Platonic Love

Disclaimer: I do not own any CSI.
Summary: Sara interrogated Lady Heather, I wrote this story after I heard LH could come back in season six. GSR, of course.
Rating: R
A/N: Thank you to A.Remains for the beta.


Platonic Love


He had never asked her how many men she had been with or when she did lose her virginity or the details of her last relationship with Hank. Maybe he was not interested in her love stories of the past, maybe he thought that if there was something he should know she would tell him. He did not want to be asked those questions, maybe. She had never asked him how many girls he had kissed or who was the first girl that he made love to or the rumors related with him in the lab. Maybe she was not interested in those gossips, maybe she thought that if he wanted to let her know he would let her ask and or she was not ready to be ask yet, maybe.

Sara had heard this name before and she had tried to imagine what that woman looked like.

“Gil, are you sure you want Sara to interrogate Lady Heather?” Catherine stood in front of his desk and asked it in an unbelieving tone.

Grissom raised his head from his paperwork to look at the blond woman and said it normally. “Why not, she is a great CSI and this is her case. I’m sure she is doing it well, Catherine.”

“You know what I mean, Gil.” Those words hung in the air as Catherine left and walked towards the observation room.
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She was a charming woman, Sara thought as she analyzed the woman in front of her, yellow-brown straight hair, wearing perfect make-up, scarlet color lipstick, black simple design dress and light brown eyes. Those eyes were like a sharp knife, they cut through the thorns to where the deep secrets which were buried in the dark, digging them out from people’s minds and exposing them under the sun. Most of people got two kinds of effects after seeing her eyes, one effect was to be attracted and another one was to be alarmed. But Sara Sidle did not have those kinds of feelings, because she was not like most people.

“We got your fingerprint off of Rita Felton’s body, when was the last time you saw her?” Sara asked, holding a pencil in her right hand and a form in the other.

Lady Heather smiled at Sara. “I thought Mr. Grissom would be the one to question me.”

Did Grissom ever like or love this woman…? Sara wondered if those light brown eyes reminded him of her or her dark brown eyes remind him of this woman. The unreadable atmosphere pervaded in this room as a transparent tissue covering their skin, you could not see it, but could feel it. Jealousy was a strange feeling, it equaled anger, sorrowful and suffering and it could not be understood. Jealousy was like a needle nailed in your heart, you would not feel the pain much, but you would feel the ache indistinctly and you could not get rid of it. You could hide from jealousy, but when it found you, it would be like a virus that invaded all the cells of your whole body, destroying your immune system, occupying your reason and then you would be an unrestricted animal and ready to bite the head off of your enemy.

Sara looked at her and said it in a normal tone. “Basically, this is my case and Dr. Grissom won’t interfere in it. Please answer the question.”

“Two days ago, Rita said she had a date...and it seems that Mr. Grissom trusts you very much.” Lady Heather insinuated to Sara.

Sara said it simply. “Dr. Grissom is my boss and we work together, of course we trust in each other.” “Where were you the night before the last?”

An obscure shadow flashed in her eyes and faded out soon, Lady Heather smiled again. “I stayed at home with my daughter.”

Sara was not a bellicose person but she was not a pacifistic either, she dared to fight for what she thought was not right, what she thought wasn't fair or what she loved or cherished and the most important was she dared to fight for herself. Arguing or yelling at this woman was not what she wanted right now, not here. Sara could smell the provocation and she knew that Lady Heather seemed to look down on her. Observation was Sara’s job, although she did not have many chances to observe people at crime scenes as Lady Heather studied people who visited to her dominion, because Sara dealt with dead bodies, but she still used her skill on her daily life or time of interrogation, like now.

To be jealous of someone, that was a new experience to Sara, it was totally different feeling. Happy, satisfied or arrogant, she could not find an appropriate word to describe the feeling exactly, however she enjoyed it very much, but she still felt threatened...a little.

While Lady Heather walked out the crime lab building, Sara met Catherine who was coming out of the observation room in the hallway.

Catherine did not say a word just gave Sara an admiring smile.

She returned Catherine’s smile and walked towards Grissom’s office.

They did not need any rules, at work, Grissom was an occupational boss and Sara was a professional investigator.

She knocked on the doorframe twice and walked into his dim office. “Hey, I’ve finished the interrogation. According to Lady Heather, she said she stayed at home with her daughter the night that Rita Felton was murdered. We can’t prove whether Lady Heather is involved in this case or not, we need more evidence.”

