Author's note: I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!
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You are the Woman that I've Always Dreamed Of…
CHAPTER 7:
He opened the door and entered the house. Grissom proceeded to open all the windows and air the place out, and then placed the groceries in the fridge and cupboards. He took the fresh linens to the bedroom and made the bed.
He put the fresh roses in a vase and placed them beside the bed and looked around. Everything appeared to be in place.
He locked the door and headed back to the townhouse.
"Sanders," Greg answered his phone.
"Its Grissom," he said, "Is the press gone?"
"Yes, they are gone," replied Greg, "and Sara has only been up long enough to take her medicine and went right back to sleep."
"Great job!" Grissom commended him for keeping things so well under control. "I will be there in about 15 minutes."
"OK see you then," replied Greg and they hung up.
Greg heard noise come from the bedroom and got up to see what was happening. It was Sara. She appeared to be having a bad dream. Greg pulled a chair up beside the bed and sat down next to his friend. "Sara," he said quietly, "I'm right here with you!" as he stroked her hair.
"Gil?" she asked.
"No sweetie, it's Greggo! Gil will be here soon!" he said.
"Soon?" she asked, and then drifted back to sleep.
He smiled. "Gil" he said. Who else cause the bugman by his first name? Well LOL he thought to himself. This must be real!
Greg stayed beside her until Grissom arrived back at the townhouse.
"Thanks Greg, I really appreciate you doing this for me," Grissom said sincerely. "But now, I'm going to ask you to leave and not tell anyone what you know."
"Anything for Sara," Greg replied. "Just please have her call me when she is coherent so I know she's ok."
"I promise," Grissom replied. Then out of nowhere, Grissom added, "Greg, she's very lucky to have friends like you… we are very lucky to have friends like you!"
Greg, taken aback by this honesty from his boss, simply replied, "No problem Bugman, but don't hurt her again ok?" Then slipped out the back door.
Grissom looked in the mirror. He saw his reflection, looking older and more tired than he had in months. But he was driven to make sure that Sara was able to make a full recovery.
Puzzled, the thought popped into his mind that he had heard the same statement too many times today. "Don't hurt her any more!" Brass, Catherine, even Greg. Why do these people keep telling me not to hurt her any more? Have I been that stupid?
I guess I have.
But I'm going to end all of that now.
He quickly packed his duffle and threw in his toothbrush, toothpaste and razor. He also tossed in his swimsuit, just in case he could get the Jacuzzi going.
He threw the few items into the back of the Denali and went back to get Sara. He gently picked her up, wrapped in the cozy blanket, and carried her to the car. "Your carriage, milady" he said as he deposited her on the front seat, fastening her seatbelt carefully around her waist.
He ran back up to the townhouse, grabbed her medicines and quickly exited, locking the door and setting the alarm behind him.
He checked to make sure no one was following him, and headed out to Jacob's house.
He smiled as a most pleasant thought crossed his mind. If he was very lucky, it could now be Sara's house. That just sounded right.
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Sara was beginning to come to as Grissom drove the Denali onto the unpaved driveway and pushed the code to open the gate.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"At my other house," he replied.
"Huh?" she replied, thinking she was still asleep and dreaming.
"This house belonged to a dear friend, a mentor, who died several years ago. He had no family, and when he became sick, he transferred the title to me."
"Wow," she said. "That's a nice gift!"
"I never intended to keep it," Grissom continued, "Rather I was going to transfer it back to him when he got better. But he never did."
"That's sad." She replied. "Did I know him?"
"No," Grissom replied, "But he knew of you! He kept telling me to go for it, but I clearly didn't listen to him either."
"It ok," she said quietly, "You have me now!"
They both grinned.
"Lets get you inside and into bed and we can talk more later ok?" he asked.
She began to open the door, but he dashed around and insisted on carrying her. "No weight on the foot," he reminded her.
As he carried her over the threshold, they both giggled. "Let's do this again for real" he whispered into her ear. She blushed. Perhaps, she thought, I need to pinch myself. But I don't want to wake up if this is just a dream!
The smell of wooden floors and timbers greeted her as they entered the house. It smelled clean and had a faint smell of pine from the trees around the house. The light was almost all natural from the big bay windows over the kitchen area. She could just see the living room from where they stood and noticed another big window, perhaps a sliding glass door, in the front of the house.
"I'll give you the tour later, for now, to bed with you!" he demanded.
He walked through to the bedroom and got her settled in. She noticed the roses and thanked him for being so thoughtful.
As he was adjusting the pillow under her foot, she made a little squeal, as it was very tender to the touch. He couldn't stop apologizing. The thought that he had hurt her was too much!
