Where They Belong

Disclaimer: Follow the evidence. If I owned anything this would be on CBS rather than the Internet. The characters belong to Anthony Zuicker and those lovely people at CBS. I dont make any money from this. I just play with them because that's the only way Grissom is getting any.

Elements of the challenge:
Gris taking Viagra
Sara is a sexy dress
Mention of the Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise romance
Finding out that a CSI or Brass has a royal title
Someone thinks that either they or their significant other is pregnant

Where They Belong 1/1

Grissom left the pharmacy with his prescription. His migraines had returned with a vengeance and his doctor had prescribed one of the newer medications. His fioracet no longer worked on his migraines, which were now coming almost weekly instead of yearly. As if his headaches weren’t bad enough, tonight he had to attend this nightmare. The governor was elected on hefty promises on crime and law enforcement, and tonight he held a dinner honoring the top law enforcement personnel in the state. At the top of the list were Grissom and most of his CSI team, or at least his former team since Ecklie’s changes, and attendance was mandatory. Both Catherine and Sofia had been a bit put out that they were not included on the list of honorees, and Sara had what could only be called a hissy fit when she found out that she HAD to attend.

(Two weeks earlier)

“Manditory!?!?! You can’t be serious Griss. I can’t go to that thing.”

Grissom took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose at the shrill sound of Sara’s voice. “Sara we’ve been through this. I don’t want to be there either, but we have to be.”

“No you don’t understand. I can’t go. I hate the whole sucking up atmosphere. I hate people who have no idea what we do making a big deal out of us doing our jobs. And I don’t dress up. I never have. I wouldn’t have a clue what to wear to that thing nor do I want to.”

“Well then I suggest you figure it out because you’re going. It’s out of my hands Sara.”

Catherine jumped in. “I can help Sara.” Sara looked at her confused and Cath smiled. “Hey I wasn’t invited, but I can get you ready to go. It’ll be good practice for me. We’ll just act like you’re getting ready for the prom.”

“Cath I never went to the prom.” “All the better. You’re going.”

(Present)

Grissom pulled up in front of the Bellagio and took one of his migraine pills while he waited for the valet to take his car. It was going to be a long night. He just hoped that the new pills worked well enough to get him through a token appearance and let him get home.

Sara couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. But there she stood outside the Bellagio ballroom. She took a deep breath and walked in, hoping that she could make it through a token appearance and head home.

Grissom was standing talking to Nick and Brass when he noticed that the end of the room he was standing in went quiet. He looked from Nick to Brass and didn’t think anything was wrong with his hearing, and then Brass nudged his arm and gestured behind him. Grissom turned and now he knew why the room went quiet. Every man there was speechless by one sight: Sara Sidle. Her wine colored gown swept around her ankles and hugged every curve she usually kept hidden. The gown came over one shoulder and she had a broach where it connected to the front of the gown that sparkled. Grissom was sure that strap and broach had no other function but to draw attention to her breasts. Her hair was swept back from her face and she wore earrings and a necklace that sparkled as much as the broach.

Sara was speechless when she entered the ballroom. She had never been in a room so extravagant. It barely registered that people stopped talking when she entered the room. Her attention was focused on Grissom. She saw him standing with Nick and Brass and started over toward them. When he turned and faced her, he took her breath away. Grissom always looked good, even at work, but this was too much. Sara didn’t know much about women’s clothing, but she knew men’s fashion well. Grissom in this black Italian 3 button suit with a dusty rose shirt and a cream tie just oozed elegance without being boring.

Brass walked over and escorted her to the group. “I got to tell you Sara. I never thought I’d see the day you’d look like a woman.” Grissom glared at his friend. “Jim she always looks like a woman.” Jim Brass smirked and winked at Sara. “I’m surprised you noticed Gil.” Nick fought to keep from laughing while Brass needled Grissom. The entire lab knew he was attracted to Sara, at the least. The running book on the situation had 1,000 to 1 that he even noticed she was a woman, 5,000 to one that had any reaction to her resembling a human male, and 10,000 to one that he’d make a move. Not surprisingly, no one wanted in on that one since everyone knew the graveyard supervisor had no heart. Hell they didn’t call him Tin Man for nothing.

