Acquired Knowledge

Day 3 San Francisco 1999.

9:15am

Gill had just finished his breakfast and left the dining room of the hotel when he saw her. Sara was at the reception waiting to speak to someone. He didn’t go to her right away but watched her from the door of the dining room.

She was obviously nervous, tapping the reception desk impatiently, pulling at her clothes. Grissom drank the sight of her up.He let eyes travel the length of her body. Sara had worn flats, which told him they would be walking a lot today. She was wearing jeans and from what he could tell a white tank top under a short black jacket. Around her neck she had a lavender scarf that hung down to her waist.

He walked toward her slowly remembering the last time he saw her, the memory inspired him to touch his lips. The grin that he had worn since that moment was displayed for all to see.

Just as he reached her she turned, it was as if she could sense him.

“Hey, Good morning.” Sara said unable to stifle the smile that spread across her face.

“Hey, Well Miss Sidle you are late.” Grissom said playfully looking at his watch.

“I know I’m sorry. I was waiting on the postman, he was late today.” She was blushing and fidgeting with her bag.

“Oh, expecting something important?” Gill said smiling, noticing her blush.

“Well I applied to the San Francisco crime lab for a placement, I wanted to see if being a criminalist was all it’s cracked up to be. I was told to expect a letter this week.”

She was openly smiling at him as she spoke.

“Well, I hope that you get it. If that’s what you want. It’s not easy Sara and most people who embark on this road don’t make it to the end without losing a part of them selves.”he said.

Grissom’s tone was serious and his eyes hadn’t left hers as he spoke.Sara knew by the way he was looking at her, that he was giving advice to her as a mentor as well as a friend. They had started to make there way across the lobby toward the elevators.

“Look, Doc, I have been thinking about it for a long time now. Why do you think I attended your lecture, because of your dazzling good looks?” Sara nudged his arm as she spoke.

Grissom smiled as he rubbed his arm in mock protest.

“I have been looking for a new challenge; I don’t want to just sit in a science lab somewhere performing the same experiments for the same results. I’ve had the application filled out for months; you just helped me decide to send it, that’s all"

Grissom’s smile returned.

“I wouldn’t worry. I mean, I might not get it. Do you know how many people apply to the SFCL every year? And even if I do get a place, there’s no guarantee I’ll get to complete my proficiency there.” Sara was lost in her rant when she noticed he had stopped walking and was no longer by her side.

Sara turned to find her missing partner. Grissom had stopped and was staring at her with a playful smile on his face.

“What are you smiling at?” Sara asked, walking back to where he stood.

“I just … I’m just happy for you that’s all. Grissom said.

“Well don’t be too happy yet I told you most people have to apply two or three times before they get a place.” She said blushing and smiling at the polished marble floor of the lobby.

“I have no doubt in my mind that you will be accepted Sara, you were a born criminalist. You love to ask questions and solve puzzles.” He replied.

As Grissom spoke their eyes locked and as they had the first time three day’s earlier, and again her eyes rendered him speechless.

“Okay” Sara said breaking the silence, “We have a lot to see, so, Are you ready to go?”

“I’ll just grab my jacket.” Grissom said heading to the elevator.

“You want me to wait here?” Sara asked

“Well you could come up, but I don’t know if I trust you after last night.” Grissom said as he pushed the button to call the elevator.

“You wish” Sara said the devilish grin on her face spoke volumes to Grissom.

As the elevator door’s closed he threw her a wink He laughed as he saw her shake her head her embarrassment resting on her cheeks once again.

Day 3 San Francisco 1999.

10:30 pm.

Grissom and Sara sat in a small diner close to pier 39, They had spent their day on a shuttle tour travelling through out San Francisco taking in most of it‘s attractions. Grissom’s feet were sore, and the day was beginning to take its toll. Sara on the other hand seemed oblivious, she seemed to have the same energy she had that morning.

He watched her as she spoke she was lost in the guide book from the tour.

“Sara,” Grissom said interrupting her. “I just wanted to say thank you, for today. I’m having a wonderful time.” he said.

“You're welcome.” she said giving him one of the smiles he’d come to cherish. “You were right, this was a proper way to say Thank you.” Sara’s voice had changed in fact the whole mood was changing.

Grissom knew that their day together was coming to an end. He desperately wanted to see her again, but he was unsure if he should ask. It wasn’t like this could go anywhere, he was going home in four days and he knew it would be selfish of him to encourage what was happening between them.

Sara noticed that he wasn’t totally with her and took his hand to bring him back to reality.

“Hey, are you okay, you look sad all of a sudden.” she said.

Sara knew deep down why he looked that way. She was feeling it too. Sara had been wrestling with her feelings throughout the day. She knew all too well this couldn’t go anywhere, but when she was with him, it felt like she was home, which for Sara was an amazing experience; one she had rarely felt in her life.

“I’m fine, I’m just tired, your thank you has worn me out.” As he spoke he rested his hands on the table surrounding his cup.