“Good. We need a warrant to search Heather’s house, I’ll call Brass. You haven’t slept these past two days, go home and get some rest.” Grissom emphasized last sentence with a gentle tone.

“Okay, I’m going home now, see you later.” She left his office and her scent lingered in his mind.
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At home, they were themselves, Gil and Sara, living in a simple way.

They usually took turns cooking breakfast and discussed their cases or chatted about everyday things over their morning meal. Sitting on an orange sofa, they read newspapers or forensic journals while drinking black tea after the meal. Afterward they fell asleep in each other’s embrace on their bed, naked. Sometimes, he would be the first one to wake up, then he would stroke her arm softly with his hand, push her hair aside and kiss her neck silently and she knew it. When she woke up first, she used one of her legs and rub his thigh gently, played with his hair and beard naughtily with her fingers and he knew it.

Of course, after some sweet and tender kisses, one of them deepened the kiss and the other one kissed back passionately, unhesitating and their tongues and hands traveled over each other’s body wildly, bit her nipple, sucked his earlobe, caressed her leg, squeezed his hip. Making love was just one part of their life, but it was a magnificent part. When he was on top of her, he liked to slide his hands under her back to grip her shoulders, savored the pleasant expression on her rosy face and disappeared into her slowly. He also loved that she would wrap her long legs around his waist to assist him thrusting deeper and harder. Feeling her surround him warm and wet, listening to her gasps and moans to quicken or slacken the speed of his thrusts and bringing her spirit to reach heaven. When she was on top of him, she liked to put her palms on his strong chest, relished in the enjoyable twinkle in his crystal eyes and absorbed all of him inch by inch. She also loved that he grabbed her hips with his big hands to steady her body when she straddled onto him. Feeling him aroused in her thick and hard, listening to the intimate noise which was created by the swing of their fire catching bodies and leading his mind to relive in her body.

Today, he was on top of her, the same position and the familiar sensitive sensation increasing when their moving rhythm got faster and faster. But he felt a little different, he felt the strength as she hugged him and her legs around his waist were tighter than usual, it seemed that she was afraid he would vanish in the next moment. He realized this. So then, he kissed her urgently and thrust into her harder than usual till she came and screamed his name. Releasing himself, he lay on his back beside her, pulled her close to him and held her in his arms, tightly. Waiting for their heartbeats to resume to normal beating, he turned to face her and placed three kisses on her forehead, cheek and lips.

He looked into her attractive dark brown eyes and spoke seriously. “Sara, you can ask anything you want.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a sweet smile. “You ready?”

He returned her a warm smile and kissed her twice. “Yes, I’m ready, and you?”

“Yep, you can ask anything you want, too, Gil.” The sparkle in her eyes told him that she was serious.

They held each other’s gaze for seconds, and then smiled.

Sara leaned her head on his shoulder and asked first. “What exactly are your true feelings for her?”

“I was attracted a little before but now she is only a friend or a suspect to me.” He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb and answered honestly.

A smile flashed over her lips. “Okay.”

It was his turn now. “Did you love Hank Peddigrew?”

“No, I’ve never loved him.” She answered it without any hesitation.

“Good.” Grissom kept stroking her hand and kissed her temple.

“Do you still believe platonic love?” She asked curiously.

She recalled the memory that they had walked in the corridor side by side after they had closed Vanessa Keaton’s case.

“When there is marriage without love, there will be love without marriage.” Sara had quoted it.

“Benjamin Franklin.” He had said cheerful.

They had been walking in silence for few minutes.

Grissom had asked suddenly. “You don’t believe platonic love, do you?”

She had been surprised by his question but she had answered it without thinking. “No, I don’t. How can you feel satisfied when you only have someone’s spirit but can’t hug him or kiss him when you love him? Do you believe it?”

“Well, um…I…” His cell phone had rung.

Damn. That stupid phone had interrupted them not only once but twice in that day.

She was called back to reality from her memories when his hand stilled on her arm.

He used his hand to cup her cheek to let her face him and they stared at each other. “Sara, do I have you?”

She frowned slight. “Of course you have me, Gil.”

“Well, then I don’t believe it anymore. How can I love you but can’t kiss you, hug you or make love to you.” He gave her a sweet kiss, covered their bodies with the bed-quilt, pulled her closer to him more and closed his eyes.

A self-satisfied expression on her face, she relaxed her body in his embrace and fell asleep.
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The next night as they locked the door of their house, they gave each other one more kiss before they went to work.

“You know, I think I’ll try platonic love when I see you at work.” She winked at him, and walked toward her car.


The End

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