Title: Fear of the Unknown
Author: IrishDachsie
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Gil
Grissom, Sara Sidle, Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes,
Catherine Willows, Jim Brass, Greg Sanders, Doc Robbins, or anything else
having to do with CSI. Dammit. All other characters
ARE mine though. Oh...I’m also not making any profit from this story. Double Dammit.
Chapter Five
Sara climbed into the driver’s seat and
started the engine. She made the quick journey to I-15 and as she merged into
the traffic she glanced at Brass through the rearview
mirror.
“Which exit?”
Brass stifled a yawn and glanced down at his
notes. “42A...onto 95...and then take exit 83.”
She nodded and took the first exit as Grissom
reached over and turned the radio on. He gave her a small smile and resisted
the urge to place his hand on her knee. She returned his smile and after a
quick glance at Brass through the mirror, only to find him watching the traffic
through the side window, she turned her eyes back to the road in front of her.
Brass’ voice broke her out of her thoughts of
what she was going to do to the man sitting beside of her when they got home.
“Sara...you’re going to miss the exit.”
Grissom hid his smile and turned his head
towards the window beside of him. Sara gave a small huff and drove down the
exit ramp, coming to a stop at the red light at the end. She turned slightly in
her seat, glaring at Brass behind her sunglasses. “Would you like to drive?”
As Brass opened his mouth, Grissom spoke
softly. “Sara, the light’s green.”
Brass watched her as she made the left turn
onto
Sara silently cursed each red light that
slowed her progress to Carl Garrett. Grissom chuckled softly.
Sara turned her head towards him quickly.
“What?”
“Screaming at the lights to change won’t make
them green any quicker...”
Brass let out a small laugh, which he tried to
disguise as a cough. It didn’t work apparently, as Sara turned to look at him.
“What are you laughing at?”
Brass gestured to the two sitting in front.
“The two of you...”
Sara bit her lip to stop the smile and nodded
before turning back and continuing down the road.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
They made their way into the plant and Brass
walked to the receptionist’s desk, introducing himself and requesting to speak
with Carl Garrett. Sara gently nudged Grissom’s arm, keeping her eyes on Brass.
He turned to look at her and smiled.
“Think he suspects?”
His smile broadened briefly and he shrugged
his shoulders. “Probably...”
She looked up into his eyes, with puzzlement
in her own. “It doesn’t bother you?”
He shook his head slowly and looked back
towards Brass to see him heading their way. “No...but...we’ll talk about this
later, okay?”
She nodded quickly and tore her eyes from him
reluctantly.
Brass came to a halt in front of the two
CSI’s. “Okay. Garrett’s working today, but he’s currently at lunch.” He
gestured towards the receptionist. “The nice lady over there said he should be
back within 15 minutes.”
Grissom leaned his shoulder against the wall
and looked out the glass doors. “Okay...”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Twenty minutes later, the door opened and a
young man walked through. Grissom stood upright immediately, recognizing the
resemblance of the man to Ben Garrett. He looked at Brass quickly. Jim nodded
and stepped forward, blocking the young man’s path.
“Mr. Garrett? Carl Garrett?”
The man stopped and glared at him. “Yeah?”
He pulled out his badge and showed it to the
man standing in front of him. “Jim Brass, Las Vegas PD.”
Carl stared into the man’s eyes for a moment.
“What the hell do you want?”
Brass smiled thinly and gestured to nothing in
particular in the air. “Just to talk.”
He glared at the detective for a few seconds
longer. “Look...I paid the speeding ticket last week, okay?” He attempted to
push his way past Brass.
Grissom moved quickly and blocked the man once
more.
“Who are you? His bodyguard?”
“Gil Grissom, Criminalistics.
And...we’re not here to discuss a speeding ticket. We’re here to discuss the
murder of Peter Marsden.”
Carl stared at Grissom. “Peter. Yeah, he was
Ben’s friend.”
Sara took the few steps required to stand
beside of Grissom. “Not your friend too?”
