Watching You

Watching You
Chapter 2

Officer Chad Fuller greeted the duo as they entered the Alamo police station.
"Sara, Sara Sidle, OH MY GOD," the twentysomething officer said as he grabbed
Sara up in a full hug, lifting her feet off the ground.
Grissom was taken aback, first of all he wondered how in the hell Sara would
know some jocked up cop in a small town like this and secondly he was miffed
by the officer's apparent lack of professionalism.
"Chad, damn boy it's been what eleven, twelve years?"
'Someone she knew from Harvard,' Grissom surmised, 'Fuller, Fuller,' to say that
it hit him like a ton of bricks would be cliche and a bit of an understatement
but all at once Grissom put two and two together and he didn't like the outcome.
"So, I take it this is Ken's brother or cousin?" Grissom asked.
Sara was shocked speechless. The only time she had mentioned Ken Fuller
to Grissom was on the airplane case, when they were processing the bathroom.
He really did pay attention to her sometimes. 'Guess that got his attention. Probably
worried he can't keep up with my sexual hijinks,' Sara decided and filed this information
away in the little file labled "Grissom's insecurities" that she kept in the back of
her mind.
"You know my brother, Sir?" Chad asked.
"Grissom, and no, I mean Sara, uh, mentioned him, once er, or twice," Grissom stammered.
"So, Kenny musta made quite and impression on you, Sara"
"He was a good guy, we had good times so how is he?" She asked.
"He settled down in Boston, married Kelly MacDonald, they got three kids, two boys and
a hellion of a girl."
Sara smiled. It was always a little disconcerting to hear how all her old friends had
lives including two car garages, 2.2 kids, and a cocker spaniel. It pissed her off
that she only wanted someone to share her life with and she couldn't even achieve that.
"I can't believe you of all people ended up in law enforcement, I always figured I go
back for homecoming and you'd be chair of the physics department or even better Dean of
the College of Science,"
"Well, I met someone very special who showed me that I could take all of my knowledge
and put it to something useful, like helping put away criminals. It doesn't hurt that
I get to remain a student perpetually. See, Chad that is the great thing about forensics
there is always something knew to learn, everyday. It never gets old. You know I have
always been a student at heart."
"Wow, Sara you've really grown up. I expected your old trademark saying."
"Shit happens, life's a bitch, and then you die," they said in unison.
Grissom was oblivious to the last remark he was still hung on, 'someone very special'
she had to have been talking about him, he had been the one to introduce her to forensics.
Until that moment, Gil Grissom had never taken the time to look at how much he had
dictated the course of Sara's life. She had left a promising career in physics to join
him in his gruesome world. He knew she was a student at heart that was part of what he
loved about her. He wondered if he were to give in to her if she would approach getting
to know him with the same diligence and enthusiasm as she did everything else. Of course she
would, but he feared once she had learned all there was to know about him, she would
lose interest. Maybe he was wrong, maybe there would be something new everyday, just like
with forensics. He had to quit thinking about this. He had to work.
"So, Chad, Think you could take us to the crime scene?"
"No Sir, I can't do that, that would be Bob's case, don't want to go stepping on anyone's toes,
but I'll be glad to show you to him," Chad answered as he led them down the hallway.

After introductions were made, Chad excused himself giving Sara his business card, "Give me a
call before you leave, if you get a chance, if not email me when you get back to Vegas. I
don't want to lose touch."
"Sure thing." Sara waved as Chad left Detective Bob Barker's office. Sara had barely been
able to control her giggles when Chad had introduced the detective. She didn't want to insult
the man or piss Grissom off, after all they did have to drive back to Vegas together.

Det. Barker reluctantly escorted the two CSI's to the scence. He explained to Grissom that the
body was already at the morgue and that the bugs had been logged into evidence.
"I just want to get a feel of the scene, it would really be helpful, if it's too much trouble,
you can draw us a map and CSI Sidle and I can find it on our own."
"No, no trouble," he grumbled.

Two hours later, Grissom informed the staff of the Alamo PD that he was afriad that his expertise
would probably be of no service to them because the bugs hadn't been properly cared for, most had
died and therefore had not reached maturation. There was no way he was going to be able to get an
accurate timeline. They thanked him for coming and apologized for lack of education in entomology.

"Well, that was a complete waste of time," Grissom said as he got in the driver's seat.
"Not entirely," Sara answered as she saw Chad's cruiser pulling into the station.
"Do you want me to give you a minute to say goodbye," Grissom asked.
"No, I don't intend on saying goodbye, I think I'll email him when I get home."
The trip home was made in silence.

Sara's Apartment
10:18 AM

Sara saw the yellow notice taped to her door as she was ascending the stairwell to her apartment.
"What now?" She muttered. Using her right hand to work the key into the lock, she ripped the
notice off of the door with her left hand. "Bugs, great, you gotta be kiddin' me," she said
shaking her head at the news. This meant she wasn't going to be able to get any sleep
this afternoon. Sara entered the tiny apartment and looked around trying to decide what
to start with. She mulled it over a few seconds but hunger won out. She quickly threw
together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and poured herself a glass of milk. She tried
to think about anything but the way Grissom had acted on their trip back to Vegas. But it didn't
work, the harder she tried to think of anything else, the more vivid the images of him came. She
wondered if he were jealous of Chad. As much as she didn't want to hurt him, there was a place
inside of her that got a little thrill over the thought of Grissom having a possessive nature.
She was probably reading way to much into his silence on the return trip. He was probably just
too tired and pissed at the waste of time. He just didn't feel like talking. 'When did he
ever feel like talking?'

