Chapter 13

Author's note: I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!

A/N Many of you have taken the same point of view that I have – Greg and Catherine have known or suspected a relationship between G and S for quite some time. I kinda think Brass and Al probably knew too.

While enjoying the story, please remember, I write from an AU perspective. Although many parts of the story may fit with the timelines (historically), I usually take the characters to places that they did not go in the story lines, but could have.

So now, on to the story. Enjoy! And yes, there will be SMUT!

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Once inside Mutt's house, the investigators were struck by how much dog bric-a-brac littered every shelf and table in the living room. Yes there were typical family pictures, vacations of the past, with mom, dad, and son, but the pictures of the dogs outnumbered the family 3 to 1.

One dog did not match with the others who roamed the house. A white poodle. Pictures of the poodle were everywhere. She was dressed in a pink tutu in some of the photos, a jacket in others, and jeans in another. Several of the photos showed the dog sitting in the lap of a handsome woman. She may have been in her mid-40's at the time the photo was taken.

"Where is that dog?" Sara asked Mutt.

"She died about 5 years ago," Mutt answered, sadly, "She was traveling in the car with my wife when they were broadsided and both were killed instantly."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Sara said, the routine answer that they had been taught to offer. She realized how canned it sounded.

"Thanks," Mutt acknowledged her statement, "I still miss both of them."

"She looked like a very nice person," Greg commented, trying to ease the awkward moment.

"She was," Mutt responded, "Never met a stranger. Everyone loved her."

"That's incredibly sad," Greg observed.

Brass, Sara and Greg finished their evaluation of the home and found nothing that seemed out of place or indicated that Mutt had any involvement in the murders. They did take a log sheet in Mutt's handwriting. The log listed all of the arrests made with his help. It appeared to be a resume of sorts, perhaps to help him feel good about the work he was doing or, as Brass observed, it could have been a list of potential victims.

"I still like him for the murders," Brass said as they left the home, "He's a cop, he's hiding the evidence."

"I don't know," Sara answered him, "I just don't get the killer vibe off of him."

"Let's go check on his history," Greg suggested.

Sara checked her watch.

"That is going to have to wait Greg," she said, "its past my bedtime and the boss was pretty specific about my leaving on time."

"Yeah, true," he replied, "You have a big job ahead, and I want you to be on your toes and stay safe. I don't know what I would do without you!"

"Damn, Greg," she laughed, "I'm going on assignment, not dying!"

"I know," he shook his head, "I am just really worried about this whole serial killer thing. I know the task force is a big step for you, but this guy is vicious, and I'm worried about you."

"Ok, Grissom," she answered, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"See, I knew it," Greg brightened, "He's crazy about you too isn't he?"

They opened their respective doors to the Denali and climbed in. Sara looked left, then right, then behind the seat, checking to make sure they were out of earshot from Jim Brass, and smiled.

"Ah, no, that's not what I said."

"You didn't have to say it," Greg smiled, "I never thought I'd be happy to have you dating someone other than me, but I'm so happy for you both."

"Greg," she cautioned, "I didn't tell you that, and I didn't confirm or deny…"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he winked, "You are not involved with your boss and neither of you will get fired for it."

"Shut up Greg," she laughed at the screwed up face he was making, "I need to get back before the boss gets upset with me."

"Yeah," Greg laughed, "He might do naughty things to you!"

"I can only hope!" she answered as they pulled away.

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The house back to himself, Mutt made a phone call.

"You gotta stop," he said, authoritatively, "the cops are on to you."

He listened intently and shook his head.

"No, they are not going to pin anything on me, but I'm sure they are investigating. You gotta stop."

He slammed the phone down.

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Sara pulled into her driveway, tired, but anxious for the next week to begin.

She pulled the door open, and grabbed her messenger bag, placing a file from her front seat into the bag. She beeped the lock and headed towards her apartment. She checked her cell phone – no calls.

I wonder why he hasn't called.

She unlocked the door and entered the apartment. It was cool and it felt calm. She had selected her colors to be calming and her furniture was comfortable and functional rather than formal and stuffy. She threw her keys into the bowl on the table in the hallway and slipped her shoes off. Her bag was shrugged off her shoulder and she went to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

Flicking on the tv, she sat on the soft, overstuffed sofa and surfed to the Discovery Channel, where the Mythbusters were trying to prove that an arrow couldn't split an apple.

She was about to doze off when a knock at the door startled her.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"If I tell you that," a male voice replied, "It won't be a surprise."

She quickly opened the door to reveal Gil Grissom, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, holding a piece of paper in his hand. His smile was amazing. His blue eyes, danced with excitement.

"Hello handsome," she said, smiling broadly.

"Pack an overnight bag," he instructed her.

"Gil," she answered, "I'm so tired…"

"Ok, show me where your suitcase is, and I'll pack it for you."

"No, no, come on in, I'll do it. You can keep me company."

She grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. He hesitated at the threshold to the bedroom, but quickly followed her in. He sat on the bed and watched her while she retrieved a small case from the bottom of her closet.

"What should I bring as far as clothes are concerned Dr Grissom?" she asked, flirtily.