As he bent over to make sure her pillows were adjusted properly, she grabbed him around the neck and kissed him.
He didn't see that coming! But it was good. He felt her lips, her tongue, her teeth, all passionately seeking his return. Her lips were so soft and her taste was so sweet, he was overcome with the passion of the moment. Feeling the small gap between her front teeth made him crazy with desire.
She pulled him towards her, trying her best to get him to lay down beside her. But he was so frightened of hurting her again, he held back.
"Sara..." he whispered, "Honey, I want you more than anything else in the world, but not now, not like this."
"Just kiss me again then," she whispered in his ear. He complied with her request.
When they finally broke the embrace, Grissom looked at her and declared, "I need a cold shower, my dear." They laughed together. It was comfortable.
"I'll make you some tea and then grab a shower,' he told her, "and then we'll get you into that tub. I'm sure you must want to get cleaned up." She agreed that she did. "Then we'll get your meds into you so you can sleep, sound like a plan?"
"Absolutely, as long as you are here with me." She replied.
He came back with tea and as promised, grabbed and quick shower and then prepared her bath for her.
"Well, how are we going to do this?" he asked, concerned for her modesty.
"Do you have a big bath towel?" she asked.
He presented her with the oversized fluffy towel he had bought earlier.
She quickly began disrobing, apparently not too concerned about him seeing her without clothing on. God she was beautiful, he thought. She carefully wrapped the towel around her and slipped her bra, panties, and sweatpants out from under the towel.
"I'm ready," she said.
Getting that close to her with no clothes on and remaining calm might be a challenge, he thought. But for her, I'll do it.
He picked her up and walked to the bathroom.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Well, sooner or later, your going to see me naked, so I guess let's just get it over with!" she exclaimed with a nervous laugh.
She dropped the towel. He almost dropped her.
He was stunned with the beauty of Sara Sidle. She was gorgeous in clothing, she was like the Venus deMilo naked. Her skin was like ivory and her breast were like an amazing porcelain work of art. He tried to cover his reaction, but he failed miserably.
"Is that a bar of soap in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" she asked him, giggling.
"Grrrr." Was all he could manage to say. Quickly, he recovered and added, "I need to get you into this tub before I change my mind," he finally responded.
"Yes thanks, that would be good since I'm officially freezing to death here!" she made light of the awkwardness of the situation.
He placed her gently into the bubbles and kept her foot on a towel place on the side of the claw foot tub.
He scrubbed her back and asked if she wanted her hair washed. She declined, stating that she didn't bring her straightening iron with her. "I like your hair curly," he responded.
Getting out of the tub was a little more challenging. They decided to let the water drain, but as the tub became half empty, the cool air hit the sensitive skin of her naked body and she began to shiver. He ended up lifting her out the tub, getting them both completely soaked, and laughing like children the whole time.
By the time he reached the bed, they were both frozen. Grissom stripped down to his boxers, grabbed out a t-shirt for each of them, put on fresh boxers and climbed into bed next to Sara. He helped her put on a white t-shirt and then her sweat pants.
"I kinda need some fresh clothes," she told him.
"Catherine will be getting them from your house." He replied.
"Oh, does Catherine know where to bring them?" she asked, trying to hide the moment of jealousy.
"No, she does not!" he exclaimed. "Only Jim knows about this place. And you now, of course. This is my secret refuge." He stopped for a moment and then added "And yours now too!"
She looked confused. "What's mine is yours," he replied, simply, quietly, not trying to scare her, but letting her know how very serious he was about not ever leaving her side again.
"How does Jim know about it?" Now she was curious.
"He knew Jacob too. We were all friends. Sometimes we would just come up here to get away from death and crime. Lots of scotch in the cupboards, no tv, no radio, no phone."
"Sounds like fun to me!" she replied sarcastically.
"I do have it wired for Internet now, if that makes any difference to you!" He got out the bed, walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and her medicine. He handed her medicine to her. "Take this now, and sleep. I'll make you breakfast in the morning."
"One problem," she said quietly, "I have to pee!"
He chucked at her use of the word "pee". "Let me help you to the bathroom," he said, stifling the laugh.
"Don't you laugh at me Gilbert Grissom," she said, faking anger.
He carried her to the bathroom and gave her some privacy. When she was done, he carried her back to the bed and kissed her soundly.
"Now how can I have anything but sweet dreams with a kiss like that?" she asked as she began to drift off to sleep. "Please don't leave me," she begged.
"Never again, my dear, never again," he swore.
And she believed him this time.
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I'd sleep REALLY well with Grissom next to me in boxers and a t-shirt! But you know, with FF its never that easy! Angst and fluff, coming up!