She was beginning to find herself more relaxed with him these days. A week ago she thought she needed her former. She was beginning to have second thoughts. More specifically, she was telling herself to have second thoughts. The sex between them had begun to be more sensual. She felt her self begin to enjoy it, actually enjoy it. She wasn't telling herself to that is. She would smile when she moaned his name. It was still rougher than her previous, but she had become accustomed to it. She liked it, this was a new high she would get from sex. She liked the glances he'd give her at the lab or at a scene. She couldn't help but give a flirty smile, the kind of smile you give a guy when you want him to know he's going to get some. She felt just about happy again. But she could tell that something was missing.
He sat in his office and stared at his spider crawling in its cage. What magnificent beauty it possessed. Its legs moved in a particular motion that was so mind capturing, he could watch for hours. This wasn't working either. Nothing was letting his mind escape her memory. He thought that he would be over her by now. He had pushed her away for so many years because he knew that if this were to happen, his life would end. His beard had grown back. He had gained a little weight. He had not had good sex since her. Hell, he had not had sex since her! That wasn't the point though, he loved her. He was going to win her back. He had everything she wanted. Greg had nothing. He was young, he had no clue about the world the way Grissom did. Sara liked a man who could hold a serious conversation for more than five minutes. Greg was smart with a great personality, but Grissom knew that wasn't what Sara needed. Sara needed him. He just had to show her.
He rarely enjoyed having the power (if you will) of being able to put people together to work on a case. This was one of those times. He stuck him with her so she would remember what he was like. Not that she had forgotten, but he didn't know that, did he? They drove to the crime scene. It was silent at first. He wanted her to start conversation. That plan wasn't working so well. She was staring out the window, admiring the Nevada desert. But then, finally, she spoke. "It's funny how I still find the desert fascinating." She recalled her fairly recent near death experience. She didn't turn to look at him, but continued to stare out the window. "I never liked the desert." He replied in his usual tone. "And now it turns me off even more." Her eyes focused on a speck on the window. Her stomach began to cringe. He wasn't over her. Two sentences that were unrelated to work were all it took for her to fall apart. She turned to look at him. Her mouth was opened ever so slightly, waiting for her brain to give her something to say. What on earth could she say? She turned to face the windshield when she saw the crime scene ahead. Good. Something to take her mind off things, for now anyway.