Never Too Old for a Thrill

Never Too Old for a Thrill
by doggettfann
Rated NC-17
Spoiler up to the end of Season 5
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em


Gil Grissom sat at a corner table in the back of the pub.
He sipped on a watered down soda as he watched the flashy
Las Vegas house band on the stage across the room.
Through the smoke of the lounge he saw Jim Brass approaching.
He was wearing an irritated face.

“Sorry, I’m late, Gil.”

“Not a problem.”

“Trouble on the home front,” Brass said as he flopped down the seat
across from Grissom

Grissom gave a small grin. “I’ll buy you a beer.”

“You’re on. At least you don’t have to worry about all of that…ex-wife
problems, you know.”

“True,” Grissom said, flagging down a waitress.

After Brass had downed three mugs of beer in quick secession,
the waitress brought their usual appetizers to the table.

“You know what, Jim? I’m ready for a roller coaster ride, how
about you?”

“No, I outgrew those things when I was twenty years old, Gil.”

“You’re never too old for a thrill,” Grissom stated.

“I totally agree,” a familiar sing-song voice announced.

Behind a cloud of smoke, Sara Sidle stood with a huge
girlish grin.

“Sara?” Grissom gasped.

“Hey, Sara, pull up a chair,” Brass welcomed. He
looked to Grissom.

“I hope you don’t mind, I invited the whole gang.

“Everyone?” Grissom asked, with nerves in his voice as
Sara seated
herself in the chair between Grissom and Brass, facing
the band.

“Yeah,” Sara answered for Brass, “but I don’t think anyone
else is coming. Greg got a date. Can you believe that? I
mean he is cute and all but…”

“Oh,” Grissom interrupted. “I guess I just thought this
was our usual night out.”

Sara watched Grissom’s blue eyes evade her.
“If you want me to leave, I will,” Sara said bluntly, but inside
her spirit was broken.

Grissom was silent, looking away at the band.

“No, I said everyone could come," Brass chimed in. “I think
we all need a break away from the lab, huh?”

“Well, it’s been fun, I need to go,” Grissom said, standing
up. He tossed money on the table. “Your beer is on me, Jim.”

“Are you leaving?” Brass asked. “If you really want me to
ride the damn coaster, I will.”

“No, I’m just going home for the night,” Grissom replied with
little emotion. He looked directly to Sara. “Drive him home.
He’s had a few.”
With that Grissom walked away from the table and out of the door.

“What is his problem?” Sara asked.

“He’s just Grissom,” Brass said, swallowing the head of his fourth beer.

Sara looked beautiful. She was wearing a shiny pink blouse
and a pair of worn out blue jeans with rips up and down her long legs.
She had on too much eyeliner but it was a good look for her. Her lips
were kissed with a faint pink gloss. It wasn’t her normal attire but she
hadn’t been to a nightclub in a while and he had hoped to turn Grissom’s
stubborn eyes, not run him out of the bar.

“He is impossible. It’s okay for him to have a beer with you or Catherine
but If I come in, he acts like I’m a leper. What is it Brass?”

She was okay until Brass took her hand and looked at her. Tears
instantly welled in her dark eyes. “He’s not worth the worry. Let’s
have fun without him, okay?” Brass said with a happy-on-beer look.

Normally, she would have argued for Grissom. That he was worth
the tears, time, trouble, effort…but not tonight.

“Yeah,” she said firmly. “Fuck him.”

“Let’s dance,” Brass cheered.

“You’re drunk," Sara smiled, forgetting her tears.

“No, baby. This is not drunk. This is only three and a half beers.”

“I’m not much of a dancer,” Sara shied away.

“You are tonight. Besides, I was a great dancer in my day.
Disco, country and western, rock and roll, you name it and
Jimmy could do it.”

“Jimmy?” Sara asked, eyebrows raised.

Brass led her by her long arm to the dance floor.
Sara was not sure if this was a good idea but for some reason she didn't
stop Brass from taking her in his arms then twirling her fast to the music
of Play That Funky Music White Boy.

"Oh, God," Sara sighed at the thought of what she was doing.
Brass was all smiles. "You're really having fun, aren't you?"
Sara giggled.

"Hell, yes. Loosen up a little, Sara," he said, placing his hands
on her hips and shaking her lean body.

"Okay, okay," she smiled and began to funk it out on the dance
floor with a tipsy but fun-loving Jim Brass.


A few dances later, Sara led Brass out to her car and buckled him in.
Thanks for being my DD, Sara," Jim quipped as she sat in bumper to
bumper traffic.

"No problem. I learned my lesson on that."

"Well, good. I hope you had fun. Too bad that Gil couldn't hang
around."

"Yeah. Too bad," she sighed.

"So, what now? Are you going home?"

"Yeah, yeah. I mean, I guess."

"Wanna come to my place? We can play cards or watch a movie,"
Brass offered with a loose painted on grin.

She usually was quick to say no to any offer of going back to
someone's place. But there was a new wind blowing through Sara
Sidle's hair. Sometimes, she just got spontaneous.
After all, it was only Brass. She knew it would be a safe place
to go. And she didn't have anything else planned.

