A little help

It was halfway through the night shift, and Sara was clearing down the evidence room. There hadn’t been many hot cases lately, and nobody had pulled double shifts for at least a week.


There was a strange air of calm as the CSI’s went about their business, and even Catherine was in a good mood.


As Sara was packing boxes with evidence, she felt a strange sensation. It was as if she could feel a pair of eyes boring into her, and she looked around quickly. As she did so, she saw somebody duck out of sight behind a wall.


Greg’s spying again… I’ll catch him out this time!


She moved slowly around the desk, waiting for him to re-appear. She waited a couple of seconds longer and decided to go outside and find him.


As she left the evidence room, she looked both ways. There was no sign of Greg, and in fact, the only person around was Grissom. He was staring at a case file and chewing on the arm of his glasses. She couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline as she watched his lips curl around the end of the frames.


She stood staring for a second, and was brought back to earth when he suddenly looked up in her direction.


She jumped behind the door frame just in time, and chuckled to herself.


Geez, I’ve turned into a peeping tom! Greg must be brushing off on me!


As she tried to regain her composure she was startled to see Grissom approaching her. She panicked and picked up one of the boxes, which promptly fell from her grip and hit the floor.


Grissom raised his eyebrows and moved to her aid. As they reached for the same piece of evidence, their hands brushed slightly, and they both recoiled instantly. They were crouched down and her eyes met his.


She felt herself blushing, and stood up to break the tension, followed by Grissom.


He watched her intently as she fidgeted, and it made her blush even harder. She was surprised at how easy it was for him to turn her to jelly, and tried to find something to occupy herself with.


As she leaned back down to clear her mess, she heard him walking away. She closed her eyes tightly.


Why am I such a fool when it comes to him? You’d think I’d never met an attractive man before! It’s so pathetic…

His footsteps stopped, and she saw his feet turn around and approach her again.


“Sara? Was there something you needed?”


She looked up at him and tried to get the thoughts out of her head.


Is there something I need? You bet there is…


“Um, no, nothing I needed… Why do you ask?”


He cocked his head in puzzlement and she watched as he pouted slightly.


“It’s just, well you were watching me. I presumed you needed my help?”


She couldn’t believe he had seen her. She was convinced she had gotten away with it, and she felt like giving up and confessing – she couldn’t be more embarrassed anyway.


“I… I just thought I saw somebody at the window. I was looking for Greg, and got a bit sidetracked. Sorry if I confused you.”


Sidetracked? Confused? Could I be any more obvious?

He replaced his glasses and watched her for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about something and she was beginning to feel antsy again.


“If you’ve finished with your case, there’s something I’d like your help with. Pack up and I’ll meet you in the AV lab in five.”


Without another word, he left her there, surrounded by fallen evidence.

A short time later, she was heading to meet him. The lab was like a ghost town, and she felt slightly strange. Usually by this time she was bumping into people, phones were ringing, and general chaos was in full swing. For the first time since she began working there, she was alone in the corridor.


She shook off the feeling, and entered the AV room. Grissom was flicking through some video tapes, obviously searching for something.


“Grissom, why is everything so quiet? I can’t see Nick, Warrick or Catherine anywhere… Even the lab techs are keeping their heads down. What’s going on?”


He shrugged his shoulders as she waited expectantly. She could almost hear the cogs turning in his head, and he was obviously distracted by what he had been doing. He carried on searching and spoke quietly.


“It’s not exactly busy around here Sara. I just thought it would be nice to give everyone a bit of time off… It’s usually mayhem, so I sent everyone home on call. As soon as we get a case, they’ll be back.”


Her blood boiled as he gave her his explanation.


“So, everyone’s at home? In case you didn’t notice, I’m still here Grissom! How come I don’t get a break?”


Her arms were folded defensively across her freckled chest. She had one of her demurely revealing tanks on, and Grissom was just noticing. She prompted him again for an answer, and he stuttered.


“Um… I don’t know… I needed help and thought you’d be willing. You’d only be at home listening to your scanner anyway…”


She knew he was right, but she was still mildly pissed off. She pulled out the chair next to him and slumped into it, defeated.


“So, what are we doing then, Griss? Watching your home movies?”


She smiled slyly at him, and he narrowed his eyes.


“Home movies, yes… Mine, no… Just watch and tell me what you see.”


He had been covering a case in which a man had been found dead, strangled. The tape they were about to watch had been recovered from a camera at the scene. The recording was patchy, and he was hoping she may see something to lead them to the murderer, something he may have missed.


As he pressed play, Sara knew instantly that it wasn’t the kind of video she wished to be looking at in company.


The scene showed the man naked and tied to a bed. From what she could make out, he was watching somebody behind the camera. As it zoomed in and out, she felt herself turning pink and was grateful that Grissom was stood behind her. She couldn’t bear the thought of him seeing her losing her cool.


The camera jerked, and she surmised that it was being set down. The next view was of a woman, naked, approaching the bed. Sara was literally squirming with embarrassment and couldn’t understand it. They were working, and she wouldn’t usually be affected by this – God knows they had seen it a million times.


