Title: Movie on a Night Off

Author: IrishDachsie

Pairing: Grissom/Sara

Rating: NC-17 for adult content.

Disclaimer: The author does not own CSI. No profit is being made from this story.

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Part XXXI

He carefully laid her on the couch and ran to lock the door. He walked back to her, pulling his shirt over his head. He watched as she slid her jeans off and tossed them on the floor before working on the buttons of her own shirt. He quickly unbuckled his belt and slid his pants off as he watched her sensuously teasing her nipples.

Her right hand slowly moved down her body. He licked his lips as he watched her touch herself, gently sliding her finger inside of herself. She smiled wickedly at him.

"Like that baby?"

"Mm-hmm." His hand began slowly stroking himself.

"I thought you would." She removed her hand and slowly brought it to her mouth. He groaned as she sucked her own juices from her fingers. "Come here..."

He quickly made his way to her, stopping only when she reached out and gripped him. She smiled and licked her lips, pulling him closer. His eyes involuntarily closed and a moan escaped him as he felt her lips wrap around him. His hand moved to her breast, gently caressing her before rolling her nipple between his fingers. She moaned, causing him to gasp.

"Sara..."

She pulled off of him slowly, placing a gentle kiss on the head as he slipped out. She looked up at him and grinned. "Do you feel how wet I am?"

"Yes..." His voice was full of lust.

"You gonna do something about it?"

He slowly nodded before gently crawling on top of her. "What do you want Sara?"

She leaned up slightly, running her tongue from his throat to his ear. "I want you to fuck me...right now..."

He grinned and slowly slid inside of her. He moved slowly, tormenting her. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, gently chewing on it. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him to move faster. He resisted, smiling against the soft flesh of her breast.

"Gil...please...harder...please..."

He leaned up and ran his tongue across her lips. "No." He smiled as she whimpered. "Not yet."

He continued with his agonizingly slow, deep thrusts. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her head fell back. His mouth quickly covered her soft skin there. Her hands moved to his hair, forcefully holding him to her neck as her hips arched to meet his. He smiled and silently kept count as he felt her quiver underneath him.

"Oh...God...Gil..."

He slowed his movements even more and leaned back slightly to watch her. "You're so beautiful."

"Shut...up...fuck...me..."

He smiled and took her hands in his. She opened her eyes and gazed at him. She tightened her legs around him as he leaned further back, pulling her up with him. Her smile matched his as he stretched his legs out underneath her and moved his hands to her hips.

"Learn...something...new...did you?"

"Internet..." It was all he could get out as she laid her hands on his chest and began quickening the strokes herself. His hands moved to her ass and gently squeezed, bringing another moan from her.

"You feel...so...good..." Her hand grasped the back of the couch tightly. His right hand moved slowly up to her breast as he fought to keep his own eyes open.

"Sara...oh..."

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and gently bit it to stifle the scream that was in her throat. His hand softly wiped the sweat from her neck before pulling her down to him. His tongue found its way into her mouth as she groaned into his. He quickened his pace, matching her thrust for thrust. His hand was wound in her hair, holding her tightly to him. He could hear and feel the stifled scream and smiled inwardly.

Three...

She suddenly broke the kiss and sat straight up, moving her hands over his. She opened her eyes slowly and met his. She reached and caressed his face, letting her fingers gently run through his hair. "I love you...oh...yeah...like...um..."

His hand moved to her shoulder, gently pushing her back. "I...love you...too."

He gripped the back of the couch and pulled himself up. She quickly found herself on her back with her legs on his shoulders.

"I...need...to read...more."

He smiled and tilted his head to kiss the inside of her knee. "Still want me...to fuck you?"

"Yes...now...fuck me...please."

His hands slipped under her ass, lifting her slightly as he quickened his strokes. He slammed his body as forcefully as he could into hers. He felt her muscles contract around him. He groaned a little more loudly than he meant to as he felt his orgasm quickly approaching.

"Sara..."

"Come...with me...baby...now..."

As if on command, he unloaded deep within her, each moaning one another's names in unison. He let her legs slide down and around him, and then he gently collapsed onto her. They laid there for a few minutes, listening to each other.

After their breathing and heart rates calmed somewhat, he looked into her eyes. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips before smiling at her.

"What?"

He ran his hand through her hair and his smile widened.

"What Gil?"

"That was four..."

She giggled and wrapped her arms around him, pressing a kiss into his lips.

He groaned lightly as he heard his pager. Looking at it quickly, he got up and retrieved the towel from his desk drawer and tossed it to her with a grin on his face.

"I guess it's time to get back to work..."

Part XXXII

Grissom turned to the younger man sitting in the passenger seat. "Nick? Are you okay?"

Nick's eyes darted towards the window. "Uh...yeah...I'm fine...why?"

Grissom shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know...you're just...unusually quiet, that's all."

Nick glanced over at his boss and smirked to himself. Stallion? "Oh...just processing some things, you know?"

Grissom sighed heavily before turning his eyes back to Nick. "Look...I know what was said...okay?"

He watched as Nick's smirk turned into a full grin. "Nick...I am not discussing this with you..."

Nick chuckled. "Thank God."

Grissom smiled. "The first person who whinnies around me, will pay...dearly."

Nick broke into laughter. As his laughter slowly ebbed, he looked back at Grissom.

"Griss?"

"Yeah?"

"You know she didn't mean to, don't you?"

He looked cautiously at Nick. "Mean to what?"

Nick smiled lightly. "Say what she did...about you."

He watched as Grissom blushed quickly before clearing his throat. "Um...yeah...I know."

Nick grinned at him. "Secret's safe with me, you know..."

Grissom glanced at Nick and spoke in a cryptic tone. "It better be..."

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Grissom smiled as he walked into his office and found Sara sleeping peacefully on the couch. The couch where earlier tonight they had made love. He grinned at the memory. He had tormented her...he was sure that she would make him pay for that eventually.

He walked over to her, leaned over and kissed the top of her head, before moving to his desk and taking a seat. He tried to work on his notes, but was having trouble. He loved watching her sleep. Her sleeping habits had gotten better since their first night together, but she still didn't get enough rest. He smiled as he heard her mumble his name.

Looking at the clock, he decided to wake her. There was only fifteen minutes left of shift anyway. He stood and walked slowly towards her. Sitting down on the edge of the couch, he leaned down and gently kissed her lips. She stirred lightly as his hand gently caressed her face.

"Honey?"

Her eyes blinked a couple of times before slowly opening. "Mmmm..." She looked up to see his smiling face. "Hey...what time is it?"

"Time for you to wake up so we can go home." His hand carefully brushed through her hair.

"Oh...sorry...I didn't mean to fall asleep."

He grinned at her. "It's okay...well...unless you had a case you were working on..."

She chuckled lightly. "You know better than that...all cases are done. I was just waiting on you."

