A/N: Okay, first off, I'd like to dedicate this story to everyone out there that has been affected by the 'events' of this story. (I don't want to give it away, but you'll understand what I mean if you read it.) Particularly my Godfather/Uncle Jeff, Grandma Jane, and Aunt Becky, may they be in peace. To all of the survivors out there who made it through and to all of the families and friends of those who were not as fortunate.

Second, I'm sorry for what I did to Sara in this, but the story was in my head and needed to be written.

Third, all mistakes are mine and that of Microsoft Word which has been known to suck royally. If there's anything really troublesome that I missed please let me know. Also, all of my information might not be completely accurate, so just work with me on that one and be imaginative.

And finally, please read and review. I put a lot of thought into this story, so please let me know what you think of it. I always love your comments, good or bad. Be honest.

Disclaimer: Still just a single mother of two, writing fan fiction. But soon, I promise, I'll own CSI and GSR will be consummated with a live action kiss (at the very least they owe us that!)

That's it. My rant is done. Enjoy the story!

-Surviving-

Chapter Two: Temptation

The following day was just as wonderful. Waking up together was such a new feeling, but at the same time, it just felt so natural to them both. They made love for a second time before Grissom took a shower, followed by Sara as he made them each some breakfast, or dinner; they have weird schedules. After eating together, which consisted of them eating off of each other's plates, stealing kisses between bites and a teasing game of footsy beneath the table, as if they had been in this routine for years, they curled up on her sofa and worked on the crossword puzzle together, which ended up taking longer than usual because of the frequent kissing breaks.

"What are we going to do at work?" She asked between kisses.

"What do you mean?" He asked, wondering if she was referring to them announcing their new found relationship.

"I mean look at us, we can't keep our lips to ourselves for one minute. How are we going to last an entire shift?" She said, kissing him again and again and again.

"I see what you mean. But I think I'll be able to do it. You however, don't stand a chance." He said rather smugly.

"Oh, no! I'll make it, you won't." She said running her fingertips lightly up the top of his thigh.

"Care to make a wager on that one?" He asked as he returned her movements to the back of her thigh.

"A wager? As in a bet? Sure. How much?" She said rather intrigued by the idea.

"Hmm…a hundred bucks." He whispered as he was kissing her ear.

"You're on!" She said, flipping herself completely on top of him and kissing him passionately.

"What was that for?" He asked with a huge smile when the kiss ended, leaving him just about breathless.

"Just getting it out of my system now." She said as she laid back down beside him, cuddling into his chest as she read the next clue for the crossword. "Nine down. Ten letters. Clue is…Influencing by exciting hope or desire." She said with a giggle.

"Very funny. Temptation. But I'm going to win. You won't be able to last." He said kissing her again.

"Oh yeah? And why is that?" She asked placing kisses to his neck, making him moan involuntarily.

"Mmm. Because, my dear, you have been chasing me for years and now that you have me you won't be able to stop yourself." He said as he again kissed her.

"We'll see Bugman." She said simply. "May the best…uh…CSI…win."

"Always the politically correct." He joked.

"Someone has to be." She retorted with yet another kiss.

When it finally came time to leave for work, which neither of them went in early today for a change, Grissom left first so he could stop at his house and change clothes and Sara left soon after, going straight to the lab. That shift, as expected, was very difficult in the self-control department. Having to pretend that nothing had changed between them in front of everyone, it was very hard for both of them, especially since they were working the same case. The entire shift however, they were purposely trying to make it harder for the other to win the bet. Seductive looks were exchanged as well as the very occasional 'accidental' touches, leaning as close as possible and whispering alluring comments that would make their blood boil, flirtatious remarks and smiles. They were basically trying to torture the other into cracking. They had to remind each other and themselves quite frequently that they were at work with lots of people and jumping the other's bones was a strict 'no no.' When she was in a layout room looking through the microscope at a sample, he came up behind her and ran his hands up and inside her shirt inching closer and closer to her breasts.

"Uh uh uh! You can look but you can't touch!" She said forcibly removing his hands.

