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 12:
Later that day, Jim Brass dropped by with new groceries and a vanilla latte for Sara. He was very happy to see her up and moving around on the crutches.
"Any news on McAllister?" she asked.
"No cookie, but the police in LA think he has relocated there and we probably won't hear from him again. Remember, he just had surgery on that should a week ago, so he's probably not doing much of anything right now."
She knew he was right.
"So, where's Griss?" he asked.
"He said something about a Jacuzzi and then disappeared," she replied.
"Oh man, not the Jacuzzi!" he said. "I'll be right back."
He went outside and found Grissom under the Jacuzzi, trying to get the motor started.
"That thing is dead," Brass announced.
"No, its going to work again." Grissom promised.
"Well can you take a break?" Brass asked him.
"Sure Jim, what's up?" as he pulled his head and shoulders out of the motor cabinet.
"We need to talk about next week." Brass looked very serious. "You are going back to work on Monday and she's clearly not ready to go back. Are we going to leave her here with uniforms until McAllister is caught?"
"I think that is best," Grissom said thoughtfully, "We can teach her how to use the panic room and that should put everyone's mind at ease."
"I agree." Said Jim.
"Have you heard from Anne?" Grissom asked.
"Yes, she's coming in for a visit this weekend," was that a twinkle in Jim's eye? "but, as of this morning, there was no news on McAllister."
"Why don't you bring her out here for dinner?" Grissom asked, "I'm sure we can let Sara in on this now."
"Oh yeah, why is that?" Brass asked.
"Because she is moving in here. With me," he revealed.
"Hot Damn!" Brass said as he reached out and shook hands with his friend. "Congratulations! I'm really glad you finally pulled your head out of your ass!
"Thanks Jim," was his only reply. Hell, Jim was right, as usual. "But please, let's just keep it quiet for now. I'm worried about what Ecklie is going to do."
"Oh, I have an idea!" Jim replied, laughing, "But I also know how to get around it! Just be patient!"
"Do you think she knows about Warrick and Catherine?" asked Jim.
"Well," he thought for a moment, "No, I don't think so. After these last couple of days, I think she would have confided in me."
"OK well, let's leave that one quiet for now, and I'll bring Annie over on Friday night ok? And don't worry, I'll buy some dinner and bring it in."
"Sounds good. Some bourbon too please?" he asked.
"No problem, old friend, no problem at all!" Jim smiled at him, knowing that the two old confirmed bachelors had both met their match.
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That evening, as they sat down to eat dinner, Grissom brought up the plans for the next week.
"Are you sure you will be ok here by yourself?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'll call you if there are any problems," she promised. "And anyhow, I know how to use the panic room!"
"Um, dear, how is it that you know how to use the panic room?" he asked.
"I told you, I saw the movie with Jodie Foster. Shouldn't be that hard!" she laughed.
"OK but lets go down and walk through it anyhow, just in case. It will make me feel better," he insisted.
"Sure, no problem, right after dinner ok?" she replied.
"Oh and by the way, I have a surprise for you tomorrow! You may want to get a little more dressed up than sweats and my old t-shirt!" he said, enjoying knowing something that she did not.
"Really," she replied, her curiosity aroused. "I thought you liked my super sporty look!"
"Yes, I really do," he answered quickly, "But I like it better off!"
"Like this?" she said as her tank top began to slide up her torso.
He almost choked on his quiche as he watched her removing her shirt, at the table, in the middle of the day, Oh God, he thought, this is going to be the death of me!
He glanced at her over his glasses. She was stunningly beautiful, with or without clothing. But without clothing, she was irresistible.
"Sara," he said, his voice low and gravelly, "If you don't stop that, I won't be able to help myself but to ravish you!"
She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Slowly, building his anticipation, she dropped the bra down her arms, revealing her gorgeous breasts. With much ceremony, she playfully tossed the bra at him. He noticed that it was the red one he had tried to get her to put on before. Yes, that made sense, she had a black shirt on. Why not a red bra?
"As much as I would like to have you right here, I am taking you to the bedroom," he said as he scooped her up. "And I'm hopeful that I will find the matching undies."
"Kitchen sex is good!" she encouraged him.
"Cameras," was all he could manage to say before he swept her off her feet and into the bedroom.
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They woke up about an hour after their second time making love that afternoon. Both were naked and wrapped around each other, Sara asked "Gil, what did you mean by cameras?"
"Jacob had cameras installed in the public rooms. And although you are helping me see sex in a whole new way, I'm not quite ready for the film yet!" he replied, chuckling slightly at her face turning pink.
"Thanks for letting me know!" she said. "But you could have said it BEFORE I took my shirt off like that!"
"I couldn't talk," he replied, "Let's call it stunned silence!"
"OK you are forgiven, just because you put it so nicely!" she answered.
"But now, I think I should bring you up to speed on the rest of the house," he suggested.
"Let me put some clothes on then!" she grinned at him and put her sweats back on, this time without the red bra which had been deposited somewhere between the bedroom and the living room.
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Angst is now on the horizon. Its very close by, but I don't want to ruin it for them just yet. Stay tuned! Aren't they sweet together?