He stood and gently pulled her up. He handed her his jacket. She looked at him...puzzled. "Um...it's a little chilly out there."

The depth of his sweet nature never ceased to amaze her. She slid her arms into his jacket, breathing in his scent. Taking his hand into hers, she looked up at him. "Let's go home..."

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She sat on the sofa and turned the television on as he walked into the kitchen to get breakfast started. She quickly got bored with what she was watching, and followed him into the kitchen. Hearing her sit down, he turned to her.

"Not ready yet..."

She smiled. "I know...I just wanted to watch you."

Her smile always made his heart do flips. "Well, it's not that exciting...eggs, bacon, toast..."

"It's not the food I'm watching, Gil...you, on the other hand, are exciting." His quick blush made her giggle.

"So...did Nick behave himself?"

"Yeah...of course, I threatened him..."

Her giggle turned into a full-blown laugh. "You didn't..."

Her laugh caused his smile to widen. "Well...not directly...I just told him that the first person who whinnies at me will pay dearly."

He saw the look of evil mischief cross her face. "Does that include me?"

His tongue gently touched his lip. "Especially you."

She smiled wickedly as the soft whinny left her lips. He sighed heavily and turned off the eyes on the stove, thankful that the food was actually finished. He could warm it up later. Turning around, he advanced slowly towards her.

With a smile on her face, she shrieked and quickly ran out of the kitchen...down the hall and into their bedroom. He was hot on her heels.

Part XXXIII

He grabbed her wrist as they ran into the bedroom, turning her around.

"I told you…now you must pay." He tried his best to sound menacing…but judging from the grin on her face, he wasn’t succeeding.

"Oh, yeah…and just what do you think you’re gonna do?"

He answered by quickly spinning around and pushing her back against the now closed bedroom door. He held both of her wrists above her head in one of his hands.

He bit back the laughter as he saw the complete look of surprise on her face.

"Oh…well…this should be…interesting." She struggled briefly against him, stopping as he moved forward, pressing his body against hers.

His mouth was mere inches from hers. Her breathing quickened slightly and she licked her lips. "So…what, uh…what are you going to do?"

He wanted to laugh and then gently throw her on the bed. But…she seemed to be enjoying this. "If I told you, then where would the suspense be?"

His left hand still held her wrists, his right was resting lightly on her hip. He felt her hips slightly move towards him. He tightened his grip with his right hand and gently pushed her back against the door.

"No…don’t move."

"What?"

He licked his lips and gave her a wicked smile. "I said…don’t move."

"You’re joking…"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Am I?"

She searched his eyes for a moment before softly whispering the answer to that simple question. "No…"

He smiled at her, then leaned forward and placed a kiss on her throat.

"You…expect me…to stand…perfectly still while…you’re…touching me…"

He leaned back and grinned at her. "No…I don’t expect it…I demand it…"

He saw a flash of fire in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by lust. When she spoke, her tone was lower than before. "You…demand it?"

He hedged for a moment, silently asking her if she was sure she wanted this to continue. Her eyes urged him on. "Yeah…demand."

Her chest was rising and falling much more quickly now. His left shoulder was beginning to ache slightly.

"And…what if…I don’t…cooperate?"

He chuckled lightly at her. "Well…then…I don’t continue."

She willed her eyes to break their gaze with his. It didn’t work. "Okay…"

"If I let your hands go, you’ll be good?" She nodded slowly. "No moving?" She shook her head gently.

He smiled and brushed his lips against hers, momentarily forgetting that he had started this game. She smiled against his lips, knowing that he had broken out of this character he had created. He cleared his throat softly and glanced across the room.

"Okay…" His voice was rough. His eyes weren’t. "You move…I stop…understand?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes, sir." Calling him ‘sir’ caught him by surprise. She fought back the grin successfully.

His hand released her wrists, letting her arms fall to her side. He quickly pulled her shirt over her head, allowing his fingers to lovingly caress her skin. His mouth traced her collarbone as he tugged her jeans down over her hips. He took her hand and led her to the foot of the bed where the hope chest always sat.

He swallowed hard, not sure if he could continue this little game much longer.

"Turn around."

She did as he commanded.

"Take them off."

She obeyed him, the smile quickly forming on her lips. She heard the familiar sound of his clothes falling to the floor behind her.

"Kneel on the chest."

Her heart raced and she fought to suppress the moan in her throat.

Slowly, she climbed onto the chest and moved her hands to the footboard of the bed to steady herself. She felt his fingers tenderly caressing her back. Her smile widened. He was having trouble staying in this character. Her body quivered under his touch and her hips shifted slightly back towards him. He inhaled sharply.

"I thought…I said…no moving."

She grinned. She knew as well as he did that he wouldn’t be able to play this completely through. She decided that she would try her best to help him though.

She felt his warm breath on her ass. She whimpered as his tongue traced circles on her flesh. He slowly eased two fingers into her as his tongue gently prodded her anus again. Her body shuddered lightly, causing him to smile. He massaged her inner walls with his fingers, urging her orgasm. She suddenly clenched around him, coating his hand with her fluid. Her moan echoed in the room. His heart leapt.

She felt him stand behind her, moving his soaked fingers around her anus, gently easing the tip of his middle finger in. Her hips bucked backwards against him.

"Gil!"

He suddenly knew the game was over, he couldn’t continue. He wanted to feel her body move against him.

"Sara…honey…move up on the bed."

She quickly moved over the footboard, whimpering as she pulled herself away from his hands.

He climbed onto the bed and rolled her over onto her back. As soon as she saw his eyes, she knew the game was finished. She smiled as his lips found hers and hungrily feasted upon them.

"I’m sorry Sara…I couldn’t…."

Her fingers ran through his hair. "It’s okay…I’m not sure…how much longer I could…have gone…either."

His mouth covered her skin, almost desperately…kissing, sucking, and licking her flesh. He quickly made his way down and lifted her legs, placing them on his shoulders. His tongue began a vicious, yet beautiful, attack on her clitoris. Her body immediately began writhing underneath him. Her hands blindly reached for his head, wrapping her fingers in his curls as he slid his finger inside of her.

He quickly removed his finger and gently lifted her hips, sliding his hand underneath her. His middle finger slowly found its way inside of her as he easily slipped his thumb in from the front. She instantly began screaming his name, not caring who, if anyone, heard her. His eyes gazed up at her, making sure she was okay. He had never done this before and he sure as hell didn’t want to cause her any pain. From the look on her face, and the reaction of her body to his touches, she wasn’t in pain. He smiled as he quickened his strokes into both orifices and increased his pressure on her clitoris.

"God…Gil…damn…oh…you…yeah…um…oh…Gil…"

Despite his state of arousal, he found some humor in her incoherent ramblings. The sensation of her body wildly bucking against him, the sounds of her moans and screams, and the fact that her hands were in his hair pulling him closer to her were beginning to take a toll on him. He wasn’t sure that he was going to be able to keep himself from coming with her.

