Chapter Fourteen:

Over the coming weeks they try to remain professional at work. As amazing as a 3am make out session in a diner car park was, they don't want it to happen again, well not for a while anyway. Splitting them up so far has worked wonders, Sara with Greg on most nights whilst Grissom slaves over staff appraisals and budget plans. All is going well and it's a quiet night in Vegas for crime and violence. He notices Catherine and the boys walking into the lab.

'Catherine.' He hollers from behind his desk. She turns quickly, seeing him in the dark depths of his office, she motions to Warrick and Nick to go ahead without her.

'Hey. What's up?'

'Why are you here? Isn't it abit early for you shift?'

'You're joking right?.' She flips her hair over her shoulder.

'Erm No?'

'You shouldn't even be here right now. You literally agreed to this weeks ago. Me and the guys are going to a conference next week? Graveyard are our cover? You said graveyard wouldn't mind pulling a triple to cover our shift whilst we are out at UCLA. Any of this ringing a bell? You guys get tonight off so we can galavant at UCLA next Monday? Seriously Gil.' She slaps her hands down to her sides. Organisation and memory are not some of his strong points. 'Seriously sometimes I wonder how we even manage to say second best in the country with you running the ship. When was the last time staff appraisals got filed on time, I mean come on. It's not as if you have a life outside of this cave to keep you distracted.' Her ranting continuing, growing more and more offensive as she goes. Grissom no longer paying attention has filed away his paper work, locked his drawers and is stood at her side, briefcase in hand.

'Goodbye Catherine, always a pleasure.' Moving past her he flips the light switch off as he leaves the room. Leaving her standing in the dark alone in his office.

On his route home, he rings Sara. Confirming with her what she already knew about the swing cover.

'And you didn't think to mention it, remind me?'

'I just thought maybe you knew and fancied a night alone, I didn't wanna push it.' A pause.

'Do you wanna come round?'

'Give me an hour.'

He clicks his cell shut, the rest of the drive to his condo, seamless. As promised in just under an hour Sara Sidle is sat at his breakfast bar, beer in hand, watching him cook them a meatless lasagne. After filling their bellies with yet another one of Grissom's amazing dishes, they settle on the sofa with a film. Less than an hour into the picture, their food somewhat settled, the film has long been forgotten. Their hands keeping their minds and other things busy. After some not so graceful movements Sara is on Grissom's lap and his shirt is open baring his chest to her. She drops her lips from his and peppers his neck and collar bones in kisses. His hands drop to her hips massaging the skin there as she teases him with gentle nips and nibbles. She pushes back off his lap to kneel in between his legs and continues her descent down his chest. The she reaches his belt buckle. She looks up at him, toying with the leather. He raises his eyebrow and smiles a seductive smile, moving his hands over hers, he helps her remove the belt from the loop. She smiles as she moves. Moving closer to give him her full attention, she brushes his hands away and gently rubs him over his painfully tight pants. He leans his head back then quickly looks down when he feels her fingers slip the button through the buttonhole and drag the zipper down agonisingly slow. She glides her hand inside his pants and cups him through his boxers, he hisses in a breath as her slim fingers work up and down his shaft. He moves a hand to run through her hair, keeping eye contact as she works him through the material. She moves both hands to the waist band of his boxers and pulls them down over his erection. He is big, a lot bigger than she imagined. So, this is what he was hiding underneath these baggy trousers. She smiles up at him and he shyly returns the smile. He knows he is bigger than average, but he has always been modest about it. Sara takes him in her hand now, pumping him a few times. He feels soft yet strong. Bringing her mouth to his tip, she swirls her tongue around the head. Grissom drops his head back again, relishing in the feeling of her hot wet mouth working him so expertly. It's been years since he has had a good blow job, or just a blow job in general. It's never something he would push for, ask outright, he likes it to be on the woman's terms and until now he has never really met the kind of woman who enjoys giving them. Its like she knows what he likes already, she confidently takes him in her mouth, letting him glide in and out, giving just the right amount of suction, whilst cupping him with her other hand. He starts to pump his hips ever so slightly, the friction of her mouth on him is pushing him closer to the edge. Its been a long time since someone or something other than his own hand has brought him to climax. Before he can acknowledge what is happening, too lost in his own thoughts that Sara Sidle is on her knees in his condo giving him the best blow job in his life, he cums. Hard and fast into her mouth. And she takes him, every bit, licking him clean. He looks down and she smiles at him from her spot in between his knees. He smiles back and takes her hand from his thigh.

'That was…. I haven't…..' She laughs at his lack of concentration, unable to form sentences and moves to sit next to him. He moves to lay her down on the sofa.

He smiles wickedly moving over her.

'Er… Griss… I'm erm.. Kind of…' He leans back looking at her questioningly.

'What's wrong?'

'I'm on my period…' She shouts. 'Sorry! I didn't mean to shout.'

'Oh ok….' He thinks for a moment. 'Are you breasts tender?' He asks flicking his eyes down to them and back to her face.

'You sound like my OBGYN.' She laughs, realising he is being serious. 'Oh, I mean no they are ok…. Why?' He leans down again and cups them in his hands, kissing her firmly on the lips as he gently massages her breasts in his large strong hands. 'Oh.' She releases from her mouth as she lays down and enjoys his gently caress. He dips his hands under her t shirt and brushes his knuckles across her nipples through her bra. Dropping his lips to her neck, he smothers her smooth skin in kisses as she arches up to his touch. Grissom moves his legs so he is straddling one of her slim long legs, in the process knocking a bottle of beer over on the floor next to the sofa. Sara hears the commotion and tries to get his attention.

'Gil, the beer… on the floor.'

'Its fine.' He mumbles into her breast. He lifts her top to reveal her black lace bralette. She giggles as he lowers his mouth over a lace covered nipple.

'It's going to stain.' She pushes. He growls over her nipple and looks up.

'Really?' She smiles at him and he moves to stand, helping her up. 'Next time.' He promises.

'Next time.' She winks at him and they move about cleaning up the living room. The rug is going to the tip next week, but he doesn't tell her.