"Sure," she nodded. "I love a game of Rummy."


Jim's apartment was the bachelor pad that she thought it would
be, only cleaner than she had imagined. He showed her around,
told her to make herself comfortable. "Want a beer?" he asked as
he made his way to the fridge with Yankees baseball
magnets plastered on the freezer door.

"Um, yeah. I'll have one," she nodded and then sat down on his
black leather sofa.

"Bud or Bud lite?"

"Lite."

He placed the cold beer in her hand and joined her on the couch.
"I have all kinds of movies," he said, pointing to a shelf that ran up
to the ceiling. He had enough to open a small video store on the side.

"That you do, Brass...where'd you get all of these films?"
"Over time."

"Wow, Sara said, looking over the VHS and DVD collection.
"All the Terminators, Rockys, Die Hard, Copland, X-Files,
Striptease..."

"I have every Clint Eastwood film ever made," he noted.

"I see that, too. Shall We Dance?" she said, holding up the DVD.
"Somehow that doesn't fit in here."

"I like Susan Sarandon, what can I say?"

"I like Richard Gere. All that sexy grey hair."

"You like older men?"

"Sometimes," she confessed, dragging out each syllabol with
her song-like voice.


Brass flipped on the TV. A commercial for a Girls Gone Wild video
was on the screen. Young girls on a beach were flashing their boobs
with a thin censored sign over their nipples.
"You get into that?" Sara asked to break the akward silence.

"Not really. I have a daughter that age. Ellie acts about like that, too.
It's sad really."

"I agree," Sara nodded and sat back down on the couch.

They decided to skip the tv and play cards. They moved into the kitchen
and sat across from one another at the table. Sara was much more
comfortable with Brass than she thought she'd be. His place was cozy
and the mood was very relaxed. Brass had changed into a white tee shirt
and blue sweatpants and Sara had slipped off her shoes.

"By the way, you look very nice tonight, kiddo," he said, getting another beer.
"Thank you." She wished that Grissom had noticed.

"Want another one?" Brass offered.

"No, I'm good. I'm relaxed."

"I usually don't drink like a fish," he chuckled. "But boy, did I need it."

"Sometimes, you don't know how bad you need something until you get
a taste of it," Sara babbled, looking at her cards.

"Good old five card draw," Brass said fanning out his hand.


After an hour of rummy, poker, and blackjack, cards seemed to lose
their appeal. The sounds of Bon Jovi's Slippery When Wet Cd filled the
small apartment as a low background noise to ease the silence. Sara
was very much at ease and conversation with Brass came natural.
Brass put the cards up and left the kitchen motioning for Sara to join
him on the couch."I gotta know something. Off the record and in strictest
of confidence," he began."Why'd you stay here in Vegas?"

"Um," she said, looking down, then back up into Brass's inquisitive eyes.
"I like Vegas."

"Bullshit."

"Okay. Bullshit. I have known Grissom for a long time. He was always
more than an authoritive figure to me."

"So, you moved your life here?"

"Yeah. I have it bad for him, Brass. Everyone knows it, I'm sure. He just won't
open up to me that way."

"I think he wants to, he just doesn't know how," Brass said.

"He knows how. He just won't give me a chance. He thinks I'll change him
or change his life."

"I kinda got that. Do you remember the case with Dr. Lurie?"

"How could I forget?"

"When Grissom had him in the interrogation room, I was right there
with him, he related himself to the Doc. Grissom told him something like,
he couldn't risk going for the younger girl like the doctor did for Debbie. He
wants you, he just doesn't think he can have his cake and eat it, too."

"So, he avoids me at all costs?"

"I think it's just that he doesn't want to lead you on or give you the idea
that you could have something that he know he's not willing to let happen.
Something like that."

"Oh. That's great. He wants me but won't let it happen. You now, the sad
thing is, I moved here for a chance with him. And I'd quit my job if that's what
it took to get him to make the step. If he can't lose all he's worked for...I wouldn't
want him to...I just wish he'd talk to me about it. He won't even have dinner with
me, Brass. I'm lonely. I never go out. This is the most fun I've had in a long time."

"Well, good. I know what you mean about being lonely. God, it's been forever since I
even had a date."

"Why?" Sara teased with a friendly wink.

"Well," he laughed. "I'm no Richard Gere."

"Aw, come on," Sara said, "You are fun. You're good guy."

"Thanks, Sara. You should get out, too. Grissom or no Grissom you should have
fun while he makes up his mind or whatever the hell it is with him. If a beautiful
woman like you were after me, we'd work something out, that's for damn sure,"
Brass nodded.

"I love this song," Sara said, bubbly as Talk Dirty To Me by Poison came from
Brass' stereo system. The CD changer had been switching up great metal tunes
from the 1980's all night.

"Yeah? Let's dance again," Brass offered.

"Okay," she was more eager this time, no one watching, some beer in her.
She took Brass and grinded up on him, much closer that they had ever been.

