Title: Dream Therapy
Author: IrishDachsie

Pairing: Grissom/Sara

Rating: R
Disclaimer: I…own…nothing.
A/N: The people who need to be thanked know who they are… Thank you!

He groaned loudly as he rolled over onto his stomach in his sleep. His eyes opened as his erection was wedged painfully between his body and the mattress. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, he sighed heavily. Knowing that sleep wouldn’t find him again this afternoon, he pushed the sheet from his body and climbed out of the bed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

As he stood under the warm spray of water, he groaned as his hand closed around the base of his hardened flesh. His mind replayed the events of the past few days.

For the past three mornings, he had bid his team farewell and walked to his dark blue SUV. One morning, he had turned down breakfast with his co-workers. The second morning, he had thought about her on his way home. The third morning, he had watched her climb into her vehicle and leave the parking lot as he sat in the safe confines of his Tahoe.

For the past three mornings, he had gone home alone. He had read the paper, finishing the crossword quickly each time. The first morning, he had fixed a Spanish omelet. The second, a bowl of Kellogg’s Corn Flakes topped with banana slices. The third, two pieces of toast. These were the only things his tired body could manage, both preparing and eating.

For the past three mornings, he had fixed himself one scotch on the rocks at eleven o’clock. He had sipped the drink, the soft sounds of music lulled him into a false sense of relaxation. At noon, he placed the used glass in the dishwasher before walking down the hall and turning into the room behind the third door on the right. He had taken a quick shower and pulled on a clean pair of boxers, finding himself in bed in a darkened room by 12:30 each day. Sleep had found him relatively quickly.

For the past three afternoons, the dream had plagued him. What irritated him the most was the fact that he couldn’t remember the entire dream. Only flashes. And they had caused his sleep to be interrupted each day between 3:16 and 3:58 pm.

Unable to go back to sleep, he had just gotten out of bed and found himself here. In the shower. The flashes circulating through his brain as his hand brought some sort of relief to his aching body. Each day it was the same.

His hand running through the small beads of sweat that had gathered on her lower back.

His head tilted back, allowing the warm water to flood over his face.

His hand gliding slowly up her spine as she bucked her hips back against him.

His palm pressed against the ceramic tile of the shower, the muscles in his forearm twitching rhythmically.

His hand finding her shoulder. His fingers grasping her flesh tightly as he thrust harder into her depths.

He lowered his head, the tepid spray pelting the back of his neck as his strokes became more forceful.

The sounds of their individual moans mingling and meshing in the air surrounding their sweaty bodies as their orgasms crashed over them in unison.

He grunted as he bit his lip, his semen erupting from his hardened flesh and splattering against the tile in front of him.

He opened his eyes slowly and angled the showerhead towards the wall, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly as his bodily fluids were rinsed from the tile.

For the past three days, this had been his routine. He sighed as he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel. He yawned as he dried his skin. A little over nine hours of sleep in three days may have been sufficient while he was in college, but that was a long time ago.

"Damn you, Sara…" He mumbled lightly, a small smile appearing on his face almost instantly before fading just as quickly.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Grissom stared intently at the young man in front of him. "Listen, Nick…I need that report on my desk by end of shift…"

"I’m working on it…" Nick’s eyes shifted nervously.

"You should’ve had it done yesterday…" Grissom glanced down at the clipboard in his hand.

Nick straightened his posture and stared at Grissom. "I said I’m working on it…"

Grissom peered at the Texan over the top of his glasses. "Then…work faster on it…"

He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Nick alone to deal with the evidence. As he rounded the corner, he heard a familiar laugh coming from the breakroom. Poking his head through the door, he glanced quickly at the occupants.

"Sara?"

She turned from the coffeepot at the sound of her name. Her smile faded somewhat as she met his eyes. "Yeah?"

Taking a deep breath, he motioned for her to follow him. "Hit and Run…East Ogden Avenue…"

He paused for a brief moment as he heard her reply coming from behind him.

"Coming…"

As his face reddened slightly, he proceeded to leave the building and wait for her in the Tahoe. It would be safer…right now. At least, that was his reasoning.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Skid marks…stop and start. Looks like a burnout…"

Grissom looked up from the body and narrowed his eyes down the road where she was standing. "What?"

Her eyes followed the tracks as he walked the distance between them to stand beside of her. "One set of tread marks…heavy braking here…" She took a couple of steps forward. "Peel-out here…" Looking around the area, she sighed heavily. "Noise barriers…ever lived behind one of those?"

He shook his head slowly as he snapped a few photographs. "No…"

"I never really understood them. They cut out the road noise…but…my problems were always with the noisy neighbors late at night…"

Screams of pleasure echoed in the room as he pushed her closer to the edge.

