Chapter 12

"Well," Sara said, "Square two really."

Jim looked at her, "What?"

"At least we have the gun and we know where Mr. Kenyon got it from."

"Off to LUCK'S PAWN SHOP," Jim said. Sara grinned and followed Brass to the store.

After dancing around with the pawn shop owner and laying down a few threats Jim and Sara found out that the gun was bought from a WLVU senior named Keith Myers.

"Looks we are going to school," Sara said.

"Yep," Jim said.

It took them almost an hour to chase down Myers but they finally did. Keith said that he won the gun in a poker game but because he didn't believe in them he sold it to the pawn shop.

"Who did you get the gun from?" Sara asked.

"I'm not sure I want to get anyone into trouble," Keith said.

"The gun is connected to a homicide," Jim said, "So tell."

"Bruce Miller," Myers said.

"And we can find him where?" Sara asked.

"He got picked up on a drug charge yesterday," Myers told them.

"You fill Grissom in," Jim said to Sara, "And I'll go pay Mr. Miller a visit."

Sara walked into Gil's office. "We have been playing "chase the gun," Sara said. She then told him how it had been traced from Kenyon to Lucky Pawn to Myers and now to Miller.

Gil shook his head, "You could be chasing that gun till hell freezes over and still not get any closer to Sandra's killer."

"Then hell better get cold fast," Sara said, looking at her phone, "Because we are not giving up. Gotta go."

"Sara," Gil said.

"I know," she said, "Be careful."

Gil smiled, "Well that too. I was going to say thank you."

Sara smiled and blew him a kiss, "Can we spend the night at the house again?"

"Would love to," Gil said.

Sara found Jim in the parking lot. "Miller got it from a junky called Rat," Jim said, "I know the fella, wanta ride with me?"

Sara laughed, "May as well save the state of Nevada some money."

Rat was the street name of a junky named Sullivan, they called him Rat because he kept his junk in a rats nest hoping the rats would keep everyone else away. Jim cornered Rat in an alley.

"Got no drugs," Rat said.

"Don't care about drugs," Jim said, "I care about guns."

"Ain't got no guns either," Rat said.

"But you did," Sara said, "You had one and traded it to Bruce Miller."

"Yea, Slippery B took the gun and gave me some good smack," Rat told them.

"Where did you get the gun from?" Jim wanted to know.

"Gonna cost ya," Rat said.

Sara reached in her pocket and pulled out a fifty, Rat reached for it.

"Where?" she said.

"Stoled it," Rat said, "From Mickey Mouse."

Sara started to put the money back in her pocket, Jim took her hand. "Mickey Mouse is the street name for Michelson, the owner of MICKEYS BAR AND GRILL."

Sara handed Rat the money, "If your lying to me I'm coming back here and shoot all your rats."

At the bar Michelson told them that some time ago his bar was broken into and several things were taken including the gum.

"And you didn't report this why?" Jim asked.

"I got the gun off some fella, he was thirsty so he traded me the gun for a bottle."

"Does "some fella" have a name?" Sara asked.

"Yea, but I don't know it. All I know is that he shoots pool over at CHARLIE'S, he's a tall fella - six foot or better and has a nasty scar on his face," Michelson told them.

A trip to CHARLIE'S turned up a name, the tall fella was Dan Logan. Logan said he got the gun from a buddy of his. "Pete's old man died when he was a kid and his uncle raised him, the uncle owned the gun," Dan said, "He gave it to Pete when he moved here. Pete's new old lady don't like guns so he gave it to me."

"Where can we find him?" Jim asked.

"Pete's uncle got sick so he went back home," Logan said.

"Home?" Jim asked.

"Yea, Ottawa Canada," Logan said.

"What's Pete's uncle's name?" Sara asked.

"Jay Carson," Logan said.

"Tell Grissom," Jim said, "I have a few phone calls to make."

Sara found Gil in one of the layout rooms going over some evidence from a different case. "I think I know where Carson disappeared to," Sara said.

"Where?" Gil asked.

"Canada," Sara said. Sara told Gil everything she and Jim had found out about the gun. "Jim is making a few calls," Sara said, handing her his phone, "Call Henry, them lets go home."

Gil took the phone, Sara kissed his cheek and left him alone.

An hour latter Gil and Sara were sitting on the porch steps of their new home Sara leaned her head against Gil's shoulder. "You ok?" Sara asked.

"I will be," Gil said, "Let's get some sleep. There is nothing we can do until Jim hears from Canada."

Sara stood and walked into the living room where the blankets and pillows were still on the floor. Smiling she said, "We really need to get some furniture."

"Guess we should add that to our list of things to do," Gil said with a half smile.

"The floor will be fine for now," Sara said, undressing.

Gil stood and watched as Sara removed her clothing, there was nothing special or seductive about the way Sara undressed but Gil had never seen anything so erotic. Sara reached for her sleeping shirt, Gil touched her hand. "Please don't," he whispered.

Sara smiled and started to unbutton his shirt. Considering all he had been through that day Sara was not sure if Gil wanted to make love or not, but the look in his eyes told her all she needed to know.

Sara slowly removed his shirt then she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers letting them fall to the floor. Sara ran her hands all over his body in light teasing touches.

Dropping to her knees Sara pulled the head of Gil's manhood into her mouth and sucked at it as one hand pumped his shaft and the other worked his balls. Slowly she licked down his shaft to his balls and back up before enclosing him completely.

Sara continued to stroke and suck him, Gil watched her hands and mouth work him. Just seeing her loving him that way, seeing her enjoying touching him, almost sent him over the edge.

Gil was close to release, he gently eased her head away, "I want to feel you," he whispered.

Sara moved to the blanket, Gil opened her legs and positioned himself between then, "I need you," he said.

Sara knew what he meant, most of the time their love making was slow and gentle but there were times when, one or the other of them just needed it - fast and hard and Sara knew that was what Gil needed.

Sara caressed his face and lay on her back her legs in the air and bent at the knees. Gil entered her from a kneeling position, he leaned closer so that his body was pressing into Sara's legs.

Gil was slamming into her, hard and fast, Sara was moaning loudly begging for more.

Sara could feel him, fell his manhood as it rubbed against the million of nerve endings inside her. She begins to quiver as her release drew near.

Pumping as fast and as hard as he could Gil is concentrating on nothing but the feeling of his release as he explodes deep within Sara, the rubbing action of his manhood against her spot and the erotic noises Gil was making brought Sara to her release at precisely the same time.

Gil rolled from her and held her as their bodies trembled with the waves of ecstasy. Finally able to breath Gil whispered, "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you?"

Sara kissed his chest, "No, I'm fine."

Sara knew her back would hurt a little in the morning but that did not matter, what mattered was Gil and what he needed.