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I have had this chapter on my computer forever but never really got around to posting it, so here it is, the last chapter of Familiar Place. Enjoy!

It was the middle of the afternoon and usually Grissom was suppose to be at work but since the death of Warrick, over a week had passed and things had been crazier then usually at the lab. They were under staff, meaning things where backed up and Grissom was supposed to be pulling a double. And usually Grissom would be then happier to do so. But a part of himself had died along with Warrick. He couldn't face going to the lab and not seeing his friend there. He didn't want to face that he was really gone. So instead after the funeral had had taken some needed time off and spent it was Sara, who had surprisingly stuck around Las Vegas. Grissom knew she was inching to get away; she couldn't stay before she fell into that dark hole once again but she had stuck it out for him. They both needed each other and didn't want to say goodbye just yet.

However, the week was coming to an end and decisions had to be made. Grissom was due back to work later on that night but he couldn't face going in. So instead in lay on top of the bed, fully clothed staring down at the caller ID on his cell phone as it continued to ring in his hand. Just as it finished ringing and went to voice mail, Sara entered the room. She was dressed in a faded yellow terry cloth robe and was rubbing a towel against the wet lockets of her hair. She as just had a shower. She smiled at him when he looked up from the display of his cell phone and on her. Grissom then continued to stare at the back of her, as she took a seat in front of the vanity. Putting the towel to the side, she reached out for the hair brush and began to untangle her locks from one another.

As his blue eyes continued to watch her, he couldn't help but think about what was in store next for them. They had not discussed the future and what it had in store for them as a couple. They had not touched on anything like that and just enjoyed being with each once again over the week. Not wanting to think about anything.

Sara then met his eye through the reflection in the mirror and grinned at him once again. "What are you looking at?" she asked as she placed the brush down and glanced over her shoulder at him.

Grissom replied nothing, his blue eyes piercing into her brown ones.

"Oh really!?!" she asked raising her eyebrows seductively at him. Sara rose to her feet and slowly began to undo the knot of her robe. "I think you were looking at this..." her voice trailed off as the robe dropped to the floor; flooding around her feet, revealing her nakedness. Grissom couldn't help but let his eyes roam slowly up and down her body, taking in the sight of her. "God your beautiful!" he breathed, his eyes falling back onto her face. They were dark with desire.

Sara smiled a sultry smile at this, "You are too," she replied back as she took a step towards the bed and slowly straddled him. She then leaned her faces down towards his. She was so close to himthat she could feel his breath on her neck. With that their eyes met and lips crashed together with passion. Grissom caressed the side of her face and chin, moving the pads of his fingers softly up and down the line of her jaw. Sara's hands ran themselves through his wavy locks, clasping the slight curls at the back of his neck. As they continued to kiss fiercely at each other ran his hand down her bare neck, while the other was wrapped around her waist.

Sara had unbuttoned Grissom's shirt and removed it from his body as she leaned down and trailed little kisses down his bare chest. After a moment had passed, Sara looked up and clasped her lips once again to his.

Kissing her quickly on the lips, he began to nibble down the exposed line of her neck and down to her bare breasts, where Grissom's hands rested, cupping them. Removing one of his hands, he latched on to her nipple with his mouth, gently biting down on it.

Sara responded to this by letting out a soft cry of pleasure and pain mixed together and digging her nails into Grissom's shoulders. He glanced up at her face at for a second before repeating the same movement to her other nipple. He continued to do this until the pinkness of them where red, rare and hard, like peaks of mountains.

"Okay, it's your turn buddy," spoke Sara in a low sassy voice, a wicked smile appearing on her face, as her hands travels down the soft fussy hair of Grissom's chest and gave his nipples a hard pinch.

She then began to undo his belt and fly of his jeans, pushing them down his hips and thighs, releasing his hard cock. "Hello My friend," whispered Sara, leaning her head down and kissing the sensitive head of it. Grissom responded to this with a deep grunt from the back of his throat. Just as they met each other's eye and slowly found each other again with their lips.

A few hours later, after making love they had fallen into a sombre sleep before being awoken by the ringing of Grissom's cell phone. Grissom groaned in annoyance as he stared up at the ceiling of the bedroom, not making a move to answer it.

Sara perched her self up onto her elbow and stared from Grissom to the phone and back. "Aren't you going to get that?" she asked.

"No," replied Grissom, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand. His blue eyes then met the deep concern looking ones of Sara. She knew who was calling and why he was avoiding them. He hadn't told her of the earlier phone calls but nothing got by Sara Sidle. Sara's gaze linger on him for a second longer before she rested her cheek against his chest once again; smuggling up to him. They waited for the ringing to stop before getting out of bed and getting dressed. It was still light outside and decided to go for a walk before it got to dark out.

Returning back to townhouse after their long walk with Hank, they found themselves once again smuggled up on the bed; enjoying the peacefulness of the silence. Hank rested on the foot of the bed, his brown eyes staring over at his owners. At the sound of Grissom's phone going off again, he began to bark.

"Sshh Hank," whispered Sara, reaching out and patting the dog. Trying to get him to calm down. She then leaned over and looked at the phone ringing.

"It's the lab again," she pointed out. "Do you want to get it?"

"No," huffed Grissom, not bothering to look at Sara. He just continued to stare at the ceiling. He was tired and didn't know what he wanted really.

Sara then trailed her eyes down his face towards his hand, which rested on his stomach. She took one in her hand and exaimed his fingers; gently rubbing the knuckle of one. "Maybe we should go away for a while?" she suggested after a moment of silence had passed.

"I can't," replied Grissom sadly. "We are so short." His blue eyes then looked over at Sara, "Why don't you stay?"

She just shook her head from side to side, "I can't." she whispered. "I can't stay here." She then glanced over at Grissom and met his eye before leaning back down and resting her cheek against his chest; going back to that familiar place.

And that is what she did, she left. After returning back home from the lab, Grissom found the house empty. He knew that she had gone once again from his life, leaving him behind.

The End!

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