Chapter 16

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

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SMUT ALERT WARNING. IT'S GOING TO GET DIRTY!

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"I'm glad he's still in here," Sara said, tapping on Grissom's chest.

He lifted his head from the Entomology Journal and gave her a puzzled look.

"Who?" he asked.

"The Gil Grissom I fell in love with."

"I've always been here." He protested.

"Not the same way, Gil," she replied, "I couldn't always see the man who liked to ride rollercoasters and play chess. I was afraid he had gone away."

"Sara," he began, "I was so afraid to let myself get involved with you. I knew the minute I let my guard down, I'd be done."

"I know, you've said that before," she answered, "But I'm so glad I finally broke down that wall."

"Me too." He kissed her head.

They were snuggled up on his big oversized leather sofa. Cuddly and warm under the soft blanket she had brought from her place.

"Now, let's discuss this whole undercover operation," he started.

"Gil Grissom," she scolded, "Nothing like putting a damper on a romantic moment!"

"Sara," he pleaded, "I've finally come to terms with my love for you, and I don't want to loose you now."

"Gil," she answered, "I know how much I love you, there never has been a doubt in my mind, but I also need to remove the doubt from my mind about my ability."

"I just don't understand this, Sara," he interrupted, "you are without a doubt, one of the greatest CSIs I have ever known."

"But Gil," she continued, "I didn't choose Vegas, Vegas chose me."

"You mean I chose to bring you here."

"No," she corrected, "It was my choice to come when you called. I was fine where I was, but I also promised you that I would give you all the time you needed. I thought you had made up your mind then you called."

"I had," he answered, "Until they made me supervisor."

"I know, I get it Gil," she reassured him, "But I didn't get to finish exploring what I wanted to do. I really seriously considered going with the FBI – I did have an offer from them you know – but I felt my heart was here with you."

He reached over, pulling her by the back of her neck to his face, indulging in a slow, simmering hot kiss.

"Sara," he whispered, "I will be beside you to accomplish anything you choose to do, but I reserve the right to worry about you."

"That I can understand."

She kissed him, fierce and hot, pulling him to his knees on top of her.

He really was not used to such aggressive women. But he liked it. No, scratch that, he loved it.

The fact that she was so self assured when it came to her needs and her sexuality made him even more excited than just being near her did.

He tried to move her off the couch and towards the bedroom, but she pulled him back.

"Sara," he pleaded, "I need you."

"I know," she answered, "But it doesn't have to be in the bedroom all the time, let's just do it here."

He looked shocked.

"Here?"

She pulled on his zipper, moving it slowly down and, with her other hand, pulling his shirt up.

She pushed him back down to a seated position on the couch, kneeling in front of him. She gently began to pull his penis out of the pants. He breathed in deeply. The excitement was almost unbearable.

"Sara," he whispered, wanting to tell her that she didn't have to do this, but from her approach, he felt that she almost wanted it as much as he did. He really was not used to this, but he could get used to it very quickly.

He thought back to the short list of women he had slept with over the years. None of them had been quite as good at fellatio as Sara. They had always made him feel guilty when it happened. But Sara was a partner in the truest sense of the word, and she indulged his fantasies in every possible way.

When he felt her lips surround him, he knew he could not hold on for a long time. Her breath on his very private places was erotic and unbelievable. He placed his hand on her head, the way she had showed him, and laid his head back on the couch. When he could take no more, he pulled her up towards him.

She took a position straddling him. He pulled her shirt off, allowing himself free access to her beautiful breasts. He took one in his mouth and rolled it between his lips and tongue. She breathed heavily. But as she began to thrust herself up and down on him, he felt that he was going to loose all control.

"Sara," he choked out, "I have no condoms here…"

"I'm safe," she replied, not wanting to stop the magic, "Depo."

"Are you sure?" he asked between heavy breaths.

"Make love to me, please, Gil, stop talking and make love to me."

His orgasm was the most explosive that he could remember. Letting her control the pace and position, giving all control over to her, was the most amazing, mind blowing, experience ever.

He kissed her, and pulled her down, snuggling her down on the couch, covering them both with the blankets.

"Do you think you would ever consider marriage?" he asked her, the thought coming out of no where.

"Gil," she answered, I just don't know. I know its important to you, but I don't think that in this day and age, people have to sign a document to prove their love."

"I know," he answered, but to me, it's the ultimate demonstration of love and affection."

"And by the way, my father is dead, so you won't be able to exchange my hand for a dowry."

They chuckled at her ancient reference.

"I won't say never," she said thoughtfully, "But I can't give you the answer you are looking for right now."

"It's my turn," he whispered, kissing her neck gently.

"For what?" she asked.

"To wait for you!"

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"Wait!" Mutt declared.

"No," the voice on the other end of the line called out, "And if you rat me out, I'll come and get you too!"

"I'm not scared of you."

"You should be," the voice answered, "You really should be."

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The night club was dark and smelled like stale tobacco.

Sara had donned her costume and was waiting for her turn to go onstage.

When her announcement came over the speakers, she took a deep breath and stepped out on the stage.

She moved slowly, steady, and self-confident. She remembered what Catherine had told her, and she licked her lips and made sure to move her hips the way Carlos had taught her. She moved sexily in time with the music, removing the clothing one item at a time, in time with the music.

She tried to ignore the wolf-calls from the audience and tried not to look at the mostly drunk men just beyond the footlights of the stage.

And then a shot rang out. She felt the pain begin in her abdomen and move to her chest. She felt herself fall to the floor and saw the blood begin to spread out over the white dress.

All she could think was that she was going to die wearing a thong. Oh no, how Doc Robbins and Dave would feel about her when they saw her body in the sexy panties.

The pain was overtaking her and she felt consciousness beginning to slip away. She looked out into the audience to see who had shot her, but she could not see anyone. She heard her father's voice, "Sara," he said, "Sara, what's wrong?" She looked up, only to see Heather Kessler standing over her, smiling and evil smile. Heather reached out and grabbed Sara's shoulders and began shaking her.

Then suddenly, she was awake and in Grissom's arms.

She grabbed him, breathing hard, tears rolling down her face.

"It was a dream Sara," he soothed her, "Just a bad dream."

She took a deep breath.

"There's something you don't know," she said, "Sometimes," she paused, not really wanting to reveal her deep secrets to anyone.

"Its ok dear," he coaxed her, "Whatever it is, we will work through it."

"I have bad nightmares," she admitted, "Its why I work so much, some times, I can go for days without sleeping."

"We'll work through it Sara," he promised, "Now come lay down with me, and I'll make you forget your dream."

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