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Chapter Eleven

Grissom,
I hope you've got back to Vegas okay and the lab survived without you. I've upped my hours at the supermarket to try and save up enough money to move out of this apartment. Been reading a new book the library has got in 'Crime Scene to Court', have you read it?
Haven't heard anything from the San Francisco lab, but it's only been a couple of weeks I guess.
'Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly,
We ought to be together, you and I.'
Sara x

My dear Sara,
The lab was still standing when I returned, although the amount of paperwork that had been left for me I am still trying to clear. I have indeed read 'Crime Scene in Court', although I felt the only useful page of information was page 84, the others are inconsistent with some state laws. In the middle of several cases at the moment, wish I could discuss in letter, but unfortunately I can't.
I'm sure you'll hear from the San Fran. Lab soon. Keep smiling.
Yours,
Grissom xx

Gris,
Still no word from the lab. Been through almost every book in the library, twice. The days drag without you, I wish you were here. It's been six weeks since I last saw you, but it feels like years.
My heart aches for you,
Sara x

Sara,
I have two days away from the Vegas lab, I will get the plane over after my double shift on Friday, so I will be in San Francisco at 6pm Saturday. I've booked the same hotel as before. I look forward to seeing you.
'I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against the want of you;
of squeezing it into little ink drops,
And posting it.'
See you soon,
Gii xx

Sara stood at the airport, her palms sweaty with nerves; she pulled at the bottom of her black polka dot dress, clearing her throat one more time. She glanced at the arrivals board; the plane from Vegas was due in any minute now. The fall evening sunshine lit the glass arrivals lounge of the airport warmly, although Sara shivered, a shiver of anticipation perhaps.

Soon people started to arrive through the doors of the lounge, all carrying cases and searching for a familiar face in the small crowd where Sara was stood. People started greeting each other, hugging and kissing, Sara kept searching through the faces of the arrivals for Grissom, starting to feel a twinge of panic that he wasn't really coming, but then, last person through the doors, there he was.

Sara rushed towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him hard. He dropped his case and enveloped her in the tightest hug, kissing her back. She placed kisses all over his face, before eventually pulling away to be face-to-face with him.

"Hello, Sara." Grissom grinned.

"Hey yourself." She kissed him again, this time soft and more tender.

"You look beautiful." He said, his fingers running down her waist.

Sara blushed. "It's a dress."

"Yes it is." Grissom laughed a little, he picked up his case and they wandered over to the exit of the airport, towards a taxi rank. Once in the taxi, Grissom gave the driver the directions to the hotel.

"We'll drop my case off, and then go for some dinner." Grissom suggested to Sara.

She nodded, as much as she wanted to take him straight to bed with her, she had missed conversation with him too. She hadn't had an intellectual conversation with anyone in the eight weeks since he had left San Francisco, although she had tried – the librarian hadn't understood a word of what she'd said, and her housemate was more interested in talking about who had drunk her last pint of milk, or eaten her last Oreo.

"There's a restaurant at the hotel, if you don't mind," Grissom held her hand as they sat in the back of the car, "without the car it'll take us a while to walk away, and I haven't slept for 30 hours."

"Was the flight not quiet?"

"I can normally sleep through anything if I have to, but there were these three kids who just screamed constantly for the entire thing, they thought it was funny, and their parents were too busy joining the Mile High Club."

"Oh." Sara smiled sympathetically. He did look tired.

"At least we managed to crack the two cases we had running before I left."

"You'll have to tell me all about them." Sara took the opportunity of them being still to take in Grissom's body. How she'd missed his presence. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans, and a black polo t-shirt, a thin grey jacket over the top, and a pair of dark boots – a lot more casual than he had been in his seminars.

The taxi pulled up outside of the hotel, and Grissom paid the driver before getting out with his case, Sara following him into the foyer for check-in. Once he'd received the key from the desk, they headed up in the elevator to the room.

"Same room as last time." Sara noted the room number as they approached the door. There was a pleasant familiarity to the room, like coming home.

Once in the room, Grissom dropped his case and pulled Sara to him. His fingers ran up and down her spine, his lips on her neck, sending tingles over her skin, she moaned as his lips headed over her shoulders and back up her neck to her lips.

"Let's go to dinner." He whispered, placing one last kiss on her lips before taking her hand.