Suddenly, her body shuddered violently and the air rushed from her lungs. He felt her fluids gush out of her and all over him. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she felt him moan against her, bringing with it another wave of pleasure over her.

He gently pulled from her quivering body after a few moments and slowly eased his way up to her waiting lips. She kissed him passionately and reached for him. His hand caught hers quickly. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.

"What’s…wrong?", she heavily breathed.

He looked at her sheepishly as he began to slowly blush. "I…uh…um…came…when, uh…you did."

She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You did?"

He nodded slowly. "I’m sorry…"

She kissed him tenderly. "Don’t be…I think it’s…sweet."

"Sweet?"

She nodded as her smile widened. "I am worried about one thing though…"

He questioned her with his eyes.

"Um…is that how everyone is going to pay…if they…whinny at you?"

She laughed loudly as he gently smacked her ass and leaned over to kiss her.

Part XXXIV

He looked up from his puzzle when she laid down on the couch, resting her feet in his lap. She smiled as she reached for the book on the end table. He returned her smile, then returned to his puzzle.

They were quiet for a few moments before he looked back at her. "What are you reading?"

She peered at him over the book, gently tapping the cover.

He chuckled. "Skeleton Crew? And how many times are you going to read that?"

She smiled and rubbed her foot against him, giggling as his eyes closed. "Until I get tired of it...asshole..."

He laughed and gently rubbed her knee, looking into her eyes before turning back to his puzzle.

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He looked up when she laid her book on the coffee table and stood up, walking towards the door. Puzzled, he silently questioned her. She smiled gently at him. "Doorbell."

He felt the flush rise to his face quickly. "Oh."

She leaned down and kissed the top of his head. "It's okay, you know?"

He merely nodded. She sighed lightly as she headed to the door, opening it to find Catherine.

"Hey Cath." She moved slightly to the side to allow her in the house.

Noticing her tousled hair, Catherine smiled. "Um...I didn't interrupt anything, did I?"

Sara laughed and shook her head. "No...I was just lying on the couch reading."

Catherine looked over at Grissom and saw the flush in his cheeks. "Uh...you sure?"

Sara followed her gaze. She sighed heavily, thinking about the fact that Gil hadn't heard the doorbell. Certain frequencies were getting harder for him to hear. She could deal with it, but it broke her heart to see him embarrassed about it. She was glad that the doctor's appointment was getting closer. She turned back to Catherine.

"Yeah, I'm sure...come in."

Grissom finally looked towards the door and smiled. "Hey Cath...how are you?"

She smirked as she sat in the chair next to the sofa. "Fine...busy night...be glad you all were off."

Grissom laughed and glanced towards Sara. "I am..."

Watching Sara blush made him smile even more. Turning back to Catherine, he removed his glasses and laid his puzzle on the table. "So...what brings you by? I know you're not here to discuss work."

Catherine grinned. "No...I'm not here about work." She waited to continue until Sara had settled in beside Gil, resting her hand on his thigh. "We were talking last night..."

Grissom cocked an eyebrow at her. "We?"

"Yeah, you know...me, Warrick, and Nick?"

"Oh...about what?"

"The wedding." She watched with slight amusement as Grissom and Sara stole a quick glance towards each other. "Yeah...we were kind of curious..."

"About?"

Catherine sighed. "Well...location, time...you know specifics. All we know is the date. It's a week away Griss..."

"I'm well aware of that Catherine." He smiled broadly at her.

"So??"

"St. Gabriel's on East Maule...3 pm. Reception at the Monaco following the ceremony. Small... Nick, Warrick, Brass, Doc Robbins, Greg...and their respective dates...you, Lindsey." He smiled as her jaw dropped slightly. "Anything else?"

She was quiet for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "And when were you going to tell us?"

Sara gently squeezed Gil's thigh. Smiling, she spoke. "We were going to tell you tonight. The arrangements weren't complete until yesterday afternoon."

"Oh." She processed the information for a moment, before looking back at Grissom. "St. Gabriel's? You're getting married in a Catholic church?"

He shrugged and smiled fondly. "I promised Mom."

Catherine returned his smile, causing Grissom to blush slightly. "So...what about the rings?"

Sara took hold of Gil's hand, lacing her fingers with his. "They've been ordered. In fact, we're supposed to pick them up tomorrow."

Catherine's eyes lit up. "Really? What do they look like?"

"They're...round." Grissom said, with just the slightest touch of sarcasm in his voice.

"Dammit Grissom!" Her voice was tinged with exasperation.

Gil laughed, stood, and walked towards the bedroom.

"Where the hell is he going?"

Sara smiled, watching Gil turn into their room. "To get the picture..."

Gil returned a few moments later. Saying nothing, but wearing a grin, he handed a piece of paper to Catherine. Catherine's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she studied the picture. They were gorgeous...platinum bands with a thin inlay of 18 karat gold.

"Platinum?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Her engagement ring is platinum. You can't have a gold wedding band with a platinum diamond. That would just...clash."

Sara laughed loudly and scooted closer to Gil.

Catherine shook her head lightly, handing the picture back to Grissom. "They're beautiful."

Gil looked down at the picture, smiling ear to ear. "Thanks." He looked back to Sara and kissed her lips softly.

"So...St. Gabriel's, 3 pm?"

"Huh?" Breaking his gaze with Sara, he looked back at Catherine. "Oh...yeah..."

Catherine grinned and stood up, walking towards the door. "Okay, I'll pass along the news."

His concentration was fully on Sara again. "Yeah, okay...see you tonight."

Catherine chuckled, closing the door behind her.

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The door had barely closed before Gil leaned into Sara.

"You still feel like reading?" He brushed his lips against hers.

"Mmm..." Her tongue licked his lips. "No...I don't think so..."

He smiled and pulled her closer. "Good." He kissed her again and then stood. "I'll be back in a few minutes to get you."

"Where are you going?"

He caressed her cheek. "It's a surprise." He turned and walked down the hall, leaving her slightly confused.

He was gone only a few minutes, true to his word. He walked into the living room and took her hand, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"Gil? What are you up to?"

He raised his eyebrows and pulled her from the sofa. "Come on."

She followed him down the hall and into the bathroom. She gasped when she saw the tub full of hot water and...bubbles. "Gil..."

"I figured you'd like a nice, relaxing bath..." He began undressing her slowly.

"Will you be joining me?"

"Of course...well...unless you'd rather I not..."

"You silly, silly man." She quickly worked her way through the buttons on his shirt.

"Does this mean you'd like me in there with you?" He inhaled sharply as she kissed his chest.

Her hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him to her. She forcefully drove her tongue into his mouth as she quickly unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs. He kicked them to the side, gasping as she gently stroked him. Reluctantly, she broke the kiss and carefully stepped into the tub. He smiled as he followed her, playfully splashing the bubbles at her.