Her pelvis began rubbing on him, Brass' eyes moved away from her.
Jim Brass couldn't believe how hot Sara looked dancing all over him like
a 1980's video girl. He had always thought that she was a pretty girl but
he had never looked at her as more than a friend. Yet, with those dark eyes
all painted up, looking at him...was there something else there? Her grinding
felt too good to back away from. Sara was lost in the music. Something wild
was in her. She knew that she was turning Brass on, she could feel the
hardness through his joggers. Yet, she couldn't stop dancing. She'd never
wanted Brass before but feeling his arousal for her felt good.
The desire for her in his eyes looked nice. Hell,Grissom wouldn't look at her
like that. She was only human and could only hold out so long. With Hank,
the sex was slower, never spontaneous like here and now with Brass. He
wasn't her type, he wasn't the guy she'd have picked in a crowd to just jump
in bed with, but it was hot, the beer was talking and it just felt good. She
stopped thinking and just started feeling.Brass gave one last thought of pulling
away but the way Sara was tossing her hair around, smiling that huge grin at him,
the way her pelvis felt on his, her body sliding up and down him, he quit thinking
about the awkwardness of what tomorrow might bring, and began to live in the
heated moment. He grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers. She kissed
him back, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He was shaking, nervous, no words,
just kissing. His hands found the buttons of her pink blouse and loosened them.
The shirt fell from her body, leaving her in only her black bra and ripped up jeans.
Her hands became busy, fondling his face, down to his hips.Brass kissed down
her long neck to her bra strap on her shoulder. He unhooked it, exposing her hard,
dark pink nipples. He kissed her boobs, licking the nipple, teasing it with his warm
tongue.
"Ahhhh," Sara let out a cry.
That hardened Brass' cock even more, causing it to jump in his pants.
Sara reached around and touched his member through his joggers.
"God, Sara," he moaned, looking in her eyes.


"Fuck me," she whispered, never breaking the stare.

"Where do you wanna go? My bed," he asked , not believing this was happening
so fast.

"Right here," she said and stepped out of her jeans.

Brass had never stripped out of his pants so fast, he left his tee shirt on and
was quick to help her out of her black lace panties.
Her mound was covered in soft brown curls. He dropped to his knees, his blood
boiling over his body. Sara felt dirty, kinky, like she just wanted to get off. Nothing
like any sex she'd ever had before. She wanted to feel desired and she knew that
Brass was hungry for her. Her clit was pulsing.She lay back on his sofa and he
licked her wet folds, moving her clit around with his tongue. Brass had always loved
licking a woman off and Sara's taste of sweet tang made his cock leak with wetness.
Her long legs wrapped around his head. Her brain was swimmy from the beer and the
heat of the moment. Brass slid two fingers inside of her hole as he lapped at her clit.

"Ohhhh, fuck, yeah," she said then grit her teeth from pleasure. Orgasm ripped
through her, sending waves of pleasure pounding inside. "Yessssssss."
Her eyes were wide with surprize that it happened so quickly. It usually took her
a long time to let go.Brass swallowed her pleasure and trailed his tongue up over her
flat navel to her nipples, to her chin, to her mouth.

"I want to be inside of you." He reached for his wallet on the coffee table and
fished for that "just-in-case" condom that he thought would expire before he ever
got to use it. He wanted her to go down on him but he knew that he'd never last,
he had to fuck her. He spread her legs and pushed his way inside of her tight wetness,
hot, eager, moving on him. He knew this was the wildest thing she'd ever done. He could
see it in her eyes. She squeezed him from the inside, tugging on his hardness, it felt
so good to him. Sweat rolled down from his forhead onto her chest. Sara was amazed
at how damn good it felt. It had been so long. She never though that Brass would have such a
huge dick. It filled her up completely. He moved so well, he was so intense, he was hitting all
the right spots, his touch was warm and skilled. He was direct and to the point. She'd never
had a cheap fuck but she knew that after Grissom had been so distant, this was just what
she needed. To be fucked. To feel wanted. To feel desired. To be touched. God, it felt so good to
her. He was such a man. So masculine, his grunting, his pumping inside of her.
"Hot damn," he panted. He was getting close.
Sara moved back on him. She looked so beautiful, so hot, all sweaty, hair in her face,
that getting-fucked-look on her face, biting her lower lips, rolling her eyes around, whimpering,
moaning, nipples harder than pebbles, her wetness rolling out of her onto his thighs,
Sara's stickiness, the beer flavored kisses, the heat of friction, body on body, her long legs
shaking, nothing like anything he'd ever seen from Sara before. It was all that Jim Brass
could take. He exploded inside of the condom, his juices hitting her swollen walls but
protected by the love glove.

"Fuuuuucckkk, I'm Coooommming!" Brass exhaled.
Sara smiled. He made her feel like a woman again.

Within seconds after Brass climbed from her nude body and headed for the restroom,
Sara's stomach began to swim with sickness.
"Oh, God," she gasped looking down at herself. "What have I done?"

The lust was over and a whole new mind frame had set in. All she could see was
Grissom's face. Brass returned to the living room where Sara now sat with her jeans
on and her bra and shirt in her hands, pressed to cover her naked chest.