“Come on, we should head back. I have an early class tomorrow morning.” She said.

They left the diner and hailed a cab, both too tired to wait for a bus back. Grissom was again lost in thought when he felt her head rest on his shoulder. Leaning his head to one side he looked at her. Sara had fallen asleep. Grissom loved the feeling it gave him. The trust that had been so easily given was overwhelming, and it touched his heart.

As much as he tried to fight it, the emotion that coursed through him was something he had never experienced. He knew that walking away from, what ever this was, was becoming more and more difficult the more time he spent with her.

The cab came to a stop outside Sara’s building and Grissom shook her slightly to wake her.

“Hey, Sara honey wake up we‘re here.” Grissom‘s voice was low and gentle.

Sara stirred and realising that she had been asleep on his shoulder.

“Oh God, I’m sorry” She said sitting up.

“It’s okay, you were tired". Grissom got out of the cab and walked to the other side and opened her door.

Grissom asked the cab to wait as he escorted Sara into her building.

“Well I had a wonderful time.” Sara said, feeling the mounting tension.

“Me too. I am very grateful to you for giving up your day to say thank you” Grissom said smiling at the colour on her cheeks.

It took all his willpower not to touch her. They stood in the lobby of her building neither wanting the day to end. The silence was deafening as the inevitable moment of departure came.

“Well I guess I should go. You have an early class. You probably want to get an early night.” Grissom said trying to hide the nerves that were building in his stomach.

“Yeah… Yes ... um… I have a lecture on the structure of DNA at 9am.” Sara was trying to sound interested in her lecture but he was standing so close to her now that she couldn’t think straight.

“I guess you’ll be too busy tomorrow, grilling your lecturer to see me.” Grissom said playfully, but hinting enough that she was in no doubt that he wanted to see her again.

“Well, I can’t guarantee that I won’t grill Dr Crowe but I think I could squeeze you in if you really felt that you needed to see me.” Sara said it was her turn to be playful.

Stepping closer to her Grissom slipped his arm around her small waist pulling her slightly toward him. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, that he was only setting Sara and himself up for an even bigger fall than the one they would be facing in four days, but she was intoxicating. All he could think about was the kiss they had shared the night before.

Very slowly he lifted his free hand and framed her face, allowing his thumb to gentley stroke her flushed cheek. He heard a small intake of breath from Sara. He watched her mouth as her tongue peeked out and licked her lips anticipating what was to come.

Grissom leaned in and kissed her. What was meant to be a gentle kiss goodnight, quickly turned into something else. Sara opened her mouth to deepen his kiss snaking her tongue into his mouth. Grissom was lost; he plundered her mouth ravishing her lips with his sensual attack.

Their hands feverishly gliding over each other’s body touching but resting long enough to register the touch. Grissom moved them into a dark corner of the lobby pushing her backwards until they reached the wall. He pressed himself against her thin frame his arousal clear. A moan escaped her lips as he continued his assault on her mouth. He slipped his hand under her jacket the heat of her body spurring him on.

Grissom’s hand slid under the fabric of her top searching for her skin. When he touched her for the first time his bodies reaction was primal, he ground the now very large erection into her welcoming body. His hand barely touching the skin above her waist.

Sara moaned in approval. He continued his movements letting his hand slowly make it‘s way up her body, his thumb had reached the underside of her breast. Sara broke the kiss and took in a sharp breath. Her reaction caused Grissom to still his hands.

Grissom began to remove his hand, embarrassed but Sara stopped his hand with her own. She locked eyes with him and replaced his hand firmly on her breast. Their passionate dance began again. Grissom gently kneaded her breast, his thumb gliding over her very erect nipple.

Sara was lost in him, his mouth was ravishing her neck, and she could feel his teeth nip at the sensitive skin behind her ear. Sara could feel her passion pool at her core, her climax was building rapidly. The power of speech seemed lost to her.

Sara’s hand drifted over Grissom’s body letting her fingers playfully glide over his hard mound. It was his turn to moan as he pressed himself against her hand grinding into her for relief from his building need for release.

It was the loud beep of a horn that eventually broke them apart.

“Oh God the cab.” Sara said, breathless and flushed.

“I forgot, I guess I should go.” Grissom said, he too was breathless and fully aroused.

“You could um… come up … if you wanted to.” Sara’s desire was clear; she wanted him, her need openly displayed in her dark eyes. As she spoke she pressed her body against his gently rubbing his hard flesh.

Grissom was about to answer when the outer doors of the building opened and Hannah Hayes entered the lobby. She spotted Sara and walked over toward the couple not realising their current state or the question that hung in the air.

“Hey, there you are. I have been looking for you all day. “Hannah said, noticing Grissom she looked at Sara then back to Grissom. He recognised the young woman as one of the girls Sara had come with on the first day of his seminar.

“Dr Grissom, you’re a long way from the science building” She said smiling at Sara.

Grissom was uncomfortable and embarrassed. It was then the taxi beeped its horn again giving Grissom an escape. He looked at Sara and back to a smiling Hannah.

