Cold cases, hot showers

My response to a personal challenge.

Rules of the challenge: Use of the sentence "purple monkey dishwasher", mentioning of a pink ribbon tied around a glass box containing a butterfly in Grissom's office, a Norwegian line (thanks a lot for that Cam!), jealous Grissom, and a nocent (smutty) ending.

Disclaimer: None of them are mine!
Warning: NC-17 for use of swearing and smut.
Pairing: Our geeks, who else?


She leaned against the doorframe as she had done so many times. Eyeing him carefully while he worked his way through the stacks of paperwork he had neglected over the last few weeks. He just hadn't come around to it, he had been thinking about her and not been able to put his mind to the numbing task of reading and signing, reading and signing.

There she was, leaning. Somehow different this time. He couldn't quite put his finger on it while he slowly raised his head from the files, lowered his glasses and took in every inch of her. She was so beautiful.

"I see you're busy. I'll come back another time," she said softly.

Grissom opened his mouth to call her back, but she had already turned and walked out into the hall. He sighed and lowered his head to the paperwork.

Sara walked to the break room, grabbed a cup of coffee and slammed it on the break room table sending gushes of coffee over the edge.

"Damnit!"

Why was this so hard. Why was it so hard to tell Grissom that she had decided she didn't need him anymore. Why was it so hard to tell him she'd moved on.

She wanted to tell him, she wanted him to stand up and fight for her. But this was Grissom. He never would.

She wiped the spilt coffee up with a paper towel.

After throwing the soaked thing in the trash can she took a sip from her coffee. Only to realise it had gone cold and tasted like crap.

"Damnit!"

She threw the remainders of the brownish liquid into the sink, along with the mug and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge to get rid of the horrible taste that had now filled every corner of her mouth.

It was now official: This day sucked.

Greg entered the office to find her slumped over the table with her head in her arms.

"Hei min skjønne. Hvorfor er du så trist?"

Sara slowly raised her head to meet Greg's sparkling eyes.

"Ingen vitser, er du snill."

Greg looked at her in amazement.

"You understood that?"

"I once had a Norwegian boyfriend."

A grin crept across Greg's face.

"So you know about our... qualities, then?"

He sat down next to her, trying to look smug and sexy.

"He didn't have any qualities," Sara said while shrugging, "I just dated him to be dating. I was a nerd, even for Harvard standards."

Greg smiled.

"No offence, but you look like you could use some coffee."

"I do, but I just grabbed some old coffee and let me tell you. It wasn't pretty."

"I'll fix you some of my Blue Hawaïan," Greg said while getting up.

Sara smiled widely at him and remembered how sweet Greg actually was. Maybe, just maybe, he would be the guy for her. He always knew how to cheer her up, make her laugh.

Half an hour later she realized he was in fact NOT the guy for her. He was telling her about 'the Simpsons', a show she never liked, and he kept cracking up about it. She pretended to laugh, to understand what he was talking about, but really she didn't.

"... Purple monkey dishwasher!" Greg hiccoughed, "Really, how DID they come up with it?"

Sara laughed. Not at the dishwasher comment, but at the way Greg just lost himself in his laughing fit. This was the moment Grissom chose to walk in.

"Let's see if you still think life is funny after I hand out the assignments, Greg."

The youngest CSI fell silent and quickly recomposed himself, glancing at Sara with a helpless look across his features.

"Greg, you drive out to Henderson and help Warrick on a double homicide. He's already there. Cath and Nick are off, so that means Sara, you're with me."

He turned around as abruptly as he had walked in and strode out into the hallway.

"Am I supposed to follow him?" Sara asked Greg while she raised a brow.

"Sara, are you coming?!" Grissom bellowed from outside the door.

"Guess so," Greg grinned.

Sara pushed herself up out of her chair and slowly worked out into the hallway.

"What have we got?" she asked with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"It's a slow night, I want you to go over some cold cases with me."

"That's it? That's why I had to hurry?"

"Greg had to leave, so playtime was over anyway," Grissom shrugged.

Sara opened her mouth, only to close it again two seconds later. She could not believe this man. She was always professional and now he was talking to her like she was some schoolgirl out for the fun.