Carl looked Sara over carefully. Almost too carefully
for Grissom’s liking. “I was an acquaintance of Peter’s. I was more
interested in Susanne. That’s why I’d go over once in a while.” He looked at
the three people standing in front of him. “But, Susanne wasn’t there that
night.”
Brass watched Carl. He wasn’t liking what he
was seeing. “Is there somewhere we can talk?”
Carl shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “The
breakroom, I guess. Come on.”
They followed Carl down a short hall and into
the empty breakroom. Sara watched him as he leaned
back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Susanne wasn’t
there...but you were...”
“Yeah...I was there for a while. And then Ben
and I left around midnight or so...I had to get home. It was getting late, I
was tired. Susanne had to work a little later than I thought she did...and...I
have to be here at 7 in the mornings.”
Grissom watched him as Carl subconsciously ran
his tongue across his front tooth. His eyes focused in on the tooth. Broken...recently,
judging by the way he keeps feeling it. Like it feels...odd.
Grissom nodded and stood. “We may have some
more questions for you later.” His voice held no hint of his suspicions.
Carl smiled at the older man and watched as
the other two stood as well. “Sure...no problem. You know where to find me.”
As the three investigators left the room,
Carl’s smile turned into a full-fledged grin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
They made their way back to the parking lot of
the Las Vegas Police Department and dropped Jim off. He looked at the two and
smiled. “You know...you two really need some sleep.” He glanced at his watch.
“You do realize that it’s after 1?”
Grissom shook his head slowly and chuckled as
he watched Jim walk off. He turned to Sara, only partly surprised to see her
trying to suppress a yawn. He moved his hand to her knee and gently squeezed.
“Hey...”
She placed her hand over his and turned to
meet his gaze. “Hey...”
“What do you say we go back to my place and go
to bed?”
She grinned brightly at him. He felt his face
redden quickly. “I mean...to sleep...”
She squeezed his hand tightly. “I’m not tired,
Griss...”
He laughed lightly. “Yeah...that’s why you’re
yawning.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily.
“Gil...”
“Sara...let’s just go home, sleep for a few
hours...”
“And head to the Marsden residence for a walk
through?”
He grinned and nodded. He raised her hand to
his lips and placed a gentle kiss on her palm. “And...I promise...later...”
“I’m going to hold you to that promise.”
Her bright smile made his heart race. “I
know...I definitely know...”
Chapter
Six
Fresh from their shower after five hours of
sleep, he sat on the bed and watched her get dressed as he buttoned his shirt.
He silently wished that he could just take her back to bed and...
“Gil?”
His eyes refocused on her face and he returned
her smile. “Yeah?”
“Didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”
He chuckled softly and shook his head. “No,
but...my hearing’s fine...I was just...thinking.”
“And...not about the case, I take it...” She walked
slowly to him and ran her fingers through his drying curls.
“No...what were you saying?” His hands fought
the urge to grab her hips and pull her down. Instead, he made himself stand
beside of her.
She placed a soft kiss on his lips before she
turned and walked to the nightstand, picking up her cellphone
and sliding it into her jacket pocket. “What do you think about Carl Garrett?”
He mimicked her movements and slid his own
phone into his pocket and turned to look at her. “Guilty.”
She nodded slowly in agreement. “He had a
broken tooth...”
“Yeah, I noticed.” He followed her out of the
bedroom, down the hall, and into the living room. “Slightly swollen lip...no
bruising...”
She shrugged as she picked up the keys to the
Tahoe and tossed them to him. “Could be slow to bruise...like someone else I
know...”
He grinned and opened the door for her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
They walked up the walkway to the door of the
duplex and stood there for a moment. Clearing his thoughts, Grissom broke the
seal on the door and held it open for Sara. They walked slowly through the
hall, pausing briefly to look into the kitchen.
Sara took a deep breath and continued down the
hall, coming to a stop in the middle of the living room. Grissom walked to the
mantle and turned to look at Sara.
