A/N (Recap): When I posted on Friday, Grissom had just told her that he'd made a cast molding of....himself and would never forget her reaction...

Sara dropped her glass in shock.

"Are you ok?" Grissom asked.

"I need to show you something at home next time we're there."

"What is it?"

"Do you remember what Ecklie asked me shortly before I left his office?"

"No."

"He asked me if I still had the prop that I used in the pictures."

"Ok, I remember now. Do you still have it?"

"Yes, it's the Stinger." This time, Grissom dropped his glass.

"You should be proud. That thing cost me fifty dollars and I bought it shortly before those pictures were taken."

"You're impressed?" He was definitely feeling the stroke to his ego.

"Oh yeah; want to see mine? It's navy blue."

"There are different colors?" He was surprised.

"More than that; there are a lot of options. Mine has an attachable suction cup on the base for hands free use. I can enjoy myself and exercise at the same time." Neither one of them could believe they were having this discussion in the middle of the desert.

"This is an intensely personal question and if you don't want to answer it, I'll understand. How often do you engage?"

"Often enough; does it bother you that I have one?" she asked.

"I'm flattered actually." Sara smiled and locked eyes with him. The moment turned very serious very quick.

"May I kiss you?"

"Only if you promise not to shut me out again." she whispered.

"I promise."

"Ok, then." Grissom cupped her cheek with one hand and began to lean in. He was six inches away from her lips when car lights flashed in their direction and ruined the moment. The next thing they knew, the car was backing up.

"Gil? Sara? Is that you?" They sighed when they recognized the voice as Jim Brass.

"If we say no, will you leave us alone?" Grissom answered and Sara smiled.

"Funny, Gil. What are you doing way out here?"

"Escaping from all of you."

"That hurt; I backed up because I thought I was going to bust a couple of kids." Brass said.

"Sorry to disappoint you. Do you mind, we were in the middle of a conversation."

"Yes, out here, I can see why you would need to be so close to talk to her. I'm sure she couldn't hear you over all the extra noise." Brass bit off sarcastically.

"Brass?" Sara called him.

"Yes, Sara?"

"Take a hike." she ordered.

"Oh, well, I see when I'm not wanted. Don't forget to use a condom and have fun!" Brass shouted and drove off before either one of them could reply. Gil and Sara were thankful it was dark enough the hide the blush his comment caused. Gil turned to Sara after the noise of the tires faded away.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault that they are immature."

"Would you like me to take you home or we can go to my place for a bit." She smiled.

"Do you usually invite dates back to your place?" She asked.

"You're the first; in a lot of ways." He confessed and rose to his feet. He reached his hands out to help Sara to her feet and together they started cleaning up.

"How so?"

"This is the first date I've had where my friends felt the need to spy on me and interrupted. I haven't been called into work and I genuinely enjoy the company."

"That last one is important." she said quietly.

"It's the most important. Thank you for being so patient with me." He had stopped to take her hands and look in her eyes. It was important to him that she knew he meant every word.

"So far, it has been worth the wait." He smiled and opened the car door for her.

"So, where to?" he asked upon putting his seat belt on.

"Your place." Grissom nodded and put the car in drive. Roughly halfway there, he reached out to hold her hand. Sara glanced at him and their hands before allowing a small smile to grace her face.

At his place, Grissom began to get nervous. Here, there would be no interruptions.

"Gil, where's the restroom?" Sara asked to break the tension she felt coming from him.

"I think you remember." he said with a smile that she returned.

"I'll be right back."

"Would you like a drink?" he called after her.

"Anything is fine." she answered back. He set out to pour them both a glass of wine. He downed his first glass immediately and refilled it before pouring one for Sara. He was wondering where she was.

"Sara?"

"In here!" He started walking in the same direction she had.

"Are you ok?"

"Yes." She wasn't in the bathroom, so he kept going. He found her in his room, coming out of his closet. He was stunned into silence; not by where she was, but because she was in nothing but one of his dress shirts. Sara had enough sense to button most of the shirt. She walked up to him and took the two glasses out of his hand. She sipped from one of the glasses and then set them both down. Her touch to his face brought him back to the moment.

"Kiss me."

"Huh?'