She started to walk away from him towards his office.

"I assume you've got the files in here?"

She didn't wait for a response but walked into his office without looking back. Grissom followed her in.

"Sit down. Please," he said.

Sara eyed him suspiciously. This did not entirely sound like a work-related thing. She sat down while Grissom closed and locked the door and shut every blind there was until they were closed off from the world.

Sara looked nervously around his office. She had closed the door on her and Grissom, she was moving on, no more daydreams about him, them, no more fantasies about what could be. Over, out, no more. NO.

She noticed a butterfly in a glass box with pink ribbon tied around it, which stood on his desk. It hadn't been there before. Had it been a gift from a fellow entomologist?

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Grissom whispered while taking the seat next to hers.

No more daydreams, he's too close. NO.

Sara searched for words to say. Her speech was caught in her throat as she glanced nervously at Grissom, trying to push the image of him on her to the back of her mind.

"It... It is."

The butterfly was a deep shade of blue, with a red edge to it's wings. It was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful things Sara had ever seen.

"Satyrium titus," Grissom said.

He leaned forward to pick up the small box.

"It's of the Hairstreak family, they're very rare. I think it's the most beautiful butterfly there is."

He looked into Sara's dark brown eyes.

"I... I agree."

Stop stuttering Sidle. Oh but he's too close, too close.

She could smell his shampoo and just his scent in general. All those thoughts she had pushed to the back of her mind came running back so fast, she didn't know what hit her.

"I think it deserves a beautiful owner," he whispered, sending shivers down her spine.

He looked at her expectantly.

What does he want from me?

He had grabbed her hand without her noticing and now he slowly laid the box in her hand.

"You... You think I'm..."

"Beautiful. Yes I do."

She searched his eyes for something to tell her he was messing with her. But he looked so sincere it hurt her.

"Why now Grissom? Why do you keep doing this to me? I'm trying to move on, and now... This..."

Grissom lowered his head in his hands.

"You told me I'd be too late."

She suddenly felt sorry for him, and although voices in her head were screaming at her to stop, to go back because he would hurt her again, and again, and again, she slowly rose her hand and touched his cheek.

"You know Grissom, you're on the verge of being too late, but you just ran in on the bell."

He looked at her, uncertain of what she was telling him. He saw it in her eyes. He was right on time.

He stood up quickly, leaving Sara with a hurt face.

"No, Sara, no it's okay," he said while pulling her up against him.

His lips crashed down on hers powered by every repressed emotion he had in him. Her mouth opened to his and their tongues clashed together in a fiery dance. She tasted sweet, he tasted masculine.

He was thoroughly aware of her breasts pressing against his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck, the tears streaming down her face. He kissed them all away, licking his lips to taste this very intimate flavor of hers.

He broke away from her and looked deep into her eyes.

"I want this. Do you want this?" he whispered as he leaned his forehead against hers.

"I've never wanted anything BUT this."

It had been the answer Grissom had hoped for and he lifted Sara up and put her on his desk. He ran his hands over her hips and under her shirt up to the sides of her breasts.

She leaned back a bit and just watched him in amazement. She had never seen him like this. He frowned a bit as he concentrated on every single sensation.

He slowly pushed her shirt further and further up and leaned down to kiss her skin, while softly stroking her nipples through the lace of her bra with his thumbs.

The feeling was too much for her and tears once again formed in her eyes.

"Don't cry honey," Grissom whispered before tenderly covering her mouth with his.

"I just can't believe we're here. It's us."

"I know..."

Grissom softly kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her earlobes.

"Listen Sara, I understand if you don't want to do this here, and now."

"Oh no you're NOT retreating," she said with a mischievous grin, "But maybe we could better do this someplace else... Like, let's see... The break room?"

Grissom's eyes widened.

"Just kidding." She flashed him her brightest smile. "I wouldn't mind to be fucked in the locker room though," she softly purred.

Heat soared through Grissom's body right and he felt his erection steadily growing. He had always known Sara could do a lot to him, but he hadn't expected her to say these kinds of things and he couldn't help but love her for it.

"Really?" he said. But the look in her eyes already gave him the answer.