"Chances are…the residents didn’t hear anything. If they did…they’d chalk it up to someone slamming their brakes to avoid hitting a dog or something…"

Grissom cleared his throat and walked back over to the body. "Well, I guess he’ll have to talk to us then…"

Sara knelt beside of the body and gave it a quick once-over. "He…doesn’t seem to be very vocal…"

"You’d be surprised at how vocal he can be…"

He blushed quickly at his own statement and avoided her eyes as she tilted her head in puzzlement. Hoping that the darkness was sufficient enough to hide the color in his cheeks, he took a quick step backwards as she stood up.

"We…uh…we should get this back to the lab…"

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she nodded. He stood to the side and collected some paint chips from the asphalt as David moved in to take the body away.

"Not much traffic on this road, huh?"

Grissom looked at David and raised his eyebrow. David quickly looked back down at the body.

"Well, the body is…" David paused as he moved the corpse closer to the gurney.

Sara watched with slight amusement and shook her head. "Stiff?"

Grissom’s eyes darted to Sara, he gasped lightly as her eyes focused on him.

"Grissom?"

He turned quickly and walked towards the Tahoe. After loading his equipment into the vehicle, he climbed into the driver’s seat and buckled his seat belt. He groaned lightly as the belt put a little too much pressure across his groin. He adjusted the belt, wiping the sweat from his brow just as Sara opened the passenger door.

Fastening her seat belt, she turned to look at him. "Hey…you alright?"

"Huh?" He wiped his sweaty palms against his pants and nodded. "Oh…yeah…yes, I’m fine…"

"You look…" She paused long enough to watch a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. "…hot."

He bit his lip and started the engine. He attempted to swallow the dry lump in his throat and shifted the belt once more. "I’m…fine, Sara…"

Her eyes focused on his hands, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. "Do you really need to hold it that tight?"

Remembering his shower early that afternoon, he inhaled sharply. "I…uh…just have a headache…"

He winced at his own explanation as his quickly hardening flesh began to tent the front of his pants. His right arm dropped down to his thigh in an attempt to hide his arousal. Noticing his sudden movement, she glanced down and then quickly diverted her gaze towards the window.

"So…"

When she failed to finish her thought, he turned his head to look at her. "So…what?"

"Oh…uh…so, I’m thinking that this…wasn’t an accident…"

He inhaled deeply and for a brief moment was completely sure that she was talking about his current predicament. His mind raced as he tried to come up with a valid explanation. The racing skidded to a stop as she continued.

"The tread marks alone are enough to suggest that the driver knew what had happened…"

"Oh…"

She turned her head and stared at him, her eyes full of concern. "Grissom…are you sure you’re okay?"

"I…I’m just tired. It’s been a long few days…"

She nodded slowly, not exactly sure of how to proceed in this situation. Deciding it would probably be best to stick to the case, she sighed lightly.

"I guess we’re looking for a blue car with some major cosmetic damage…"

"We’ll know more once the evidence is analyzed…"

She smirked as he pulled into his parking spot and killed the engine. "I’m sure the answers will just pop right out at us…"

His mouth dropped open, his eyes staring at her back as she climbed out of the vehicle and began walking towards the entrance to the building.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

In the seclusion of his office, he felt safe. Leaning back in his chair, he ran his fingers through his hair and glanced out the window.

I’m sure the answers will just pop right out at us…

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He winced as the stabbing pain shot behind both eyes, circling around before settling in the base of his skull.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his desk and gently cradling his head in his hands. "Shit…"

"Grissom?" Her soft voice caused him to raise his head and focus his eyes on the door.

"Results back?" He pushed his back against the chair and picked up the folder that had been resting on his desk.

"No…actually…I was getting ready to head home…wanted to make sure you’re really okay…"

She knows. "Just a headache…" He lowered his eyes slowly, stopping abruptly when he realized that he was quite obviously staring at her body.

As he met her eyes, she offered him a sly smile. "You…really should try to get some sleep…"

"I will…" He nodded as he tossed his pen on top of the closed folder.

She folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorframe. "Try? Or sleep?"

He stared at her for a moment, as though he was considering which would be the correct answer. Shrugging his shoulders lightly, he rubbed the side of his neck with his palm. "Try…"

"Griss…you can’t keep doing this to yourself." She tried not to notice the redness creeping from his neck to his cheeks. "You need to sleep…"

He stood up and fished his keys from his pocket. "Pot calling the kettle black…"

"The pot is used to it…the kettle isn’t…"

His lopsided smile warmed her heart. "The pot is younger than the kettle…"

She pushed herself from the doorframe and grinned. "The kettle is only as old as the kettle allows itself to feel." At his puzzled look, she chuckled. "Go get some sleep…"

He watched her walk away, leaving him in another state of confusion.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He stood in the hallway, staring at the door in front of him. What the hell am I doing here?

