Lucky Day

Your Lucky Day
Very close to NC-17

A/N Challenge issues by SaraC on the Yahoo CSI-GrissomSara board. Please note that SaraC also betaed this fic. No pressure there.

Elements must include:

• A pink flamingo (bonus points if it appears in an unexpected/unusual place)
• Must take place on Friday the 13th (of any month)
• At least two Star Wars references (from anyone, although its even more bonus points in my book if its NOT Greg using them)
• Burnt toast
• Black cat or some other “Friday the 13th” Superstition
• Lady Heather
• GSR office lovin’ (as innocent or heated as you want but physical contact of some sort between Gris and Sara inside Grissom’s office at the lab is a must)




Chapter 1

Nick walked into the break room stiffly. “I am beat. What’s burning?”

He looked around the room that was still a bit smoky.

“Toaster malfunctioned. Judy was trying to toast her bread for a sandwich. I think Hodges is making her grilled cheese on his hot plate.”

Just then a sleek black cat passed the door. Judy, in hot pursuit, hoisted the animal into her arms and gave Nick and Sara a nervous wave as she pushed her glasses up on her nose.

Nick sat down. “I don’t know if I want to know. No, I’m sure I don’t want to know.”

“Judy didn’t want to leave her cat at home on Friday the 13th. Sacred that someone would hurt it. He keeps trying to escape. He likes Grissom’s office. All the creatures make him feel comfortable.”

“How goes the great pink flamingo caper?” Sara asked.

“Well, we have isolated the murder weapon.”

Sara put a piece of paper up to her temple. “The great Sarini says. Wait, wait.” She pressed her lids together.

“It was a pink flamingo.” Sara announced dramatically.

Nick snorted. “Yeah well there were 100 of them on this guy’s lawn. Apparently his neighbor just couldn’t take it any longer.”

“He was sort of killed by his own hand.” Sara nodded.

Gil walked into the room and looked about. “Have you seen Greg? He’s taking this Friday the 13th thing too far. He took my tarantula.”

“He took my extra underwear out of my locker.” Nick offered.

They both looked at Sara. “Greg doesn’t have my underwear or my spider. What’s he taking stuff for?”

“He’s trying to create a general air of spookiness.” Nick offered.

“He has succeeded in creating general air of demotion.” Grissom harrumphed as he reached for the coffee pot. It still made Nick nervous when Grissom was nervous and he was in a foul mood with the coffee pot in his hand.

Nick gave Sara a look. Lately Grissom had been on cloud nine. Now it seemed that he had reverted to his grumpiness of the previous year. Was she to blame? Of course she was. What Sara said or what Sara wore sent the Bugman up or down or sideways.

Sara shook head and mouthed. “Not my fault.” She knew it was all her fault.

“Did you cut him off?” Nick scrawled on a napkin.

“What did he do send out a memo?” Sara thought.

Sara covered it with her hand as Grissom passed the table without looking at either of them. She watched as he walked down the hall. A pang of regret tugged at her.

“Sara this family is a delicate balance. Your part of the balance to make sure that the big guy is happy and satisfied. Give him a blowjob, do it doggy style. Whatever. Do it for Greg. Take one for the team or give one for the team.”

Sara balled up the napkin and threw it at him as she hissed. “Does everyone know we’ve been dating?”

“Anyone with eyes and an IQ over 50.”

“Shit!” Sara chewed her bottom lip and looked at where Grissom had formerly been standing.

“Sara, we are CSI’s taught by the great Gil Grissom. Do ya think we would miss something like you two dating?”

Sara nodded. Nick was right. They hadn’t exactly been announcing it but there were probably a bevy of signs for those who knew them best.

“What gave us away?”

“Bunch of stuff.”

“Well, Gris has been giddy. I mean he slaps people on the back and he smiles. Not just that ‘you imbecile smirk’. He smiles and shows all this teeth.”

Sara loved his crooked teeth.

Nick continued. “Then there’s the beard burn. You have flawless skin. I never say any rash before now.”

Sara had not liked the beard at first. Now she adored it.

“He also smells less like himself.”

Sara cocked her head to one side. “What?”

“Grissom smells clean and faintly of cedar. Every so often he smells like cigarette smoke. This usually coincides with Brass smelling like smoke.”

Sara laughed. “Strip Club?”

Nick grinned. He would never completely rat Grissom out. “Anyway lately he smells more sweet. A little like shea butter. Either a woman bought him new soap or he’s showering away from home. And you my dear Sara love shea butter because of the eczema on your back.”

Sara considered the folly of the topic and turned the conversation towards Nick. “Do you have big Valentine’s day plans Nicky.?”

“Uh No. You?”

Sara stood and folded her newspaper carefully. “Nah.”

Because my guy has decided to not be my guy or maybe I decided not to be his girl.

They had not had sex. They had almost had sex. There had been pulling of clothes and the tearing of shirts. Lots of expletives were exchanged when Grissom had ducked his head in between Sara’s legs and stared at her most secret place lovingly and adoringly. He has suckled and kissed her, licked her until the room was spinning and she did not want it to stop.