They settled into the hot water facing one another, her legs draped casually across his. "This is a surprise."

He smiled as he lovingly rubbed his hands along her legs. "I'm glad you like it."

She slowly slid towards him, gradually straddling him. "Bubbles can be very erotic, you know?"

His hands snaked around her waist. "Oh?"

"Yeah." She lifted a handful of bubbles to his chest, gently rubbing them into his skin. His eyes closed as she had another handful, massaging them into his neck and working them into the hair at the nape. She leaned down and flicked her tongue across his lips. "You have beautiful lips, you know that?"

His eyes opened slowly and gazed into hers. His hands carefully covered her chest in bubbles before he pulled her to him, letting his mouth suckle on her neck. He smiled against her skin as she moaned lightly.

The combination of the hot water, bubbles, his mouth, and his hands intensified her need for him. Her finger traced his ear with bubbles before she leaned over and whispered to him.

"Make love to me Gil."

He groaned as she reached into the water and grasped him tightly as she raised her body slightly. He looked into her eyes for a moment before running his fingers through her hair and pulling her to him. He coaxed her tongue, almost effortlessly he noticed, into his mouth. They moaned into each other's mouths as she slowly eased onto him.

His hands moved to her breasts, teasing her nipples. His head fell back against the cold tile wall as she started moving against him. "Oh...God...Sara..."

She smiled as her eyes closed. He began to thrust gently into her, one hand moving down to her hip. The water splashed onto his chest, eliciting another moan from him. She was right...bubbles...are...erotic. But, then...when was she wrong when it came to sex? He wondered briefly about whom she had done this with before...but then realized, it didn't really matter. She was marrying him. He smiled at the thought, moving his other hand down to steady her movements.

He could hear water splashing onto the tile floor of the bathroom. He didn't care.

Her mouth moved to his shoulder, biting his flesh. He smiled against the pain. She was close. He gripped her tighter and increased his thrusts. He could feel her tensing around him.

"Gil...oh...Gil...yeah...like...oh...God...that...damn...love...oh..."

He smiled as she came, his orgasm quickly following hers. She collapsed against him, sending another small wave of water onto the floor. He gently caressed her back, placing gentle kisses on her neck.

She slowly eased off of him and smiled. "I told you."

He returned her smile. "I love you."

She grinned. "You better...you're stuck with me, you know?"

"Can't think of a better place to be stuck."

She splashed the bubbles across the tub at him.

They lovingly washed each other's bodies before climbing out of the tub. He took her hand to help her out. "Be careful." Seeing the puzzled look on her face, he continued. "There's...water on the floor."

She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

He threw a couple of towels on the floor to soak up the water. "I'm not." He softly kissed her lips. "Come on, let's get dressed."

"Where are we going?"

"I thought I'd take you out to dinner before work..."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "What's the special occasion?"

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "You're marrying me."

Part XXXV

Sara walked into the breakroom, finding her colleagues discussing her upcoming wedding.

"...and you should see the rings...they are...beautiful!"

Nick looked at Catherine. "You saw the rings?"

She shook her head. "I saw a picture of the rings."

Nick laughed. "Sometimes pictures can be deceiving, you know..."

Sara walked up behind Nick and playfully smacked him in the head. "Not this time!"

"Oh...hey Sara...when did you get here?"

She walked to the counter and poured herself a cup of coffee and one for Grissom. "A few minutes ago."

"What have we got tonight?"

She looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. "How am I supposed to know?"

He smirked at her. "Well, you do have inside information..."

She shook her head, laughing lightly. "Not about work. He's the supervisor, not me..."

Grissom entered the room and walked towards the counter, smiling when Sara handed him his mug. "Thanks."

He surveyed the room carefully. "What's this about 'he's the supervisor'?"

Sara laughed. "Nick asked me about tonight's cases...he seems to think I have inside information."

Grissom turned to Nick, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Nick..."

Nick raised his hands in front of his chest and stood quickly. "Hey...I just thought..."

"No...that's the problem...you didn't think."

Nick looked to Catherine for help. "Hey, Nicky, don't look at me..."

"Sorry, Griss...I just assumed..."

"What's one of the first rules for a C.S.I.?"

Nick looked cautiously at Grissom, clearly confused.

Grissom sighed as he took a sip of his coffee. "Never assume, Nick...never."

Nick nodded wordlessly as his face turned a light shade of red.

"Okay...cases..."

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Sara followed Gil to the Tahoe, thrilled that she was working with him tonight. He had kept true to his word, that their personal relationship wouldn't interfere with their working relationship. She worked with him as much as she did before, sometimes she wished it was more...but she understood.

"Gil?"

He turned to look at her. "Yeah?"

"You know Nick wasn't trying to be..." She searched for the right words.

"An ass?"

She smiled lightly at him. "Yeah...he just...thought that maybe I'd know first."

"Yeah...but you don't."

"Look...if you were involved with someone else, then I'd probably think she'd have prior knowledge too."

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "Luckily for you, I'm not involved with someone else."

She smacked his arm lightly. "Don't you think you were just a little hard on him?"

He sighed and looked into her eyes. He knew she was right. Nick had just caught him off-guard. "Probably."

He looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah, okay...maybe I was a little hard on him...I'll apologize to him when we get back, okay?"

"Promise?"

He laughed lightly and opened the Tahoe door for her. "Yeah, I promise."

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He found Nick in the breakroom when he returned to the lab.

"Hey...what are you doing?"

"Waiting on Trace." Nick didn't look up.

Grissom sat in the chair across from him. "Nick?"

"Yeah?" He still didn't look up.

Grissom tried to hide his smile. "Look, Nick...I'm...sorry. I didn't mean to come down as hard as I did on you."

Nick laid the magazine he was reading on the table and slowly looked up at his boss. "You know I didn't mean to..."

Grissom interrupted him. "I know. I just...overreacted."

Nick nodded and shrugged his shoulders. "Well...I was guilty of making an assumption."

"Nick...when Sara and I...well, when we told all of you about our relationship, I told you all...that it would not change our professional relationship."

"Yeah..."

"And it hasn't...Sara and I rarely even discuss work at home..."

Nick's eyes darted nervously around the room. "Uh...Griss...I really don't need to hear..."

Grissom laughed. "Look, what I'm trying to say is that...when I hand out the assignments, that's when Sara knows what we have." His eyes locked on Nick's. "It's important to me that you understand that."

Nick tried to look away, but couldn't. "Griss...I'm sorry..."

"No...I'm sorry. It was natural for you to assume something like that. I was too hard on you. I apologize."

Nick smiled. "Okay..."

Grissom stood and laughed lightly. "Now...get back to work."

Nick returned his laughter. "Yes, sir."

Grissom blushed lightly as he left the room.

