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Here's a little New Years treat for you! Second chapter in one day! Enjoy! And I promise, if I get 10 reviews, tomorrow's installment will include some GSR Smut!

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You are the Woman that I've Always Dreamed Of…

CHAPTER 10:

Brass left shortly after the conversation ended. He left the two uniforms at the house. He told them he would send replacements in a few hours. He hugged Sara and told her to be strong and get well soon.

Grissom once again dropped Sara into the tub, then moved to the bag backed by Catherine and unpacked her clothing into the drawers. He left her sweatpants and tank top on the bed, knowing she'd be anxious to have her own clothes on.

As he unpacked her underwear, he stole just a moment to feel how soft and silky her bras and panties were. He could not wait to have a chance to take them off her beautiful body and explore all of the secret places he had only dreamed about.

"Decomp," he said to himself, "Think about decomps!" trying to reduce the feelings creeping up on him. He knew he couldn't wait much longer, but was truly fearful of hurting her.

He went to the bathroom door, knocked, and asked, "Are you doing ok?"

"Fine," she replied. That was typical Sara Sidle response.

"OK," he responded and sat down on the bed. "I'll be right outside the door and will help you out. Do not try to get out of the tub yourself!"

He heard her sigh. "OK." Clearly, she missed her independence.

He sat, reviewing the events of the last two days. He had no idea that he had the ability to feel so strongly for anyone. He was madly, passionately in love with this woman. He'd known that from the moment he met her. But he knew that he was far too old for her. Even as they had worked together and grown closer as friends, he tried very hard to keep his distance so that he didn't have to fight with the feelings he tried so hard to conceal.

Apparently, he was the only one who had been convinced that he could conceal those emotions. Brass, Catherine, Greg, Nick, Warrick, they all seemed to know. Why was he such a fool? He had missed all of this time with her. Holding her, loving her, and sharing every moment with her.

He had forced into the arms of another man, had watched as she had her heart broken because he could not own up to his own emotions. Jacob had told him early on that even the mention of Sara's name lit up Gil's face.

"Don't be a fool," he had told Gil, "You can't fight love."

I've given up fighting love, Gil thought to himself. I don't care who knows or what the consequences are, I am fighting for love this time.

He was roused from his semi-dream state by Sara's voice calling him from the tub.

"Ok, I'm ready," she called out.

The water had drained and she had a towel wrapped around her.

"You didn't have to do all that," he said, "I was perfectly ok with seeing you naked!"

"I know," she said, "but I'm afraid that your heavy breathing will make me unable to control myself any more!"

He kissed her. It was a soft gentle kiss to begin with, but it became much more desperate as he approached the bed. He gently placed her on the bed and handed her the sweatpants and tank top.

"Gil" she said, "I need a bra. Please tell me Catherine packed some bras!"

"I really don't think you need one, but if it will make you happy…." And he reached into the top drawer and pulled out a red bra.

"Griss, you don't really think I'm going to wear that under a white tank top do you?" she asked. "Have you ever lived with a woman before?"

"Yes," he replied, chuckling, "My mother."

They both laughed and he went back into the drawer, retrieving a flesh colored bra for her.

He left her alone to dress and came back in time to assist with the sweatpants since the cast was large and cumbersome.

"How long until the cast will come off?" she asked, realizing that she remembered very little about what she had been told in the hospital.

"Three weeks," he responded. "But you can be up on crutches next week as long as you don't put any weight on it."

"Yessss!" she said. Very excited that she would not have to be bed-ridden much longer.

"You don't like the care you've been receiving?" he asked, pretending to be hurt.

"I'd actually like more," she said, flashing her patented Sidle smile his way. He growled and crossed the room in a heartbeat.

His whiskers on her cheek were exhilarating. She grabbed him around the waist and pulled him in closer. They were kissing passionately, and hands began to roam. Gil was amazed by how soft and supple her breasts were. He ran his hands over her entire body, and felt her hands doing the same to him. Curious, his pants had fit him well before, but now they were feeling very snug.