Grunting he moved away and asked about the case, while trying to stop the erotic images floating through his head of things he would love to do to her in the layout room, especially with that table that lights up.

"Griss?" She called again when he didn't reply to her report on evidence and then saw him dazing off and staring at her chest. "Grissom!" She yelled, slightly amused by his very obvious reaction to whatever he was fantasizing about.

Shaking his mind free of those thoughts of her naked and moaning on the table, he focused back on reality only to find Sara staring at him clearly trying to hide her grin by pursing her lips together. She looked amused with her eyes wide and her eyebrows raised in a silent question.

"Sorry, I, uh, spaced out." He said timidly.

"Yeah…" she paused to clear her throat and motioned towards his 'manly' region. "I noticed." She was trying desperately not to laugh, but it was very hard. (No pun intended.)

"Uh...I uh…umm…" He stuttered as his face turned a magnificent shade of red. He looked like he was ready for the Christmas tree.

"It's okay honey, it's nothing I haven't seen or...uh…caused before." She said with a giggle.

"Yeah, thanks." He said coyly as he grabbed his lab coat and wrapped it around himself as he began to walk out.

"I just hope it was me you were picturing on that table." She teased as he left. He turned and shot her a dumbfounded look.

Surprisingly, given the distractions they were inflicting upon each other, they solved their case and in record time too. Now all that was left was the piles of paperwork that were beckoning them. Together they sat in the vacant break room sorting through files and filling out forms. The rest of the team were all still out on their cases so they were able to be alone. The paperwork however was not working so well as a barrier between them. To avoid temptation as much as possible, Grissom had seated himself across from her, rather than next to her. He couldn't help but to continuously stare at her from over his file, but she always seemed to be hard at work, which did say a lot in terms of him being her boss. But still, he kept wondering how she had been keeping in control all night when he was barely holding it together. He had had a fantasy about her in every room they went into all night, but she just seemed to be her normal Sara self. She seemed happier and having a lot of fun torturing him, but she just seemed unaffected. While he was contemplating how she was so calm, he came upon another problem; her shoe had been kicked off and her foot had found it's way to his leg, starting from his ankle and slowly, teasingly, brought it up his leg and up to his thigh, inching it closer and closer to his arousal until finally he jumped up, knocking over his chair in his haste.

"Sara!" He yelped, very stimulated, even more so than before.

Now all he could think of was taking her right there and then on the break room table, right on top of all the paperwork. God help them if the papers ever made it near ALS, but right now, he could care less. She didn't even look up from the report she was reviewing. She just let out a small chuckle and smiled with achievement at having worked him up so much. She couldn't wait until after shift was over. That would be fun.

Deciding that sitting across from her was probably a dangerous place for him and his arousal to be, he hesitantly took the seat next to her, also fearing that the worst would come from being that close, but thought that unless she knew some serious yoga moves, which he tried hard not to focus on in his current state, he would be okay. But again, as he took the seat, she didn't even flinch. Se didn't look up as he sat down, just kept her focus on her papers. When, after a few minutes, she didn't make a move, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued on with the report that needed his approval. Just as he started to sign the last page, her hand slipped its way under the table and up his inner thigh to the spot she had learned the previous day was a very sensitive area and drove him crazy. He clenched his teeth together and looked up at her. Other than her fingertips dancing along his very receptive flesh, she was paying him no mind. His whole body, however, was paying every last bit of her complete attention. He just hoped that who ever read the report he had been signing didn't notice the long line stretching from his signature.