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He found Sara hunched over a microscope. He smiled. He loved to watch her work. He walked quietly behind her and slid his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Find anything?"

She jumped. "Dammit Gil...don't sneak up on me like that!"

His smile widened as she relaxed in his arms and leaned back against his chest.

"Did you talk to Nick?"

He pressed a soft kiss onto her neck. "Mm-hm...everything's fine." She turned to look at him. "I apologized to him."

She smiled and swivelled her stool around to face him. "Good."

She placed a light kiss on his lips.

He pulled back slightly and looked at her. "You know we're at work, right?"

She chuckled. "Yeah, so?"

"Well...we were in my office last time...with the door locked, blinds closed. We're in...uh...the lab right now."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. "That's what I love about you...you're so observant."

"Sara..."

Her lips touched his and opened slightly, her tongue gently teasing his lips. He responded to the kiss slowly, but soon found himself with his tongue in her mouth and his arms pulling her into his body.

Her left hand rested lightly on the back of his neck, the fingers of her right hand were gently combing through his hair above his ear. He could feel himself quickly hardening as her nails scraped against his skin.

He slowly broke the kiss and stood back to look at her. She smiled as she stood as well, running her finger down his chest before she hopped onto the table. Grabbing his hand, she gently pulled him to her, positioning him between her legs.

"Sara...we can't...not here..." His hands moved to the small of her back.

"Gil...I'm not asking you to fuck me...just kiss me...okay?" Her hands found their way back to his head, pulling him back to her.

"Sara..."

He could say no more as his mouth hungrily covered hers, his tongue invading her mouth once more. He could feel her nipples straining against the thin fabric covering them. He could feel the heat between her legs radiating onto him. He moaned into her mouth.

Their kiss progressed. They had forgotten where they were. They had forgotten that anyone could walk in. They were completely wrapped up in each other. They hadn't heard the footsteps walking into the lab and suddenly stopping.

"Oh...Jesus...why don't you just find a room somewhere?"

Grissom instantly broke the kiss and jumped back from Sara...as if that would make the intruder think she had imagined what she had just seen.

Catherine laughed when the both of them began to blush heavily.

Grissom couldn't speak. Sara was the first to utter a word.

"Cath...we just...uh...were looking at..."

Catherine shook her head and laughed harder. "You two are so cute...like a couple of teenagers who can't get enough of each other...but...you do know this is the lab, right?"

Grissom cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly at Catherine. Noticing the envelope in her hand, he tried his best to change the subject. "What...um...what do you have there?"

Catherine looked down at the envelope. She had forgotten entirely about it. "Oh...it's a report on our DB...bugs...thought you could help me out with it?"

Grissom nodded quickly. "Yeah, sure." He looked back at Sara and smiled before gently kissing her cheek. "You are in trouble..."

She grinned at him as he walked away. "Promise?"

His laughter echoed in the room as he walked to his office with Catherine.

Part XXXVI

"Where are you going?" He called to her as she ran down the hall to their room.

"I'll be right back!" He heard the bedroom door close.

He shook his head and took a seat on the couch, flipping the TV on to the Discovery Channel.

He checked the clock and sighed. Walking into the kitchen to find something to drink, he wondered what she was doing. Normally, if she ran straight to the bedroom when they walked in the door, she wanted him in there with her. He grabbed a bottle of water and headed back to the living room.

He heard the bedroom door open and tilted his head to look down the hall. She walked into the living room with a devilish grin on her face. "What are you doing?"

"Well...if you want to know...you have to come with me." She turned and began walking back down the hall slowly.

He quickly stood, turning the television off, and followed her.

He entered their room and smiled. The only light was from the many candles she had lit, the bed was turned down, and she was undressing him. "What's the special occasion?"

"I love you."

He smiled as she finished removing his clothes and began shedding her own.

Once she had rid herself of her clothing, she took his hand and led him to the bed, pushing him gently onto it. He smiled as he shifted slightly, placing his head on the pillows. She crawled up the bed and moved over him, sitting gently on his thighs.

He let his hands slide up her legs and rest on her hips. She smiled widely at him before gently smacking his hands. She took his hands and placed them above his head. "No touching..."

He licked his lips. "What?"

She leaned over and kissed his lips softly. "No...touching..."

He looked into her eyes and smiled. "Uh..."

She raised her eyebrows at him and grinned. Leaning back down, she began placing gentle kisses over his neck and collarbone. He fought to keep his hands where they were. She was in control right now, and though he almost hated to admit it...he liked it.

Her mouth moved slowly down his chest as she slid her body between his legs. Her breasts rested on his upper thighs as she swirled her tongue around his navel. His eyes closed and he wrapped his fingers around the spindles in the headboard. She looked up at him and smiled as she continued.

Her tongue wrapped around his erection, teasing him. He moaned. She gently blew a puff of cool air from her mouth against him. He groaned. Her tongue ran across his testicles briefly before she carefully pulled one into her mouth and sucked it lightly. He tightened his grasp on the headboard and inhaled sharply.

"Sara..."

Her tongue returned to his erection, licking it before pulling him into her mouth. His head fell against the pillows. His knuckles were quickly turning white. He involuntarily thrust slightly into her mouth. She placed her hands on his hips as she took his entire length into her mouth. Her teeth gently scraped against his sensitive flesh.

"Oh...God..."

She opened her eyes and looked at him. She reached up and gently ran her nails across his nipple as she increased her pressure on him. He moaned loudly. He was growing quickly in her mouth. She knew if she kept this up, it wouldn't be much longer. Though she loved the taste of him, she didn't want him to come just yet. She slowly pulled her mouth from him, smiling as she heard him whimper lightly.

Her tongue retraced its path back up to his neck. She could feel his heart pounding underneath her. He swallowed hard as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth and gently nibbled on it. She felt him release his hold on the headboard and she quickly sat up, looking him in the eyes.

"No." She purred...knowing that it drove him crazy when she purred.

"Please...Sara..."

She shook her head lightly and smiled. "No."

His hands grasped the sheets tightly as she continued her assault on his flesh. Her lips finally brushed against his. His tongue pushed its way into her mouth. She ground her hips against him. He could feel her erect nipples pressing into his chest. She felt the rumble in his chest as he groaned into her mouth.

She broke the kiss slowly, sitting back up. His blue eyes shone with passion. She smiled and reached for the candle sitting on the nightstand. It slowly occurred to him that she was holding a lit candle in her hand, she was sitting on him, she was grinding against him...and she was grinning.

"What...are you...doing?"

"You've never...had...wax?"

He shook his head and a look of panic clouded his eyes. "Sara?"

"Relax, baby..."

"Um...won't that...hurt?"

She tilted the candle slowly over his chest. "If it does...I'll stop...but...I think...you'll...enjoy it..."

