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Picking up the Ashes
Chapter 9

The fire burned across her skin and hair; blackening it to a crisp. Sara screamed out in agony and pain and horror. As she did so, the flames continued to dance around her.

Sara's eyes then fluttered open and looked around the room. There was no fire. She was in her apartment. It had been almost 2 months, six weeks, since the fire and Sara still found her self having nightmares about it.

Sara then noticed that her pajama bottoms were wet and so was the sheet. For a moment she thought she had wet the bed but soon realized it was just sweat.

She then looked over to the left hand side of the bed, to where Grissom lay sound asleep snoring softly. He was so used to her nightmares now he barely felt her kicking and stirring. They didn't awake him any more.

Sara then rubbed her face with her hands and looked over to the nightstand where a digital clock sat. It read 2:56 in the morning. Sara softly sighed at this and rested her head against her pillow.

After a moment or two of listening to Grissom's breathing, Sara rolled on to her side and cuddle up to Grissom, spooning him. She then brought her lips up to his neck and began to kiss him. Sara continued this for a while longer. She intensified the pressure of her touch but nothing happened he still remained asleep. Sara then pointed her right foot and began to run it up and down Grissom's bare calf which was poking out from underneath the comforter, but he did not stir at this either. She let out a frustrated sigh.

She then tried one last thing before calling it quits.

Sara slowly reached over Grissom and slipped her hand underneath the comforter. She then found the waistband to his boxers. She then slid her hand in them and placed a hand over Grissom's anatomy. Grissom eyes shot open at this and looked over to Sara who was smiling. She had gotten his attention.

"What are you doing?" he asked clearly outraged.

"Nothing," replied back Sara, as she squeezed her hand that was on him. Grissom closed his eyes and let out a shuddered breath as Sara worked her fingers.

It wasn't long before he was fully aroused and hard.

"Ohh….Saraaa," moaned Grissom.

"You like that, don't you!" teased Sara as she continued to touch him, running her fingers along his shaft.

Grissom just nodded his head at this, eyes still closed.

A few moments later, Sara released her hand from his boxers and rested it on his chest. Grissom then pulled Sara on top of him, kissing her passionately on the lips. They then began to tear at each other's clothes. They wanted each other badly now.

It wasn't much longer until they were both under the covers completely naked. Grissom then began to attack Sara's neck, running deep kisses along it. He rolled on top of her and began to kiss her whole body. His hands and mouth caressed her breasts. He nibbled and licked every inch of her flesh. Grissom then slid his finger into her, slowly at first then quicken his past. Sara arched her back at this and let out a choked moan. As he did all this, he buried his face into her breasts, capturing a hard nipple in his mouth.

Soon their mouths found their way back to each other and kissed with delight.

A moment or two later, Grissom entered Sara, thrusting inside her. A series of moans and gasps of pleasure was emitted from both of them. They then soon both reached their climax and departed from one another.

Grissom kissed Sara softly and sweetly on the lips as he came out of her.

They snuggled up with one another, Sara's head resting on Grissom bare chest and her arms swung over his stomach. Grissom's arms were wrapped around Sara's waist, holding her tight.

"Thank you," whispered Sara as she drifted off to sleep.

"No, thank you," replied back Grissom kissing the nape of her neck.

Warrick stroked his hand lightly up and down his wife's forearm, watching her sleep. Tina was sleeping peacefully, her head resting against his chest and with her hands tucked under her chin.

Warrick gazed over at his alarm clock which was ticking away on the nightstand, it read 3:00 in the morning. Earlier on, he and Tina had made love to each other but Warrick had not been 100 percent into it. During the whole thing, he thought of Catherine and how he had wished it was her that was lying underneath him instead of his wife.

Warrick knew that he shouldn't be thinking about other women but he couldn't help it. Catherine still occupied a large portion of his heart.

As he lay there with Tina in his arms, his mind began to wander on what it would be like to make love to Catherine. Was she a tender and sweet lover like Tina or did she like it rough? He wondered to himself and more.

As he glanced over at the clock once more which read 3:07, he began to wonder what Catherine was up to right now. Was she sleeping? Was she with someone? Or was she at work?

Catherine slipped on a white lab coat as she entered the room and made her way over to the table. She then tied her shoulder length red hair up into a pony tail and began to get to work on processing her evidence.

It had been a long shift so far, since Grissom, Warrick and Sara all had the night off. Leaving only her, Nick and Greg left. They all had to go solo, which meant twice the work load for Catherine.

As she leaned over the table, she glanced up at the clock on the wall before starting to work; it read 3:10 in the morning. Only about three more hours until she could go home to Lindsey and her bed.

The next time Catherine looked up from her work, it was 6:04, and shift had just ended. She then stood up and rubbed her lower back. It was sore from leaning over the evidence table. She then glanced down at the work she had gotten done, she had gotten through 7 of the 10 evidence bags that she had collected from her scene. Just as she reached over and grabbed a new bag, Greg appeared in the door way.

"Hey Cath," greeted the young CSI. "Shift just ended and Nick and I were heading over to Frank's for breakfast. Wanna come?"

Catherine looked up at Greg and then up at the clock and then back to her evidence, "Um…" began Catherine wondering if she should take a break or keep on working.

"Yeah sure I'll come. Just let me clean up here," she replied smiling up at Greg.

"No problem," answered back Greg. "We'll just be outside waiting!"

"Okay," nodded Catherine.

With that Greg left the room and Catherine began to clean up. She placed her evidence back into the evidence locker, leaving it for another time.

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