“I’ll go, you have company, and we should probably go to bed… I mean you… you should go to bed.” Grissom was now a bright shade of pink.

“You don’t have to leave.” Sara said the desire still flowing through her. “Hannah’s not staying” She said glaring at the young woman who by now was giggling at the elevator.

“No you should get some sleep” Grissom said as he headed for the door.

The disappointed look Sara had on her face said it all. Grissom noticed and walked back to where she was standing.

“I would like to see you again; if you wanted, I could meet you tomorrow after your lecture. We could have dinner… or something.” Grissom finished. His blue eyes reflecting her lust.

“Something… would be lovely.” Sara said, leaving no doubt that she wanted.

“I think it’s your turn to show me how you say thank you” Sara whispered in his ear as she leaned in to kiss his cheek lightly.

The sexual tension that passed between them in that moment was like nothing Grissom had ever felt.

“Here’s my cell number, call me when you’re finished and we can… decide were to go from there.” Grissom said handing her his card.

Sara took it not missing Grissom’s finger playfully stroke hers.

“I’ll see you tomorrow doc.” Sara called after him as he left the building.

“I look forward to it” He said as the door closed.

Sara looked at Hannah.

“Holy crap Sara you doing a teacher?” Hannah’s voice annoying Sara further.

“Not any more, thanks to you, come on let’s go up I need a drink.” Sara said, heading to the elevator.

“And a cold shower.” Hannah said giggling.

As the lift closed Sara smiled at her friend, but the reason for her smile was currently on its way to his hotel in much the same state as her, horny as hell and looking forward to tomorrow.

Grissom arrived back at the hotel. He contemplated having a drink in the hotel bar but considering he was still aroused from his encounter with Sara he decided going to bed would be a better idea.

He went into the suite and turned on the light in the hall way. He caught his reflection in the mirror and chuckled to himself. For the first time Gil Grissom was a mess .His hair was tossed, his face still flushed. God what this woman did to him.

He walked into the room and lay on the bed. He started to replay his day in his head his favourite memories of the day registered straight away.

When they ran for the cable car. Her laugh, as he fell off and had to chase it. How tightly she held him to stop him falling off again. He felt it then, the attraction between them. It was so potent he wondered how he didn’t attack her then and there.

As Sara held onto him on the Cable cars edge he could feel her pert breasts crushed against him. He knew she was aroused, he could see her erect nipples through her white top. He smiled remembering it was no accident when she brushed herself against him as they got off the cable car. Her innocent smile defying the evidence.

The way her smell lingered on the shoulder of his jacket, where she had fallen asleep. He lifted the jacket and buried his nose in it trying to pick up her scent.
He wanted to remember other parts of their day all the wonderful things they did. The new places they visited, yet all his mind would focus on was the few minutes they shared in her building.

His arousal returned as he remembered her tongue sweeping into his mouth for the first time. The way she reacted to his touch on her bare skin. He remembered the feel of her hand on his, when she replaced it on her breast. The skin on her breast was so soft; he could almost feel it now, under his fingers.

Grissom couldn’t stand it. He stood up and marched into the bathroom turning on the shower. He took of his shirt and undid his pant’s the relief of being unrestrained was welcomed by his now rock hard mound.

He climbed into the shower letting the water soak his body grabbing the soap he lathered up and began to clean himself. He could have lied to himself and denied his body the satisfaction of release, but why should he? He wondered if Sara was still feeling as aroused as he. He let his thought’s run free. What she would do to reach her orgasm? How she would touch herself. What her face would look like when she climaxed. These thoughts filled his head and he let his soapy hand wander down his body and take his hard flesh in his hand stroking lightly to begin.

He pictured Sara here with him now in the shower; she would be soaping him up and rubbing herself against his body. He could almost feel her hand’s on his wet body now.

Grissom increased the pace of his strokes on his flesh. He imagined turning her around and bending her body forward. One hand holding her breast, the other stroking her core. Slipping his two fingers in deeper and deeper, her ass grinding into his arousal.

He imagined the noises she would make. What she would sound like as her orgasm took her? Would she call out? Or would she be a quiet partner. He imagined her taking his mound in her hand as he pounded her. In his mind Sara was here now stroking him. His body was building and he didn’t stop.

He imagined her pert breasts moving in rhythm with his hand as he pounded into her. Would her body be tight, and wet, wet for him? These thoughts were enough to send Grissom into a raging climax.

“OH SARA… JEEEEESUS …” Grissom’s called out as his climax overtook him. He spilled his seed onto the shower floor, the water washing it away immediately. His body still in a climatic convulsion.

Grissom rested his head against the tiled wall of the shower. If Sara Sidle did this to him in his thoughts, what would the reality of having her here, in his bed be like? He hoped tomorrow night he would find out. He was lost in her and he didn’t care.

Grissom finished his shower and lay down on the bed. He missed her and wished he could call her or that she would call him.

He was in trouble and he knew it.