"What have we done?" she asked without expression in a loud whisper, staring not
at Brass but at the wall in front of her.
Brass, too, had felt the aftermath of his actions. Only moments ago there was no
room for reason in his mind but now he was facing his own guilt.
"We weren't thinking, Sara," Brass began easing toward the distraught brunette.

"Hell, it felt good. We did it. I hope this won't come between us."
Sara was silent, her eyes avoiding Brass and fighting tears. After a few awkward
moments, she faced him. "It won't." She sounded sure. "It's not your fault. I just
needed to be touched. God, knows he..." At the mention of Grissom, tears
began to fall.

"Goddammit," Brass exhaled. "I feel like such a crummy bastard. Don't cry,
Sara. Don't cry." He no longer saw the sexy vixen dancing all over him. Now, he
saw the same Sara that he'd always seen. "You've always been like a daughter to
me," he said and cradled her in his arms. Her tears fell freely and she held on to
Brass tightly. "Except tonight. Tonight, you made an old man feel like it's never too
old for a thrill. I didn't mean to take advantage of you. Or to step on Gil's feet. He's my
friend. But I'm not like Gil. If a beautiful woman wants me, hey, who I am I to put
up a fight?" Brass babbled on, holding her. Sara sobbed loudly in his arms, her
black eyeliner streaming down her cheeks and onto Brass's white tee shirt.
Stains of consequences.

"I'm sorry. I'm getting makeup everywhere," she panted, batting away her tears.
"I don't blame you, Brass. I really don't. It was a heated moment. You never
pressered me."

"No, but I knew you were emotional over Gil and I didn't stop it from happening.
It just felt so damn good. You're so damn beautiful. Gil Grissom is a fool. A
stubborn fool."

"Yeah, well. It's okay," she said, drying her emotion quickly. "I need to go.
Thanks," she said forcing a smile.

"Sara," Jim Brass said, looking at the floor. "I'm at a loss here. I value your
friendship a lot. I feel like your protector. I'm the guy on your side."

"I still see you that way, Brass, really. I'm not violated. It was very concentual.
I'm not a little girl. I'm okay with this.You made me feel good. I just need to
be alone."

"See you tomorrow," he said as she put on her blouse.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow."


The next night at work was busy. Grissom had the team running all over Las Vegas
collecting evidence and taking names. She treated Brass like nothing had happened
but she could tell in his eyes that things had changed. Hell, he had been inside of her,
his hands on her body, his tongue in her mouth. Sara knocked away the
memories and continued to Grissom's office to turn in her report. She heard
his sexy voice talking to someone on the phone just before she reached his open door.
"Thank you, Sophia," he said in a friendly tone. "No, I had fun as well. It was a wild ride."

Sara's heart skipped a beat.
"What?" she gased in a low whisper.

"Umm humm. No, thank you. It was just what I needed. Okay, I'm glad to know that
you'll be around if I ever need a thrill again. Okay. Goodbye."
Sara Sidle forgot where she was at, she forgot why she was holding the papers, felt
like she'd been punched in the gut, never realized how bright he florescent lights
were...she fell against the wall, laying her weight hard against it. Had he went to Sophia
for cheap sex? Last night? After he left the bar? She marched swiftly into his office.
"What is it?" he asked, noticing the urgency in her steps.

"Here's your damn report."

"My damn report?"

"Sorry," she snapped, her heart beating wildly, her hands shaky as she placed the
papers on his desk.

"Bad day?" Grissom asked.

"Bad week. Hell, bad year," Sara replied, not looking into his eyes.

"Did you have fun at the bar last night?" he asked, trying to force
conversation.

"Yep."

"Did anyone else show up?"

"Nope. Just me and Brass."

"Did you drive him home like I asked?"

"Yep. After a few dances."

Grissom slowly pulled off his eye glasses. "You danced with Jim Brass?"

"Yeah. He's good," Sara said looking him straight in the eye.


"Okay, then." Grissom put his eye wear back on and continued looking at papers.

"How was your night?" Sara asked, not knowing how to bring Sophia into
the conversation.
"Fine."

"Did you go home?"

"Eventually," he said, never looking up.

"Oh." Sara was getting more angry each second. Even though Jim Brass had done dirty
deeds with her, she was still blind with jealousy over the idea of Grissom doing the same
with Sophia. But even more than that it hurt her to think that he'd left the bar because of
her only to go to Sophia's bed. "And?"

And? And what? And then I went to ride a rollercoaster. Why?"

"No reason." she pouted.

"Guess who I saw there?"

"Who?" Sara asked, raised eyebrows.

"Sophia. She was there with her date. Tommy. No, Tony. Yeah, a guy named Tony.
The funny thing is he is terrified of coasters. So, she was there and I was there and I
offered to ride with her."

"Ohhh," Sara said, in her whiny tone. That's what Grissom had been talking about.

Sara was so relieved. Weight was lifted from her chest and a silly grin invaded her face.
"Are you okay? You seem weird."

