Rated M for adult situations - kind of smutty at the end.

Chapter 2

The "way" was found just one month later. Sara called Gil, crying. "I need you so bad," she said.

That was all Gil needed to hear, from his cell phone he called Ecklie and told him he needed a few days off.

Nothing pissed of Conrad Ecklie more them Gil did. Grissom mostly got his way around the lab, his standing as the number one entomologist in the state made everyone look the other way when he broke a minor rule or two.

He went straight to her apartment. Sara was in his arms in a matter of a few hours. Sara buried her face in his chest and cried.

"Tell me," he said. Sara told him about the case she had worked.

"It is mostly my fault," she told him. "The body of a six year old girl was found," she started. "It was past obvious she had been abused. Well I went into overdrive, I decided that NOTHING was going to stop me from finding out who hurt her. All my evidence pointed to the father - who just happens to be one of San Francisco's top DA's."

Gil had an idea where this was going.

"I was told to slow down, not to confront him until I had more evidence. I asked my supervisor what more he wanted, I had DNA, I had prints and I had an eyewitness who saw the father take the girl to the park where the body was found. He told me that all that could be just coincidence, after all he was her father."

Sara was starting to get angry again. "Let me guess," Gil said. "The father was never charged."

Sara did not have to answer, the look in her eyes was enough. "I confronted him anyway," she said. "And for my troubles I got my ass chewed out, a two week suspension and told I had to apologize." "And?" he said.

"And I told him he could kiss my lily white ass cause I did not intend to apologize to the lying scumbag who abused and murdered his daughter," she said, "For that I got fired."

"What happened to the case?" he asked. "They are leaving it UNSOLVED. But it was the father, Gil. I just know it was."

Gil knew there was nothing that he could do as far as this was concerned but he did know there was something he could do for Sara.

"Come back to Vegas with me," he said. "I have a spot open on my team and I need you."

Sara smiled for the first time since he arrived there. "Need me as a criminologist?" Gil pulled her into his arms and kissed her, "That and …"

"Your second mistress?" she said smiling at him. "No," he said, "My only love."

He wanted her, but he was not sure she wanted that, not now anyway. Sara tenderly stroked his face. "Make love to me," she whispered in his ear, "I need you so."

No more words need be said, he took her hand and fallowed her to her bedroom.

They lay exhausted in each others arms. Sara was tracing a heart on his chest when she said, "I have an idea."

"That would be?" he asked her. "This," she said suddenly straddling him an sitting on his chest. She took his wrists and held them over his head as she bent forward and smothered him with kisses. His lips parted as their tongues meant.

She wiggled up a little more so that he could get to her breasts. He pulled a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking at it. He released that one and went to the next, all the while soft moans escaped from her.

Sara looked at him, "There is something I have always wanted to do, would you …" she whispered something in his ear. "Interesting," he said, "Let's do it." Sara giggled.

She knelt on the bed and grabbed the headboard for support, he wiggled himself down so that he was between her legs. He could smell the sweetness of her, hungrily he lifted his head and sucked at her love button.

Never had anything so excited him before, greedily he stuck his tongue in her opening, flicking it back and forth loving the taste of her.

He went back to her button, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

She gasped for air, her body tensed, her soft moans became screams of pleasure. Her juices were released as she climaxed, he swallowed each sweet drop of her nectar.

He slid from between her legs. She went to his throbbing manhood and pulled it into her mouth, after all he had done for her it took him almost no time to climax, she took it all in and swallowed each drop.

She went to his lips and parted them with her tongue, a part of her was still in his mouth as was a part of him in hers, their tongues danced around each other. Gil knew he had never tasted anything so sweet as the mixture of their juices.

He pulled her into his arms, she rest her head on his chest. "Feeling better?" he asked. "As if you have to ask," she said.

"We will talk about Vegas tomorrow," he said to himself. Right now all he wanted to do was enjoy her.