Read on!! And of course it is not Teri Miller! She and Grissom had never seen each other when she appeared in the first season!
A Few Days in Chicago Chapter 2
"Here she is!" The excitement in his voice was obvious when she walked up and her smile of relief was probably just as obvious to him. "Sara Sidle, meet Margaret Walker. Dr. Walker is one of the speakers."
Sara managed a quick recovery in time to extend her hand. After introductions were finished and luggage claimed, Grissom led the way to the downtown train, both women following him. He talked the entire trip—only when the train slowed did Sara realize that Grissom was nervous. He talked about the seminar and pointed out lighted land marks of Chicago as the train slowed. They saw huge mountains of dirty snow piled on roadsides and in parking lots. Second largest snow storm in history, Grissom said, just a week before they arrived.
Sara hid her smile as Grissom and Dr. Walker jostled to haul luggage from the train while she grabbed her one suitcase and moved easily through the station. Feeling guilty, she turned to Grissom saying "Give me something to carry." And she took a padded bag.
Outside, she realized for the second time she was not dressed for the weather. The wind was making wind tunnels of the streets stinging her face and hands with cold invisible needles. All three filled a cab with Grissom providing the address of a hotel. Her eyes watered from the cold but in the darkness she wiped the moisture with her sleeve. She glanced at Dr. Walker who appeared undisturbed by the weather, the lateness of the hour, or the fact that it had taken three people to haul her luggage from train to taxi.
Dr. Walker was staying in a small, boutique hotel; Sara breathed a little easier when she heard that. The woman was smart, but aloof, distant, Sara thought. Grissom was out of the cab as soon as it stopped, talking about the conference, watching as the blonde woman disappeared inside.
When he crawled into the back seat with Sara, his hands found her hands. "Honey, you are cold!" It was the first time he noticed her jacket, her lack of gloves. "We'll get you warmed up." His arm went around her as he pulled her to the center of the seat.
Their hotel was one of the new high rise buildings overlooking the river and lakefront; its lobby soared overhead to multiple floors with elevators zipping to the top in seconds. It did not take long to check in and get to their room. Grissom watched as Sara explored this room as he had seen her do on other occasions. The corner room was bigger than the usual hotel room, with two tall windows facing the lake, the king size bed, covered in white and brown, positioned so that one could see the sky and the lake. Two padded chairs, a desk, the large standard cabinet with television and refrigerated bar sat in an alcove. Huge scenic drawings of old Chicago hung on the walls.
The bathroom was half the size of the bedroom—shower and tub, double sinks, in gleaming white and stone, huge white towels and robes hung against the wall. Sara returned to the bedroom and touched the complimentary basket on the desk. She turned at the window to smile and asked why he watched her.
Her words brought him to her side. When she kissed him, their awkward meeting at the airport was forgotten. She no longer thought about her clothes or how cold she had been. He was warm, his hands wrapped around her and she found that space against his shoulder and neck where her head fit so perfectly.
"I've missed you every day," he whispered.
Sara felt the knee-weakening warmth pooling in her body. Her eyes found his bright ones and she saw a rising flame—she could not look away. Their faces came together; she wanted to tell him how self-conscious and uncomfortable she felt in the presence of a woman like Margaret Walker. She wanted to know why he was nervous, but none of her thoughts worked to the front of her brain. She wanted the passion that she knew she would find with him.
When her hands flattened across his chest, she heard a low groan deep in his chest and she felt powerful knowing she had this effect on him. His mouth closed over hers. Her hands moved up to his neck, her fingers found his hair.
"Sara." Her name came from him in a soft breath of air. He backed across the room taking her with him until he found the bed. Both fully clothed, he lay beside her as his hand explored her face, his fingertips touched her chin, her lips, and traced each eyebrow. Sara had remained quiet and even the voices in her head were silent.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
Her eyes closed as she buried her head against him. "I'm fine. I really am." Her mouth curved in a smile. "I'm fine."