Chapter Three

Greg walked wearily down the hallway of the lab. He had just pulled a double with a very edgy Sara Sidle. She had been upset about something the entire shift, and when it went into a second shift, she was best left alone. He walked into the locker room and heard Sara on the phone. Wanting to stay out of her way, he walked way around to the end to get to his locker on the other side from where Sara was sitting. Before he rounded the corner to his locker he stopped dead in his tracks at what he heard.

"I missed you too, baby." Sara said low and seductive.

WHAT? Did Sara have a boyfriend? Well, this was news. Greg smiled to himself. He leaned against the end of the locker row and listened.

"Well, I'm done now, but I am in desperate need of a shower."

"Yeah? Well only if you join me." She chuckled low and throaty.

Greg raised his eyebrow at that comment.

"I'm definitely a very dirty girl." She laughed.

Ok, I shouldn't be listening to this. But Greg stayed rooted to his spot. He didn't want Sara to know he had been listening.

"How bout I meet you in 20 minutes. I'll bring the wine."

"Yeah. I can't wait either."

Greg decided he shouldn't listen in anymore and snuck back around the other side. Just as he was about to make it out the door, he ran into Sara.

"Shit." Greg murmured.

"Greg? What? Were you listening to me!" Sara folded her arms across her chest.

"What? No." He hated to lie. He was a bad liar.

"Greg?" She demanded.

"Ok, I heard you." She started towards him. "WAIT! Look, Sara, I won't tell anyone ok?"

She stared at him for a moment. "I would appreciate it."

"No problem." Greg made his way to his locker. Sara stood there thinking for a moment. Did he know who was on the other end of the conversation? Or did he just know she had someone in her life?

"So, Sara. I didn't know you were seeing anyone. Is he someone I know?" He knew he was treading on thin ice with this line of questioning, but he couldn't help himself.

"So, you didn't hear who I was talking to?"

"No. Why?" He stared at her for a moment. "It IS someone I know, isn't it?"

"No, Greg."

"Oh, come on Sara Sidle. Who is it? Is it Metcalf? I know he has a thing for you. Or Nick? Is it Nick? Please tell me its not Nick.. Or HANK? Oh, god! NOT HANK?"

"Greg, Greg! No, its not Nick and its DEFINITELY not Hank and ewww on Metcalf!"

"Oh, well. You know, I have been known to keep a secret." He bounced on his heels smiling at her.

"I'm not telling you, Greg. My private life is mine alone. Got it?" She gave him a glare that he knew meant business.

"Ok, Sara. Don't worry." He closed his locker and as he passed by her, he whispered, "your secrets safe with me."

Greg left the locker room with a dorky grin on his face.

Grissom had finished his shift hours before, but Sara got stuck pulling a double. So, after a few hours of sleep, he decided to go back into the lab and work on some paperwork. After several hours of staring at forms and files, he could no longer keep his eyes open. He decided he would go home, rest and wait for Sara to get there.

Grissom had just gotten into his SUV, when Greg and Sara pulled up. He smiled. Perfect timing. He rolled down the windows and sat there in his vehicle, waiting 15 minutes to call Sara.

"Sidle."

"I missed you today. You know how hard it is to sleep without you wrapped in my arms?"

Brass saw Gil sitting in his SUV on the phone and decided to see if he wanted to go get a drink. Gil was slightly turned with his back to his open driver side window. Jim walked up from the rear of the vehicle.

"So, are you almost finished?" Brass heard him ask someone. The next sentence made him stop dead in his tracks and listen.

"Well, I bought your favorite body wash and you can use my shower."

Who was he talking to? This was new. Jim leaned against the side of the car parked next to Gil and smiled when Gil said, "Are you a really dirty girl?"

What? Who the hell was this mystery woman? This demanded an investigation.

"Well, how bout you stop by and I'll make sure I get every trace of dirt off of your body."

Well, now this was getting REALLY friendly. Sounds like it had been going on for a while.

"Sounds like a plan. I can't wait to get you out of your clothes." He chuckled low and a moment later he hung up.

"Well, I guess that's a no on drinks?" Brass laughed when Gil jumped in his seat, eyes wide.

"Jim! How long have you been standing there?" He had a guilty look on his face.

"Long enough to know you're familiar with her soap preferences." He laughed heartily, enjoying every moment of toying with Gil Grissom.

"Jim, I - uh, well, she..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"I know, Gil. You're a private kind a guy."

"Yes, my private life is my alone, and I am NOT telling you who she is."

"That's fine, Gil. I just hope she treats you right." He laughed and patted Gil on the arm as he shook his head and turned to leave. He looked back at him one more time, not being able to resist and said, "Don't forget in between her toes."