He watched as the drop of wax seemed to fall in slow motion towards his skin. His mouth opened slowly to protest, but his words never emerged.

"Ah..." His eyes closed and his hands quickly hit the headboard.

A brief sting, her hands rubbing the warm wax into his skin...his breathing became erratic. She allowed another drop to land right below the first. He moaned. A third drop, followed quickly by a fourth. She slowly made her way down to his navel, leaving a path of wax in her wake. He was moaning constantly now, his back arching slightly.

"Oh...Sara...that..."

She smiled as she returned the candle to the nightstand. She quickly covered his mouth with hers.

"Did it hurt?"

He shook his head wordlessly. She could see the degree of arousal in his eyes.

"Touch me Gil..."

His hands quickly went to her face, pulling her down to him. His kiss was animalistic, desperate...passionate. He quickly rolled them over until he was on top of her. She ran her fingers down his chest, feeling the heat from the wax on his skin.

He pulled her nipple into his mouth, rolling it gently between his teeth. It was her turn to moan now. His fingers pressed against her clit, carefully pinching it. Her nails dug into his shoulders. He easily slid two fingers inside of her, groaning at the amount of fluid he found there. He moved slowly at first...watching as her head rolled to the side and she cried out his name.

He felt she was close and pulled his fingers from her, grinning at her cry. She opened her eyes and watched as he sucked her juices from his fingers. Her hands wound themselves in his hair, pulling him down. She drove her tongue into his mouth, moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue.

She pulled from him and stared into his eyes. "Fuck me...please...fuck me."

He grinned and plunged himself into her quickly, taking her hands in his own. He moved forcefully, purposely. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him, pulling him further into her. She laced her fingers with his, tightening her grip. Her head flew back against the pillows. She was writhing underneath him, moving her hips to meet his thrusts.

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes clenched shut. He increased his pace, slamming his body against hers. Her mouth opened and screamed his name. He smiled as he felt her tense around him, her fluid oozing onto the sheets.

His orgasm quickly followed hers, his head tilted back, it was his turn to scream her name. His spent body fell gently on top of her. She released his hands and ran her fingers through his hair as he murmured something incoherent against her neck.

He slowly moved off of her and pulled her to him. Her head rested on his shoulder.

When their breathing had calmed, he turned to her. "Sara?"

"Hmm?"

"How do you get cold wax off of skin?"

She laughed and pressed her lips to his.

Part XXXVII

She came home from work to find him sitting quietly on the couch. The house was dark, the only light coming from the aquarium in the corner of the room.

She smiled, happy he was awake. She had been anxious to get home since she left for work. "Hey."

He slowly raised a glass to his lips. Her smile faded as her eyes found the mostly empty bottle of liquor on the coffee table.

"Gil?"

He silently set his glass down and refilled it.

She made her way to the sofa and sat beside him. Her eyes focused on the table briefly, seeing the photo album resting there.

She gently touched his arm and her voice lowered to a whisper. "Baby?"

His eyes slowly turned towards her. He offered a weak smile, but said nothing.

She gently caressed his face. She was worried, she had never seen him like this. "Honey...what's wrong?"

He took a deep breath and looked towards the photo album. She followed his eyes and gently picked the album up. She opened it to a picture of a smiling man holding a baby. Slowly, she flipped through the pages and felt her heart aching for Gil.

She looked up as he set his glass on the table and then eased back onto the couch. He softly cleared his throat before he spoke.

"I...I'm sorry Sara."

She returned the album to the table and took his hand. "For what?"

He took a deep breath and gently squeezed her hand. "I...uh...I'm drunk...I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?"

He looked at her briefly before releasing her hand and slowly standing. He picked up his glass and staggered into the kitchen, letting the glass drop into the sink. She quietly followed him, pulling out the chair across from him as he slumped into a chair at the table.

"Gil...honey, talk to me."

"It's been forty years", he said slowly.

She reached across the table and took his hand. He looked at her through his glassy eyes. Even through his intoxication, he was able to read her silent question. "Since...uh...since my...father...left us."

She squeezed his hand and rubbed her thumb across his palm. "I was...6 years old. Mom couldn't hear anymore...and he left me...us. He just left." He lifted his eyes to see her tears. "He...couldn't deal with Mom's...disability. He said that I...I would be deaf one day too...he didn't want a deaf child or a deaf wife. So...he left."

A single tear escaped his eye, but his voice didn't falter. "Forty years...and now his only child is slowly going deaf."

"Gil...look at me." She waited until his eyes met hers. She gently ran her fingers through his hair. "You know I'll never leave you."

He bit his lip and took a deep breath. "Sara...our children..."

She quietly interrupted him. "Will be beautiful...will be loved unconditionally...will always have us."

He smiled at her, wishing that he hadn't had so much to drink. "I love you Sara."

She stood up and took two steps to stand beside him. Leaning down, she gently kissed his cheek. "I love you too." She took his hand. "Come on...let's go to bed."

He nodded slowly and stood, allowing her to help him to the bedroom.

She was able to get him undressed rather easily and settled him in the bed. She removed her own clothes and slid in beside of him.

She kissed his lips tenderly and curled up in his arms, placing her arm over him protectively.

"Sara?"

She looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"I know I'm drunk...and I know what you'll probably say..." He sighed lightly and ran his fingers through her hair. "Will you make love with me?"

She shifted slightly and propped herself up on her elbow. "Gil..."

"Sara...I need you...I need you to make love with me...please..."

His hands clumsily wrapped around her waist and pulled her on top of him. "Please, Sara..."

She leaned down to kiss him. She could taste the alcohol on his tongue. She could feel him slowly growing underneath her. She knew this wasn't the perfect situation for them to be making love...but she also knew that he needed reassurance. And...it wasn't like she had never had sex with a drunken man before. But...this was different. She wasn't in love with the ones before...she was in love with Gil.

She moved her mouth to his neck, letting her tongue gently lick his flesh. Her battle within herself was still going on strong. His arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her against his chest. His trembling fingers gently caressed her back. He moved his head slightly, sucking her earlobe into his mouth. His hands slowly moved to her ass, kneading her flesh. She rocked her hips subconsciously against him. He moaned lightly into her ear.

"Sara...you feel...so good...I love you...so much."

She felt his erection pressing against her. She raised her hips slightly, allowing him to enter her. She moaned softly as he slid against her inner wall. His hands moved to her hips as his eyes closed. He could feel his pain slowly leave his heart as she gently moved against him.

"Gil...um..."

"Sara...I'm so...sorry...oh..."

Her mouth covered his, her tongue lovingly caressing his. She felt him swell inside of her and she quickened her strokes...urging him to come. Surprisingly, she felt her own orgasm building.

His hands moved back to her ass as he thrust his hips against her. "Gil...oh...I...so close...Gil...so close..."

