Getting Through Another Night

Adam Trent's voice rang in Sara's nightmare, she could still feel the cold shard of pottery against her throat. In her dream she could see Grissom's frantic movements on the other side of the glass from the nurses station. Sara Sidle was suddenly awake and as she tossed the heavy dark blue and light blue striped comforter from her body, she moved her body into a sitting position at the edge of the bed, with her feet planted firmly on the ground. She stared off into the distance, not focusing on anything in her immediate environment. The images from her recent ordeal at the mental hospital slowly transformed into memories from another time and place.

Laura Sidle sat at a preprinted game table, in which the checker/chess/backgammon boards were already emblazoned upon the table, not bothering to look at the young girl who was there to see her. Other patients who were aimlessly wandering through the locked room were making a slight fuss over the preteen. A blond woman, dressed in 2 flowery hospital gowns, one on backwards, came up to the young Sara and the woman placed a hand on her shoulder.

Laura Sidle hissed at the blond woman. But the woman ignored her, as the woman bent down to give the child a motherly hug, the older Sidle springs up and begins yelling at the woman.

"Don't touch my daughter, bitch."

Laura still hissing, grabs Sara, wrenching her from the other patient. Sara attempts to struggle out of her mother's embrace and as Sara's feet hit the floor, her mother grabbed at the other woman, placing one arm behind her back and slamming the woman's face down into the game table. Sara watched as the blonde woman's head slammed against the table, one, two, three times, before blood began to ooze from the left side of the woman's cheek as a gash opened. Sara watched in fascination as the scene unfolded in front of her, the blood began to run slightly toward her from the woman's injuries. Soon two rather large male orderlies overtook her mother, separating her from the injured woman and carting her mother off into another room.

Her Social Worker Mary reached for the younger Sidle saying quietly, "Everything's going to be okay, Sara. Your mother will be fine as wine before too long and you'll be able to live with her again."

"But she was only protecting me."


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Sara wasn't sure how much time had lapsed since her earlier nightmare and to when she shifted her attention to the mess of clothing surrounding her feet. She bent from her waist to the floor and picked up a shirt she recognized, but knew did not come from her closet. The tag in the shirt read 'large' and as she wrapped in around her chilled nude body, the masculine scent of the owner of the black button-up overwhelmed her senses.

"Why is his shirt here?"

She hadn't realized she'd spoken outloud, but she felt a subtle shift on the bed behind her, it alerted her to the fact the she wasn't alone.

"Because it's not on me," his soft gruff voice startled her. "But you look better in it than I do."

Sara turned her trunk to stare at the unclothed man who moved his body toward her. He placed his hands on both her shoulders as he came into a tall kneeling position behind her. He slid the shirt off her shoulders and slowly, tantalizingly kissed the back of her neck.

"But of course, I like it best when you're not in it at all."

He eased the shirt down her arms and pulled it over her head in a rush. He threw the shirt back to the floor with one hand, as the other extremity rested with possessiveness on her right shoulder. As his left arm moved back to her left shoulder, his lips recaptured her neck.

"Gil..."

"Sara..."

"I'm so glad you're still here."

He eased her body in a 180 degree turn into his, their bodies melting into the other's. His cyan eyes bore into her honey colored eyes as their fingers explored the other's body. Gil Grissom knew at that moment, beyond a shadow of a doubt that he loved the woman who was softly digging into his low back with her fingernails.

"I love you."

Sara's eyes flickered in disbelief for an instant. Gil watched as her pupils dilated and quickly constricted, finally softening into a deep smoky, seductive gaze.

"Yeah, I know."

Grissom's lips overtook her slightly reddened lips and deeply explored her mouth with his tongue. Sara was moaning quietly against him, as her hand ran down the length of his chest, ending and brushing into his pubic hair. Gil rolled them slightly until they were both on their sides facing one another.

"Let me make love to you again, Sara."

"Do you even have to ask?

"I don't want you to misunderstand. I want to love you with my body to help take those nightmares and bad memories away from you for a little while. I don't want you to have any doubts about my feelings for you anymore."

"Please, Gil..."

Grissom's mouth devoured Sara's mouth, cheeks, ears and neck. His fingers skimmed along the surface of her soft skin from just beneath her axilla to her slightly rounded hips. He trailed along the outside length of her thigh and then made his way back up her body along the same route. Gil's urgent mouth moved down to slightly suckle at her right nipple.

The sensations of his suction and the gentle nipping of his teeth sent electric shock waves straight to her core and the soft brushings of his beard against the lateral aspect of her breast was almost too intense for Sara. As her body began to slightly spasm, her eyes flew open at the unexpected and early response. She looked down at Grissom's head against her breast and let her body go with the flow. Her body seemed to be floating and exploding, endlessly.

Gil felt her body reacting intensely to his ministrations and smiled up into Sara's brown eyes. She watched him looking at her as her orgasms rocked through her body. Grissom's mouth still tugging at her nipple and when Sara slightly curled her right leg over his, allowing his need to meet her creamy folds. With just a slight push with his body, Grissom's hardened and enlarged cock slid deeply inside Sara. He stilled as Sara's tunnel tightened down over the length of him.