After finishing her sandwich and milk, Sara began to empty her cabinets in preparation for the
exterminators. Her apartment was so tiny that it didn't take the rest of her afternoon as she
had first expected it would. In fact everything was pulled out of the cabinets, boxed up, or
covered with a sheet in and hour and a half. The only thing left uncovered was her bed.
She had taken the time to set out not only her bed clothes but also the clothes she would be
wearing to work that night. Satisfied that everything was in order she headed to the bathroom
to take a shower. She longed for a tub but the small apartment only offered a stand up shower.
It was practicle, really all she needed but she missed sinking into a tub full of hot water.
In San Fran her apartment had a huge tub. After particularly hard cases she would submerge
herself in the water and it felt like a lover's warm embrace, reminding her that the world would
go on and ensuring her that she had done all that she could do. A shower just didn't offer
that kind of intimacy. Showers and intimacy. She thought of Hank. She remembered once he had
asked her to do it in the shower. She declined. He pouted. She hadn't been sure that the
shower would even be big enough for two people but she knew one thing for certain, there was only
one person with whom she would want to try and squeeze herself into the tiled tomb.

Sex with Hank hadn't been all that. In fact Sara couldn't say that sex ever had been all that.
She had no problem reaching an orgasm by herself but throw another person under the sheets
and it was like she couldn't do anything. It wasn't that it didn't feel good, it was just that
it was like climbing a mountain but never quite reaching the pinnacle. For a while she had considered
that maybe she was a lesbian or at least bisexual. After a night with Marcy Hankley she realized
that it wasn't the sex of her partner, it was just something within her that wouldn't allow her to let
go. She liked to think that it would be different with Grissom. She had her hardest most intense
orgasms while fantasizing about him. Just the thought of running her fingers through his iron grey
curls left her hot and moist.
"Fuck the shower," Sara cursed and headed for her bed. She reached beneath the bed and fished out her
little treasure shoe box. She eyed her various toys and selected the hard plastic model with a Cyber
Skin sheath. She sat the dildo along with her warming jelly on the bed-side table. She quickly
shimmied out of her clothes and found a comfortable position on her bed. The morning sun filtered in
through her yellow curtains and warmed her skin. She closed her eyes and imagined Grissom's hands
kissing her body with feather light touches. Sara brought her left hand to her mouth and wetted her
index and middle fingers. Her slick digits felt good tugging at her now erect nipples. God, how she
longed for the wetness of his mouth there. How she craved the feel of his fingers stroking her cleft
and them pushing themselves deep inside her. Sara's right hand made its way to the juncture at her thighs.
She stroked her pussy a couple of times and decided that she was wet enough to accomodate her waiting shaft.
She grabbed the toy in her left hand and dropped a couple of drops of the warming gel onto it. She pressed
it at her entrance as she pretended he was over her, poised to enter her. The cock slid into her welcoming
wetness. It was the smallest model the store had carried in the Cyber Skin but it stretched her underused
muscles making her feel completely full. Sara continued to think of Grissom stroking her, kissing her,
sucking her, fucking her, until she could feel herself relaxing around the toy.
She began to pump the pecker in and out of in a slow motion at first but it wasn't long before the pace
quickened. She brought her other hand down to her swollen nub and let it join in the dance. She could
almost hear him whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she came, her vaginal walls gripping the plastic
prick savagely. A few minutes later Sara had gathered her masterbation paraphernalia and started her shower.

10:48 PM
Crime Lab

"Sara, I would let you stay with me, except, I sleep on my couch as it is,'
I haven't got any where to put you. Unless of course you want to sleep on
top of me. I wouldn't object," Greg teased Sara.
Grissom had entered the conference room in time to hear Greg's remarks.
"It's okay Greg, Vegas has plenty of hotels, I might even be able to get a
discount since I work for the sheriff."
"What's going on Sara?" Grissom asked.
"Nothing, I just, my apartment is being sprayed."
"Poor bugs," Grissom sympathized with his crawling friends.
"Poor me, I am the one who is going to have to sleep on nasty hotel
sheets. You know what is all over them as well as I do."
"Stay with me." The words had left Grissom's mouth before he had had
time to process the thought.
"What?" Sara and Greg questioned in unison.
"I said, Sara can stay with me. I have a spare bedroom you know."
"Are you sure you don't mind?" Sara was suprised by Grissom's offer
but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, besides this was
Grissom and she relished any time she got to spend with him at work much
less away from work.
"Absolutely," he said trying to sound more confident than he felt. He
reached for his keyring. "In fact here is the key to my place. Just head
there when you finish shift."
"What if you leave before me?"
"I have a spare set in my desk, go ahead take them."
Now Sara was really shocked. Grissom had not only allowed her to stay with
him, he was giving her the freedom to come and go through his private quarters
at her own will.

As Sofia sauntered flirtily into the break room, Grissom began handing out
assignments. "Sara, you take Greg, liquor store knocked over on Maple. Sofia,
db at the Rampart, Brass says looks like suicide. I'll be in my office if anyone
needs me," Grissom handed them their files and headed for his office. He had to
figure out when his mouth had joined his the rest of his body in the betrayal of
his mind.