He raised his hand to knock on the door and paused. What if she’s not alone?

Knock…

What if I’m misreading things?

Knock…

Maybe I should just go home and sleep.

That’s a laugh. Knock…

With a heavy sigh, his knuckles lightly rapped on the door three times. He heard movement behind the door and fought the urge to slink back down the hall and down the stairs before she had the chance to open the door.

The door swung open, the smell of fresh coffee wafting out of her apartment. "Grissom?"

He stood there with his feet seemingly frozen to the floor, his eyes carefully taking in her appearance. He inhaled sharply as he realized she was wearing shorts and, for the first time in a long time, he had a completely unobstructed view of the legs that had been taunting him in his dreams for the past three days.

"I…uh…" He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and sighed.

"Aren’t you supposed to be trying to sleep?"

"You…need to help me with that…"

She tilted her head and stared at him. "Me? How am I supposed to…"

"Get out of my dreams, Sara." His eyes widened quickly as he realized what he had just said. Taking a step backwards, he stopped as he felt her fingers around his wrist.

"Come in, Grissom…"

He shook his head and took another step back. Sara took a step forward. "Grissom…"

Their eyes met and for the first time he allowed her to see the emotions swirling in his soul. He stepped forward, crossing the threshold, as she gently tugged on his wrist. Standing to the side, he swallowed as she closed the door.

Offering him a shy smile, she moved into his personal space. "You…really can’t keep doing this to yourself…or…to me…"

He nodded slowly, raising his hand to her face. His thumb rubbed her cheek gently as he licked his lips. "I…don’t want to do this…to…us…anymore."

"Then…don’t…"

His hands explored her back as she leaned into him, sliding her arms around his waist as she placed her head on his shoulder. Her warm breath tickled his neck. He sighed lightly as he shifted his body away from her. She tightened her arms around him, hindering his movement.

"Sara…I…"

"I already felt it…so, what would be the point in trying to hide it from me now?"

She pulled back and looked at him, smiling as his face reddened. "It makes me wonder something though…"

His eyes darted between her eyes and mouth. He was doing his best to resist the enticement of her lips. He could feel his strength breaking down. "What do you wonder?"

She moved forward and lightly brushed her lips against his. "What kind of dreams do I need to get out of?"

His fingers trembled as he brushed them through her hair. "The kind that wake me up in the middle of the afternoon…" He pressed his lips to hers as his arms tightened around her. "The kind…that make me wish I hadn’t woken up alone…"

"Intriguing…"

He shook his head lightly and offered her a smile. "Frustrating…"

"Pent-up frustrations?"

He groaned as her tongue flicked against his bottom lip. "Too fast…we’re moving too fast…"

She pulled back and stroked his face affectionately. "Then…we slow down…"

He nodded, a smile flickering in his glazed blue irises. "But…not too much…"

Taking his hand, she led him down the hall. "Must’ve been some dream…"

"You…have no idea…"

Smiling, she turned into her bedroom and motioned towards the queen-sized bed. "We…sleep…"

A brief look of panic crossed his features. "Sara, I don’t…I don’t know…I mean…"

"Call it…dream therapy. If you wake up…we’ll discuss the dream and what would be the best way to work through it…"

Seeing his hesitation, she gently pushed him towards the bed. "Sleep, Grissom…if you wake up…"

"If I don’t?" He sat nervously on the edge of the bed, his sleep-deprived brain pushing all logic away.

"I’m sure I will…" She offered him a wink and climbed onto the other side of the bed.

Unable to stifle the yawn, his tired body gave out as he kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the mattress. As his eyes closed, he found himself hoping that the dream would come again…just one more time.

She watched him for half an hour as he slept. Closing her eyes as she faced him, she yawned and pulled the sheet up over her. As sleep found her, she made a silent request for the sandman to let her dream again…just one more time.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He groaned as he rolled over, his erection wedged painfully between his body and the mattress. Opening his eyes to check the time, he met the dark brown eyes of the woman lying beside of him. She smiled as she ran her fingers through his slightly damp curls.

"Sara…"

"I think I know the problem…"

"What?"

She pushed his shoulder gently and rolled him onto his back. Moving closer to him, her hand covered the throbbing bulge in his pants. "Something this…hard…would wake me up too…"

He groaned as her fingers kneaded his erection. Pulling her on top of him, he smiled as he captured her lips with his. "This…is…dream therapy?"

Straddling his hips, she leaned down and licked his neck. "Is it helping?"

"Mm…yeah…"

She grinned down at him as she pushed herself up. "Then…I suppose your therapist is in…"

He chuckled lightly as he pulled her back down and rolled her onto her back. "I think…I might like therapy…"

The clock ticked softly in the room…unheard by the occupants as the moans of pleasure mingled and meshed in the air surrounding them.

~ End

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