“So, Sidle...”
She nodded slowly. “Okay...let’s do it...”
He smiled as they began to piece the puzzle
together.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The night of Peter’s murder.
Ben glanced at the clock on the wall and stood
up quickly. “Dammit!”
Peter smiled at his friend and set his can of
Coke on the coffee table. “You’re late, buddy...”
“I know!” He hurriedly grabbed his belongings
and turned to his brother. “You coming?”
Carl shook his head with a grin. “No...I
thought I’d hang around for a bit...I’ll see if Susanne will give me a ride
home when she gets here.”
Ben nodded quickly and said his goodbyes
before rushing out the door.
Peter made idle small talk with the young man
sitting in the chair across from him. He didn’t really know Carl that well. He
seemed like a good enough guy...
Peter stood and walked towards the hall.
Turning back, he glanced at Carl once more before making his way to the
kitchen. His sneakers squeaked lightly against the linoleum as he pivoted
around the bar.
Opening the cabinet, he pulled out a shot
glass and placed it on the marbled countertop. Kneeling down, he jerked open a
drawer and pulled out one of the vials that Susanne had left for him. He popped
the seal and poured the contents into the glass. He stood staring at the dark
fluid, his mouth almost watering in anticipation. His body craving, aching to
be fed.
“What the hell?!”
Peter’s eyes shot up from the glass to meet
the bewildered stare of Carl. “Uh...”
Carl’s eyes shifted to the empty vial resting
on the counter and back to the glass before meeting Peter’s again. “What the
hell is that?”
“Look...Carl...there’s something you should
know...”
“Tell me that’s wine...just...thick
wine...packaged...” He shook his head, trying to make sense of the scene in
front of him.
“Carl...it’s not wine, it’s...well, it’s
blood...”
Carl stared at Peter. “Blood? Why...what...”
Peter smiled shyly and shifted his weight
nervously. “I...uh...there’s really no easy way to say this...”
“Say what?”
“Well...I’m...” He looked into Carl’s eyes.
Taking a deep breath, he continued. “I’m...a vampire...”
He watched Carl carefully. He watched as the
confusion spread across his features. He listened as Carl began to chuckle
softly. He listened as the chuckle grew into laughter. “Okay...”
He shook his head slowly. “No, Carl...I’m
serious...”
Carl stared into Peter’s eyes, searching for
the joke. Seeing only the reality of Peter’s confession, he took a step back.
Peter began to walk around the counter towards
him. “Carl...listen...”
“No...man...stay away from me...”
Carl found himself backing away, his fear
consuming him. Peter continued to walk towards him. Carl’s fear was quickly
nearing panic as he re-entered the living room. He stumbled over the ottoman
and fought to keep his balance. Peter grabbed his arm to keep him from falling.
Panic coursed through Carl’s body, quickly
turning to anger. His right fist swung out and caught Peter in the jaw. The
surprise of the action caused him to release Carl’s arm. His balance lost, he
fell over the ottoman, his mouth colliding with the coffee table.
Peter stood there, dazed and wiping the blood
from his mouth. Carl found his footing quicker than he expected and glanced at
the mantle. Seeing Ben’s gun lying there, he grabbed it and spun around.
Glaring at the man in front of him, he took a step forward.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Peter’s eyes widened and he took a step
backwards. “I was just...I was just trying to help you...”
Carl pointed the gun in Peter’s direction.
“Help me what? Give you my blood? You’re a freak...a fucking freak!”
Peter continued to move backwards down the
hall, talking calmly. “Carl, no...I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”
“You broke my fucking tooth!”
Peter’s fear settled in the pit of his stomach
when he realized he was standing in the kitchen. With Carl in front of him.
Waving a gun at him. And...he had no way out.
He began talking again, trying to assure Carl
that he meant no harm. “It was an accident...I was just trying to keep you from
falling...”
“You PUSHED me!”
“No...no, Carl...I didn’t...”