"Weird?" she asked.

"More than normal."

"Funny, Grissom," she said and left his office with a smile.

Sara was wakened by a hard pounding on her door. "What? What is it?" she murmured,
throwing the cover from her body. She glanced at the clock. It was noon.
"Dammit, I'm coming!" The pounding only got louder.
"Who is it?" she called.

"Grissom."

"Why is he here?" she whispered to herself as she gathered her purple robe around
her lanky body. She quickly opened the door. She knew it was important by the look
in his eyes. She figured it was a blown up case or that something bad had happened
to one of the CSI team members.
"What is it, Grissom?"

"Can I come in?"

"Sure," she said. His face was red. Then it hit her that Grissom was angry.
He sat on her sofa, rubbing his hands together nervously.
She sat across from him in her chair.
"Am I fired?" she said, hoping to break the silence.

"It's not about work. Jim Brass told me what happened between you two."

The reality of his words did not hit her instantly. She just sat there looking at him,
looking into those emotional blue eyes.

"Huh?"

"I know, Sara. I know what happened. I know you had sex with him."

"So what. What business is it of yours?" she snapped defensivly, her pulse rapid.

"You're right, It's not my business. But I'm making it my business. Do you wanna
tell me why it happened?"

She could've killed Brass at that moment.
"Why did he tell you?"

"Guilt, maybe. He was pretty torn up. He felt like he took advantage of you. I know
that you've been pushed and pulled all of your life and I just want to know if he
forced himself..."

"No. I initiated it, Grissom. I don't want to talk about this with you, Okay?
It was just sex. People have sex incase you haven't noticed."

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't think you needed a friend."

"I'm fine. I needed a friend last night at the bar. You ran out."

"No one has ever accused me of being a social butterfly."

"Me either but you were fine until I showed up. What is that, Grissom?
Am I a leper?"

"Of course not."

"Then, what is it? We were once really close. In college. We had dinner,
we did class projects, you always picked me as your helper. We used to
email all of the time, I called you like once a month before I moved to Vegas.
Then, when you needed someone to come here, to investigate Warrick, you
called me! Me, Grissom, me. And then," she spit off without taking a breath,
"you were cool when I came here. You were cool that I stayed. Then, one day,
you were a fucking prick to me. You made it your mission in life to avoid me."

"I did not."

"Bullshit, Grissom. I heard the entire conversation you had with Doctor Lurie!"

"Dr. Lurie?" he asked, his face wrinkled. "What the hell does he have to do
with any of this?"

"Everything!" she blasted, tears building in her dark eyes. "You think I'll ruin
your career. I'm not like other women you've dated. You forget that I'm also a CSI.
I understand the importance of your job.I see how much the job needs you as well
as how much you need the job. I learn everyday from you. I see it as a gift, not
a curse. God, Grissom, we could be happy if you'd just open your eyes."

Grissom was quiet. Several minutes passed. The only sounds to be heard were
Grissom's hard breaths and Sara's sobs.
"I, my dear, am your superior," he reminded. "I have ethical dilemmas here."

"Oh, fuck you!" Her rebelious side was coming out. "This isn't some tragical
doomed romance from one of your damned Shakespeare plays, that, that can
never fucking happen. It can't happen becuse you won't let it happen!"
"Sara, calm down."

"No, I've held my tongue for years. Here it is Grissom. I am human.
I need human touch. I let Brass put his hands on me because it felt good."

Grissom twitched with anger at the thought of Jim's hands on her, his lips
on her skin, his flesh in her flesh.
"I know you need that. You got that other guy, that paremedic for that, too, huh?"

"Don't bring up Hank. That was a mistake."

"And Brass?"

Sara looked at him. There he was, Dr. Gilbert Grissom sitting on her sofa.
The last time he'd been there was very different. She was pouring her heart
out in a different way. She just wished that he could be there for a positive reason.
It would be nice to see him there with roses in hand, asking her to dinner.
She knew she was hopeless. Even now, she was still dreaming like a school girl.
"I am beginning to think everything I do is a mistake."

"No," Grissom chimed in, "you're right about one thing. I do shy away from you.
You know why?"

"Please fill me in."

"I am very comfortable around most women. Pretty girls, hookers on the street,
showgirls in the caberets, shy librarian girls, nice students, rebelious teenagers...
you get the picture. But there's something about you that is nothing like those
women and everything like those women."

"You lost me."

"Exactly. You confuse me. You are one hundred percent woman. But none like
I've ever known."

"Grissom, there's nothing special about me."

"You're wrong. You are the most special to me."

"You sure have a funny way of showing it."

"If I touch you, I'll crack. I'll crumble. This wall that I've bulit to convince
myself that I need noone, it'll be destroyed with just one touch."

"Well, some walls need to fall. Like the Berlin wall," she spat.

He was silent. He looked around her room. It smelled like Sara:sweet
with a faint fruit scent, light and nice.
"Why'd you screw Jim Brass?" he said slowly.
"I told you already. You don't get the concept."

"I do. But why Jim?" he asked, running his thick hands in his beard.
"He was there."