As they continued to watch, she could feel Grissom getting closer to her as he leaned in for a better view.


Oh dear Lord… Please no… Don’t stand so close! I’m dying here…


She could feel droplets of sweat forming on her brow as he brushed up against her arm. He was leaning on the desk right next to her face, and she could almost feel him breathing.


“I’m not actually sure this has anything to do with the case Sara. I can’t seem to find any links to the victim. Unless I get a closer view, I can’t be sure it’s even him.”


Sara wasn’t even listening. She was glued to the screen, watching as the woman teased and writhed all over him. She couldn’t help but imagine it was her with Grissom tied to the bed.


“Sara, have you seen something?”


Mm Hmm… Yes… I’ve seen something, but I’d like to see more….


He tapped her gently on the arm and she jumped slightly as he brought her back to reality. She turned swiftly to look at him and he was grinning at her.


“Miss Sidle, you shock me. I never expected you to enjoy this…”


He winked and she almost threw up.


“I’m sorry…? I… We’re working Grissom! I was just thinking about something else. What did you ask me?”


Her voice was lying and she knew he could tell. He watched her for a moment and she was overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, desperately, wantonly.
He broke his gaze just as she was about to give in.


“I asked if you had seen anything?”


She shook her head violently at the pictures that were unfolding in her deepest desires. She carried on watching, as the couple moved in rhythm, her slowly riding him, gasping for breath. She felt her body going numb, and all she could see was Grissom. He was so close, touching her without intention, not realising he was driving her wild, right to her core.


She let out the smallest of sighs, and he picked up on it instantly. He could see her shifting in her seat, and he echoed her sigh, almost silently.


Watching the screen, he moved his head closer to her, breathing in her scent. She smelled of coconuts and cherries, and he had an overwhelming urge to touch her skin.
He reached out and laid his hand on the desk next to her, sliding his arm against her arm, feeling her searing warmth.


Her hair was obscuring her face and reached out to brush it out of the way. He knew he was being forward, but it thrilled him even more when he felt her stiffen beneath his touch.
She didn’t look around, she just stared at the screen, watching the couple becoming more and more frantic, thrusting against each other, their bodies outlined in the candle light. She had never felt so erotic in all her life, but dared not give in to her fantasy.


As he watched her face in the pale blue lights of the AV room, he saw he close her eyes. He caressed her neck and she leaned into him, savouring each stroke of his hand. The room was beginning to spin, and she held onto the table for dear life.


She raised her head slightly, and the sight of her pale skin was calling out to him. Within seconds, his lips were locked onto her, slowly tracing her neck with his tongue. She sucked at the air, and failed as she tried to suppress a moan.


He listened to the sound of pleasure, and gripped her hair tightly, leaning over her forcefully as she swivelled the chair to face him. He gently pulled her head back, and watched her as she silently called out to him.


For a moment their eyes met, the most intense feeling either of them had ever experienced. They simply gazed at each other and suddenly their lips were joined, frantically exploring each other.


The next thing they knew, they were both stood up, and he had lifted her onto the table, pressing into her and fumbling with her shirt buttons.


She could feel his excitement against her, and he let out a low growl. She reached for it and rubbed hard through his trousers, feeling the outline and urgently wanting him inside her.


He freed her from her cotton cage, and squeezed her breasts hard. She could feel herself becoming wet to his touch, and began to remove her jeans. She didn’t want any teasing or touching, she just wanted him now, and he could feel her need as she dropped the jeans to the floor.


Without touching her, he knew she would be moist… He was straining to be released and she obliged by unzipping his trousers as their teeth clashed and their hands explored each other.


As his trousers fell, she reached for him and shuddered when she felt his hardness. She pulled him toward her and guided him to her centre, and he slipped into her instantly.


For a moment everything stopped. His head was on her shoulder and they were breathing in sync, heaving chest against heaving chest. The felt complete, two had melted into one, and they were almost completely still as they connected.


The feeling she had with him inside her was insurmountable. She knew she would never be close to this sensation again, and savoured it.


He lifted his head and whispered into her ear.


“I’ve wanted you for the longest time, everyday, imagining this…”


His words drove her insane and she bucked against him, wanting to feel what they had both been wishing for.


Grissom drove into her, thrusting her, feeling her grip his shaft with each stroke… Arms wrapped tightly around each other, rocking in motion with their breathing.


Hard and fast, hotter and hotter; until she gasped loudly that she was there. She fell back onto the table writhing with pleasure, and watching her breasts rising and falling pushed him over the edge.


He emptied into her, gripping her hips and feeling her pleasure; pulling her closer and deeper as he gave into his lust.


He fell onto her, withdrawing slowly, not wanting it to end. He laid his head on her stomach and listened to her heartbeat for what seemed like an eternity.


Finally she raised his head, and sat up holding his hands. She questioned him with her eyes, and he replied softly.


“I need you Sara, I’ve always needed you.”