girl.
And he wasn't letting go.
Just then, the phone rang.
Grissom laid on his couch, swigging down a migraine pill, followed by a large chug of water before he sat it down lazily on the floor. He hadn't had a head ache for a while now; he only did when he was under stress. Stress at this moment though, was an understatement.
He had tried to get a hold of Greg and Sara for two days now, and not one phone call answered! He could only imagine the things that were tying them up now.
He wanted to gag.
He looked over at the phone and pondered the thought of calling her again. She might be awake by now, she might answer. He picked up the phone nervously; going over the things, he would say to her. But nothing seemed to fit. Just to be safe, he decided to call anonymously.
The phone rung for a bit, and just as he was about to hang up, a very tired voice gave a groggy hello.
"I just want you to know that I love you and I want you back. He doesn't deserve you," he rambled, not even saying a hello.
"Ummmm I think you have the wrong number," answered an amused male voice.
Grissom glanced down at the phone, double checking the number; he knew it was Sara's number.
"Who is this?" he asked although he already knew.
"Greg Sanders. Who is this?"
"Baby who is that on the phone?" whispered a voice in the background
Sara"I don't know. Who is this?"
Grissom couldn't breathe, let alone talk.
"Well get off the phone, we have better things to do."
By this time, the other line had forgotten about the phone and Grissom could hear the distinct sound of ruffling sheets and ecstatic moans.
He had heard enough to make him sick. He threw the phone across the room, breaking it in half and grabbed his car keys off the table. He didn't care where he went. He wanted to be anywhere that he didn't think about her.
Greg groaned as he reached over to the phone and answered it sleepily.
"I just want you to know that I love you and I want you back. He doesn't deserve you," he heard a voice ramble
"Ummmm I think you have the wrong number," he answered amused.
"Who is this?" the voice asked
"Greg Sanders. Who is this?"
"Baby who is that on the phone?" Sara whispered.
Greg looked down at her, her chocolate eyes dancing as the sun light glittered. He ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled her head into his neck.
"I don't know. Who is this?"
"Well get off the phone, we have better things to do," she whispered suggestively.
Greg smiled simply, laying the phone next to him. He took her sweet body in his arms and rolled her over to the other side of the bed. He hung over her their bodies itching to touch each other, to kiss one another until the sun goes down. He ran his hand around her back, caressing her body, bringing them closer together until not even air had them apart.
Greg wasn't a man for foreplay, but at the moment, he couldn't breath, he couldn't speak. Time truly stood still. He removed his hand from her back, their bodies still pressed together, and slid it to her face. He bent down, placing a small kiss on her forehead and whispered in her ear gently.
"You are so perfect."
"I'm not perfect Greg," she whispered.
"Your perfect, for me. You are everything I need. You make my heart fly and my chest race for air. You make my skin tingle and just your hands simply touch. You had me from the start."
"I love you Greggo."
"I love you Sara. I love you so much. Its unbelievable this is actually real."
"Believe it babe, because I am hear to stay."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
"You were the only woman who has ever made me loose all words at just the first glance."
"I thought you were gorgeous the first time I saw you, and egoistical."
"Well thanks," he teased.
"First impressions never really matter though, because you don't know them. The second ones are the impressions that really count."
"And what is your second impression.
Sara leaned up slowly, kissing him softly on the lips.
"You take my breath away."
And they did the only thing they wanted to, make love until the sun fell, and their alarms blared as a sign for work.
Because, after all, Las Vegas never sleeps.
THE END.
A/N: It has been such a wonderful journey! Thank you allll for your reviews. And Please add me to the author alert list so you can read part two, which should be posted soon! I want allll my readers to stay tuned in, because the next chapter has more romance, humorous encounters, and a follow up on Grissom reaching his breaking point. You don't want to miss it! Meet The Parents:
Rating: M (For Future Chapters)
Summery: Whoever said that meeting your fiancés parents is easy never had to deal with overly large and protective foster brothers, deer hunting, an overactive mother, a schizophrenic cat and an OCD boss. Part Two of the Until the Day I Die Series