His hand gently moved to caress her breast. He swallowed hard, trying to find his breath. They cried out in unison as their orgasms crashed over them. He held her tightly to his chest as he slipped out of her.

She placed a gentle kiss on his neck before moving off of him and curling up beside of him. His arms encircled her. She heard his breath catch in his chest.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded slowly. "Thank you."

She smiled lightly, her heart still aching for him. "You never have to thank me for loving you, Gil."

He pressed his lips against her forehead and pulled her closer.

Quickly, he fell into an alcohol-induced sleep.

She gently caressed his face and ran her fingers through his soft curls. She laid there for hours...just watching him sleep.

Eventually, exhaustion lured her into her own slumber.

Part XXXVIII

He awoke to a sun-filled room. He blinked his eyes slowly, waiting for the pain to hit. Oddly enough, it didn't. He was surprised, considering the amount of alcohol he had ingested the night before. He rolled his head to the left and frowned...she wasn't there. He worried that maybe last night he had pushed her into doing something she really didn't want. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to do the same for her, if the situations were reversed. He'd feel that he would be taking advantage of her. He sighed heavily and eased out of bed.

He found her in the kitchen, humming softly to herself and staring intently at the toaster. He stood and watched her for a few moments, trying to find the right words to say.

Softly he spoke. "Hey."

She flinched slightly, clearly startled. She turned to look at him. He noticed with relief that she was smiling. "Good afternoon."

He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. "What are you doing?"

The toaster clicked. She turned from his gaze briefly to place two pieces of toast on a plate. "Making you some toast."

She turned back to him. "How do you feel?"

He smiled, then averted his eyes to the window. "Fine...it's a beautiful day..."

She placed the plate on the table and poured him a cup of coffee. "Yes it is...no headache?"

He shook his head slowly, pulling the chair out and sitting down. "No...really, I feel fine."

She smiled warmly at him at sat down beside of him. She noticed his eyes surveying the table. "Need anything?"

He grinned at her. "Um...jelly?"

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Wasn't sure if you'd be able to handle jelly today..." She stood and walked back to the refrigerator, grabbing the bottle of his favorite breakfast condiment and placing it before him.

He waited for her to sit back down. He spread the jelly across the toast, and softly cleared his throat. He looked back into her eyes and took a deep breath. "Sara...I'm sorry about last night."

She gently rubbed the back of his head. "It's okay...you were upset, I understand that. You just worried me at first. I've never come home to you as...intoxicated...as you were last night."

He tilted his head back towards her hand, enjoying the feel of her fingers in his hair. He sighed. "I'm sorry about that too...but I was talking about...after we went to bed."

"Gil..."

He began to slowly shake his head. "No...I pressured you into something you didn't really want. I'm so sorry, Sara."

"You didn't..."

He turned his head to look at her.

"You needed reassurance last night. I wanted to...reassure you. You don't need to worry about me leaving. I needed to show that to you."

He swallowed nervously and raised his hand to her cheek. "I love you."

She smiled and leaned into him. "I love you too." She placed a tender kiss on his lips. "Now...eat your toast."

He smiled and took a bite. He chewed slowly and swallowed before looking back at her. "I'll make it up to you."

She grinned at him and ran her fingers through his hair. "Oh...I know you will."

He blushed lightly and finished his toast.

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He took a quick shower as she washed the dishes. He rested his hands against the wall under the showerhead and tilted his head down, allowing the hot water to flow down his back. He breathed deeply as he felt the tension leave his body. He silently cursed his father one last time as he felt his remaining pain slowly release him.

He raised his head and smiled, thankful that Sara understood. He still didn't feel right about what had happened, but he did promise that he'd make it up to her. A promise he fully intended to keep.

He rinsed the remaining shampoo from his hair and turned off the water. He didn't even bother to dry off. Instead, choosing to just wrap the towel around his wet body. He grinned as he left the bathroom in search of her.

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He found her in the bedroom, tucking the clean sheets around the mattress. He went to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into his chest.

"Gil!! You're wet!"

He laughed and kissed her neck. "Mm-hm...are you?"

She turned in his arms and grinned at him. "Not yet."

His fingers brushed through her hair. "Well...maybe I can change that..."

She licked the water drops from his chest. "I'm sure you can."

She leaned back in his arms and pulled her shirt over her head. His hands settled on the small of her back as he bent his head slightly and pressed his lips against her throat. She shivered lightly as a drop of water fell from his hair and landed on her chest. His mouth followed the drop as it gently rolled down her breast.

She gasped as his tongue teased her nipple before gently sucking it into his mouth. His hand moved to her other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and index finger. She tried to pull the towel from him, but he wouldn't move. She settled for wrapping his wet curls around her fingers and holding him tightly to her...for the time being.

He gently moved forwards, pushing her backwards, towards the bed. Feeling the mattress touch her legs, she quickly pulled from him and sat down...taking the opportunity to jerk the towel from him. She dropped the damp towel to the floor and grasped his hips tightly. She looked up at him and smiled briefly before hungrily engulfing him.

His hands landed on her shoulders. He watched her lips leisurely slide back and forth, slowly taking his entire length into her mouth. His eyes closed and he moaned as her hand cupped his testicles and gently squeezed them. His hands tightened their hold on her shoulders as he slowly began to thrust into her mouth.

She pulled off of him and looked up at him, smiling as she placed a gentle kiss on the glans. He returned her smile as she scooted back to the middle of the bed. He climbed onto the mattress and knelt beside of her. He moved over her and hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties.

He gazed into her eyes as he slowly slid them down her legs and tossed them in the floor. Lowering his head to her, he smiled as her body arched to his tongue. He teased her, flicking his tongue across her clit until she was moaning. He allowed his tongue to enter her, quickly plunging into her. He continued his assault until he heard the words from her.

"Oh...God...please..."

He smiled and quickly made his way up her body, planting kisses here and there on her skin. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and moaned as she sucked it greedily. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she pushed him over, rolling him onto his back.

She quickly impaled herself on him, bringing a rumbling groan from him. His hands held her hips, rising and falling with her as she rode him.

His head fell back against the pillows and he licked his lips. His eyes flew open when she suddenly stopped her movements. Puzzled, he looked at her.

"Phone..."

"Machine...will get...it..." He failed to see the mischief in her eyes.

"Answer it...could be...important."

He looked at pleadingly.

"Go on..."

He sighed heavily, trying to control his breathing. He blindly reached for the phone on the nightstand.

He took a deep breath. "Grissom..."

"Hey, Griss...it's Catherine."

"Hey..." His eyes widened as Sara slowly began to grind against him.

His hand flew to her hip, trying to hold her still but she was having none of it. He bit his lip to stifle his moan. He was vaguely aware that Catherine was rambling on about something.

"What?" His hand moved from her hip and grasped the sheet tightly as he thrust against her.

"Do you think you could bring it to work tonight?"