"I'm going to have to take a cold shower," he whispered in his bedroom voice, hoping she would tell him to go ahead and take her.

But, she sighed and told him "Soon, dear, soon."

The phone rang.

"Grissom," he answered.

"Hey its Brass. Go turn on the tv, the press conference is about to start!"

Grissom picked up Sara and carried her to the panic room where they turned on the tv and sat on the two seat couch.

The press conference started right on time. Ecklie was clearly proud to be in front of all of the cameras. He spoke to the gathered press and introduced each speaker. When each person had a chance to speak, he opened the floor up for questions, and was inundated with questions about Sara.

"OK folks," Ecklie shouted, "Just settle down and I will update you on Ms. Sidle." Most of the reporters took their seats and prepared for the important information they had been looking for.

"Miss Sidle," continued Ecklie, "Is currently in an undisclosed location. Due to her injuries, and McAllister's subsequent disappearance, the Sheriff and I believe that her safety would be compromised by having her appear to speak to you right now." He paused. "As soon as we have the McAllister situation resolved, I will promise you a press conference with Miss Sidle."

"Mighty generous of him," she said sarcastically to Grissom.

"Yeah. Well, its up to you dear. But you might enjoy the publicity! You certainly deserve to be treated like a hero!"

The phone rang again, Catherine this time.

"Grissom," he answered, "Yes, thanks, we did."

"We?" Catherine asked, playing dumb, "You mean you and Sara are there together?"

"Catherine, don't be so nosy," he replied. He loved Catherine, but she was a pain in the ass when it came to allowing him to keep his private life private!

"Did you see Brass on the stage? Didn't he look like he was going to barf?" she asked.

"Yes, he doesn't really like those public appearances does he?' Grissom chuckled. Sara understood what they were talking about immediately and laughed with him. Jim never liked his dress uniform. He said it showed all of his "flaws".

Jim really did not know how handsome he was. She was sure that Jim had been seeing someone for the past year, but he would never admit it to anyone. She kind of thought it was Catherine. But for once, Catherine was being very quiet. That may have been a clue in itself.

Sara and Greg had a little bet going on. She was sure she was going to win the prize – the looser bringing the other coffee at the start of the shift for a week.

"Have you heard from Warrick?" he asked Catherine.

"Yeah, he's still planning to be back next Tuesday," she answered, "he says the investigation is going well and to thank you for giving him the chance to do this."

Grissom was happy to hear this news. He was sure that Warrick had the right stuff to be a leader. It was up to him now to mentor the young man so that he could lead. Nick and Catherine had more training and better upbringings, so they needed less direction. Sara was the consummate professional. Warrick needed him.

"So how's Sara doing?" she asked, seriously. "And stop lying, I know you are together."

"She's doing much better," he admitted.

"Pass her the phone," she demanded.

"Do you feel up to talking to Catherine?" he asked.

"Sure," Sara said as she took the phone from Grissom. "Hi Cat! How are you?"

"Thank God," Catherine said, "I've been worried sick about you!"

"I'm actually doing better," she told her friend. "I'm healing well and being well taken care of!"

"Yeah, I know," Catherine said, lowering her voice, "did you find the red panty set I put in your bag?"

"Catherine!" she exclaimed, but then laughed and added, "No, but he did!"

"Good!" Catherine said. She was happy to help out in the romance in any way she could. She knew those two were perfect for each other. She wanted them together and happy. She'd do what she could to make sure it happened.

"OK well call me if you need anything else. I've been told I can't see you right now, but I will as soon as the coast is clear. We are working on finding McAllister right now and we will move heaven and earth to keep you safe."

"I know Cat. Thanks. And tell Greg, Nick and Rick that I miss them!" Sara added.

"Well, I'll tell Nick and Warrick, but I'm not bringing your name up to Greggo right now. Gosh you'd think he was in Sara withdrawal!" she laughed.

"OK, well then just give him a kiss on the cheek and don't tell him who its from." Sara teased.

"He'll know," they both laughed.

"Hand me back to Grissom" Catherine demanded.

"Don't hurt her!" was the last thing she said before she ended the call.

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