About ten more minutes went by with her torture tactics; her sly way of unbuttoning the top few buttons of her blouse and leaning forward on the table for him to see, or her fingers casually gliding over his crotch and up to his belt, where several times she unbuckled it, only to have him redo it just as quickly. She ended up doodling little hearts in the corner of his notepad and writing 'Sara loves Grissom,' 'G+S,' 'I love you,' 'I want you now,' and others all over the margins. During all of her 'fun,' she never once even removed her eyes from her actual work and was surprisingly completing the forms too. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore when she got up to refill their coffee cups. (She thought it was cute that she could make his coffee without having to ask how he liked it.) As he watched her from the table, she kept looking over her shoulder and smiling teasingly at him. She was killing him and at this point he was done caring about the bet and his pride, he needed to feel her, to touch his lips to hers, to feel the heat of her body sear into his, to feel her hands on him and her skin beneath his fingertips. Without taking a second to reconsider, he jumped up from the chair and practically ran to her. Taking her with some force in his arms, he spun her around to face him and without even giving her time to process, he placed his lips hard against hers and kissed her with all the passion he felt, trying to release some of the pent-up tension she had caused. His tongue mingled with hers as his hands explored her body and lifted her up onto the counter, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. Allowing him to bask in his craze, she covertly moved her hands down his back and towards his butt as he moved his mouth to her neck. When she reached his butt, he was so wrapped up in the heat of moment that he didn't notice what she was doing. She carefully pulled his wallet from his back pocket and removed the hundred dollars from it, once she succeeded she pulled back abruptly and jumped off the counter, handing him back his wallet.

"What the…" He started looking at his wallet, confused, but when he looked up to see her holding the money up in her hand he caught on. "You evil, evil woman!" He gasped, more aroused than he had been all day.

"I try. I told you that you couldn't make it! I win, fair and square. You, Gil Grissom, man of no emotion could not make it eight hours without trying to do me right here in the lab! Incredible! Now those are stories to tell the grandkids." She joked as she walked to the exit. Turning back around, she laughed at his still perplexed expression. "You see Griss, you thought that you would be my weakness because I chased you for so long, but it's quite the opposite. I've had practice keeping my urges around you in check. Believe me; I've had fantasies about doing very naughty and inappropriate things to my supervisor in just about every room in this lab, and some crime scenes. I can't even begin tell you how many times we would be in a room and with one look you'd have me looking for the nearest flat that I could pin you on." She explained smugly as she walked back to him and upon the completion of her comment, placed a quick kiss on his lips. His look of shock at her confession did not go unnoticed by her, she actually found it amusing and mentally reminded herself to cause that face more often. "Seriously Griss, were you thinking that you could just ravage me right here on the table?" She teased him. His face dropped significantly with guilt when he realized how well she could read him. Laughing some more, knowing she had been right, she continued. "Oh my god, you were! Well as fun as that would be, and trust me, I've thought about it, I don't think that Ecklie would appreciate it as much."

"You've…uh…fantasized? About me? Here?" He stumbled out shyly.

"Oh yeah, all the time. Every room in this lab, and some crime scenes have been christened by my fantasies. Your desk…err…that one comes up every time I stand in the doorway. The layout table with those lights, mmm. I know you were thinking that earlier. The back seat of the Denali's. The showers. The locker room bench. Hell, up against the lockers. The supply closet. The lab tables…" She trailed off upon seeing the swirling mixture of desire and shock in his eyes. "You name it, I've thought it, and I have to say, sometimes it gets pretty…uh…interesting." She said with a shrug. Looking around the room, he couldn't help but notice all the flat surfaces. The couch, the chairs, the counters. She giggled as she watched him take in the room, knowing damn well what he was looking at. Giving his cheek a light kiss, she merrily walked towards the exit of the room with her winnings in hand.

"So, I'll see you later, RIGHT?" He called after her desperately in a suggestive tone. He was in serious need of her body - right now.

Turning around with a naughty grin, she slowly wandered back over to him and kissed him leisurely, letting her tongue dance with his before pulling back, raising her bet money for him to see and whispered in his ear.

"Well, it would seem that you have paid in advance, so I suppose you'll just have to." And with that, she turned back around and walked back to the door, torturing him with the sway of her hips and the tantalizing motions of her placing the money into the tight back pocket of her jeans.

He was mesmerized by her. He must have sat there for another ten minutes just staring at the space she had vacated with the same dopey smile on his face. Shaking his mind free of all things Sara, or as much as he could, he turned back to his paperwork.