Acquired Knowledge

"Acquired Knowledge"
Author: Poppie.
Pairing: Grissom and Sara.
Rating: R (for sexual content.)
Chapters: 1/8
Disclaimer: please don't sue I know they aren’t mine,mores the pity;I'm only borrowing them for a page or two.

Summary: Grissom went to San Francisco to share his knowledge as an authority in Entomology. He saw her the first day and answered her questions. He talked with her the second and offered her more,by the third day she was teaching him.


Day 6: San Francisco,1999

Placing his hand on her lower back, Dr Gilbert Grissom guided the young woman through the door of his hotel room, the thud of the door closing to Grissom sounded like a hammer colliding with the head of a nail, this the last nail in the coffin of his desire for her.

This would put a stop to all the fantasies and all the desires and wants that had invaded his thoughts, he knew the course of actions of the last few days could only lead to one place, a place he couldn't travel, not with her. He had to empty her from his thoughts he needed to free himself from needing her.

His thoughts were yanked back to the present when the woman placed her hands on his chest and as she spread them apart, removing his jacket. She spoke in whispers, words filled with promises of a night of passion unlike anything he ever felt before, he wanted to stop her almost immediately but he had to do this, he had to banish Sara’s face from his mind.

Grissom’s passion had turned to anger in a flash, he was angry at himself for all the moments of closeness he’d shared with her, for all the times he let his eyes rest upon he figure as she unknowingly seduced him. Yes, he could do this now driven by anger driven by a need, not of climax but of a force to rip her from his mind.

The woman now had completely undressed his torso and had begun licking and playfully biting down on his bare chest. Forcing the woman against the wall in hallway of his suite, Grissom’s anger overcame him as he attacked her neck biting hard while one of his hands pinned hers above her head.

He let his other hand glide over her body and ignored the small cries the emanated from her slight frame. He ground himself against her as he reached down to move his hand under the skirt of her dress. This would free him; he thought, as he tried to keep his thoughts focused on his actions.


Sara’s face kept forcing its way into his thoughts. The more he tried to push her out the more she invaded him. He could remember touching her for the first time feeling her lips on his, so soft and beautiful her taste lingering upon his lips. He couldn’t bear to think about it, and with renewed force he plundered his companions mouth.

He forced his tongue into her invading, with no feeling, attacking the scrap of lace the covered her sex he tore it from her body, releasing a scream from the pinned woman. Grissom’s arousal continually grinding into the woman’s thigh. He released her hands and told her to hold them there. She did as she was told not budging and inch.

Grissom undid his button and shoved his pants and boxers down taking out the small packet he tore the foil and in one fluid motion sheathed himself in latex.
He pushed up her dress exposing her sex and without any warning or foreplay he placed his hands around her back and slid them down taking her buttocks in hand and lifting her just enough to drive himself into her. His body was crushing her as he pounded into her again and again.

The woman lost in moans and grunts egging him on wanting more, pleading for him to take her harder. He complied like a man possessed, not with a need to fulfil her, but to fulfil his own need, a need to push the completeness he’d felt in this last week away, to distance him from all the touches and smiles they’d exchanged.

NO… NO… He wouldn’t let this happen he couldn’t, it wouldn’t work, she had proved that earlier that day. Sara wanted more than he could give, more than he’d ever given any woman. He knew that if he had given in to his desires, that he’d end up destroying her with his selfishness and he couldn‘t do that to her. She deserved so much more than that.

Yet even now as his body found its release, his thoughts were on her and how her skin had felt under his hand. How her soft lips felt on his neck. The way she moaned into his mouth as his hand found her breast. The feeling of her body against his. The rush of emotion as she took his arousal in her hand .These memories sent a surge of lust and passion through his body and straight to his centre.

The guttural cry of her name as he climaxed over took him stirred him back to his senses. His mind was always fighting a losing battle and he knew it. Slumping against the slim figure of his partner he stayed motionless, almost afraid to move, waiting for the inevitable shame to course through him.

“Are you okay Sweetie” She asked slightly pushing his shoulders off her chest.

“I’m fine” he replied breathless but with no emotion.

Grissom stood up fully and backed away from her, the shame of his actions spread across his face. Pulling his pants up he fumbled with his button.

“It’s okay Sugar, everything is fine, just try to relax, and do you want a drink or something?”