He pulled her closer and whispered, "Well then, Miss Sidle, why don't you lead the way?"

She grinded against his largeness, that was now pressing against the fabric of his pants.

"Because if people see you with this big boy, they'd know what we're up to, and we wouldn't want THAT now would we?"

Grissom groaned.

"I'll go first, check out if it's safe... You get this one down and follow me in a few minutes, alright?"

Sara pulled him close for one last demanding kiss and then left his office.

When he entered the locker room five minutes later it was empty except for Sara, who was leaning casually against his locker.

He quickly locked the door behind him and walked up to her while unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as he could.

Sara marvelled at his broad chest, his strong shoulders and just the sexiness that was him. He pinned her against the lockers and bit her neck while she wrapped her arms around his waist. His hands were all over her body, exploring every inch of her. Every single inch he had never allowed himself to touch before.

Soon her shirt was on the floor, as were their shoes and socks. He ran his tongue down her neck and leaned forward to gently suck her nipples through her bra. She responded immediately, bucking her hips into him at the fireworks he caused in her body.

"Sara..." Grissom whispered while softly running his teeth over the lace.

"Hmm?"

"I want you... In the shower..." he panted.

She pulled him up to her and kissed him hard.

"Yes."

They shed the rest of their clothes on the way to the shower, kissing and touching as they went. Sara turned on the shower and then pulled Grissom against her tightly. His erection pressed into her and it turned her on more than she could ever have imagined.

The water ran down her face and her curves, wettening her hair.

"God, Sara... You are amazing," Grissom said while circling his tongue around her nipples, steadily turning them into a peak.

The sensation rushed through her body and nestled firmly between her thighs.

She ran her nails down his back, not caring about the marks she might leave, but just being caught up in the moment. He stood up and kissed her once again, letting the water run through his hair and over his shoulders. She sucked on his collar bone and he threw his head back, revelling in the sensation.

He had not expected her to be this good, to give him this kind of pleasure. And he hadn't even been inside her yet.

Sara sank to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on the head. He shivered with anticipation while she slowly let her teeth grind his shaft. Her mouth felt so good on him, he couldn't wait to feel what she would feel like when he would enter her.

Her hands softly stroked his inner thighs and she cupped him gently while licking the length of him.

"Stop!" he moaned, pushing her away from him.

He pulled her back up to him and whispered in her ear, "You're good at that, but I want to wait."

She kissed him and he let his hand slide between her legs.

"Hmm... Your hair is not the only thing that's wet honey."

He slowly pushed a finger into her depths while sucking her bottom lip.

Sara couldn't help but grind into him, demanding his finger to fill her deeper and deeper. He slid in a second finger and felt her sighing her hot breath into his mouth. He let his tongue lick hers briefly before letting it travel further and further South. He elicited a low moan from her when he replaced his fingers with his mouth and he licked her sensitive nub.

She took his right hand into her mouth and sucked her own juices off of it, making him rock hard once again.

"I want you in me Gris..." she panted, "I need you in me."

He stood up and surprised her by lifting her swiftly and lowering her upon him. She sheathed him in one firm motion when she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Steam filled the shower and the feeling of him in her clouded her mind. It was the best she had ever felt, and she could tell he felt the same when he pushed her against the wall and started rocking back and forth, deeper and deeper into her.

"Sara..." he mumbled into her neck, "God! Sara!"

She clenched her muscles around him to feel him even better inside her. She felt she was nearing the edge and she just couldn't wait to come with him inside her. She had fantasized about this moment so many times, but never could she have imagined the raw way he was now pounding into her, man on a mission.

"I'm close..." she whispered in his ear.

"Yeah?" He stopped and leaned backwards a bit to look her in the eyes and he smiled. "Me too," he said before taking her mouth and pounding into her with all his force.

"God! Grissom!" Sara screamed while feeling the hot sensation of an orgasm build in her body.

"Sar... a!"

His juices spilt inside her while the tightening of her muscles around him pulled every last drop out of him.

He slowly lowered her down to the floor and kissed her gently.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips.

"Me too."

She looked him in the eyes and decided she was not over him. And didn't ever want to be.