"I must say, I'm insanely jealous."

"Atleast I know you can feel," Sara noted.

"Is that right?"

She stretched out her long legs and yawned. "We have to work
tonight."

"I know, I guess we've finally got it all out in the open..."

"Not everything," she interrupted.

"Continue," he agreed.

"Grissom, is this going to go on forever? I'm crazy about you. This is
not a crush. I..."

"Don't say it, Sara," he said, putting up his hand.

"No, I'm gonna say it, dammit. I LOVE YOU!"

Grissom buried his face in his hands. He quickly looked up at her.
"That's it. That's why I can't be near you. I can lust
women, I can be intregied by women, I can respect women, I just
have never loved a woman. Not until you."

Sara couldn't believe that those words had left his handsome lips
and fell upon her ears. She felt warm on the inside but frozen on
the outside. She couldn't move.

"So," he continued. "what do we do about this?"

He didn't blame her for wanting to be touched. He was shocked
that she'd let Brass have sex with her, but not at all surprized that
she finally broke down and gave in to her desires. Grissom knew
that he had pushed her away just to avoid his obvious feelings. He
knew the feelings were there, he just didn't know what to do with them.
He'd hoped that if he pushed them to the side long enogh, they'd go
away. But they didn't. Sara Sidle touched his heart in ways that no one
else ever had. She was a breath of fresh air in his stale personal life.
Her youthful gleem, the energy behind her big smile, the desire in her
deep eyes, the touch of her warm skin. The beauty in her heart, the
goodness of her soul, everything about her had him hooked. He wanted
to exploreher on a personal level. On a physical, emotional, and
spiritual level. But he was never good with words.

"Um...." Sara replied to his question, "we could go out."

"We could," he agreed. "I want to get to know you. I mean, I know you, but I
mean deeper." He rose.

Sara's eyes widened as he neared her. Was he actually looking at her
like she was an object to be desired?
Was he actually making an effort to touch her? Was he actually
reaching for her touch?
"Stand up, Sara," he said in a soft demand.

She was quick to her feet. He brushed her sleep tossed hair back with
his hand and pulled her forhead to his puckered lips. She shuttered.

"I'll do what I have to do. I can't keep this up. It's hurting you. It's hurting us."

Did he say us? Sara couldn't believe it. Maybe she was still dreaming.
Nope, she could still feel the warm wetness from his kiss. At that moment,
she felt like the fairy princess being resued by the prince on a white horse.
She had hated those stories as a girl, but as a woman she found a new
appreciation for them.Grissom did that to her. He made her weak in the knees
while still keeping a strong will.

"Um, yes. It is hurting us," she said emphisiasing the last word. It tasted
good on her mouth.

"The department will frown on this but there's no written word that says
we can't date. It's just not looked at highly."

"I don't mind," Sara said, looking in his eyes.

"Neither do I. I do go against the grain some, don't I?"

"Yes," Sara giggled.

"Just give me one day at a time. I feel naked with that wall
breaking down, my emotions exposed."

"It's called humanity, Grissom. Welcome back."


The past month had been the best one of Sara's life. She had dated Grissom three times.
Once to dinner, a museum, and a soft kiss goodnight. The second involved a roller
coaster ride, a movie, and dinner that Grissom had made them at her place. And the last
was lunch at a nice Italian restaurant folowed by a stroll in a park full of small children. Sara
insisted that he push her in a swing. She giggled when a little boy told he that he liked
it when his daddy pushed him, too.
It was Sunday night and this would be their fourth date. Sara knew that it would be a
good one, she was feeling good inside, her blood warm like red wine. Grissom had called
to let her know he was running late but it gave her more time to freshen up. His hands had
roamed her clothed body, his tongue had pushed into her cheeks, but he hadn't pushed
himself onto her nearly as much as she'd have liked. She'd respected his wishes for taking
time but tonight she knew that she needed to go a step farther. Something, anything, to
feed her fantasies. Sara dressed herself for Grissom. She slipped into a pair of white
lacey panties. She posed in front of her full length mirror, turning to view the thong back
of her new panties. Her hair was straightened, her makeup light, just lip gloss, a pink
eyeshadow, and mascara. She looked fresh, smelled faintly like rasberry spray, and
felt hot. Her panties became moist with the thought of Gil Grissom touching them.
She knew she'd wear a skirt. She hoped he'd run his thick fingers up under it and
across the lace of her thong.
"Oh, damn," she gasped, looking in her own eyes through the mirror. She saw the
reflection of a turned on woman. Grissom was an investigator. Hopefully, he could
sense her arousal. Or perhaps sniff it.

Grissom opened the door of his Denali for Sara. She climbed inside wearing a
girish smile, a spaghetti strapped blue and white flowered sundress that hit her
right above the knees. Grissom waited until she placed her last blue sandel inside
the vehicle before he winked at her and slammed the door.
He knew just how to make her tingle all over.
He started the engine and drove her throught the Las Vegas night. It was good to
both have a night off together.Grissom had the windows rolled down and the hot
Nevada wind felt warm on Sara's face.
"Gil," she said out of nowhere, then giggled.