“Now I’m a liar? The freak is calling me a
liar?!”
“I’m not a freak, Carl...” Peter took a step
forward.
“Don’t come near me!”
Another step forward. “Carl, listen to me...”
“STOP!”
“Carl...” One more step.
The gunshot echoed throughout the house.
Carl stood in shock as he watched Peter’s body
crumple to the floor. His face. Dear God. What did I do?
He stood motionless for what seemed to be an eternity.
His mind was racing. Wait...he deserved it. He tried to...he was...he was
coming after me. He was a freak.
He shoved the gun into the waistband of his
jeans and looked around the room. He watched the blood spread out around
Peter’s body. He glanced back towards the living room. I can’t clean it up.
There’s too much. He looked back at the lifeless body on the floor and
kicked the leg with the toe of his boot. Fucking freak.
His mind began to slow down, to formulate an
idea. If he told me...he’s told other people. He was a freak...people don’t
like freaks...people hurt freaks...
He glanced at the counter and grabbed the
dishtowel that was lying there. Kneeling beside of Peter, he dipped the towel
into the warm blood and smiled. Running back down the hall, he made his way to
the wall.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grissom and Sara had put the pieces together
fairly quickly on their second walk-through of the house. They stood before the wall staring at the
offending word written in blood.
Sara turned to Grissom and sighed. “So...we
need to search his residence for Ben’s gun...”
“And we have prints, impressions, a tooth
fragment...if they match Carl Garrett...”
Sara nodded slowly. “Evidence never lies.”
With a search warrant in his hand, Grissom
climbed into the passenger seat of the Tahoe. He smiled as Sara drummed her
fingers against the steering wheel.
“Is he coming, or not?”
He chuckled lightly at the irritation in her
tone. “He said he’d be right out.”
A knock on the driver’s side window caused
Sara to jump slightly. She looked out at the smiling man and rolled her eyes.
She quickly motioned for him to get in the back seat and reached down to turn
the ignition.
The door had barely closed before Sara was
pulling out of the parking lot.
“Is she always this impatient?” Brass smiled
at Grissom.
Grissom shook his head and cast a quick glance
at Sara. “You have no idea…”
“Keep it up and you can both walk.” She gave
Grissom a wink and a brief smile before turning her eyes back to the road.
Brass flipped through the file resting in his
lap, examining the notes and photographs taken at the scene. “So…you’re pretty
sure about Carl Garrett, huh?”
Grissom turned in his seat and stared at the
man. “Yeah. You could say that we’re pretty sure about him, Jim.”
Hearing the tone in Grissom’s voice, Brass looked
up from the file to meet Grissom’s stare. “Hey…just making small talk.
Personally, I think the little bastard is guilty as sin. I don’t think he went
there with the intentions of walking away a murderer…but, his hands are
definitely dirty…”
Grissom’s stare softened slightly and he
nodded before turning back in his seat. “Take a left here, Swe…Sara.”
Sara shot him a look and grinned. “Here?”
“Uh…yeah…”
Brass shook his head and chuckled to himself. And
just who do they think they’re fooling?
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Brass rapped his knuckles against the wooden
door, and rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited for someone to answer
the door. Hearing movement inside, he knocked again.
The sound of the chain being unlatched brought
Jim’s movement to a halt. The door swung open, and a dishevelled looking Carl
Garrett stood in the doorway.
“Well, if it isn’t Vegas’ finest…what can I do
for you?”
Handing the young man the paperwork, Brass
announced calmly, “Search warrant…we need to look around.”
Carl glanced over the paper in his hand and
moved out of the doorway. “Whatever…have fun…”
Grissom watched the young man carefully as he
made his way back towards the living room. “Brass…”
“Yeah…I’ll watch him…you two get what you
need.”
Grissom nodded and tore his eyes from the
obviously intoxicated man sitting on his worn sofa. “Come on Sara…”
Sara followed Grissom down the short hall and
into what they assumed to be Carl’s bedroom.