"Well," he considered his answer carefully, "My preference would be nothing at all…" he smiled, hoping she would catch his drift, "But I think a swimsuit, jeans, a t-shirt, a dress, some matching shoes and sneakers and a toothbrush?"

There was a pause.

"And that white costume."

She turned and looked at him, smiling sexily.

"Why would I bring that?" she asked him.

"So you can practice," he answered, blushing slightly at the thought of watching her in the sexy dress, moving in ways that he had only just learned that she could move.

"Gil," she laughed, "you have a dirty mind."

"You don't know the half of it," he whispered, as he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.

"Time out," he declared, "I thought I could wait, but I can't, I need you."

She sat down in his lap, feeling the tension rise between them. She leaned over and kissed him. He responded passionately, feeling his need for her growing with each moment.

They lay down on the bed, and as the kiss broke, they stared into each other's eyes.

"I'm the luckiest man alive," he whispered to her, "I can't believe you waited for me."

"Yes, you are lucky," she answered, kissing him gently on the lips and then moving to his neck, "I almost gave up on you."

"Oh," he replied as she moved down to his shoulders and began to unbutton his shirt, "I'm so glad you didn't."

She kissed him on his shoulder and moved down to his abdomen. She used her slim fingers to begin to remove his belt and unzip his jeans.

"You know, you should wear these jeans more often," she told him, "they look really sexy on you."

"I don't wear jeans to work."

"I know, all baggy business stuff," she teased, "no one will ever know what a nice ass you have if you keep that up." She stopped and thought for a moment, "On second thought, keep the jeans for off time."

"Sara," he answered, "I don't think anyone would…"

"Sh…." She whispered as she finally got the zipper down and began to move his pants to that she had clear access to him.

"Sara," he almost choked back her name as she began to use her lips to stimulate him even more than he was already aroused. "You don't have to…"

"Gilbert," she replied, "I want to, I like making you happy." She returned her attention to making him happy.

He laid his head back on the pillow and placed his hand on her shoulder. Women that he had dated before had never been so aggressive in bed. But he liked this. Her sexuality was one of the things that drew him to her. She was confident in who she was, what she wanted, and she knew how to satisfy both of them.

He felt her hands slide between his legs and massage areas that made him feel completely aroused and on the verge of climax. Her lips were soft and he could imagine the small gap in her teeth as she rubbed her lips and tongue over him.

"Sara," he gasped, "Stop, please. I want you."

"I'm right here,"

"No, I want to have you," he gasped, "please come to me."

She slipped off her jeans and shirt, and as she removed her bra, he gasped at the beauty of her body. She was slim, but well rounded. She had a stunning figure and every time he saw her breasts, he was struck by how perfectly shaped they were. He couldn't imagine being more aroused than he was before, but seeing her naked, standing before him, made him feel like he was going to explode.

"I don't have any…" he suddenly panicked, realizing he had left the condoms in the truck. He had no plans to sleep with her in the apartment. But he also had no plans of saying no when she began to make a pass at him.

"Gil," she answered, "I'm clean, I'm sure you are clean, and I'm on birth control, so unless you need …"

"No," he answered her as he lifted her off her feet and gently deposited her on the bed, "There's no need for that."

As he entered her, she felt all her efforts were worthwhile.

"Oh God Gil," she said quietly, reaching her hands over her head, allowing him full access to her body.

He took one of her breasts in his hand and began to gently massage her nipples.

"Lips," she instructed.

He kissed her breast and then slowly moved to her neck, alternating between kissing and gently sucking her skin, making her groan with anticipation.

"Now," she instructed him, helping him find the right angle to enter her for the climax.

They rocked with intense pleasure, his body positioned above hers, allowing him a full view of her face as she reached orgasm. God she was beautiful. More than any woman he had ever known, or any work of art he had ever seen, she was the most beautiful of all.

And with the beauty of Sara in front of him, he reached the most mind-blowing orgasm he ever had. He felt like every inch of his body and soul had been satisfied.

He collapsed on her, trying not to put his full weight on her, but not wanting to pull out yet. The closeness he felt at that moment was something he had never experienced. He wanted to stay inside her forever.

Moments later, she squirmed under him, "Gil?" she asked, "Gil, are you ok?"

"I'm awesome," he said, using one of her favorite words.

"I know you are awesome," she answered him, "But you gotta roll over a bit for me dear."

He knew he had to move. He rolled over, keeping contact as long as he could.

As she lay beside him, spent and satisfied, he touched her cheek and ran his hands down her long, slim torso.

"You are beautiful, Sara," he whispered into her ear.

She smiled and snuggled up next to him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled the blanket up over their bodies, and placed his chin on top of her head.

And in silent reverie, they fell sound asleep. Probably the best sleep either had in ten years. They slept knowing that they were in the arms of the one who made the world right. And after dancing around the subject for so long, they knew that they had finally found their home.

Home, she thought as she drifted off. Home, its not a place, it's a feeling.

I get it now, she thought to herself, I finally understand what it means to be home.

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A/N OK I hope you liked that! More smut and more mystery to come! Stay tuned. And please, leave me a review if you are enjoying the story!

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