"Gil?" He had never heard her address him by his first name.

"That's your name. I wanna call you that."

"Okay," he shrugged. He loved the way his name sounded in her swaying voice.
"I can't call you Grissom forever. I mean, you don't mind, do you?"

"No. I don't mind. Gil is fine."

"Do you have any nicknames?"

"Not really. I had a few when I was younger but nobody calls me those
names now."

"Like what?" Sara was curiuosly smiling at him.

"I'm afraid you'd get too much pleasure out of them."

"I won't laugh. Tell me."

He paused, then looked over at her. She looked like a goddess to him.
"Bug boy. Gris. Oh...and...Gildo."

"Gildo?" she asked.

"Yeah, I can't believe I told you that."

"Why Gildo?"

"Think about it, Sara. It sounds like dildo. Gildo...never mind it was college.
The science geekalways gets the bad nicknames."

"Gildo?" she giggled as it dawned on her.

"Yeah. The jocks gave it to me. It stuck all the way through my senior year."

Sara covered her grin and giggles. "I promised not to laugh."

Grissom pulled his lips to one side and cut his eyes at her. "I know."

"I'm sorry. I was Bird Legs in elementary school. Because I was long and lean
and too thin."

"Really? Because you have nice legs now. Supermodel material."

"Grissom," she said, her voice reflecting her shyness.

"Well, you do."

They arrived at the cinema. Before Grissom had started dating Sara he usually
caught his movies on pay-per-view. Sara usually rented movies. So, the actual trip
to the theater was a treat for the both of them. They entered walking hand in hand,
loosly, and casually. He loved the way her hand fit into his own.
Grissom knew that he was in deep with Sara and there was no turning back.
It was the midnight showing of Basic Instinct. "This is an older movie, they show
these older movies at midnight,"Sara said as Grissom paid for the tickets.
"I like Sharon Stone," Grissom said, eyebrows raised.

"Me too," she winked with a playful laugh.

"Interesting," he said with a wrinkled face. She always kept him guessing.


Sara's head lay on Grissom's shoulder. They watched the love scene on the
big screen. Grissom heard Sara's heavy breaths. His cock began to stiffen in
his pants as he imagined doing those acts with Sara. Her pretty new panties
were getting wetter as she watched the sex scene with Grissom. She squeezed
his hand tightly.

On the way home, Grissom suggested that they go back to his place for some wine.
Sara was quick to agree since he had yet to invite her over.
He opened the front door and led her inside. "Make yourself at home."

"Okay, Gil," she said. She loved calling him by his name. When she first met him,
it was Dr. Grissom. Only after she was out of his class did she drop the doctor.
Now, as his date, she felt she could call him Gil. She couldn't wait
until it became honey or baby. But she wasn't about to push him. He sat down on
the sofa with her. He had a different look in his eyes.
"You are so pretty."

"Thank you, Grissom, I mean, Gil."

He nodded and loosened the two buttons on his polo shirt.
He leaned in and pushed his lips over hers, tasting her grape flavored lip gloss.
"What type of wine do you like, red, white..." he whispered.

"White is good," she replied.

He silently stepped into the kitchen and returned with two half full glasses of white
wine.
It sparkled in the fluted glass.
"To us," he said.

Her heart skipped a beat. "To us."

"Follow me. I want to show you around. He le her through his private space
poining to his butterfly display, his various interests of entomology, and his
book collection. "My bedroom is in here."

That was what she wanted to hear. She followed the grey-haired handsome
man into his room. He flicked the over head light on.
A king sized waterbed was the centerpice with two small lamps on either side.
"Nice," Sara commented.

"Here's the best part," he said, leading her to two double doors that opened up
to a small balcony.

Las Vegas looked like a postcard photo in 3D as she stepped into the musky night.
She swallowed the last of her wine.
"It's beautiful. Wow, Gil, it's very cozy."

He watched her. She looked pleased.
"Sometimes, I eat here on this patio table and just watch life go by."
Sara was silent.
"You know, I remember the first time I ever laid eyes on Sara Sidle."

"Do tell," she said grinning. She loved to hear him talk about her.

"You were fifteen minutes early to class. No one else had arrived yet on that first day.
I heard yout footsteps coming down the hall. You turned the corner into my classroom.
There you stood with that white ribbon in your long curly hair. You came and sat on the
front row. Do you remember what you said to me?"

"Yes," she laughed, recalling the events.Grissom was feeling loose from the wine
and drunk on her spirit.
"I said 'Is this Entomology 101? And you said yes. And then I asked if you were
Dr. Grissom and you said yes. And said are you really the hard ass that everyone says
you are, do you really only give one A per class.'".

"And what did I say?" Grissom said, nearing her, getting so close to her body,
holding her from behind.

"You said "Yes, this is the class and I am the instructor. And I never give As.
Students must earn their A. It's just usually only one or two students actually do that.'
Then I said I'll be your star student, I'm Sara Sidle.'"

