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Sara was fuming. How could he just go off like that. He doesn't love me, he is just using me to satisfy his urges until he can get to that slut. She made up her mind, she was going to pay Miss Kessler a visit. Yes she thought that should give Gil a shock. She grabbed her keys, not even thinking about bringing her coat and sped out to her car. She saw Grissom's car just disappearing from view. Sara followed Grissom, far enough to prevent him from recognizing her car yet close enough as to not get lost.
About five minutes into the drive the skies opened up, releasing a downpour of rain in the cold Vegas night. After following Grissom for another fifteen minutes, Sara saw him pull into a long driveway. He parked in the parking lot which was about a two minute walk from the house itself. Sara waited for Grissom to enter the house. What she saw made both her heart break and made her want to kill her lover; she saw Grissom and Heather embracing. The door shut with Grissom inside. Sara waited about five minutes before parking and exiting her car. "SHIT." Her favorite blue, short sleeve blouse and comfy but form fitting jeans were drenched; her hair was plastered to her face and she was ready to cry. She trudged up to the door and pounded on the wood. The door opened up revealing Lady Heather standing there looking seductive and warm.
"How may I help you?"
"Sara Sidle, Las Vegas Crime Lab. I would like to ask you a few questions pertaining to recent murders."
"You must have gotten the wrong instructions, I already have a CSI here."
Sara was soaked to the bone and was beyond irate. She lost a little bit of her barely restrained temper.
"Can I at least come in before I get hypothermia?" Her tone was not pleading, it was the tone of a woman scorned.
Lady Heather shrugged and stepped aside, allowing Sara to pass.
Sara gave the room a cursory glance before saying, "I thought you said there was another CSI here?"
All Heather said was "there is."
After a few tense seconds Lady Heather spoke saying, "Take a seat, would you like some tea?"
Tea sounded tempting to Sara's frozen body, No, she thought, I will not let this bitch seduce me with her charms.
"No thank you."
Lady Heather sat down across from Sara.
"You are angry, what is going on in your life that angers you so?"
"We are not here to talk about me." Snarled Sara
"You said you had a few questions, I am willing to answer whatever you like as long as I find it to be a reasonable question."
Because, of course, she is a reasonable woman. All reasonable women like to chain people down and whip them for sexual gratification.
Sara tried not to sneer at her thought and she succeeded, almost.
"I get a feeling that you don't like me much Sara. I may call you Sara right?"
Sara shrugged; "Whatever floats your boat."
Just then Grissom came bounding down from, presumably, a bedroom area, a smile on his face and excitement in his eyes.
"Heather that is so awesome, do you think I can come and use it again some time?"
"Of course Gil."
"Wow Grissom, sounds like you are having fun on company time, maybe I should go find myself a whore too."
Grissom spun around, his blue eyes wide with shock.
"Sara? What are you doing here? I didn't ask you to do the interview."
He doesn't care about me, here I am soaking wet and all he can say is 'what are you doing here?' I hate him, I hate her.
Sara suddenly stood up, all restraint gone; she swung at Lady Heather lightly grazing her cheek. Heather gently shoved Sara back, but Sara was not one to give up, she lunged only to be grabbed by Grissom on the arm. The sudden change in direction caused her ankle to twist, she fell down to the ground with a gasp.
"What the hell Sara!"
Sara didn't respond, she just sat on the floor sobbing.
Grissom looked up, "Heather are you okay? I don't know what came over her, she is not normally like that, I am really sorry."
"Gil I am fine."
"Sara, get over hear NOW." Grissom said using a tone harsher than he had ever used with Sara.
Sara automatically attempted to stand only to fall back down with a cry as she clutched her right ankle. She was shaking, shaking from the wet clothes that she wore, shaking from anger not at Grissom or Heather but at herself, shaking from the pain that throbbed in her leg and heart, shaking from fear of losing Grissom, sobs ravaged through Sara's body.
"Gil" Heather said softly, "let's put her on the couch so we can elevate her leg."
Grissom nodded at Heather and picked Sara, who was incredibly light, up and gently placed her on the soft leather couch. He then placed three pillows under her right ankle looking at the swollen appendage.
"Heather can you get some ice?"
Heather nodded and left to acquire the desired goods. She returned quickly and handed the ice pack to Grissom who gently applied it to Sara's ankle. At this point Sara was to embarrassed to look at anybody.