Without knowing what it was, some unknown fear rose up like a fabled stallion. Terrified she had grabbed her clothes and fled his house. She never had a chance to shower with the soap he had bought especially for her at a local African market.

He had called. She did not answer. He stopped. He came to her apartment. She would not open the door. He gave up. She was relieved and sad.

Next night.
AV Lab

“So he was at Lady Heather’s? I mean he called from there.” Warrick asked Catherine.

“Apparently.”

“So he was what…on a date?”

Catherine spoke again. “Well, he was not in the business part of her house so it was definitely a social call.”

“Isn’t this the second time he’s called the cops from her house?” Warrick questioned.

“Yep.”

“That should tell him something.”

Neither saw Sara standing near the doorway.


Later
Breakroom

“May the force be with you,” Greg announced loudly as he entered the garage. He returned the item he lifted from Sara’s locker. “You didn’t even know it was missing.”

Sara palmed the platinum charm and the thin chain. Yoda. She always called Gil her own personal Yoda. He bought the charm so she would always be with him.

She had not known it was missing because she could not bear to wear it nor could she keep it in her apartment nor stand to part with it. So she had put it on a high shelf in her locker.

She smiled thinly. “Thanks, Greggo. I guess my mind was elsewhere.”

Greg touched the red area where his eyebrow used to be. Bleaching them to match his hair had not been one of his better decisions. “Maybe you mind was on a certain brooding bug man.”

Sara smiled again as she slipped the necklace into her lab coat.

Hallway

They were standing at the end of the hall. Gil and Lady Heather. Her head was down and he seemed be comforting her with soft touches and soothing words. Even in shadow Sara saw how beautiful the woman was.

Her black bustier barely covered the pale skin of her flat stomach. She wore a short skirt that gave way to muscular legs encased in black fishnets.

And I freak out when he makes me come harder than I ever have. If I were him, I’d run the other way too.

Sara retreated.

Grissom’s Office

Thump.

Thump.

Gil tossed the tennis ball against the wall of his office. Brass stood in the doorway and watched.

“So you and Heather…”

Thump.

Thump.

“What?” Gil asked.

“You still seeing Heather?”

Gil palmed the ball and looked at Brass curiously. “I was never seeing Heather.”

I was seeing Sara until she decided. What did she decide?

He had not washed the sheets since she left. He remembered the soft heat of her sex as it rose up to meet him. He wanted to taste her and show her how much he cared for her. He nuzzled, sucked and wondered at how wet she was. How sweet she tasted. How lucky he was.

Her retreat had worried him and convinced him that he had done something wrong. Sure that he had, he’d tried to talk to her, to ask her forgiveness for whatever he had done. He was used to messing things up. Usually he knew what it was that set her off. This time she refused to talk, even to yell at him.

He found it sadly ironic that he felt some of the confusion that Sara must have felt for the last five years. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do but he knew he would do something. If he had to break down her door he would. He was not going to loose her.

She was his.

He tossed the ball against the wall several more times.

Brass took a step closer to the desk. “So you were at her place…”

Gil looked at Brass again then resumed pounding the wall. “She got a weird phone call. While I was there someone shot through the front window of the Domain.”

“So she doesn’t have anyone to call but you. I mean like when she’s scared. That’s why she called you, because she was scared.”

He nodded. “So it would seem.”

“So it’s okay if I take her home?” Brass asked sheepishly. The ball tossing stopped. Gil smiled then resumed hitting the wall with the green orb.

“I’m sure that Heather would feel much safer calling you instead of me.”

Brass nodded and left.

Sara stood at the door of his office. She had to give him her reports. They were already a day late. Steeling herself with a deep yoga breath she walked across the threshold. Absently she closed the door out of habit.

His gaze softened as he looked up. He put the tennis ball down on his desk and reached for the papers she held out encircling her wrist at he did so. The movement was swift and strong and Sara teetered a bit as she looked into his eyes.

“So this is how I have to talk to you. When you hand me paperwork that you have stalled giving to me because it means you might actually have to talk to me.

Sara pulled away. He held on.

“Gris…”

He released her. “We are back to Gris now. No more Gil.”

Sara didn’t know what to say. “Look. I am sorry. I don’t know how to do this. I’m no good at this.”

Grissom added her work to a small pile.

“I see you finally caught up on your paperwork.” How lame was that Sidle.

“When one is sexually frustrated and can’t sleep one gets caught up on a lot of paperwork.”

She had never considered how she had left things with the physical part of Grissom.

“Gris….Gil I am sorry.”

He leaned back in the chair and took in her long frame. “Yeah I read your note. Sorry. Love Sara. You spend nearly 100 thousand on your undergraduate work. One word really shames Harvard.”

“I didn’t pay.” Sara said edgily. She turned to leave. He caught her just before she opened the door. She found herself with her back pressed against the door and his strong arms on either side of her.

“Gris…” She didn’t know what to say. He was right. She owed him something. All the years he ran. Why had she freaked out when he’d stopped?