They found their table and settled in for the evening’s speeches and dinner. Much to their dismay, Conrad Ecklie and his new wife were seated with them. “Why Miss Sidle, it’s so nice to see you and looking so lovely too. If I didn’t know better I’d swear you were actually…” He never finished his thought when he caught his wife’s glare. She looked at Sara and smiled. “Don’t you worry about Conrad, honey. I promise he’ll behave himself this evening. At least he better,” she finished as she looked pointedly at her husband. Ecklie tried to smile as he excused himself to go get his wife another drink. Nick smiled and leaned over to Brass and Grissom whispering, “I haven’t heard a whip crack like that since that case over at Lady Heather’s.”
The opening speeches were thankfully short and soon dinner was served. Much to Ecklie’s dismay, his wife took the opportunity to get to know Sara a little and generally make small talk with everyone. Grissom watched Sara all through dinner taking in everything about her. The way the light reflected off her hair, her smile, and her laugh. When the tip of her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, he almost choked on his water and started thinking about anything else to fight off his body’s reaction. It hadn’t taken so little to arouse him since he was a teenager. He re-focused his attention on the conversation as the topic turned to movies.

“So Conrad, are we still on for the Batman opening?” Ecklie nodded. “You bet. And Carolyn I really appreciate you letting me borrow our sheriff here for that. Becca doesn’t like to go with me.” Carolyn Atwater smiled. “Oh by all means take him. I hate those ridiculous movies that he moves and it’s high time he found someone else to go with him.”

Nick was floored. “Just a sec. Ecklie you’re actually going to see Batman?” Ecklie shrugged. “Sure why not? I’ve seen every movie based on a comic book, and have them all on DVD.” Nick shook his head. “But that’s so, so. Normal.”

Ecklie laughed. “What you think I’m not normal? I have a life you know. The movies like Batman are just fun. Go in, don’t think, and let yourself go back to when things didn’t matter so much. When things were simple, when we didn’t need metal detectors in elementary schools, when you let your kids play in their own yard without a psycho taking them.”

Rebecca Ecklie just smirked. “Yeah that’s what you tell yourself. But I know you only want to see Batman Begins to check out that little cream puff.” Carolyn Atwater jumped in and the two women quickly moved the discussion away from silly movies and were discussing Tom Cruise’s new love. Ecklie rolled his eyes. “Oh here we go.” He looked at Brass and Grissom and smirked. “She can’t stand to see older men with young women.”

“And why would I? I mean come on; the man is 42 years old. She’s practically a baby compared to him.”

Sara spoke up. “Katie Holmes is 26, which only makes her 16 years younger than he is. It’s probably for the publicity for the movies they both have coming out, but even if it isn’t who cares? Some women prefer older men.”

Carolyn laughed, “Sure they do honey. They like older men with money, or it’s the women who can’t get a man their own age who go for them. It’s the ones like you who could get any man they want who drive them to the old guys anyway.”

Rebecca agreed, “She’s right. I mean why would a woman your age want an older man when she could have a guy like for instance Nick here.”

Sara took a sip of her wine and glanced briefly at Grissom. “Well for starters I can’t have any man I want. You must have me confused with someone else. For another thing, a guy like Nick here doesn’t do a thing for me. He’s more like a brother to me. I actually prefer older men. The men my age still have some growing up to do. A lot of them still like to party and I prefer quieter things. Not to mention the responsibility factor. Older men have their lives set the way they like them and while they may invite change in the form of a relationship, they aren’t about to be careless about it. We all know what being careless can get you. Right Nick?”

“Oh Sar I should have known better than to tell you.” Sara laughed, “Yeah you should have. But you did and you know I have to tease you.” Nick felt Grissom’s gaze and looked over at him and then at Ecklie. “Alright, you guys have to know anyway. Mia’s pregnant.”

Grissom was stunned. “Mia? The DNA tech?” At Nick’s nod he sighed. “It took Greg and I eight months to find his replacement, and now she’s pregnant. To you. You know you’re going to be the one to tell Greg this one.”

Nick nodded “Yeah I understand Griss. And he’s going to be ticked to say the least. He loves it in the field. But really I’m more concerned with telling War. Man he had his sights set on her the minute she walked in the door.”

Sara looked at Rebecca Ecklie. “See? A younger guy and look at the problems. Two of his friends will probably be really upset with him for a while, his supervisor looks about ready to wring his neck, and that’s just the problems at work. What about at home? I’m sure his parents aren’t going to be thrilled with the circumstances, and her family can’t even stand him dating her let alone having a child with her.”

Nick conceded, “Yeah that’s true. But what about older guys? I mean they’re more settled and all, but how often are older single guys like Griss here. Workaholics who barely poke their heads out of the office and don’t relate to people.”

“Oh please Nick. Grissom relates to people better than you think. People just don’t relate to him well a lot of the time. And that’s common for a man as intelligent as he is. People find that threatening. Do you think if he didn’t relate to people well that he could have gotten Terri Miller to go out with him? What about Charlotte in prints? He relates to people fine.”

Grissom interrupted, “Hey what is this? Does the whole lab know about my social life?”