“Nice…”
“Just process Sara…” He quickly began going
through the closet and pulled out a pair of boots. “Blood on the soles…he’s
making this easy…”
“Yeah…very easy…”
He looked over at the brunette standing beside
the bed. He raised his eyebrow and shook his head. “Is that what I think it
is?”
She placed the object into an evidence bag and
bit her lip. “I’m guessing it’s Ben’s gun…”
Grissom glanced around the room, bringing his
eyes back to her as he heard her sigh. “What is it?”
“Something’s not right…this is just…too easy, Griss…”
“Like he’s wanting to be caught?”
“Like he doesn’t care whether or not he’s
caught…”
He took a deep breath and exhaled. “The human
conscience can make a person…”
“Grissom…”
“Well…it can…” He gave her a small smile and
shrugged his shoulders.
She returned his smile with one of her own and
picked up the evidence that they had collected. “Let’s go talk to Brass.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
After they had shown Jim the gun and the blood
soaked boots, Brass pulled out his cellphone and
asked for a cruiser to come by and pick up Mr. Carl Garrett. Grissom stood in
the hallway, carefully watching the young man nurse the beer he held in his
hand.
Grissom made his way into the living room and
took a seat in the chair across from Carl. Garrett glared at him silently,
trying his best to intimidate the older man. As Grissom returned the man’s
stare, Carl chuckled to himself and took another drink of his beer.
“How much have you had to drink tonight, Mr.
Garrett?”
“A few...” He looked into Grissom’s eyes. “I’m
not drunk.”
Grissom nodded and leaned forward, resting his
arms on his thighs as he continued to look at Garrett. Out of the corner of his
eye, Grissom saw the familiar blue lights of a police cruiser pull into the
parking lot.
“You know, Mr. Garrett...we are going to want
to talk to you in more detail.”
Carl shrugged his shoulders and set the bottle
on the table beside of the sofa. “So...talk.”
Brass walked into the room, followed closely
by a middle-aged officer. “Actually, Garrett...we need to ask you to come down
to the station and talk to us...if you don’t mind.”
Carl narrowed his eyes at Brass and looked at
the officer standing beside of him. “Am I under arrest?”
Brass shook his head nonchalantly and gave the
man a crooked smile. “No...we would just prefer to ask you some questions
there...”
Carl stared intently at Brass before reaching
over to grab his coat. “Whatever...”
“Oh...and Mr. Garrett?”
Garrett turned his eyes back to Brass and
questioned him silently.
“You may want to call your lawyer...if you
have one...”
Carl pulled his jacket on and laughed lightly.
“No lawyer needed. I haven’t done anything wrong...let’s just get this over
with, okay? I have things to do tonight.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
They sat in the interrogation room quietly.
Grissom and Sara studied Carl as he pushed a pack of cigarettes back and forth
between his hands on the table.
“Since when can’t you smoke while you’re being
questioned?”
Brass smiled and leaned against the door.
“This isn’t Hollywood, Garrett. In real life, government offices are
smoke-free...including interrogation rooms.”
Carl rolled his eyes and picked up the pack,
shoving them back in his shirt pocket. He looked back at Grissom after a quick
glance at Sara. “So, what do you want to know?”
Sara placed the gun on the table and looked at
Carl. “First...what can you tell us about this?”
He shrugged his shoulders after a quick look
at the object. “It’s Ben’s.”
“Yes, we know that.” Grissom’s voice was calm.
“How did it end up in your bedroom?”
Carl took a quick breath and leaned back in his
chair. “Ben left it at the apartment this afternoon. I put it on my nightstand
so I’d remember to take it to him today.”
Grissom nodded and a small smile played at his
lips. “Okay...and...how did Peter Marsden’s blood get all over the soles of
these boots?”
Carl’s eyes widened slightly as Grissom placed
the boots on the table. “Uh...after Ben...Ben and I left that night...I
remembered that I had forgotten something...and...I went back...and...I found
him...I called 911 from the payphone down the street...”