Grissom watched her think. She bit her lips and worked her mouth when she was turning over a problem. He didn’t know what she would say. He only wanted her to say something so that he could stay close to her for a few more moments.

“You’re right. I should explain. It’s just. It’s like you get the doll you wanted for Christmas.”

He laughed.

She smiled.

“Okay. In your case an ant farm. You remember your first ant farm?”

“Yes.” He leaned in a half a centimeter.

“Did you open it immediately or did you wait?”

“Opened it.”

“Then what did you do?

“I set it up. I watched it and studied it and cared for the ants.”

“Was it great?” Her voice was low and sexy in his ear.

He found her eyes. “It was wonderful.”

“Better than you expected.”

He nodded and tried to keep his hands in place.

“You are my ant farm. I couldn’t wait to get you and when I got you it was better than expected.”

One hand left its spot on the door and began to snake up her back. His hand touched a dry patch of skin.

“You ran out soap and that’s a stupid reason.”

Sara frowned. He was too close. She couldn’t breathe let alone process. “What’s stupid?”

“That’s what you told me once. When I didn’t give you the promotion. It’s stupid for it to be too good. Your eczema is worse. Should have stayed. I bought the soap and the lotion.”

Sara blushed.

God she’s adorable.

“Gris…”

“What, Sara? What? Two weeks ago I had a girlfriend and it was nice. It was better than nice. Then she left in the middle of making love and now she won’t talk to me. Why?” His agitation showed in his eyes. Sara watched them change hues.

He relaxed a little. “I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

Sara shifted. His eyes had found her nipples. They were pressing through the black fabric of her shirt.

“I was…I did.”

“So…”

Sara pressed herself deeper into the door trying to put some space between them. Her eyes went to his crouch. He wasn’t completely aroused. It was impressive all the same.

“Do you know how many people I have slept with?”

Darkness shadowed his handsome face. “I know what all the books say. Honesty. No man wants to know that. I don’t want to know. I don’t ever want to know. I won’t ask and you don’t tell.”

She was flattered by his jealously. She relaxed.

“Let’s just say that I have very limited experience.”

She watched his mouth twitch. She knew what he was thinking. It was the only bonus of being with an almost virgin.

“I don’t know what to do or how to do it. I came that night. I have never had an orgasm with another person in the room.”

He watched her lips move. They were coral and dewy.

“I know that you probably have a great deal of experience and expectations.”

“Expectations?”

“There are things I don’t know how to do or if you want them done or…”

He cocked his head a little and let out a soft sound of understanding.

“I hear everyone talking. Nick, Warrick, Cath even Greg. There’s this whole world I know nothing about. Everyone thinks I’m being coy.”

His hand was still on her shirt. He was making soothing movements. “Sara…”

She shook her head. “I know about you and Lady Heather and I don’t blame you for wanting someone who knows about these things.”

“Sara, there’s nothing going on between Heather and I.”

She looked at a space over his shoulder. “I saw you.”

“What…”

“I saw you in the hall earlier. You were with her when the shot was fired.”

He tilted her face in his direction. “Honey. I was there. She got a phone that unsettled her. There was a shot. I stayed with her. That’s it. I would have done the same for Catherine. Brass took her home. Sounded like he was angling for a date.”

The lip biting resumed. “Still…”

The small movement undid him and opened the floodgates that had barely been released two weeks before.

His tongue was in her mouth and tangling with her own before she had time to process.

His body was heavy and warm as he pulled her closer to him. The hand on her back slid around to find a nipple and he stroked it through the fabric of her bra.

He waited for the sound he sought. The sound of Sara purring low and husky against him. There it was. He’d heard it only few times. When they had done more than kiss. That night.

“That’s it…” He said as he released the nipple and pushed his hand down the front of her pants until he found his desired mark.

“You are so wet.” He hummed softly in her ear. He stroked her clit back and forth. Pushing and pulling at it, encouraging it to grow harder. He listened for her voice to change. Waited for her body to tense and strain closer to his. When she did come she did so wordless as he buried his fingers in her hair and covered her mouth with his own.

When she opened her eyes he was hovering lazily over her looking at his glistening fingers.

With the same laziness, he put one of the fingers in his mouth and sucked it long and hard.

“Honey…taste like honey. My honey. My Sara.” He mused barely above a whisper. He was on the verge of claiming ownership of something else but decided that would come later.

“Now that’s all I need to feel you close to me. You enjoying it. That you trust me. That I excite you. The rest we figure out together. Okay?”

She nodded.

“You still have your key.”

She nodded.

“Go home. Take you clothes off and wait for me. There’s a white bag in the hall closet. Put its contents on.”

“Where are…”

“I can’t walk down the hall like this.”

Sara eyes went to his crouch. She had done that. Wow. “Oh…”

“Let me calm down. I’m right behind you.”

“Is that a promise?” She asked saucily as she adjusted her clothing and kissed him hard on the mouth.

“It’s a guarantee.” He retorted.

TBC