Chapter 19

It has been two weeks since the shooting in the desert. Nick's leg was on the mend, he started back to work but because he had to be on crutches he is confined to the lab. Greg's cast came off after only a week, he is in the field with a brace on his wrist. Sara's injuries were on the mend, as the doctors had said they were superficial.

Sara had seen the doctor and gave him all the right answers so she was declared fit to work. But there was something bothering her, something she really needed to talk about. Every night her nightmare came back, every night her cries woke Gil. Maybe, just maybe she was wrong not to talk to him.

She told Gil that she wanted a night alone and asked him to drop Amelia off at Betty's. Sara had already sent a text to Betty and asked her if she would mind keeping Amelia overnight. Of course she said she would.

By time Gil had returned form his mothers place Sara was already home. Gil walked in the door.

"In here," Sara called from the living room.

Gil told her he was going to grab a drink and be right with her.

Gil walked in the living room. Handed Sara her glass and sat across form her in the recliner, he knew she was ready to talk.

"I guess I should have done this two weeks ago," Sara started.

Gil reached over and touched her hand, "I knew you would talk when you were ready."

Sara chuckled, "You know for just a minute I thought that the way I was acting may drive you away."

"That, my love, will never happen," he said.

Sara sipped her tea, gathered her thoughts and let out a slow breath.

"You know that was not the first time I have been shot at," she started.

Gil had decided to just listen so all he did was nod in agreement.

"Over the years I have been shot at and even shot," she said, "It never really bothered me, I mean it's not like I was looking to be shot at but I just brushed it off. This last time, it scared me. I could hear the bullet as it whizzed past my ear, for just a second I froze. I could swear it had my name on it. I could see it hitting me in the head and killing me."

Gil reached and took her hand. He could see the fear in her eyes, hear it in her voice, "Tell me about the dream."

Tears were starting to form in Sara's eyes, "I'm in the desert and from out of no where a bullet comes flying at me. I run, just as fast as I can, and it follows me. I think I have outran it so I stop to catch my breath then I hear something calling my name, I look up and see the bullet - staring me in the face. It says 'Caught ya' then it hits me right between the eyes. Then I'm laying in a casket - still covered in blood and Amelia walks up to me crying. I sit up and look at her and she says 'Mommy why did you leave me? Did you stop loving me?''

By now Sara is crying, Gil moves from the recliner to her side and cradles her in his arms. Not knowing what to say he just holds her.

"I'm not sure if I can keep doing this," Sara is finally able to say, "I know I can still contribute a lot to the team but each time Catherine hands me an assignment I get a sick feeling. Twice I have even had to go to the bathroom because I thought I was going to vomit."

Gil gently wiped the tears from her cheek, "What do you want to do? You know I will support you no matter what."

"Leave the field," she said, "Work in the lab."

"For good?" he asked.

"I don't know but at least for now," Sara said.

"Then talk to Catherine," Gil said, "Tell her just what you have told me."

"I will," Sara said.

Then she smiled. There was something else she had not wanted to do for the last two weeks but now she was feeling a need. Maybe it was because she finally got everything out, she didn't know why nor did she care. She wanted her husband to make love to her.

Sara smiled, took his hand and stood, "I have been neglecting one of my wifely duties. It is time I took care of that."

Gil just smiled and followed her to the bedroom.

Sara pulled off her top, Gil removed his shirt them pulled her close to him. As their lips came together her hands moved up and down his back.

Seeing no need to go to fast, Gil worked slowly. He gently placed a hand behind Sara's back and unclipped her bra, then slipped it off her shoulders lovingly. Gil eased her to the bed, gently laying her down.

Gil's fingers tingled, sensing already the sensation of touching her. He placed a finger on Sara's left breast, making slow circles around her nipple that hardened the closer he got to it. He touched it, and she gasped.

"More," she pleaded.

Gil then took her nipple into his mouth. Sara sighed, letting everything leave her mind, wanting to feel this, and only this.

Savoring her taste, Gil swirled his tongue all around the nipple.

"Mmm," Sara mumbled, wriggling beneath him.

With his other hand, Gil began massaging the other breast. He took his mouth from Sara's nipple and placed both hands on her breasts, fondling them gently, lovingly.

Releasing her breasts, Gil made a trail of kisses down her stomach, to the waist of her jeans. Skillfully, he unbutton and un-zipper the top of Sara's jeans. She started breathing more quickly, sensing what was to come.

Gil began to slide her pants down her legs. Sara helped to kick them and the covers off.

Sara's jeans landed silently on the carpet beside the bed, with his landing on top of hers. Only one piece of clothing still remained, silky black panties.

Gil's fingers glided beneath the material at the waist, and slowly, seductively, he slid them off her body. Down past her smooth, silky legs, over her feet.

"You are so beautiful that you take my breath away," he whispered.

Carefully, he brought a finger to Sara's nub. He circled it with his thumb, then leaned down to suck on it. Sara covered her mouth to keep from crying out at the pleasure.

Moving his tongue from her nub to her canal, Gil tasted her juices. Gil lips once more found her nub as slowly his finger entered her.

His manhood was so hard, he didn't know how long he'd be able to last. But this was for Sara.

Gil began slowly pumping his finger in and out of Sara's canal, he inserted a second finger. Sara crushed her head back into the pillow, lost in ecstasy. He could feel Sara's inner muscles starting to clench around his fingers. She moaned, and closed her eyes, tight, clenching her fists around the bed sheet. A few more pumps, and she was lost in ecstasy. She called his name as she came, her body shuddering.

Gil pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, licking off her juices, tasting her.

Gil eased himself above her, parting her legs with his knees. Inch by inch he entered her, her canal still trembling from her climax seemed to pull him in. As he moved in and out of her they found that perfect rhythm. Words of love and tender kisses and caresses were exchanged. Gil called her name, pushed himself deep inside her and released himself.

Gil rolled from her, and tightly wrapped his arms around her body. Secure in his embrace, she closed her eyes, and let everything in her mind wash away. Tonight she would sleep - the deep undisturbed sleep that comes from pure contentment.