The Perfect Storm

The Perfect Storm
Disclaimer: None of the following characters belong to me except the one no one will recognize.
A/N: Enjoy!

“Sara, you’re with me.”

A large amount of noise erupted as chairs were pushed away from the break room table. The employees of the Las Vegas Crime Lab graveyard shift gathered themselves up and headed off to set about their tasks for the night. Nick and Greg were working a home invasion in Henderson, Catherine accompanying Detective Vega to the scene of a robbery at a local convenient store, and Warrick was finishing up the paperwork on a case.

“So, what do we have?”

Grissom looked up from the sheet of paper in his hand. “Well, it looks like we have a DB in Lake Tahoe.”

Sara started. “Lake Tahoe? All the way out in Lake Tahoe?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Apparently, the police department requested my entomology services.” Grissom smoothed out his blue polo shirt, which was tucked into a pair of khakis.

Sara had been trying to learn more about the field of entomology with the help of Grissom. She’d read books he’d given and lent to her, watched a few documentaries, and assisted Grissom in doing a linear regression or two. “So I take it you’ve decided that it’s time for me to get some experience in the field?”

Grissom smiled at her. “It’ll be good for you to observe the insects in their natural habitats. The last time you dealt with them in the field was when you gave up meat.”

Sara shivered. “Do NOT remind me…I’ll see you in the Denali in five.”

Grissom watched her leave the break room.

Sara leaned against the door of the Denali, waiting for Grissom. The air was thick with moisture and she sighed. Even though it was 7:30 in the evening, the sun was normally very bright, making sunsets seem more like sun rises. Sara was surprised to see dark clouds covering the normally shining sun, its brightness blanketed. She could smell the rain that was threatening to fall. Good, they could use a good shower.

She was joined a minute later by the night shift supervisor. They climbed into the Denali, Grissom in the driver’s side, and pulled out of the parking lot. Dusk settled over the city of Las Vegas and soon faded into darkness.

Sara Sidle found herself singing along to the radio to a song she couldn’t remember the name of. She peered out the window, the cab of the Denali quiet except for the sound of Sara’s voice in sync with the radio and the hum of the engine.

Grissom stared out the windshield, glancing at the headlights of the cars that passed them once every three miles or so. He listened as Sara’s voice floated across the cab and filled his ears. She sung beautifully and Grissom couldn’t help but tune out everything but her. He glanced across at her. He loved the way her green tank hugged her breasts and her thin midriff. Her dark blue jeans were tight and he wondered how the heck she could possibly get into them, even though she was very slim. Sara turned her head towards him. His blue eyes met her brown momentarily, and then Grissom broke the contact by turning to focus his attention on the coming traffic.

“So,” Sara drawled. The tension was so thick you could cut it smoothly with a plastic knife. “What do you know about the case?”

Work. It always came down to that. She felt like that was the only thing linking them. Had it not been for criminology, forensics and bugs, Sara may have never met Gil Grissom.

“A forty-three year old man was found on the shore of Lake Tahoe yesterday. The criminologist on the scene collected the insects, fed them enough to keep them a live, and took them back to their lab for processing.”

A thin sheen of rain started to fall and Sara smiled. “Do you know what kind of insects?”

Grissom flicked on the windshield wipers as the rain began to fall harder, pelting glass. He leaned forward, squinting through the thick torrent. He could hardly make out anything in front of him.

THWACK.

“What the hell was that?”

The Denali swerved, and Grissom gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to guide it along the road without losing control. He let his foot off of the accelerator, easing the SUV down to a lower speed. Grissom cursed under his breath, and gently pulled it off to the shoulder of the road.

“Sounded like we hit something. Let me check it out.”

Grissom unbuckled his belt, shoved open the door and climbed out as quickly as possible. The rain battered him. He used his Mag light to search the grill of the vehicle. No apparent damage there, though the rain was doing a good job of clouding his vision.

He shined his flashlight onto the passenger’s side tire and found the problem. They had definitely hit something. Whatever it was had torn a huge hole in the rubber tire.

“So?” Sara asked as Grissom climbed back into the truck.

“We caught a flat.”

“Well, there’s no way to fix it in this weather.”

“There’s no way to fix it at all.”

Sara looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Grissom was dripping wet, soaking the leather interior of the Denali. Sara had to choke down a laugh. He looked like a dog that’d just been forced to take a bath. He was turned away from her, scrambling through the backseat.