"And you were honest. You were my star student. You know, Sara," he said still
standing with her on the balcony, his breath in her ear. "I've watched you grow into a
beautiful woman. You've always put 110% into everything that you do. I'm sorry for
being so apprehensive about letting you into my heart. I should've known that you'd
do no less that 110% with it as well."

She turned to face him. He held her face and kissed her with a soft force.
"I love you," he said softly.

"I love you, Gil Grissom."

"Make love to me," he said in a moaning whisper.

Tears welled in her eyes. "You got it."

He carried her to the bed and gently placed her body on the rocking waves of
his water mattress. He closed the two doors to the balcony and quickly
returned to her. He stood before her and pulled his shirt off. He unzipped his
pants and they fell to the floor. He stood there in his green boxer shorts looking
at her. She admired the hair on his chest and stomach. Her finger reached up
and touched the treasure trail. She moved her soft fingertip up and down it, her
eyes locked with his. He lifted her to face him and pulled her sundress off of her
shoulders causing it to fall to the floor with his pants. She stood there in her new
lacy panties. Grissom's cock rose, pushing at his boxers. Sara's eyes wandered
to his hardness. She gushed out into the crotch of her thong. Grissom moved his
hand to her wetness. He felt it through the fabric. She quivered from his touch.
"You are ready for me," he breathed hard, kissing her with passion.

"Yes," she whimpered.

He fondled her boobs, thumbing the nipples with his thick, warm fingers. She leaned
her head back in ectascy.
"Grissom," she called out.

"I want to make you feel alive again, more than any man ever has. I want to make
real love to you, my Sara."

His tongue trailed to her nipples, lapping at them, his teeth
scraping them, no pressure, no bites, only a scrape. He removed the panties from her
hips and lay her backwards on his bed. He pulled them from her ankles, then kissed her
toes. He licked her all the way up her leg and straight to her hole of female honey. He
tasted her then inserted two fingers inside. She moved on them calling for him. She
squeezed the sheets, bit her lower lips, it was Grissom. He was tasting her, moving
her folds and clit with his talented tongue. His fingers were still inside of her plunging
at her g-spot while his blue eyes were on her.
Just when she was ready to climax, he pulled the fingers out and stopped kising her
mound.

"What the..."

"Not yet, my sweet. Not yet."

She knew that Grissom knew what he was doing.
HIs bed smelled like him. Musky, manly, faint cleanly masucline, sexy, raw...she was
so aroused. Her wetness had leaked onto his silk sheets.
Grissom climbed in bed with her. He placed a pillow under her head. He lay side by
side with her and took her hand, placing it on his rock hard shaft. It pulsed in her hand.

"Oh, baby," she moaned and went down with her mouth. He saw her beautiful hair
bouncing around as she bobbed up and down on his cock, teasing each blue vein with
her tongue. He tasted like salty, sweaty, manmeat. He slid a finger back inside of her
wet twat and moved it swiftly.

"Ohhhhh Sarrra," he groaned.

He pulled her head up. She gasped for air. "Lie down. I want to feel you," he said in
that teacher voice, instructing her, she loved it.
Grissom flipped her on her stomach an kissed her back, down her bare ass, down to
her inner thighs and licked her from her wet pussy to her ass crack. He inserted his fingers
into her again, pulling them in and out, getting her ready for his thickness. Sara couldn't
believe how thick his dick was, the length was average, six inches or so, but the thickness
was huge! She was ready for him as he flipped her back over to face him and planted his
weight on her body. He kissed her face and lips as he pentrated her wet folds.

"Ohhhhhh," she cried out, holding strong to his back.

He pumped inside of her for several minutes angling his cock for her pleasure,
watching her face, her expressions of unbelievable gratification.
Sweat rolled from his head of curls as he pounded into her, his balls wet with the fliud
rolling from her snatch. He positioned himself on his knees and lifted her on top of him.
He pulled her onto his rod, pressure building, looking in her eyes,
she could read on his face just how good it felt for him. He could feel on his cock just
how wet she was for him.
They exploded together in climax.


Grissom held her, her body thrown half over his, both looking into the darkness.
"You have a beautiful body."

"Thank you," she said.

"I already knew you had a beautiful mind."

"That's sweet, Grissom. I mean Gil."

"Whichever you call me is fine."

"Okay, Gildo."

"Just not that," he chuckled.

"Fair enough."

"I love you," he reconfirmed. "I could spent the rest of my life with you."

"You're saying all the right things. Is this a dream?"

"No, I mean it. I love you. Some of the guys were talking the other day, about us.
Brass reminded me that I had once told him that 'you are never too old for a thrill'. I told
them that you were more than a thrill. You were the kind of ride that I never wanted to
get off. I can see this being permanant, can you?"

Sara sat up in bed. "I never could picture myself getting married. The white dress, the
cake, the flowers, none of that. Until I fell for you." She laid back down in his arms. "Yeah.
I could be Mrs. Grissom. Mrs. Gildo."

"Okay, you!" he said and playfully tickled her until she surrendered.

She knew, as she watched him being alive, being human, that he was worth every
eternal second of the wait.