Gil thunked his head on the steering wheel and moaned.

A half hour later Sara was entering Gil's townhouse with the key he had given her. He was sitting on the sofa in his robe holding her brand of body wash. She put her bag down and walked over to him and placed a kiss on his lips.

"Mmmm. I've missed you." Gil reached up and pulled her down onto his lap. Sara laughed and then wrapped her arms around his neck and tackled his lips with her own. They sat kissing for a few minutes when Gil tore himself away from her lips.

"You definitely need a shower, Ms. Sidle."

"Thanks." She got up, pulling him with her towards the bathroom. She quickly tore off her clothing and stepped into the shower that Gil had started. He threw off his robe and picked up the body wash from the sink ledge and smiled wickedly at her.

"You know, Jim heard me talking to you about this on the phone."

"What?" Sara's eyes were wide.

"Well, he didn't KNOW it was you, but he heard me." He lathered up a washcloth and began to wash her arms.

"Mmmm, that's nice." Sara moaned.

He continued over her shoulders and down to her breasts. She smiled at him as he bent to kiss her passionately. He continued to wash his way down her body over her abdomen and across her hips, down between her legs and smiled to himself when Sara moaned approvingly. He bent down to wash her left leg, then her right and moved to her feet. He laughed.

"What?" Sara said through her passion clouded haze.

"Just something Jim said." He stood up and smiled at her.

"Should I be concerned that you are thinking about Jim Brass right now?" She smirked at him.

"No, it's something he said to me as he walked away." He kissed her again. "He said 'don't forget to wash between her toes'."

"God, Gil! Does he know it was me?"

"No, dear." He nibbled on her earlobe. "Forget about him. I'm being neglected." He smiled seductively and handed her the wash cloth.

After their shower, they donned their robes and sat together snuggling on the couch, sipping their wine. Sara put her glass on the coffee table and snuggled closer to Gil's side.

"You know, Greg heard me on th phone today too."

"What?"

"Yeah, he was sneaking around the locker room and heard me talking to you. He had no idea who it was, so he began to question me."

"Really? Why do we work with such nosey people?" Gil took the last sip of his wine and set the glass down.

"Well, we are investigators, Gil."

"Yeah, well, true." He hugged her closer. "So, what did you tell him?"

"I didn't tell him anything, but he promised he wouldn't go around telling everyone that I was seeing someone."

"Well, at least that's good news."

"Yeah, but I know Greg. He won't forget about this. I think we need to be more careful."

"Well, no one knows we were talking to each other."

"Yeah, but what if Brass and Greg talk to each other and put two and two together?"

"I don't know. I just do not see them chatting idly about co-workers."

"Well, maybe you're right." She sat up suddenly, looking him in the eyes. "Do you think we should just tell them about us?"

"What? No!" He got up and began to pace a little. "Sara, we agreed to keep this private. You know how I am about my private life."

Sara stared at him in disbelief. "Are you ashamed of me or something? Why would it be so terrible for our friends and co-workers to know? I'm not suggesting we march into Ecklie's office and make out, but if the Night crew and Jim knew, would it be so bad?"

"Sara..." Grissom rubbed his beard and plopped down next to Sara. "Sara, I am NOT ashamed of us and what we have. I just don't think now is the most opportune time when we're not even that sure of..." He stopped when he saw the look of horror and then hurt in her eyes.

"What, Gil? When we are not even what?" She shook her head in disbelief. "I don't know about you, but I am in this for the long haul. I'm not just looking to get laid. If I wanted that, there are any number of guys willing to oblige."

"Sara, now you are just being unreasonable." Gil got up and went into the kitchen. He was getting a headache. He took a couple of pain relievers and headed back to the living room. Sara was not sitting on the couch.

"Sara? Where'd you go?" He walked toward the bathroom when Sara stormed out, fully dressed, bag in hand.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow."

"Sara, wait!" He grabbed her by the arm, intending to stop her.

"Don't!" He let her go when he saw the look of anger on her face.

"Sara, please, I did not intend to make you angry. Please sit back down. Stay." He wrapped her in his arms and gently placed a kiss on her lips. "I am not ashamed of us. I just need more time before we let others in on our relationship." He kissed her again, the anger in her eyes diminishing.

"Fine." She gave a weak smile and pushed herself out of his embrace. "But I'm still upset and just need time to think. I'm going home."

"Sara. Please." He stood there in disbelief as she walked out the door, leaving him to spend another sleepless night alone.

TBC...

A/N: Don't hate me for their fight. But you will see why in the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review!! I love reviews!! Wendy.