Title: Little Clues

Author: Urabadinfluence

Rating:M ...definetly M

Summary: It's the little clues that you should follow to see what is right in front of you. The night shift family compare notes on how they knew that Sara and Grissom were together.

A/N: I don't own much of anything. If I did, I would love to own CSI, but, I don't. I don't even know any of them. I would LOVE to know Billy Peterson though. But, of course, if I ever saw him, I would probably become a blundering idiot, tripping on every word in my mouth.

All eyes once again shifted to the door as it opened and revealed a very tired looking Gil Grissom. He smiled faintly at the people gathered in the room as he dropped himself wearily into the closest chair. Rubbing his eyes, he let out a sigh and told his "family" about Sara's surgery.

"Well, everything looks good, her arm should have full mobility, but she is still out. She will have to stay in here for three days to gain some strength back. She is NOT going to be happy. Anyways, what were you guys talking about? Hopefully something funny, I could use a good laugh right now."

Catherine looked to the others and spoke up, "Well Gil, we were just discussing how we all knew something was going on with you and Sara. It should be good for a laugh or two."

"Why are you all so interested in my life? But, if you must, just ignore me, I am going to try to sleep a bit here."

Knowing that he would be extremely uncomfortable, she continued, "Gil, you won't tell us, so now, we will have to just assume. You should have told us long ago. Now, we are going to have some fun. Go on Greg, you were saying?"

Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Greg continued, looking at all of his friends, except Grissom. He couldn't look at him while telling this story. "Well, as I was saying, I knew about eight months ago," Greg said. "I guess you could say I was at the right place at the wrong time. Do you remember the time that we had the multiple homicide at the Tiki Bar?"

Greg looked around the waiting room, seeing all of his friends nod their heads yes, he continued, "Well, it was a bit funny, it was so hot out, but Sara was dressed like she was freezing, she had this scarf......."

Greg looked up when he heard Grissom let out a low groan and say "Oh God, Why me?" Greg could just chuckle as he saw his supervisors head drop down into his hands and his ears turn a bright shade of red.

Greg continued his story as Grissom remembered that day and drifted back and remembered it with fondness.

It was nearing 101 at 10 am, and the sun didn't look like it had any intention of letting up. The owner of the Tiki Bar had opened his doors at seven am to find four dead bodies positioned at a table, posed to look like they were in a macabre card game. The wide, clouded dead eyes of the card players, when paired with the rigidity of their limbs, told the CSI night shift that they had been dead for quite a few hours. All of the night shift personnel had been home for a total of two hours when they had been called in to return to work to help with the gruesome slaughter. As the phone rang in the Grissom home, the occupants of the large California king sized bed untangled themselves from each other, and rolled towards the offending item. Still out of breath from the activities he and Sara were involved in, Grissom let out a deep breath and answered his phone with a breathless "Grissom."

As Ecklie instructed him as to where the site was, Sara ran her toes softly up Grissom's leg, stopping momentarily when she heard Grissoms voice crack. She giggled as she took his member into her hand and slowly stroked him, swiping her thumb over the engorged tip occasionally to tease him. Sara leaned into his back as she continued her torture, knowing that as soon as he got off of the phone, they would not have too much time to finish what they had started. She vaguely heard Grissom tell Ecklie that he would call the rest of the crew and let them know where the crime scene was and then she heard the slight beep of him pushing the end button on his phone.

Grissom quickly flipped over, pinning Sara effectively to the mattress in one swift movement. With a slight growl in his voice and a burning look in his eye, Grissom said, "Darling, if you are going to do something like that when I am on the phone, know that I will want to finish what you started, and we really don't have time, so don't tease me, unless you can finish." With that said, he gently leaned down and softly brushed his lips on hers, tasting her gently, and slowly drawing the tip of his tongue across her lip line. As he withdrew his lips from hers, he looked into her eyes and apologised for having to stop, and spoke softly, telling her about the assignment that they had to go to. With a deep sigh, Sara ran her hands along his bearded chin, and proceeded to get up and go to the shower so she could get ready.

"Gil, why don't you join me honey?"

Looking down at the evidence of his attraction to Sara, he replied, "No Sara, if I did, you know we wouldn't get out very quickly, I am just going to lay here and try to calm myself down a bit, and then call the rest of the gang."

Disappointed, but understanding, she nodded her head and slipped into the shower.

Grissom sat up on the side of the bed and started dialing the members of the night shift crew. Still tired from not getting any rest after the last shift, and frustrated, because of not being able to finish what had been started with Sara, he flopped his upper body back and lay down while telling Warrick what needed to be done on the scene first.

