Sara awoke abruptly when the pounding on the door had started. She lay still vacillating between the urge to ignore the person who was at the door or getting up to scream at whoever had dared to interrupt her sleep when Greg had grumbled and rolled out of bed.
"I'll go." He mumbled groggily.
She shot him a grateful smile briefly opening her eyes. She giggled at the sight of a nude Greg with rumpled hair walking toward the door. "You might want to put on some underwear."
He grinned at her and grabbed his boxer from the floor where they'd hastily discarded them this morning. "Go back to sleep honey."
Settling deeper into the mattress she planned to do just that. In fact she barely registered the click as Greg closed the door behind him, upon returning to their room.
"Grissom is in our living room." His voice was shear panic.
"What?" She bolted into a seated position in the bed, suddenly fully awake.
"Grissom the famous forensic entomologist, the great criminalist, you know that guy you stared at longingly across the break room table at for years, the guy who has no idea we've been living together for six months. Well he's standing in our living room. And you know what Sara I think he's going to figure it out." Greg's voice was stressed just shy of panicked.
"Greg we always knew Grissom finding out about us was a possibly." They kept their relationship a secret. It begun out of the blue. After the team split-up and her "mini meltdown" with Eckile they had begun hanging out together more often, outside of work. One day sitting together on his couch watching a movie and she'd just jumped him, literally pinning him to the sofa, so she could have her wicked way with him. In her defense he hadn't put up much of a fight. Nick kidnapping had wailed plans to announce their relationship to the team. Regrouping they'd decided to save their bombshell until Nick's return to work, only to have Warrick usurp their opportunity by revealing his secret marriage. Thinking the team couldn't deal with anymore change they'd held their tongues. Now in the twelfth month of their secret relationship, how to divulge the secret had become a frequent topic of conversation.
"I'm also aware nuclear holocaust is also a possibly that doesn't mean I'm looking forward to it happening in my living room."
Calming his nerves actually distracted her from the abject terror coursing through her own body. "What's the worst that will happen?"
"You have nothing to worry about. Grissom will toss you a few sulky glares and force you to work a few gruesome homicides solo. Me on the hand Grissom will use in one of his freaky experiments. Only this time a dreadful "accident" will occur. Years from now people will still shudder when speaking of it and say they'd rather be beaten, shot, and set on fire than to die the way I did."
Sara giggled. She felt bad for it, really she did. She just couldn't help herself. Greg's ability to make her laugh no matter what the situation was one of the things she loved most about him. "Greg it's going to be fine. He's not going to like it at first. He hates change but he does want me to be happy."
"Okay" he said with a huge sigh "Let's go face the firing squad." He cringed a new thought obviously occurring to him. "Oh crap, I hope he didn't bring his gun." Grabbing her arm Greg started to pull her toward the door.
"Greg, GREG stop." She said franticly before he could pull her out through the door.
"What?"
"It might be better if I didn't go out there naked."
"Oh." He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."
"It's okay." Crossing to the dresser she pulled out a blue pair of men's pajama bottoms. "Here put these on and go entertain him."
"You want me to go out there and entertain him by myself" He looked horrified.
"Just for a few minutes." She tried to sound reassuring. She couldn't blame him for his agitation. He'd always looked up to Grissom and neither one of them had been comfortable keeping this secret from him for this long. She certainly wouldn't want to be in his position if the situation were reversed.
"Why can't I just wait here while you dress?"
"Because I'm afraid if we're in here alone together for to long he might get ideas, about what were doing." She couldn't imagine what Grissom would do if he thought they were cavorting in here while he waited.
"Sara it will take five seconds to throw on a pair of pjs." He looked slightly frantic.
"Greg I reek of sex. I can't just throw on anything I need to clean up a little." She always known having premarital sex would come back to bite her in the ass.
"Oh."
"Go."
"Sara you know I really, really love you." His voice sounded so sincere and he gave the puppy dog eyes. She almost caved, almost.
"But?" No one ever said anything like that without a but.
"No but. Just wanted you to know in case I mysteriously disappear never to be heard from again."
"Love you to, now get your but out their." He'd be fine. She hoped.
He saluted like a soldier going off to war and scurried out of their room. She took a deep breath, when that didn't calm her she considered popping a piece of nicorrette gum she kept for emergencies. Certainly this must qualify as an emergency. Scurrying off to the bathroom she ran brush through her and used a washcloth to wipe up. She understood what she would face when she went out there. Grissom wouldn't overtly say anything to her. Subtext was everything with Grissom. Any direct conversation would be started by her. If she was lucky they'd get through four sentences before he bolted.
She didn't want to ruin her friendship with Grissom. They were truly friends again for the first time in years. Once she stopped needing more from him she'd been able to relax and enjoy the connection they had always shared. He would have to accept Greg in her life, because as much as she valued their friendship, she treasured the life she found with Greg. He was all the things she'd never had emotionally available, fun, openly loving, a toucher, and excited to be with her. She didn't have to earn his love; he just loved her.
Needing to send a clear message to Grissom about the seriousness of her relationship she rooted through Greg's draws until she found one of his old college tees. She knew he would understand what she was saying. Finally, she threw on a pair of pants and went to face the only two men she'd ever loved.
(I thought people might like to know what was happening behind the closed bedroom door. I was originally only going to write this from Grissom point of view, but then it felt to dark. Plus there was no way to explain more about Greg and Sara's relationship. Not to mention I rarely get to use the term jumped him. Hope people are liking this there hasn't been much feed back.)