“Damn it. I forgot clean clothes.” Grissom turned back to face Sara and removed his shirt. Sara’s mouth watered and she had to tear her eyes away from his chest. “Whatever we hit,” he responded to her last question, ”put a huge hole in the tire. We’re not going anywhere.”

Sara pulled out her cell phone, praying she had service. She was relieved to see that her Sprint hadn’t failed her, and she quickly dialed information.

“I need a number for a tow truck in the vicinity of Las Vegas.” Sara waited as the operator transferred her. “Hi, I have an SUV with a flat. Is there anyway you can get out here to give us a tow? We’re on Highway 76…three hours? Alright, thank you.”

Grissom looked at her. “Three hours?”

“Yeah, we have three hours to kill before a tow truck can come to get us. Apparently the weather has caused a few accidents they’ve got to tow in before they can make it out here.”

Grissom sighed. This was fabulous. He was stranded in the middle of nowhere, in the pouring rain, in soaking wet clothes.

“You might want to shut the engine off, Grissom. The Denali gave me a little trouble last time I drove it. Nearly over heated.”

And there went his heater.

An hour later, Grissom was no closer to being dry and the downpour was no closer to letting up. It continued to beat down on them, reminding them that they were trapped in what seemed now like a tiny vehicle. Thunder boomed and seconds later lightning flashed brightly, momentarily lighting up the sky in a beautiful purple majesty.

“…Apparently, Greg stuck his lunch in the fridge and Ecklie mistook it for his. Now he’s all swelled up. Who knew that we could get rid of him for a few days with chicken-pork cashew?”

Grissom chuckled. The smiled faded from his face quickly as a shiver passed over him. He’d been freezing ever since they’d had to turn off the heat.

As Grissom gazed out of the window at the pouring rain, he was momentarily startled to feel himself being pulled into a tight embrace. His eyes widened and he turned his face to Sara.

She smiled at the expression on his face. He looked completely bewildered. “Relax, Grissom, I’m not going to eat you. You look like you’re freezing. A little body heat will do you good.”

“Thanks, “ he muttered. She was right. He could feel his tremors subsiding already. Her skin was soft and warm against his. He didn’t dare to move any closer, but he couldn’t bring himself to move away either.

“Well, at least the bugs have already been collected. No chance of this weather compromising the scene.” When she spoke, Grissom could feel her breath tickling his neck. It made the tiny hair stand up, and he gave an involuntary shudder.

Sara assumed that this meant he was still cold, so she pressed herself closer to him. Her hands rested on his bare shoulders. She could see a light dusting of freckles along his arms. Her chest was pressed against Grissom’s rib cage. She could feel every breath he took. What surprised her most of all was the rate that his heart was beating at. It felt like he had just finished running a ten mile marathon.

Grissom turned his head momentarily to look at Sara’s face. He had only been this close once before. There had been a time when Sara asked him to pin her down. He hadn’t hesitated. He remembered that case well, it had been the Rachel Lyford case, where a young girl was raped and murdered by a man who worked at a nearby car wash.

Grissom could see for the first time the real color of Sara’s eyes. They appeared brown, at first glance, but now he knew they were much more than that. They were russet with tiny golden flecks in them. The darkness of the car dilated her pupils. He could see her pulse throbbing at her neck. It pounded against her throat quickly, and he knew her heart rate must be three times its normal speed.

Don’t take advantage like this! She’s just being nice. This is completely innocent!

Sara’s tongue slipped out of her mouth and moistened her lips.

Then again…

Grissom brought his mouth down against Sara’s in a tentative kiss. She was completely still for a moment and Grissom feared he’d made an enormous mistake. She didn’t want him. Why would she?

His doubts were jolted out of his mind when she suddenly tightened her grip on his torso, and responded to his kiss with slight pressure. Sara opened her mouth under his and he took the invitation to sink his tongue into her.

It was a tantalizing kiss. Sara felt like every muscle, every bone in her body was on fire. She was tingling all over. Soon they were kissing hungrily, both fighting for control. Grissom’s hands moved down Sara’s body and gripped her waist.

It wasn’t long before she was being pulled out of the passenger’s seat and onto his lap. She straddled him, her knees crammed between his left thigh and the door and his right thigh and the console. She could feel solid pressure against her inner thigh. Sara was startled, and she broke the kiss, giving them both a moment to catch their breath.