The woman’s voice was cool and calm and it was then that it hit Grissom, it had meant nothing to her either. Grissom strode over and picked up his coat he plucked his wallet from the inside pocket and pulled out some cash. The woman was adjusting her dress back into its normal position, when she saw his actions. She knew what he was doing, it wasn’t the first time she’d seen this sort of anger. A fight with someone special or a break up, she thought to herself as she took the money from his grasp.

“Thanks, do you mind if I fix myself up a bit before I go?” she asked already walking into the suites bathroom.

“No, go ahead” he said unable to look at her.

Grissom wished she’d leave he was ashamed and regretting his actions and the longer she was there the worse he felt. It was only when the bathroom door closed that he heard the light knock on the hotel room door. Fear gripped him, frozen to the spot he held his breath, it could only be one person.

He had wanted her to come to him like this; he’d played it out in his head so many times in the last week. What she would be wearing, what she’d say, how she would react when he touched her, would she kiss him? Would the kiss be as electric as the first time he kissed her? Now she stood on the other side of his door and he felt so ashamed of himself that he couldn’t breathe.


“Hey, Doc are you in there?” Sara’s voice was filled with nerves.

She knocked again this time a little harder.

“It’s me; it’s Sara, I… I just wanted to talk to you… please open the door, I think we should talk about this morning.”

Sara’s voice giving away the emotion she was carrying. Sara placed her ear to the door listening for any sense that there was someone inside. Deciding he wasn’t in Sara’s thoughts began to sort through the places he could be. She retraced their steps over the week revisiting all the places they had been and the moments they had shared together. She smiled as the memories flowed through her. Sara decided to wait in the hotel lounge. She would leave him a message at reception to say were she was waiting, hoping that he would want to see her.

It was just about then that Grissom’s bathroom door swung open and the patron within entered the room smiling and scanning for her client.

“Damn Sweetie, you could live in that bathroom, it’s bigger than my apartment.” she stopped when she saw Grissom’s face. She noticed he hadn’t moved since she had left him. The blood had drained from his face and he looked like he was going to be sick.

“What’s wrong sugar, are you okay?” her voice filled with a mixture of concern for him but mostly for herself. It wasn’t the first time a trick had turned bad, she started to head toward the door ready for a quick exit.

Watching the direction she was going in shook Grissom out of his frozen like state. He didn’t speak he slowly lifted his finger to his lips indicating for her to be quiet. And pointed toward the door.

Sara heard a women’s voice from the other side of Grissom’s door a painful stab hit her gut, he was in there and he wasn’t alone. Sara knocked again and called out to him.

“Doc is that you?” Her voice a little louder than it should have been.

“Oh… she wants to make up huh?” The nameless woman was whispering now. Realising what was happening.

“Dr Grissom are you in there?” Sara’s tone had changed from nervousness to annoyance.

Not a sound came from within the room; Sara waited and listened for a further few minutes, he wouldn’t do that, not the man she had come to know over the last week and certainly not after this morning, would he?”

“Doc, are you in there?” Sara clearly agitated now.

With still no reply she knocked again. Her voice shaking as she tried to call to him.

“Please… Gil… ” Sara choked on his name. Tears had formed in her dark eyes, remembering how she had used it that morning, how happy she was. She placed a hand on his closed door and pressed against the wood as if it where his body.

“I don’t understand” she said leaning against the door her voice barely above a whisper but clear enough to be heard on the other side. Then with no sound she turned and walked down the hotel corridor the welled up tears fell freely down her face.

Grissom waited and listened, breathing a sigh of relief as he heard her leave. Her foot steps became fainter as she walked away.

“So that was a close one huh?” the woman said as she smoothed out the imaginary creases in her skirt. Her loud brash tone, shattering the moment.

“I would be grateful if you would leave now thank you.” Grissom’s voice was low and shaking. He wouldn’t make eye contact with her. His guilt had begun to choke him; he was losing the battle with his emotions.

“Sure sugar, no problem, thanks for the party, maybe I’ll see you again sometime.” she said as she blew him a kiss and with that she was gone.

Grissom closed the door quietly and leaned his head against the wood, lost in his own shame and despair he sank to the floor.

“Oh Sara… I’m so sorry” his voice only heard by the emptiness of his room.