Grissom looked at Sara before returning his gaze to Heather.
"Can I talk to you?"
Heather nodded and motioned for him to follow her to the kitchen.
"Heather are you going to press charges against Sara?"
"No Gil I am not, but I do want to know what her outburst was about."
"Well I am not positive but I am guessing that she thought I was sleeping with you."
Heather looked at Grissom curiously.
"Heather she is my girlfriend, we live together."
A look of understanding passed across Heather's face.
"Listen, I don't know why she attacked you but she is not normally like that."
"I think I might know."
With that Heather walked back into the room where Sara was lying.
Heather kneeled next to Sara.
"Sara, Sara can you look at me, I want to ask you something?"
Sara reluctantly turned.
"Sara could you be pregnant?"
Sara's eyes widened.
I can't be. Could I be? No, we always used protection, wait. Oh God. Oh shit that could be why I am late. Gil will definitely hate me now.
Sara's eyes were filled with fear as she responded; "yes, I guess I could be."
Heather's expression softened; "no wonder you flipped out, the hormones are a bitch."
Heather stepped back and Sara's eyes seeked Grissom's.
"Gil."
Grissom walked up to her.
"Gil I am so sorry."
"Sara honey, what is it."
"I think I'm pregnant."
Sara turned away, afraid to see the disappointment and disgust in Grissom's eyes.
"Sara," he said after he got over the shock of the news, "honey look at me."
Sara obeyed and was shocked to see no hate or disgust but rather love and, perhaps, excitement in Grissom's eyes.
"Honey" Grissom stopped speaking and looked down at Sara.
Suddenly he leaned down and kissed her slightly parted lips, his eyes were glistening with tears but they were not tears of sadness, but rather of joy.
"I'm going to look at your leg okay?"
Sara nodded and Grissom scooted down and removed the icepack.
After gently poking and prodding he sat up.
"It's just a minor twist, you'll be fine."
Sara sighed and closed her eyes.
Grissom's demeanor quickly turned professional.
"Heather, can I ask you the questions about the case now?"
"Of course."
"We have phone records showing three, now deceased women, all made phone calls to your number. Their names are Susan Ryan, Sherry White, and Julie Smith."
"Ahh yes, they all called me inquiring about BSDM, at which point I referred them to Robert Lober, an old acquaintance of mine."
"Do you think you can give Mr. Lober's contact information to me?"
"Sure"
After the information was exchanged Grissom called Catherine to ask her and Nick to come and pick up Sara's car. Catherine was both amused and annoyed at the whole incident.
"Heather I would like to thank you for your patience and understanding, but I believe I need to get Sara home now."
Heather smiled and just nodded.
"Sara," she said, "call me if you need anything, Gil has my number."
Grissom carefully lifted his lover into his arms and carried her out to his car; luckily the rain had ceased allowing Grissom to, rather easily, maneuver to his car. Grissom immediately drove to the lab and gave Ecklie a quick summary of what had taken place before he went to his office, fed his insects, and grabbed his jacket. After making a quick stop in the locker room, Grissom returned to the car.
Back at Grissom's townhouse
Grissom gently placed Sara on their bed and went to the kitchen to get her some advil for her ankle. After giving her the medicine he turned to leave the room.
"Where are you going?" came Sara's hesitant voice.
"I will be right back honey."
Grissom entered the bathroom and started Sara a bubble bath.
When Grissom reentered the bedroom he couldn't help but smile.
Sara might be having my baby, she would make such a good mother. I can't believe I didn't notice the changes, this whole incident was my fault. I guess I will just have to make it up to her.
He smiled again at the last prospect.
"Honey let's get you out of those clothes and get you into a nice warm bubble bath."
After helping divest Sara of her clothes, Grissom once again picked her up and he carried her to the bathroom. As he placed her into the tub, she moaned in pleasure causing Grissom's pants to become a little tight.
After shampooing Sara's hair, Grissom leaned in and kissed her hard. This caused her to moan again and illicited the same result as her previous moan from Grissom.
"Honey," Grissom whispered in her ear, "let me show you how sorry I am for being a total jackass."
With that Grissom carried Sara to the bedroom, divested his clothes and made love to her until she knew that she definitely couldn't walk even if her ankle was okay.
Okay the ending sucked, I obviously can't write smut. So what do you think of the story so far. Please review, I can't write without them, they are my sustenance!