"This is called, 'getting lucky'. Kiss me." Sara took his hands and placed them on her hips. Her hands slowly traveled up his arms to meet behind his neck. He let go and backed away.

"What is it?"

"What's going on?" Grissom asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Your behavior is confusing the hell out of me."

"Can you blame me for wanting to see how serious you say you are? You've been yanking my chain since we met." Sara crossed her arms across her chest. Grissom had no trouble staying focused on her eyes.

"You have no idea how nervous I was having you here last time. Since our almost kiss, that nervousness has doubled and now I see you in nothing but my shirt."

"How about I end this; take me home." She backed up and started looking for her pants.

"Sara, just give me time." She stood from the closet entrance and slowly turned to face him.

"I have given you time. I've given you years to make a move. Your time is up. Kiss me or take me home." She delivered the ultimatum with the tone of finality she had been striving for. It worked because in the next second, Grissom crossed the room and crushed her lips to his. Sara eagerly returned his ruthless passion with patience. Once he learned that she was matching him, he slowed and began to put some emotion into his movements.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked with a smile.

"No."

"We were headed for something great out in the desert." she said.

"We were." he agreed.

"Would you like to continue?" She used one hand to toy with the top button on his polo and the other played with the curls t the base of his neck.

"I'm not sure; the context isn't the same. It doesn't feel as special like it did in the desert."

"Would you like me to get dressed again?" she asked softly.

"Only if you want to."

"You said you would show me your stash." She changed the subject.

"You really want to see it?" She just gave him a look and then he nodded. He stepped away to get it for her. Sara crawled on the bed and sat in the middle. He brought a few different types of media out to her. She picked up the video.

"Sports illustrated swimsuit video?" She questioned.

"Sometimes, it doesn't take much. I really only look at a few specific women anyway."

"Show me?" She handed him the tape. Grissom put it in the machine and pressed play. He showed her the three women he looked at; they all had brown hair and had brown eyes.

"I have that swimsuit." She commented on the last woman.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I wear it to sunbathe on the roof of my building. Mine is brown though." Grissom felt things begin to stir below the belt and he put the video away. When he looked at her, he saw the book she had picked up. She placed it in her lap after a page or two. He wondered what she was thinking. The only other items he had were two notebooks and a photograph of her from when they had first met. She reached for the picture and noticed it was attached to the notebook.

"Those two books go together." Grissom mentioned casually. He found two pages that go together and gave her both books. They described an incident he knew she would be familiar with; when she asked him to pin her down.

"Is this what you wanted or was this just a dream?" she asked after seeing the illustration to match the words.

"Both; I had to change my shorts when I woke up from that dream. Everything in these two books is about you. Excuse me for a minute." He left the room. Sara was so warm; she had to unbutton two buttons to cool off. She was fanning herself when he came back. He took the notebook with her picture on it and flipped it to the back cover. He checked off several items.

"What are you doing?" It was a natural question since he didn't offer an explanation.

"Checking off some fantasies that have come true." She crawled over and looked at the list.

"Just having me in your bed was a fantasy?"

"Not all of them are that simple; but yes." Sara took the book from his hands and tossed it behind her as she attacked his mouth. Grissom pulled her on his lap, never noticing that she was untucking his shirt. As soon as the kiss broke, she pulled it over her head. She pushed him back onto the pillows and moved his stash out of the way at the same time.

"Gil, I want you; I need you." Grissom reached up to caress her cheek.

"I love you, Sara." She smiled.

"I love you too, Gil." Her words had caused an immediate reaction in his pants and he knew that she had felt it since she was sitting right on top of that area.

"Let me help you with this." He moved to the buttons of the shirt she had raided from his closet. She wore a lacy black bra and matching thong. Sara was busy trying to free the Stinger.

"Lift." She commanded.

"Impatient much?" he asked with a smirk.

"I am so turned on right now; I'd sleep with Catherine if she were here."

"I'm glad that you're here with me then." he said softly. Sara smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.

"Make love to me." she demanded in a sensual whisper.

"As the lady wishes." he said in the same tone and ran his fingers through her hair.

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A/N: Think of the end of this chapter as foreplay…yes, the smut will 'come' in the next chapter. (the pun was intended)

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