Unbelievably Unbearable

Grissom sat fuming in his Denali. His lap was still soaked.
He had left the diner with the full intent of going home and
going to bed. He had, however, ended up at Sara's apartment.
Now if he could just get the courage up to confront her.
It was obvious now to Grissom that Sara had thought that
he and Sofia were on a date. He thought to himself that
that couldn't be further from the truth. But even if
they had been, Sara still didn't have any right to be pissed.
After all she is the one who had walked into the diner
hand in hand with Greg.

Maybe Sofia had been right. Maybe Greg and Sara were
better suited to each other. If nothing else, he thought,
the little incident in the diner showed that she was as
completely juvenile as the spiked head menace. The words
of Conrad Ecklie echoed in his mind, "She's a loose canon with a gun
and she's all yours."

He knew he needed to make a decision to either go up and talk
to her or go the hell home. He had been sitting there for seven
minutes. He had turned the dial to some public radio station.
The sounds of Mozart filled the cab. After taking one last swig
of coffee he left the the safety of his SUV to face the dragon
lady of death.

Sara heard the light knocking on the door and knew it could
only be one person. "Not now, Greg, I am so not in the mood
for company." The knocking got louder. "Go away, Greg, I am
not kidding."
Grissom could hear her from the other side of the door but
continued pounding anyway.
Sara was getting pissed. Why didn't Greg just go the fuck away.
She knew his intentions were good, but dammit she didn't want to
think about Grissom right now. Well, that wasn't entirely true.
She had been thinking about nothing else since leaving the diner
but she didn't want a shoulder to cry on. At least not Greg's.
The pounding continued.
"Look, Greg,' she started as she headed for the door, "I don't
feel like explaining my actions right now. Let's just say I'm
tired of Grissom jerking my chain. I mean everyone knows how I
feel about him and yet he continues to deny me while he acts like
a horny teenaged boy around that slut." Sara opened the door to
find a very confused looking Grissom.

Is that what she thought about him? That he had been turned
on by Sofia. That he had been running around like some dog
with his tongue hanging out. Well that was proposterous. He
had no interest whatsoever in Sofia Curtis. He just hated to
lose a good CSI. Yes, he had known Sofia was flirty. Hell,
he would have to of been blind not to notice that. But come
to think of it he had never looked at it through Sara's eyes.
'Damn, she does have a point,' he thought.

"Grissom, oh my god, I, I,"
"Thought, I was Greg, I know. Can I come in?"
"No."
"What, okay, then we can talk in the hallway if you like
because I'm not leaving until I've had my say."
Sara leaned against her doorframe denying him entrance
into her personal sanctuary. "Fine, spill it."
"I'm sorry."
Did he just apologize? No, she must have misunderstood. Gil
Grissom just didn't make it a point to apologize. There is
no way he came over here to apologize she thought.
"Okay, is that all?"
"No, in fact, I didn't come here to apologize at all."
"I knew it."
"Let me finish, I came here with the intent of letting you
have a piece of my mind. But I hadn't looked at this
through your eyes. I am sorry, if you thought I had any
personal feelings towards Sofia. I didn't intend for
you to think that or her for that matter. Look, Sara,
I'm not good with relationships. I knew she was flirty
but so is Catherine and she's never propositioned me."
"What, Sofia propositioned you?"
"Yes, Sara, this morning I asked her to the diner because
she is considering leaving the lab."
"Why didn't you just send her a plant?" Sara snarked.
Grissom rolled his eyes. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Stop it, Sara, I wanted to see if I could convince her to stay
because we are short staffed as it is and like her or not
even you can't deny that she is a good CSI."
Sara shook her head knowingly.
"Anyway, it turned out that she had already made up her mind
about leaving. She asked me to sleep with her."
Sara was floored. She couldn't believe Grissom was being so open
and honest with her. Maybe she should let him in. She reached down
and took his left hand in hers. She smiled as she noticed his
thumb was absentmindedly doing his little rub dance of the inside
of his ring finger. She wondered if Grissom did this subconsciously
because he longed for a wedding ring there. Probably just wishful
thinking on her part, oh well.

