sleepless nights and lovely mornings

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EPISODE 6x05 SPOILER WARNING

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okay summary: this fic is based on the spoilers of "gum drops" I only borrowed the fact of the team sleeping in the motel and Grissom and Greg sharing a room while Sara has one on her own.
So Greg snores....and Grissom can't sleep....wanna know where he goes?

disclaimer: these characters were not created by me. I just play with them...

AN: My first fan fiction ever! I'm more the orinial fiction type of writer....so uhm...I hope you like this story!

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sleepless nights and lovely mornings

He stared into the mirror, ...when he thought of today’s events he was still shaking, a cold shower running down his spine. He heard Greg’s snore that was still audible in the bathroom, it was almost as loud as inside of their bed room.
He still couldn’t believe it, he had to share a room with Greg. How was he supposed to sleep? Greg’s snore probably kept the whole motel awake!…but he needed sleep, he needed sleep so desperately. He didn’t know what to do now, he wouldn’t be able to even get some rest in this room. He decided to leave the room for a while, getting out, breathing some fresh air, feeling the cold air on his still hot skin…but he couldn’t move, his eyes wouldn’t let go off the mirror.
'I don’t know myself anymore.'
He would love to punch his fists into the mirror, he would love to let out all his aggression, they grew bigger with every minute and he couldn’t stop it.
He took a deep breath, finally being able to turn away from his reflection. He counted to ten, twice…he wanted to calm down before leaving the bathroom…
Ten minutes later he slowly opened the bathroom door, sidling out of the bedroom to the hallway. There was no light in the hallway, but he could see the light from the rooms escaping from the gap between the door and the ground.
He walked slowly, heading towards the exit, when he passed Sara’s room the light inside was still burning. He hesitated if he should knock on the door, asking her why she was still awake…maybe they could talk a little…he needed some distraction from the chaos in his head.
He softly knocked against the door, he felt his heart beating faster, but he didn’t know why…maybe he was already used to it…whenever he was with her his heart started to beat harder, faster…he had stopped wondering about the ‘why?’ long time ago.
She opened the door. Saying nothing, staring at him, throwing an asking look at him.
“Why are you still awake?”, he asked whispering.
“I can’t sleep.”, she answered softly.
Her eyes were so red, so tired…she wore her hair in a ponytail, her body wrapped into one of the motel’s bath robes.
“Come in.”, she whispered, opening the door wider for him.
He entered, taking seat on a chair that stood next to a small table. “Why can’t you sleep?”
She gave a shrug. “Don’t know.”, she sighed, taking seat on the edge of the king sized bed. “Too many things running through my head."
“The case?”
She glanced around the room, as if she’d find the answer written down somewhere. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“Greg snores.”
A soft grin flashed over her lips.
“That’s not funny.”
She turned to him. “I know…”
“…we should talk.”, he said softly.
She raised an eyebrow. “About what?”
“About what happened today.”
“Grissom, everybody looses his temper from time to time.”
“That’s not what I mean. Sara I…I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
She nodded softly. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“It’s okay…I, I actually ignored it. We’re all tired, we are all exhausted. It’s normal that people snap at each other when they are over-worked.”
Grissom left his seat. “You should sleep now Sara…tomorrow will be just as harsh as today…I don’t want you to pass out.”
She smiled softly. “What about you? Will you press a pillow on Greg’s face to make him stop snoring?”
Grissom shrugged. “I will find away.”
“You can stay here if you want.” ...'Did I just say this?!' She swallowed hard. 'Great, he’s going to say ‘No’ and I will think he did it because of me and …when he says no he does it because of me and…Why was I so…out of my mind?'
Grissom stared at her, she hoped she wouldn’t start shaking…but she felt one cold shower after another running down her back. She had to say something, something that would…no, she couldn’t make him forget this…she couldn’t pretend that it never happened. “I mean…I only need one side of this huge bed and…we’re both adults, we can both control ourselves, we can share a bed without any deeper meaning.” She swallowed hard, hoping, praying that he would stop staring at her.
There were thousands of thoughts running through his mind. He doubted that he could really control himself when he lay in the same bed with her…he knew that if somebody would find out about this they’d both be suspended, she’d be transferred to another shift, even if nothing would happen, gossip and cops…that’s an explosive mixture. But on the other hand, he was so damned tired. He would fall asleep before his head would hit the pillow, so what should happen? He only had to leave the room before the others would wake up.

“I just thought…you might not be able to sleep in that room together with Greg and…”
“It’s okay, thanks for the offer Sara. Which side to you prefer?”
“Side?”
“Of the bed.”
“Oh.”, she couldn’t believe it. “Uhm…I…don’t… care.”
Grissom gave her a soft smile, then sat down on the other side of the bed. “Then I’ll take this one, if that’s fine with you.”
“Sure.” And then it hit her like a bolt. She only wore her underwear, she didn’t have any sleeping clothes here! She couldn't wear nothing else but underwear when she shared a bed with Grissom! In her dreams she didn’t wear anything, but this was reality, this was not a dream and…
“What’s up?” Grissom, who had already laid down and wrapped himself into the blanket, ripped her out of her thoughts.
“I…”, she cleared her throat. Did she really need to tell him? He wouldn’t see it anyways…she’d simply turn the light out before she’d take off the robe and in the morning he would have to leave the room early because the others weren’t allowed to ever get to know about this. So she could stay under the blanket all the time…he wouldn’t even notice it… no need to tell him. “…I’ll switch off the light.”, she stood up, walking over to the light switch.
After she had done so she carefully walked back to the bed, taking off the robe and immediately slipping under the blanket.
Seconds later Grissom was asleep, she could tell because his breathing calmed down…he wasn’t moving anymore, the room was silent except for the sounds of their breathing.
Soon everything faded to black for her and she fell asleep.