Sara smiled at him. “Yes. Hey when the bug guy has a date, it makes headlines in the lab grapevine. Especially since it isn’t often.”

Grissom watched her as she continued to discuss the merits of dating older men and couldn’t help but let his mind wander a bit. “She likes older men. I know she likes me. Could I take that chance?” He watched her as she leaned forward a bit making a point, and Grissom could see down her dress clearly enough to know that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He bit his lip to keep from groaning as that implication sent his body into full on arousal. Brass watched his friend excuse himself from the table and step outside, and incorrectly assumed the conversation was the cause of Grissom’s discomfort.

“Hey ladies, as much as I enjoy watching this debate, when Gil comes back can we put a lid on it. I mean he is the only older guy at the table here who hasn’t been married, and I think the whole conversation is making him uncomfortable.”

Rebecca glared at him. “And just who do you think you are, King of England?” Brass chuckled, “Laird of Glencairn actually. But thanks for asking.” Everyone at the table stared at him. “What? Ok some of the guys did it as a gag gift. You can get royal Scottish titles on the internet.” Everyone had a good laugh, completely oblivious to Grissom’s pain.

Outside Grissom paced the hall and made several trips to the men’s room attempting to get comfortable. He knew if he just stayed away from Sara for a few minutes, he’d have himself back in control. But that wasn’t happening this time. Sara from had aroused him across the room before, but he had never been this hard or for this long because of it. The only thing he could do now was head home. Hopefully his erection would have subsided by then, and if not at least he could take care of it in privacy. He called Brass’ cell as he headed for the valet.

Brass told everyone that Grissom wasn’t feeling well and headed home, but his eyes told Sara there was more to it. She made her excuses shortly after and headed for Grissom’s townhouse, pulling in directly behind him. The sight of her long legs uncovered as she climbed from her Tahoe did nothing to help his condition. Sara walked over and noted his increased breathing and the beads of sweat forming across his brow. “Griss, Brass said you weren’t feeling well. Are you ok?” Grissom nodded and began to walk into his townhouse. Sara followed him. “Are you sure? I thought maybe you were just uncomfortable with the conversation. And I’m sorry, I got a little carried away with that.” She stopped talking when she saw the pain in his eyes. She reached out and cupped his cheek, which made him whimper. “Sara, I’ll be fine. Maybe you should go.”

“No. I’m not leaving until I’m sure you’re ok. And you’re not. So what’s wrong?”

He opened his door and she followed him inside. “I’m fine.” “No you’re not. I know you Griss and you’re not fine. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I am not having this conversation with you.” “Why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing enough without telling you about it.” He took his jacket off and draped it over a chair. It was then that Sara noticed the front of his pleated pants was tented by a massive hard on.

“Oh I see. Well that’s definitely a problem.”
Grissom blushed and stepped behind the chair. “Would you just go?” She seemed shocked at his tone. “Gees Griss just ignore it and it’ll go away. What are you so mad at me for?”

“Because it’s your fault!” Sara was stunned. “My fault? I didn’t touch you.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “You didn’t have to. You never have to. You just have to be there. And I’ve tried ignoring it. Why do you think I was in the hall for so long? Ignoring it isn’t helping. This night is just a complete disaster. Not only do I still have a migraine, but now this.”

He sat down in the chair and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. Even without the physical discomfort, he felt beaten. “Did you mean it? What you told Ecklie’s wife about older men?”

Sara knelt in front of him and stroked his hair. “Of course I did. I’ve always liked older men. Even in college when my friends were drooling over Tom Cruise, I preferred Sean Connery.” He looked at her and smirked bringing a smile to her face. “Hey what can I say? With that naval uniform in The Hunt for Red October, he was just too hot.”

“So a migraine huh? Did you take anything for it?” Grissom blinked. “Yeah I just had my prescription filled. It’s a new one that’s supposed to help prevent them rather than treat them.”

“Can you take anything for the pain with it?” “Yeah I have Imitrex now. That’s new too. It’s in my briefcase in the pharmacy bag.”

Sara retrieved the bag and pulled out the two prescription bottles. One was Imitrex and the other was Topamax. She handed Grissom the Imitrex and a bottle of water from his fridge when his phone rang. The sound pierced through his head and he groaned. Sara answered it to put him out of his misery.

“Hello.”

“Yes this is David Peterson from Walgreen’s pharmacy calling. Is Dr. Grissom in?”

“I’m sorry but Dr. Grissom isn’t available right now. Can I take a message?”

“Yes and it’s urgent he get the message as soon as possible. There was apparently a mix up here at the pharmacy. One of our new techs put the wrong prescriptions into the wrong bottles. We found the mix up when another customer came back in with his prescription when he found Topamax instead of his Viagra. According to our records, Dr. Grissom was the only person having Topamax filled around that time, and since it’s a new prescription for him, he probably wouldn’t realize he has the wrong one.”

