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This chapter I took from flashbacks from One Last Kiss but changed it a bit and added to it. Please enjoy anyways!

Picking up the Ashes
Chapter 8

Grissom and Sara were working on a case together. They were in the evidence room, analyzing evidence they had collected early at the scene. Grissom looked up from what he was doing and stared over the table towards Sara. She didn't notice Grissom's glare. She continued to work. Grissom sighed heavily. This is when Sara looked up.

"Can I help you?" she stated, clearly trying hard not to smile.

Grissom peered over his glasses, "Yes, you can. You can give me a kiss!" he stated simply. Sara mouth formed into an O shape.

"Excuse me?" asked Sara, making sure she heard Grissom right.

"I want you to give me a kiss!"

"But we're in the lab!" exclaimed Sara, still shocked by Grissom's behavior.

"So?"

"So, you want me to kiss you, right here in the lab, where anyone can walk in on us at any time. This is coming from the guy who wouldn't even look in my direction the first couple of weeks, in case someone caught on. This is coming from the guy who wouldn't even kiss me good night outside my apartment in case someone saw us. This is the same guy who wants me to kiss him?" stated Sara eyebrows raised.

"SARA!"

"What?"

"Kiss me!"

Sara glared at Grissom, did he really want a kiss or was he just playing around with her? She then sighed and walked around the table to where Grissom stood. Grissom had only been joking really. He watched her as she came around the table and he looked towards her.

"You really want a kiss, Dr. Gilbert Grissom. Then fine, you got one," Sara said.

Before Grissom could protest, Sara's mouth crashed against his. He found himself kissing her back. Before either of them knew it, Grissom had lifted Sara up, and she was now perched on top of the desk. Sara's tongue slipped through the crack of her month and into Grissom's. Grissom's tongue danced around with Sara's.

Both had totally forgotten where they were. They were in the heat of the moment.

Sara began to move her hand down his stomach and up his shirt. She let her hands feel everything, from his pecks to his love handles. Grissom now stood in between Sara's legs and he pressed his mouth hard against hers. He ran his hands through her hair, and then down her face, towards her shoulders down her arms, towards her hips. His hand slid down the sides of her waist and along her thigh.

Sara wrapped her legs around Grissom and pulled him closer. As his left hand continued to rub up and down her left thigh, his other one, was working its way up her back and trying to unhook her bra. Sara's hands continued to explore Grissom's chest.

Neither them noticed the lab door open and someone stepping in side. Brass let out a chuckle of his two coworkers' behavior. "Now THAT is what I call processing the evidence."

Sara and Grissom broke away from each other and looked towards Brass. He just stood there grinning. He clearly found this funnier than the other two, who had both turned red and looked anywhere but at Brass.

"Well, I will leave you two alone. I just wanted to tell you that we caught the guy."

At that, Brass left the room, leaving Sara and Grissom embarrassed and confused.

"Well…" began Grissom, not really knowing what to say.

"I am going to go," spoke Sara, leaving the room quickly.

"Sara!" called out Grissom after her.

Sara turned on her heel at this and stared back at Grissom.

"We'll continue this later?" he asked.

Sara grinned at this. "Of course," she spoke winking at him, before leaving.

Grissom smiled at himself. He had a hot date tonight with Sara Sidle.

Just then Catherine came into the room and burst Grissom's bubble.

"What are you so happy about?" she asked leaning against the door frame.

Grissom looked up at this, his smile fading. "Nothing," he lied shaking his head.

"Oh, come on Grissom, you were happy about something before I came in here. What was it? Did you find a bug or something?" she asked, smiling at little at her own joke.

Grissom just stared at her blankly; he didn't know how to explain himself.

"Come on Gil, tell me," she pleaded. She knew Grissom was hiding something from her and she damn well was going to find out what it was. She was a CSI after all.

"Look Cath, I don't have time to play 20 questions here. I got evidence to process. Can we talk later?" he asked, hoping to shake her off.

Catherine pondered this for a second, and then smiled. "Ok but I am holding you too that conversation!"

"Ok," replied Grissom smiling.

"And Gil," began Catherine.

"Yeah?" he asked looking up.

"Pink is not really your colour, try something darker next time," she added with a smirk before leaving the room.

Grissom just stood there with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't get what Catherine had meant and then it hit him; Sara's lip gloss was on his face.

He then roughly rubbed the traces of it off with the back of his hand and poured himself into work. Trying not to think about how he let this slip by Catherine and how much she suspected it was from Sara.

'No, no there is no way that she could think this was from Sara. Sara left way before Catherine had come in. There is no way! Catherine cannot be suspecting a thing,' thought Grissom convincing himself that Catherine did not know anything.

But what Grissom did not know was that Sara and Catherine had run into each other in the hallway.

Earlier

Sara stepped out of the room a little dazed and with a giant grin plastered all over her face.

"Hey what's up?" asked Catherine who had just approached Sara.

"Oh…hey Cath," replied Sara, nervously tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"What's with the smile?" she asked.

"Oh, I am just really happy, we caught the guy! Brass said he confessed to the whole thing."

"That's great!" spoke Catherine with a smile. "My case just went cold. We have no leads."

"Oh that sucks," added Sara nodding.

"Yeah!" sighed Catherine "By the way Sara, I love your lip gloss! It's really pretty!"

"Thanks!" replied Sara. "Well I got to go and find Brass. Excuse me."

"'Kay, see you later," called out the red head before heading into the room.

Grissom entered his two bedroom townhouse and closed the door behind him. He then kicked off his shoes and hung up his coat and keys.

Then he noticed Sara's leather jacket. "Sara must of left it here last night, I will bring it to her tomorrow," thought Grissom as he made his way towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen in opened up the fridge and reached inside for a nice cold beer. In then took out some bread and meat and made him self a sandwich. He had just come back from having breakfast with Catherine and Jim but he still found himself hungry.

Grissom then made his way over to the couch but stopped dead in his tracks, when he noticed a light was coming from his bedroom.

"That's funny, I don't remember leaving the light on," thought Grissom as he walked over to the bedroom and pushed opened the door.

Grissom just stood in the door frame, as he took in the sight in front of him.

There lay a sleeping Sara on his bed. A book was propped open beside her. She was curled up in a fetal position. She looked so peaceful; he didn't want to disturb her. So just as he took a step away from the door,

"Gil?"

"Yes cherry blossom, what is it?" asked Grissom, coming closer to the bed.

"Nothing, I was just wondering if that was you," whispered Sara back. She then closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep again.

Grissom chuckled at this.

He then put his beer and plate on the nightstand and got into bed next to Sara.

As he drank and ate, he watched Sara's chest rise and fall.

This had been their big hot date! Grissom had canceled on Sara after he explained to her the situation with Catherine and everything. He had invited Brass along with him to the diner so Catherine wouldn't interrogate him. Sara had agreed to postpone their date but she was disappointed. So she came over to Grissom's townhouse to surprise him when he came home, but had fallen asleep in the process.

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