Brass slowly walked over to the table and sat
down. “What did you forget?”
Carl’s eyes snapped to the Captain’s. “Huh?”
“What did you forget at the Marsden residence
that you needed to go back and get?”
“Uh...” Carl looked nervously between Brass
and Grissom. “My cellphone...”
Sara leaned forward on the table, catching
Garrett’s attention. “You said that you and your brother left together that
night...”
“Yeah...”
“Well, you see...we have a slight problem
there.”
Carl folded his arms across his chest and
stared at the woman. “And that would be?”
“Well...that would be...Ben has an alibi. He
left to pick up Jason Stewart from work...and witnesses saw them together
later. And your brother and Mr. Stewart both say that you weren’t with them.”
“Jason Stewart?”
Grissom noted the change of expression in
Carl’s eyes.
Sara nodded. “Yes. Do you know him?”
Sara watched the anger flood into his irises
as his eyes darkened. “Why would Ben go pick up that faggot?”
Grissom cleared his throat. “Mr. Garrett...how
did you get that bruise on your lip?”
Carl’s hand automatically went to the injury
as his tongue ran across his tooth. “I got into a fight the other night...big
deal...”
“I notice that you have a broken tooth...”
“Yeah? So fucking what? The bastard broke my
tooth...is that a crime now?”
“It could be...” Grissom leaned back in his
chair and pulled a small bag out of his shirt pocket. “You see...I found this
at the crime scene...”
“What the fuck is that?” Carl’s anger was
rising even more.
“This...is a tooth fragment.”
Carl leaned forward against the table and
glared at Grissom, spitting his words out at the older man.
“So...fucking...what?!”
“So, Garrett...” Brass stood back up and paced
back and forth, twirling a pen in his fingers. “Why don’t you tell us what
really happened? Because...we already know the truth. You can make this easier
on yourself if you just tell us.”
A small laugh escaped Garrett’s lips, followed
by a huff. “The freak deserved it...”
Brass stopped his pacing and stared at him.
“Would you care to elaborate?”
“A fucking vampire? Please...what a crock of
shit...he was a fucking freak.”
Sara tilted her head and looked at him.
“So...because YOU thought he was a freak...YOU thought he deserved to die?”
Carl glared at Sara for a moment. “The bastard
attacked me. Tried to suck my blood or some shit. It was self-defense.”
“If that was the case...then, why was there a glass
of blood on the counter that he was apparently getting ready to feed from?”
Garrett stood and leaned over the table.
“Because he was a FREAK! Worse than a fucking faggot...so I shot the fucker in
the face...that’ll teach him to fuck with me...”
His tirade over, he sat back down and smiled
at the three people in front of him. “He deserved it...”
Brass walked to the door and let two officers
in. As they handcuffed him and read him his rights, his eyes never left
Grissom’s.
“You know I’ll get off. It was self-defense...I can prove it...”
“And...we can prove otherwise, Mr. Garrett.”
His ranting continued as the officers led him
down the hall. Brass looked over at the two CSI’s and shook his head.
“And he calls Peter Marsden a freak?”
Grissom looked at Brass, his features
softening slightly. “You know, Jim...I really hate that word...”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sara found Grissom in his office a couple of
hours later, diligently filling out his paperwork.
“Hey...”
Grissom looked up and smiled softly. “Hey, yourself...”
“You okay?” She walked around his desk and
placed her hands on his shoulders as she leaned down and kissed the top of his
head.
“Yeah...” He glanced at the clock on the wall
and smiled. “You ready to go home?”
“Mm-hm. Long
night...are you ready?”
He signed his name to the last paper and
closed the file. Looking up at her, a grin began to form quickly. “Yes, I
am...I believe I have a promise to fulfill.”
Her grin mirrored his. “Yes you do, Dr.
Grissom.”
He stood and grabbed his jacket and held the
door open for her. “Come on...”