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The first sunbeams fell on her face, she slowly opened her eyes, but closed them again half a second later. Trying to pretend that she was still sleeping…that she was still dreaming this dream…this dream of her and Grissom….
She snuggled against him, her head lying on his chest, his arm protectively wrapped around her waist, pressing her against him. Her right arm lay over his chest, her hand on his left shoulder, his left hand softly held her right arm, his thumb slowly caressing her, her right leg laid between his…
And suddenly she realized it. She wasn’t asleep anymore! This was not a dream! She opened her eyes again, rising up, staring at Grissom’s face. He looked so peaceful.
Then his hand reached up, pulling her head down again, he didn’t even open his eyes…
She didn’t know what to think. What was this? What was he doing? Did he know what he was doing?
“Grissom?”, she whispered softly. “Grissom wake up.” She wanted to move but she couldn’t…his arms held her.
Grissom slowly opened his eyes…not believing that he really saw what he expected to see. He had felt her skin, her bare skin against his arms, he had thought that this as just an illusion, a trick that his half asleep body played at him. But it wasn’t. Sara. It was Sara, lying in his arms. He slowly loosened his grip…
“What did we do?”, she asked with a softly shaking voice. Afraid that he would regret this, afraid that he would push her away, that he would leave that…she was afraid that he wouldn’t feel as comfortable as she did.
“I don’t know.”, he sighed. His hand slowly slipped over her arm. “I don’t know what we did, and neither do I know what we should do now.”, he confessed.
“What time is it?”, she asked worried, wondering if the others were already awake.
“Almost 7.”
She swallowed hard. “You need to get out of here…Greg is probably already awake!”
He nodded. But actually he didn’t want to leave…
She rolled on her back, giving him the chance to stand up. But instead of doing so, he leaned over her, his hand slowly caressing her cheek. Their eyes met, and little showers of sensations ran down her body.
Suddenly, without any further warnings he closed the gap between their lips. His tongue slowly running over her lips until she parted them and invited it in. Their tongues danced around each other, massaging each other…tasting each other.
Sara didn’t know what to think, it was as if her mind was empty, unable to think about anything else but the fact that Gil Grissom, the man she had been dreaming about for ten years, was kissing her, in a bed…and she was only wearing her underwear.
She felt his hand slipping over her body, down from her shoulder, over her waist, her hips, down to her thigh. She shivered softly under his touch.
His lips roamed down her neck, to her décolleté, his hands slowly stripping the straps of her bra from her shoulders.
Then Sara leaned up, kissing him passionately. She unbuttoned his shirt, in which he had slept in. Her hands slowly slipped under it, caressing his chest.
While she did so, Grissom opened the latch of her bra, taking it off. His hand began to massage her breasts, causing her to moan into his mouth. He thought that he’d already loose it now, doing this with Sara…this dream had been haunting his mind for years, since the day he had met her for the first time…and now it would happen.
Sara opened the zipper of his jeans and he managed to slip out of them and his boxers at the same time. Then he rolled over her, his left hand running down her body, stopping when it had reached the hollow of her knee. He drew her hips closer against him, their kisses becoming more and more passionate.
His cock rubbed against the fabric of her thong. He could feel how wet she was…he moved against her slowly, then a little faster. Then he broke their kiss, his lips slowly making their way south. When he had reached the seam of her thong he slowly slipped it down, kissing every millimeter of skin that he freed from the fabric.
She moaned softly, moving her hips up. “Oh my Gosh, Grissom…” He suddenly ran his tongue over her clit, causing her to moan even louder.
She was close, damn close. She bite down on her bottom lip, trying to focus on not coming too soon. She wanted this to take as much time as possible.
Then he began to slowly suck on her clit. She leaned back her head, moaning his name out loud. He grinned brightly…he wanted to make her scream from pleasure…
“Oh my God, Grissom fuck me already!”, she pleaded.
He slowly worked his way up to her lips again. Kissing her softly for a couple of times while his hands softly caressed her. Then his kiss grew more passionate, he pressed himself closer against her, slipping between her legs as she opened them for him.
He slowly pushed his cock into her, feeling her nails burying into his shoulders. He began to slowly move in her, then he got faster…their hips moved in the same rhythm…and as her walls hardened around him he thought that he’d be loosing it right then, but somehow he managed to control himself.
Sara twined her legs around his hips and he pushed even deeper inside her. “Oh MY GOD!”, she screamed out in pleasure. “OH GRISS.” Her nails moved harder into the flesh of his shoulders. She breathed harder… he could feel her heart beating faster under her breasts, she leaned her head back, her eyes half closed. “Oh Griss.”, she moaned.
He felt all her muscles contracting as he sent her over the edge. At the same time he allowed himself to loose control and came hard into her. “Oh God Sara…SARA….loveyousomuch…godsara…”, he buried his face in the space between her shoulder and her neck, his hot breath caressing her skin.
It took a while until their breathing calmed down, until their heartbeats were down to a normal level. He still lay on top of her, his arms half wrapped around her, his hands slowly caressing her. Her arms were twined around him, her hands softly running over his back.
A couple of minutes later Grissom raised his head, looking into her eyes. She placed her right hand on his cheek, wiping away some drops of sweat. Their lips met once again, his tongue slowly massaging hers.

A sudden knock on the door disrupted them.
“Sara? Sara it’s Greg….Sara we have a problem!”
Sara bite down on her bottom lip…looking at Grissom. “I think WE have a problem.”, she whispered softly.


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TBC? Don't know yet....maybe when I get some new ideas : )