They broke apart, staring at each other and panting wildly. The rain beat against the Denali harder than ever.

Sara was the first to move, lowering her mouth down to plant kisses a long Grissom’s jaw. She moved her mouth to place feather light kisses on his neck, down to shoulder, and across his chest. Grissom pressed his neck closer to her, and Sara increased the pressure of her mouth.

Soon she was placing open mouth kisses all across his throat. She brought her mouth up to his ear. Sara slid her tongue down the shell of his ear to the lobe. Grissom shivered in delight as she blew warm air onto him. He wondered briefly where she learnt these things, and then realized he didn’t want to know.

He was attacked with a wave of jealousy, and his baser instincts set in. Sara was his. He captured her mouth with his, kissing her roughly. Grissom slid his hands up into her hair, massaging her scalp and kissing her forcefully.

“Sara…Sara we have to –“

She quelled his words as she slid her hand down between them, gripping the bulge in his khaki pants. She was certain that he would ask her to stop, given the opportunity. She never wanted this to end and she would do anything to prevent it.

Grissom groaned into her mouth, giving way completely. Any protest he might have died on his lips. Sara rocked her hips against him, and soon his hands left her hair and were prying the button on his fly open as quickly as possible. He lifted his hips, pressing himself closer to Sara, and she scrambled to pull his pants down as far as she could get them.

His cock sprung free from his navy boxer-briefs. He was thankful for the release. He tugged Sara’s tank top over her head and tossed it into the backseat.

The rain poured on.

Grissom lowered his mouth to Sara’s breast and sucked gently at the already hard nipple. She groaned in appreciation as he sucked and worried it in between his teeth. Sara unclasped the button of her jeans while Grissom kissed his way down her chest. She raised herself up, unzipped the little copper zipper, and slid her jeans down past her knees.

Sara took hold of the base of his cock, running her fingers up and down the shaft. She lifted her gaze to meet his, and their eyes locked as she slid onto him. They groaned in unison.

And soon, she had completely forgotten how uncomfortable the position she was in was. All she could think about was the wonderful sensation of Grissom pumping into her. She met his thrusts, sliding herself down to the base of his cock and then bringing herself back up.

Grissom slammed into her, composing a beautiful melody with perfect rhythm and tempo. He could feel himself getting close as her inner muscles squeezed him, pulling him in and pushing him back out.

“Gil, open your eyes.”

The husky whisper made his eyes snapped open. He stared into Sara’s face, seeing the dilation of her pupils, the sweat running down her forehead. She grinned at him.

Sara pushed herself down onto him, his cock impaling her and touching her cervix. They were both panting, their breath coming in short spurts.

Her eyes left Grissom’s, and soon she was watching the space where his body, met hers. She watched as he moved in and out of her, connecting and disconnecting them, like a telephone cable.

She lifted herself all the way off of him, so that she was hovering a few inches over the head of his cock. Sara found Grissom’s eyes again, and thrust herself down, slamming into him with ferocity matched by nothing else.

Sara doubled over, her teeth sinking into his shoulder, making an angry red impression. Grissom felt the familiar tightening and knew he was reaching his peak. Sara’s walls gripped him stringently, and he came inside of her, Sara coming at the same time.

She cried out into his shoulder, her orgasm hitting her like a tsunami. It washed over her, and Sara felt herself being dragged under the tide. She wanted to drown in it forever.

Grissom relaxed underneath her, but made no move to pull her off of him. They sat there for a short while, both trying to regain their breath and to understand what had just happened.

Only when Sara slid off of him did they realize that the rain had stopped pouring down. It had fizzled down and was now just drizzling slightly.

They were fully redressed and still silent two minutes later when they saw a large tow truck pull up in front of them. Grissom and Sara climbed out of the Denali and headed over to see the driver.

“Howdy,” he said. He was a man in his early 60’s, with a silver mustache and shoulder length silver hair. On his head sat a cowboy hat, which instantly made Sara think of Nick. He was dressed in a blue jean jacket, jeans, and a pair of dark cowboy boots.

“Sorry about the wait. Must have been pretty boring.” He winked at Grissom.

“Oh, you know how it is,” respond Grissom with a shrug.

Sara smiled mischievously; poking out from underneath Grissom’s collar was a bright red love bite.

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