Ten minutes later, as she was towel drying her hair, Sara could hear Grissom relay the pertinent information to someone on the phone. When she entered the bedroom, she found Grissom laying on the bed, nude, with his legs hanging over the side. With a wicked grin on her face, Sara kept out of sight by crawling over to the side of the bed, and ran her hands up Grissoms legs. She felt him slightly jump out of shock, but he quickly relaxed. Sara listened to Grissom on the phone as she ran her tongue up his calf, on up to his thigh, and planted small kisses onto his hip. Just as he was about to give the driving instructions, Sara wrapped her lips around his semi rigid member. Quickly, it had reached it's full size as she sucked and bobbed, creating the perfect friction. She felt his free hand slide into her hair, caressing her scalp while she ran her tongue along the underside of his member.

"Well Ca - Ca- Cath, I really have to go now. I'll seeeee you there."

Sara just chuckled with him still in her mouth as he let out an exasperated "Sara, please, don't, we have to get going. I th- th- thought I told you not to tease."

Sara momentarily stopped what she was doing and looked up at him, saucily replying, "But Gil, I do plan on finishing what I am doing." With that, she plunged her lips and tongue down, and continued with her slow torture.

A few minutes later, Grissom pulled her up onto his lap and flipped them over, kissing her harshly on her breasts, moving quickly up to her collar bone, and settling on his favorite spot, her neck. He drove her to the point of no return by licking, nipping, and sucking on her neck while plunging into her deeply.

When they were done, Grissom quickly stepped into the shower while Sara washed up in the sink. Looking into the mirror, Sara gasped, "GILBERT GRISSOM, you should see my neck, I have terrible beard burn!" All Grissom could do was chuckle and suggest a scarf.

Grissom could still feel the heat in his face as he drifted back to the surgical waiting room, only to hear Greg telling his story.

"So, anyways, here I go back to the layout lab, to see Sara fidgeting with her scarf, and I figured, what the hell, I am going to have some fun. I knew something was up, because who would wear a scarf in that kind of weather. So, I snuck up behind her, and pulled off her scarf. And wouldn't you know it, there it was, the worst case of beard burn I have ever seen." Greg looked over to his supervisor. Greg figured he was probably dead or even worse, fired at this point, so he might as well go in for the kill. "So, Grissom do you know what happened next?"

Grissom couldn't even lift his head, all he did was shake his head and murmur, "Go on Greg Kick a guy when he is down."

Greg laughed and continued, "So, I asked Sara who did that to her, all she did was get nervous and say, 'Well Gregory, it was my boyfriend. And let's leave it at that."

"Well, I was crushed because I didn't even know that she had a boyfriend. So I told her that her boyfriend had better control himself around her or shave." Looking around the room, Greg caught the eye of Catherine, who by this point, was laughing hysterically.

Getting a little confidence from the reaction that he had, Greg finished his story, "Well, wouldn't you know it, coincidentally, Grissom came to work after that shift with a baby face. He had shaved all of that man-fur off. I just put two and two together. That my friends, is how I knew about Sara and Grissom."

Nick and Warrick looked over to watch Grissom and his reaction, and were amazed at what they saw. His shoulders were shaking, his head dropped down low, Nick thought that Grissom was crying his eyes out and slid over to his mentor. Putting his hand on his shoulder, Nick spoke up, "Gee Griss, if we knew you were going to be so upset, we would have stopped Greg."

Grissom looked up at his family, red faced, and laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. Relieved, Jim let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding in. "So Gil, is that true?"

When Grissom caught his breath, he looked sheepishly to Jim, shrugged his shoulders, and nodded a quick yes and squeaked out a breathless "yep."

Looking at his friends, his family, Grissom realized that hearing Greg's story wasn't too bad. It helped him remember all of the good times with Sara, and made him realize how much he truly loves her.

"Well, if you thought that one was good boys and girls, have I got a story for you" Jim stated. Once again Grissom let out a groan and said "Have pity on me." Jim just laughed and replied, "But kiddies, what is the most fun about my story, is that Gil knows what I am going to say. I have been holding this in for a LONG time now."

Grissom started to get out of his chair, trying to escape the story that he knew was coming.

Pushing down on Grissom's shoulder and effectively shoving Grissom back into his chair, Jim Brass continued his story, "Do you guys remember when....."

A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews. Wait till you hear Brass' story! I think it is the best one!