Grissom didn't resist as her slender fingers enclosed his much thicker
ones. He felt her tug him into her apartment.
"So, you told her no?"
"Of, course, I said no. Sara, I don't make a habit of having one
night stands."
"Okay, I am sorry."
"You're sorry for dumping the water in my lap?"
"That and also for the horny teenager remark."
She led him over to her couch. Grissom took a seat. But he didn't want
to let her hand go so he gently closed his free hand over their
entwined hands and pulled her onto the couch with him. They were
sitting close facing each other. Sara was getting very nervous.
"Now, I have a question for you, Sara."
"Okay," she didn't have any secrets.
"What's with you and Greg?"
"Me and Greg, what do you meant, we're friends, co-workers."
"You were holding hands with him at breakfast."
"No, I wasn't" Sara truly had no idea what he was talking about.
She would never hold hands with Greg. They were friends, that's all.
"I know, damned well what I saw," Grissom was getting agitated. He
had been completely honest with her, and he didn't share well. He
couldn't believe she was sitting here lying to him.
"This morning, in the diner?" she asked utterly confused.
Grissom realized that she didn't remember it because she had been
so upset at seeing him with Sofia. She must have grabbed Greg
as a means of support. "Well, whether you know it or not,
you did indeed walk hand in hand with one Greg Sanders this
morning. And to be honest it made me furious."
"Furious?" She asked.
Grissom's hands squeezed Sara's smaller one a little harder as
he admitted, "I got jealous."
Sara smiled. It was her full smile. A smile he hadn't seen in
ages. "Jealous, huh?"
"Very, I couldn't believe you were doing it right in front of my
face! And now I know you must have felt the same way. And I want
to apologize once again, Sara."
"It's okay, I'm sorry too. Can we just forget this whole thing."
"No, we can't. We have to do something about, THIS, Sara. It's
gone on too long. I can't fight it anymore."
"Then don't," she said as she leaned in to kiss him on the lips.
Her lips were soft and warm, like chocolate chip cookies and Grissom
knew he would never get tired of tasting them. He pressed his lips into
the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him.
"You're getting me wet, Grissom"
"Damn, Sara you just get right to the point don't you?"
"What, what are talking about? Your pants are still soaked and they
are cold."
Grissom was engulfed with embarrassment. His face must have been
stop sign red. He looked down sheepishly. Sara realized what she
had said and understood his embarrassment.
"It's okay, Gris. I stay that way around you. But you need to change.
Unfortunately, I don't have any clothes for you to change into but If you
slip out of those I can throw them in the dryer for you.
"What am I suppose to just walk around your living room in the nude?"
"I do." Grissom's cock twitched at the image of Sara Sidle walking
around in her birthday suit.
"Sara, maybe, I should just go home."
"Is that what you want?"
"No," he answered honestly.
"Me either. Grissom, I have an idea." Sara stood up and began to unfasten her
pants.
"What are you doing?"
Her pants fell to the floor, leaving Sara standing in front of Grissom in her
top and a black silky pair of panties.
"Your turn," she said in a breathy voice.
Grissom knew that if he pulled his pants off there would be know way to hide
his arousal from her. He just couldn't do it. Not after that kiss. Things
were starting to look up for them. She would be so disappointed if she knew
how much he did feel like a horny teenager where she was concerned.
Sara saw his discomfort and thought it was cute. Does he really think I don't
see it?
"Griss, those pants have got to be rubbing that massive woody the wrong way,
I promise you'll be more comfortable out of them." she teased.
"Jesus, Sara, you know?"
"Hard to hide one that big, doncha think?"
Well at least she thought he was well endowed but he was still apprehensive.
Sara decided to take matters into her own hands. She reached down and quickly
undid his belt. He didn't try to stop her so she continued. She popped the
button open. As she slid his fly down her knuckles carressed the hard ridge
of his cock. Grissom took in a sharp breath. "Relax, Griss, I'm not going
to assault you."
"What if I can't promise the same?"
Sara hooked her thumbs into his boxers and jerked them down.
"Step out of them Griss." Grissom did as he was asked and Sara
pulled her pants back on.
"What the, where are you going?" He asked as she headed for the door.
"Laundry room, I'll be right back."