Chapter 7

A/N Thanks for waiting. As promised, the next chapter!

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Greg and Warrick were in the lab trying to get results from their 2 victims. They apparently had nothing in common but the fact that they had received tickets for aggressive driving in the past month.

"So, do you think someone is just killing people who cut them off?" Greg asked.

"Well, I know I've been mad when people have cut in front of me," Warrick answered, "But I don't think anyone would kill over it. But I could be wrong."

"Well, it's a theory, not a good one, but one," Greg suggested.

"What about where they were killed?" Warrick asked, trying to throw out possibilities.

"Do you mean just random acts of violence?" Greg asked, "Yeah it could be the case, but I just don't see it."

"Ok, let's run it again…" Warrick said as they sat down at the layout table to look at the evidence again.

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They stood outside Frank's not wanting to part.

"Slow," she reminded him, "You said slow."

"I am so sorry I said that."

"I have a dance lesson tonight, but I'll be in to the lab right after that. I'm going to see Catherine tomorrow and get some pointers."

"Can I come?" he asked.

Nervous laughter. "No," she replied, "I don't think I can handle that."

"Well, in that case, dinner tonight before work?" he asked.

"Yes, that sounds great."

Grissom opened Sara's car door for her and slammed it shut once she was in. He put his hand on the window to encourage her to be safe.

She drove home her usual route, head spinning from the conversation, and the kiss. She didn't know what had gotten into her, kissing him in the hallway of the restaurant. But it was good. She kept thinking about the taste of his lips and the smell of his cologne. He didn't wear cologne at work, so she knew he had gone out of the way to prepare for their date. She thought about the feeling of his body next to hers, how his muscled arms held her. She was surprised by how firm his midriff was. He always wore such baggy clothes that she had no idea what she would find under them.

Before she knew it, she was home. She got out of her car, still on cloud nine, and walked to her apartment. She opened the door, threw her keys in the basket, and began to sort the mail. She walked through to the bedroom and began to take off her clothing in favor of her Harvard sweats and NVPD t-shirt.

She heard a knock at the door and, as she was pulling her hair up into a housework pony-tail, she walked to the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw a huge green plant through the opening.

"Who is it?" she asked, expecting the delivery person to identify their company.

"You won't be surprised if I tell you!" someone who sounded remarkably much like Grissom said from behind the plant.

She laughed, recognizing the voice immediately. "What are you doing here?"

"Open the door and I'll tell you."

She complied with his request and accepted his gift. It was a beautiful bamboo plant in a clay pot, just the right size for her kitchen.

"I can't get you out of my mind, Sara," he said.

"We've only been apart for an hour, Gri…Gil."

He pushed the door closed, grabbed the plant from her hand and placed it down on the table. With both hands now free, he grabbed her around the waist and firmly pulled her against him.

Once they parted to breathe, she looked at him and asked, "What's gotten in to you?"

"Honestly?" he asked, trying to look innocent and failing miserably.

"Yes, always, be honest," she said, sincerely.

"I kept imagining you in that costume, and I couldn't go home."

They laughed together. It was a comfortable laugh. It hadn't taken them any time at all to fall back into the comfortable relationship they had started those many years before.

"In that case," she said, "Come in and I'll make you some tea and model the white one for you so you can get it out of your mind."

"I can't wait."

She made him a cup of tea and then disappeared into her bedroom. She came back looking like an angel in white.

"You look…" he was at a loss for words… "Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels."

"Longfellow?" she asked, bringing out of his stupor.

"My god Sara, you are gorgeous."

"So you think I can pass for an exotic dancer?" she asked.

"Come here and I'll give you a tip to prove it!" he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

She slowly walked to where he was sitting, swinging her hips for effect, and getting the reaction she had been looking for.

He squirmed in his seat, trying to make the bulge in his pants less visible. Again, failing miserably.

She stood in front of him, running her hands down her sides like she had seen Mae West do in an old movie, "You like?" she said.

"I love."

He grabbed her hand and kissed it. He looked up at her, fighting the urge to pull her into his lap and ravish her right there. He lost.

As he pulled her to him, the smell of her perfume made him even more aroused than the sight of her in the costume.

She landed in his lap, laughing, and in her very best Mae West imitation asked, "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

They both fell apart laughing. It was nice to be there with him, not in trouble, not crying, just sharing a moment of pleasure without worrying what might be next.

"I've got to go take this off so it doesn't get damaged," she told him.

"Can I help?" he asked, trying his best to make that sound innocent.

"No, you stay here, I'll be right back."

"Ok if you're sure…" he said, looking sad.

"I'll be right back," she promised, "Hold my spot."

She walked back to the bedroom and found her sweats laying on the bed where she had left them. She shook her head and went to the closet to find something "more comfortable". She found a black tank top and the khaki shorts that she always got complimented on when she wore them. She assessed her appearance in the mirror. She looked good.

Sara walked back out to the living room and prepared to sit down on the couch across from Grissom's place in her recliner.

"Ah, no, I held your place!' he said, pulling her back into his lap.

They sat, wrapped around each other, kissing passionately, hands roaming, and breathing heavily. When they came up for air, he looked her deeply in the eyes and told her she was "intoxicating."

They sat like that for a few more minutes until Sara suggested that they might be more comfortable in her room.

"Sara, I can't, I mean, I want to, but its too soon!"

"I know, Gil," she said, "But we are both adults and we can sleep in the same bed without making love."

"I don't know that I can do that Sara, I'm too…" he looked down at the place where his pants had tented.

"I know, I know," she said soothingly, "But I promise, I won't jump on you tonight. I'm not a first date kind of girl."

"Let's see how it goes," she continued, taking him by the hand and leading him through into the bedroom, "Let's see how it goes."

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A/N More in a couple days! Hope you enjoyed the fluff!