They walked quickly to his Tahoe and climbed
in. He looked over at her smiled. “Nice job tonight, Sidle.”
She smiled brightly at him. “Thanks.”
She watched the lights of Vegas as he drove to
his townhouse. “Where else but Vegas...”
“What?”
She chuckled lightly. “Vampires...as victims
of hate crime...where else but Vegas?”
He took her hand in his and squeezed it
lightly. “The important thing is...we got him.”
She nodded and laced her fingers with his.
“And...Peter Marsden can rest...”
The rest of the short journey was taken in a
comfortable silence, their minds focusing on what was to come when they got
home.
Grissom carefully slid his key into the lock and
pushed the door open. He smiled as he watched Sara enter his home...our
home? She has a key, she spends every night here...I consider it our
home...but...
“Griss?”
His eyes travelled up the length of her body
and settled on her eyes as he let the door close behind him. His smile widened
as he walked over to her.
“Hey...” He wrapped his arms around her waist
and pulled her close to him.
“Hi...you seemed like you were in deep thought
there.”
He gave her a soft chuckle and leaned down to
claim her lips with his. “I’m...always in deep thought about...something or
other...”
Her hands moved up his chest and linked around
his neck. “Am I the something?”
His lips moved to her ear and his tongue
snaked out to pull her lobe into his mouth. “And the other...”
“Mmm...that was
sweet...”
He leaned back slightly and gazed into her
eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair. “So are you.”
She smiled her gap-toothed smile and pulled
from his embrace, laughing softly at the whimper escaping his lips. Taking his hand,
she began to walk backwards slowly. “Come on, Shakespeare...”
“Sara...” He blushed lightly.
“What?” She grinned brightly at him as she
tugged his hand gently to get his feet moving forward. Her voice lowered to a
whisper. “Quote something for me...”
He swallowed the lump forming in his throat as
he looked into her darkening eyes. “You...don’t like Shakespeare.”
“I never said that. There are times when I
actually adore him...like...now...”
He allowed her to pull him slowly down the hall.
Swallowing again, he smiled. “Doubt thou the stars are fire...Doubt that the
sun doth move...” He stopped his movement and held her hand tightly. “Doubt
truth to be a liar...” He leaned down and gently brushed his lips across hers.
Raising his hand, he caressed her cheek as he gazed lovingly into her eyes.
“But never doubt I love.”
She smiled broadly and leaned into his hand,
turning her head slightly to place a soft kiss in his palm. “Hamlet...”
He nodded wordlessly and gently pushed her
through the doorway to the bedroom. Her hands immediately went to the buttons
on his shirt. He grasped her hands quickly to still them and shook his head.
“What?”
“Let me do it...I want to watch you
undress...”
She smiled seductively and nodded. “Mmm...well, then...”
He grinned as she took a couple of steps back
from him and pulled her shirt over her head. He quickly undid the buttons of
his shirt and let it fall to the floor beside of him as he kicked off his
shoes. His hands went to his belt and struggled with the buckle briefly as the
sound of the zipper of her jeans being pulled down resonated in the room.
Her eyes sparkled as she slid her jeans and
silk underwear down her legs, her gaze focused on his hands pushing his slacks
down and off to side where they joined his discarded shirt. He took two quick
steps to stand directly in front of her and pulled her body against his.
Her mouth found his neck and lavished it with
attention as her hands stroked his chest lightly. His fingers found the clasp
of her bra and unhooked it with ease. Placing gentle kisses across her
collarbone, he slid it from her body. His thumbs grazed across her nipples and
she raised her mouth to his ear, releasing a soft moan.
He eased her onto the bed and she took the
opportunity to rid him of his boxers. Laying her on her back, he found his
place beside of her and allowed his hands to explore her body. Looking into her
eyes, he smiled as he felt her shudder lightly as his fingers slid across her
stomach.
“So...if you’re Hamlet...does...that make
me...Ophelia?” Her voice was ragged and breathless. She shivered in
anticipation.