“Thanks for calling. I’ll let him know and I’m sure he’ll be in tomorrow.”

Sara couldn’t contain her laughter when she hung up the phone. “Oh Griss. I know what’s wrong now. It all makes sense.”

Grissom groaned and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Even the pain of a migraine wasn’t enough to deflate his raging erection, and it was getting to be quite painful. “What makes sense Sara?”

Sara relayed the message from the pharmacy and Grissom groaned. “Oh that’s just great. So I’m just going to have to suffer until this wears off.” Sara giggled, “Well you could always take matters into your own hands.”

“Not funny Sara. And don’t think I hadn’t thought of that. This is just too sensitive to even go there.”

He toed off his dress shoes and leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up. “Go home Sara. I’ll be fine in a while. I’m just going to sit here, let the meds work on my migraine, and wait for this crap to work out of my system.”

Sara thought about it and decided against it. “No I think I’ll hang around. You look like you could use some help, so I’ll help. This is my fault after all.” She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, which surprised him. But it didn’t surprise him half as much as her hands unbuckling his belt. He moaned into her mouth as the pressure on his crotch was released, then pulled back with a hiss as her hand made contact with his boxer covered shaft. “Sara. This isn’t a good idea.” Sara nodded in agreement. “You’re right Gil. This is a great idea.”

Grissom was helpless as a wave of desire crashed over him as he listened to her. He stood up and caressed her arms. “Say that again.” “What? This is a great idea?” He shook his head. “No before that.” She saw the desire in his eyes and knew what he needed to hear. “Gil.”

He lost control and pulled her to him with a crushing kiss. Moments later he swept her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, standing her at the foot of his bed just long enough to peel her gown over her head and removing his shirt and pants, before he placed her in the center of his bed. This is where she belonged. No other woman had ever been in his bed, and after tonight no other woman ever would.

He joined her on the bed removing her remaining clothing, kissing her, caressing her, and bringing her passion to a fever pitch to match his own. When he could take no more he rolled himself on top of her and separated her legs with his knee. She looked into his eyes as he entered her and whispered, “I love you Gil.”

The intensity of the moment was too much for him as he heard her. Grissom’s eyes filled with tears and he took her hand in his. “I love you too Sara. I always have.” She rolled her hips and he began to move.

Sara watched his eyes as he began to thrust within her. There was no mistaking the love she saw within them. She arched her back and pulled his ass closer, urging him deeper, and with a primal growl Grissom released his control and began pounding into her. Her climax crashed through her without warning and they rode it into the next. Sara lost count after her third climax when she realized that she was going to be very sore the next morning.

Grissom loved her voice at anytime, but Sara’s voice in bed was better than anything he had ever heard. She was so responsive to his touch and the sounds she made fanned the flames of his passion. After her third climax he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and he was distantly aware he was talking. “God Sara…….love you…..so much…..don’t leave me……can’t live without you……..can’t fight it anymore…….want you with me……always…..you’re mine…..all mine…..my beautiful Sara.”

His words brought her to the brink of another climax and she clung to him, her nails raking his back. “Yes….Gil, yes…..I love you……I’m yours.” Her climax pulled his own from him as he thrust deep into her one last time. He pulled her with her as he rolled to his side and held her as both of them caught their breath. After a few minutes they both moaned as his cock softened and slipped out of her.

Sara snuggled into his chest and winced slightly as she shifted. Grissom noticed and stroked her back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Sara kissed his neck and wrapped her arms around him. “You didn’t. I’m not hurt Gil. I’m sore. But it’s a good kind of sore. I should be worried about you. How’s your headache?” Grissom chucked, “What headache?” Sara smiled. “That’s good.”

Grissom pulled back a bit and looked at her. “I do love you, Sara. I never thought I could get lucky enough that you could love me back.” Sara leaned up on her elbow and cupped his face. “Gil I’ve loved you since that seminar. I didn’t think you could love me. When you called and asked me to come to Vegas I figured I’d take the chance and see what happened. Why did you think I dropped everything and moved here when you offered me the job?”

He kissed her head and sighed. “I hate to think of all the time we wasted.”

“Then don’t. We found each other now Gil. That’s what matters. Now get some sleep. You’ve had a rough evening and we don’t want your migraine to come back. And tomorrow you have to go to the pharmacy and get their mix up taken care of.”

“You’re right. When I get there I’ll have a few words for them too.”

Sara looked concerned. “What are you going to do?” Grissom shook his head. “I don’t know. Right now ‘thank you’ doesn’t seem like enough.”

They drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, right where they were always mean to be.