Sara quickened her motion, grinning widely as he held the phone away from his ear. He moaned lightly, before remembering that Catherine had just asked a question.

He pulled the phone back to his ear.

"Griss?"

"Yeah..."

"Did you hear me?"

"Uh...no...I...I didn't..." It wasn't a lie.

"I asked if you could bring it to work tonight..."

"Oh...uh...yeah...sure."

"Okay, thanks."

"Uh-huh...anything else?"

"No...that's it...I'll see you tonight."

"Okay, bye."

He quickly hung the phone up and tossed it on the bed.

***

Catherine hung up the phone on her end...wondering briefly if she had interrupted something. She shook her head, dismissing the thought, and continued the process of making Lindsey's dinner.

***

Sara was giggling, thinking the entire situation was much funnier than he obviously did.

He quickly grabbed her and flipped her over so that he was on top of her. "Evil...evil woman..."

He increased the force of his strokes, slamming against her. When her giggles quickly turned into moans...he smiled. She screamed his name as her orgasm overtook her. He leaned down and gently bit her shoulder as he came inside of her.

They held each other for a few moments before he repositioned himself beside her. When their breathing had calmed enough for them to speak, Sara turned to him and smiled.

"Who was on the phone?"

"Huh? Oh...Catherine."

Another giggle escaped her lips. "What did she want?"

"For me to bring something to work tonight."

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "What does she want you to bring?"

He laughed. "I...uh...I have no idea..."

Their laughter filled the bedroom.

Part XXXIX

The ride to work was a quiet one. A little too quiet for her liking.

"Gil?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her. "Yeah?"

"Something wrong?"

He smiled sheepishly. "No...I was just trying to figure out how to tell Catherine that I have no idea what she wanted me to bring without her figuring out what was going on..."

She giggled lightly. "Well...you could tell her that you just forgot..."

He gave her a sideways glance and smirked. "Uh-huh, I'm sure that would work."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Or...I could ask her..."

His eyes squinted in concentration. "Yeah...but why wouldn't I tell you?"

She thought for a moment. "Well...I was in the shower, and it slipped your mind?"

He nodded slowly. "It could work..."

He pulled into his parking space and killed the engine. His fingers tapped nervously on the steering wheel.

She shook her head lightly and touched his arm. "Come on...we'll play it by ear..."

"Sara...I don't play things by ear...I have to have everything planned...you know that."

She grinned at him. "You don't plan everything...I know that...and besides, do you have a better idea?"

He sighed heavily, shaking his head. "No..."

"So, come on."

He chuckled nervously and opened the car door.

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He quickly handed out the assignments, putting Sara and Catherine with him. So far, so good, he thought to himself. He excused himself from the room, using a quick meeting with Brass as his reason.

"I'll catch up with you two in a few minutes, okay?"

Sara nodded. "Sure, you know where we'll be."

He turned and quickly began walking down the hall. He stopped when he heard Catherine's voice.

"Grissom?"

He turned to look at her, with a mock-puzzled look on his face. Sara was able to stifle the laugh. He stood there for a moment, just looking at Catherine. "Damn...I forgot...I'm sorry, Catherine."

His eyes shifted to Sara. "Sara, can you stop by the house later?"

She nodded, feigning confusion. "Sure...why?"

He began walking backwards down the hall. "I was supposed to bring something to Catherine tonight...I forgot all about it."

"Okay...no problem...what is it?"

He quickly turned the corner, avoiding the question successfully.

Sara turned to Catherine and laughed lightly. "What was he supposed to bring?"

Catherine rolled her eyes. "I asked him if I could borrow one of his textbooks...I'm helping Lindsey with a class project on ladybugs." She chuckled and turned to Sara. "You know, sometimes I think he'd forget his head if it wasn't attached."

Sara laughed loudly and began walking down the hall. She smiled to herself. They had actually pulled it off this time.

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Grissom arrived at the scene a few minutes after Sara and Catherine. He quickly walked up to them, pulling on his gloves. He looked at Sara and smiled when she nodded slightly. Breathing a sigh of relief, he got to work.

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It had been a very long night. All Sara wanted to do was go home and climb into bed. She was exhausted and her muscles were aching. Greg finally had the DNA analysis finished, now she needed to find Grissom. She glanced at her watch. No wonder she was tired...they were already an hour late leaving.

She bumped into Grissom as he was leaving Trace. Looking down at her hands and seeing the folder she was carrying, he smiled. "Finally..."

She sighed heavily. "Yeah...Greg was pretty backed up tonight. Are you finished?"

He nodded. "Yeah, until tonight. Ready to go home?"

"More than ready...I'm exhausted."

They walked towards his office, discussing the case, when Ecklie rounded the corner.

He smirked smugly at them. "Well, if it isn't the reigning King and Queen of Graveyard."

Grissom stopped and glared at him. "And that's supposed to mean what, Conrad?"

He chuckled. Grissom fought the urge to hit him. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?"

Grissom continued his glare. "What?"

"The two of you...your upcoming nuptials? You can't hide something like that forever, you know..."

Grissom took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. "We weren't hiding anything...we just didn't see that it was any of your business."

He shifted his eyes towards Sara. "You know...you could've done much better."

Grissom gently took hold of Sara's elbow as she attempted to take a step forward. He could hold her arm, but he couldn't hold her mouth.

"Ecklie...you know, I've really been meaning to thank you."

His eyes narrowed in confusion. "Oh? For what?"

She crossed her arms across her chest and stared at him. "For being such an ass."

Ecklie's jaw dropped slightly. Grissom cleared his throat softly, successfully suppressing the laugh.

"Excuse me?"

She nodded quickly. "Yeah...I mean, if you weren't such an ass then you wouldn't have received a bomb threat."

She watched his face turn red as she continued. "And if the unit hadn't been shut down for that night then our relationship may not have happened." She could see the anger in Ecklie's eyes. "So...thank you for being an ass."

She turned her head towards Grissom and smiled. "You ready to go home?"

He smiled widely at her and nodded. They walked briskly past Ecklie towards the door. "Have a good day, Conrad."

Ecklie stormed to his office, muttering lowly to himself.

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He opened the car door for her and smiled as she climbed in. He shut the door and quickly walked to his side. Climbing in, he looked at her and grinned.

She met his eyes and smiled. "Sorry about that."

He laughed. "Don't be...I thought you were great."

She breathed deeply and took his hand. "He just pisses me off, you know?"

He nodded, his grin widening. She tilted her head, confusion showing in her eyes. "What?"

"You were wrong..."

"Huh?"

"You were wrong...you said that our relationship might not have happened." He licked his lips and leaned into her. "It just might not have started that night." He traced her lips with his tongue before kissing her.

Her hand squeezed his thigh as she responded to his kiss. Sighing happily against his mouth, she opened her eyes. "Can we go home now?"

He smiled and touched his lips to hers once more. "Yeah."

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