He grinned and shook his head slowly before
lowering his head and taking her nipple into his mouth. He held it between his
teeth and flicked his tongue against it, smiling against her breast as she
groaned.
Releasing the erect nub, he looked at her with
bright eyes. “No...you’re Sara...my Sara...my sweet Sara...”
He moved down her body at an agonizingly slow pace.
A soft kiss here, a gentle nibble there. She sighed as she felt his warm breath
blow across her clitoris. She bit her lip as his tongue carefully circled it.
She tightened her fingers in his graying curls as his
mouth closed over it, pulling the throbbing erectile tissue into his mouth and
sucking on it lightly.
He looked up at her and increased his pressure
as her eyes clamped shut. She held him tightly to her as he slid two fingers
inside of her easily. He released her clit from his mouth and gave it a long
lick before he moved back up her body. His fingers continued to move slowly
inside of her, brushing across her g-spot with each stroke.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth as her
hips bucked against him, urging him to quicken his motion. He resisted the urge
to give into her, savoring her soft moans into his
mouth. He felt her walls begin to tighten around his fingers. Smiling, he
pulled his tongue from her mouth and slid his fingers from her before her
orgasm had a chance to be released.
“Gil!”
He grinned at her frustration and positioned
himself between her legs, resting his hardened flesh against her clit.
“Patience, my dear...”
He moved his hips slightly, pushing the head
of his cock against her clit with mild force. She moved her hips against him,
trying desperately to capture him. It resulted only in increasing the pressure
against her oversensitive nub. She moaned loudly and grabbed his arms.
“Tell me what you want, Sara...”
She opened her eyes and stared into his dark
blue irises. “Gil...please...”
He continued to grind his pelvis slowly
against her. “Tell me...”
Her nails dug into his biceps as she pushed
against him again. “God, Gil...”
“Sara...” His voice was calm, almost to the
point of being annoying. Almost.
“You...are such a...fucking tease...”
He grinned and leaned down, flicking his
tongue against her lips. “Tell me what you want...”
“Gil...dammit...fuck
me...”
He smiled and eased the head of his throbbing
erection into her wet folds. “No...”
She slammed her hips against him, pulling his
length inside of her. Her eyes, black with lust, glared at him. “Yes!”
She grabbed his head and pulled him down,
kissing him with a ferocity that quickly made him give into her. She sucked his
tongue into her mouth, her teeth grazing along the rough muscle. Wrapping her
legs around him, she pulled him deeper inside of her...effectively making him
grant her request.
He quickened his pace, the glans pressing
against that special spot with each hard thrust. He pulled his tongue from her
mouth and buried his face in the crook of her neck, pulling the soft flesh into
his mouth. Her nails scraped across his back as she met each of his thrusts
with her own.
He felt her walls begin to clench around him
and moved his lips next to her ear. “Come for me, honey...”
She gripped his back, her grasp slipping
briefly against his sweat-drenched skin. “Come...with...me...”
He emitted a soft groan as their movements
became frantic. Their moans echoed in the room as their orgasms crashed
together. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she felt his semen coat her inner
walls. His body shook as he felt her fluids rushing over him.
He allowed his body to collapse onto her. Her
arms held him tightly against her chest. He nuzzled her neck as their breathing
slowly began to calm.
He moved to her side and pulled her into his
arms, kissing her deeply.
“I love you, Sidle.”
“Mmm...I love you
too.”
She looked into his eyes and a grin appeared
on her lips.
He chuckled lightly and tucked an errant
strand of hair behind her ear. “What?”
“I was just thinking...”
He raised an eyebrow and smiled. “About?”
“Well...if this is how you keep your promises
when we come home...maybe we should have bizarre cases more often...”
He laughed heartily and pulled her in for
another kiss. As he felt that familiar stirring sensation, he realized there
would not be much sleep in the Grissom/Sidle household tonight. He smiled
against her mouth as she eased her tongue into his mouth.
Yes...definitely OUR home...
~ End