A/N Thanks for reading so far, love reading your reviews. Going to spill this story over into the Vegas lab, so still quite a bit to go, thanks for sticking with it. Hoping to have another update up by Tuesday/Wednesday. Just to let you know, this story is rated M for (almost) every chapter from now on, so again, you have been warned. ;)
Oh and so I don't get my ass sued, I don't own anything or any character from CSI, just a fan, with an over-active imagination.

Chapter Eight

Sara lay with her head resting on her hand, resting herself up on her elbow. The thin bed sheets clung to her naked frame. Grissom lay next to her in the same position, his face a few inches away from hers.

"Vos es hiding a mortuus somes."

"What does that mean?" Sara giggled, she was both fascinated and amused at the amount of information Grissom kept inside his head.

"You're hiding a dead body." He laughed too, knowing how ridiculous it was that he knew that, but he'd known Latin since he was a child, and used it regularly, as unnecessary as it was.

"Tell me about yourself, Gil."

He cleared his throat as if to begin a speech, "I was born in Santa Monica, but I grew up in Marina Del Rey. My father was a botanist, and my mother worked in an art gallery. I spent my school-life invisible - so focused on my work I forgot I was surrounded by people, and they forgot about me. The rest of my life has revolved around forensics."

"You're not married." Noting the lack of a wedding band on his finger, Sara was nervous bringing up the subject of whether he was in a relationship or not, and it was too late to have made a decision based on his marital status, but she brought it up anyway, curious to know the answer.

"No. I'm married to my work. I sleep in the day and work at night, unless I'm pulling a double, in which case I don't sleep. I don't have the home-time to devote to someone outside of the lab; it wouldn't be fair to ask someone to be in a part-time relationship."

"What about in the lab?" her fingers circled a space on his arm.

"There's no one I'm interested in at the lab, Sara." His words were comforting to her. He hadn't come to her from someone else, and he wasn't going back to someone else.

"What about you?" his question to her came out even more nervous than hers had done.

"There's no one. Not for a long while." It pained her to even have to think about past experiences with men, she'd tried to shut it all out, she'd been let down too many times, with too much of her heart involved. "Well, now there's you." She smiled at him and he smiled back, before placing a kiss on her lips.

Grissom turned to glance at the digital clock that glowed in the moonlight room, "It's 3:30am, do you think we should try and get a few more hours sleep?"

"I'd much rather talk about criminalistics," Sara replied, "but I don't suppose my manager at the supermarket would be very impressed if I fell asleep on shift later."

"I hate that you work in such a mundane place, Sara. You deserve better." He kissed her again, nibbling softly on her bottom lip.

"Mmm." The warmth of having his body next to hers was so comforting and relaxing, Sara felt her eyes close heavily with tiredness as he pressed soft kisses against her forehead. She felt like she was in one of her dreams, but she knew from the tingling of her skin from his caresses that this was in fact reality, and it was perfect.

When Sara awoke again, she stretched out a little in the bed to awaken her muscles. She would normally be going straight out for a run in the morning, but she didn't think that would be happening, she had something just as physical in mind.

Slipping the covers to the end of the bed, she moved down and over Grissom's body. With her head aligned with his hips, she started by placing a few soft kisses over his thighs and stomach. She felt him stir slightly, but guessed he hadn't quite woken yet. Very gently she took him in her mouth, running her tongue around his head before taking him all in her mouth.

"Oh… fuck." Grissom moaned deeply. Now he was awake.

Sara smiled to herself as she carried on with her ministrations. Her mouth running up and down his shift, his groans spurred her on. She pulled up to flick his head with her tongue, causing him to shiver at her actions, "do you want me?" she whispered, echoing her question from the previous day, the question had to caused them to take action on their feelings for each other.

"I want you, Sara, I want you." He thrust up at her a little, the need for his release taking over his body.

She took him in her mouth again. She was impressed by his size, but not at all surprised; it was exactly how she imagined. Sucking on him hard, she took him deep and moaned, the vibrations around him sending Grissom over the edge. His fingers tangled in her hair as he muttered several expletives under his breath at the powerfulness of his release.

Slowly Sara let him go from her mouth and came back up the bed to rest beside him. She couldn't help but grin at the sight before her, Grissom was obviously still coming down from his orgasm, staring up at the ceiling, his eyes slightly wide.

"Sara Sidle. You are… wow."

"Good morning to you as well." She kissed his cheek and slid out of the bed. "Mind if I use your shower?"

"Feel free." He sat up a little, watching her walk naked into his bathroom.

The hot water was refreshing to Sara's skin, and she rubbed the hotel's complimentary shampoo into her hair, before covering her body and face in soap, and after rinsing herself of products she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a rich, cotton towel around herself. She hadn't realized how rough her normal bath towels were on her skin, she smiled at the soft sensation on her skin.

"Tea or coffee?" Grissom called from the bedroom.

Sara rubbed her wet hair with another towel, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. "Coffee, please." She called back.

"What time have you got work?" he called.

Sara could hear the kettle click and Grissom shuffling about, before the sound of stirring cups. "12. What time is it now?"

"11am. I'll give you a lift in after breakfast."

"I don't normally eat breakfast." Sara came out of the bedroom, her hair wrapped in one towel, her body in another.

"You should always eat breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day."

"Oh yeah, when was the last time you had breakfast?" she counted his comment.

Grissom passed her her coffee, "I don't eat breakfast, unless Catherine is paying."

The name of another female stung Sara slightly, and she took a sip of her coffee before questioning it, "Catherine?"

"My side-kick at the lab, we bounce ideas off of each other, we tend to be put on the same cases." He shrugged, like it wasn't important.

Sara wanted to run into a thousand questions over this Catherine woman, what did she look like? How long had Gil known her? Was she married? Was she pretty? Did they fancy each other? But she held back, tomorrow night Grissom was going back to Vegas, and she desperately didn't want to spoil the time she had with him now by accusing him of breakfast 'dates' with 'Catherine'.

Grissom sat back on the bed with his coffee, dressed in his boxers, he flicked on the television and Sara sat next to him.

"I've closed myself off from the world, work colleagues included, for so many reasons, for such a long time. I hadn't made a connection with anyone until I met you, and my heart opened up, whether my mind was ready to or not." Grissom lay a tender kiss on her cheek before taking hold of her hand and placing it over his heart, "This space has your name on it."

Sara felt tears spring to her eyes, although she quickly blinked them away. Her heart swelled with care and affection for him.

"Now finish your coffee and get dressed while I have a shower, and then I'll drive you into work." He let go of her hand and stood up, finishing his coffee before heading into the bathroom.

Once both washed and dressed, Sara and Grissom left the hotel and got into his car.

"Would you like to go for dinner tonight?" he asked.

"Yes, that sounds nice." Sara nodded.

"If I pick you up from your apartment at 8?"

"That'd be great."

Grissom parked his car in front of the supermarket, "well, have an…interesting shift."

Sara rolled her eyes, smiling, before kissing him softly and climbing out of the car.