"Eeewhoooo...." escaped past his lips, placing more vibrations against her nipple. Her body almost savagely spasmed. Sara lost all bodily control of herself as the waves of pleasure pounded into her. Gil began to push into her and he felt his scrotum tightening and knew he was close to being lost in her waves. Sara suddenly entered a heightened state of awareness. She could feel his penis bumping against her uterus, she could feel the slight upward curl of his manhood rub against her g-spot. She was lost in the feel of his breath against her neck, his soft, but still rough palm on her cheek, the bilateral tightening of his gluteus muscles squeezing together as she felt the emission of his seed. Her body convulsed on him, under him again endlessly.

Minutes or hours or days later, her eyes smiled into the baby blues.

"Am I in heaven?"

"The French do have a phrase for what you are feeling."

"And that would be...?"

"La petite morte."

Sara closed her eyes into his chest and murmured, "I want to die with you everyday."


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Sara Sidle bounded through the darkened halls of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. She'd just left the police department and was on her way to tell her supervisor, the case had closed.

She knocked on the opened door to his office. The fifty-something gray haired man looked up from beneath his glasses and busily shuffled some papers from one file to another. He gestured for her to take the unoccupied chair in front of his desk.

"Need something?"

"My case is solved, am here to turn in my case file and officially close the case with your signature."

"You solved it already?" Her boss' mouth dropped open slightly. "I only gave you that case 4 hours ago."

Sara lead him through the case which was an apparent suicide that quickly blossomed into a murder with the discovery of evidence left by a careless criminal.

"Tell me everything."

"Everything?"

The supervisor of the night shift stared into her eyes. "Yes, Sara, everything."

"Okay, you asked for it."

The police detective who had responded to the call approached Sara as she left the CSI issued Denali, with her metal kit at her side. He quickly told her although it was called in a suicide, it probably wasn't. She trusted his opinion on matters such as this because he'd previously been the night shift supervisor of the Crime Lab.

Jim Brass' voice carried a hint of amusement. "I don't know why the perps think they can fool us."

Sara smiled her famous gap-tooth smile his way. "Has the scene been cleared?"

"Yes. Ladies first."

On their way through the apartment, easing their way through to protect any contamination of evidence. Jim was filling her in on the information known on the victim. He stopped and looked closely at the back of Sara's neck. She'd worn a ponytail today as her lover had kept her in bed a triffle too long earlier.

Sara could feel his gaze on her. She stopped in her tracks and without turning to him, she said, "What?"

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Depends on the question." She turned and smiled at Brass. "I've watched you with too many suspects through the years and I know your interrogation techniques. So, if I don't answer, you went too personal."

"Sara..." Brass hesitated.

"Jim, ask."

"Sara, I just want to remind you of what I do for a living."

"I believe, ummm, I think, ugh, maybe, are you a milkman?'

Jim laughed a full bellied laugh. "I'm a detective and I detect a piece of evidence on you that is totally unexpected."

"What?"

"You have a passion mark at the base of your neck."

Sara's right hand immediately touched the spot he had referred to. Guilt flooded her otherwise perfect complexion.

Jim Brass again laughed out loud. "Busted."

Sara Sidle remembered the feel of Grissom's kisses against her neck earlier. Her nipples were still very tender and her body was still feeling the aftershocks of the multiple orgasms she'd experienced.

"And what is your question?" Sara turned and faced him, knowing full well the question, but determined to face it head on.

Brass really adored this woman, in a non-sexual manner. He knew he never stood a chance with her, because he knew of a certain Entomologist who had years before staked his claim over her. The Entomologist had questioned a suspect and inadvertently allowed Brass to hear the whole exchange. He'd spoken of not allowing himself to follow his heart and go after a younger woman. Little did Brass or the Entomologist know that Sara had also witnessed the exchange.

Jim Brass felt almost paternal toward Sara. He knew his own daughter, or not his daughter, depending on your interpretation of the information that the child that had sprung from his marriage was his child, not withstanding DNA evidence. His daughter Ellie had officially or unofficially cut him out of her life. Sometimes, Brass wished Sara had been that daughter, but the facts didn't change. Ellie was off in Los Angles doing whatever to whoever. At least his old friend from the Jersey police could keep an eye on her for him.

"Who is he?"

"What? You want to run a background check on him for me?"

"I just don't want to see you hurt anymore."

"Thanks, Jim."

"I get it. Too personal of a question."

"Yeah. Now let's go see this body that's supposed to be a suicide, but it's not."

The case was very easy to solve, the perp's fingerprints were still on the gun. The .357 was placed in the victim's left hand against the temple, but the vic was right handed. There were bloody shoe prints leading away from the body into the bathroom with more bloody fingerprints along the edge of the sink. Fingerprints lifted matched a former dealer from one of the casinos and the fingerprints were those of the neighbor who'd called 911. The suspect was questioned by Brass, the man still had blood splatter on his clothing. When Brass asked him at the station why he'd done it, the older man said, "He was fucking my daughter, so I killed him."

The suspect was cuffed and lead out of the room by uniformed officers. Only Brass and Sara remained in the interrogation room. Brass looked up into Sara's brown eyes and said unwaveringly, "I thinking I might have to do that soon."

Sara knew of his paternal feelings toward her. Her voice just above a whisper when she said, "No, Jim, you wouldn't if I told you who it was."

He knew then. "It's about time." His face lit up in an immediate smile. "Congratulations."

Sara looked up at him and knew she and Grissom had been busted.


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Her boss had listened to her whole story without interruption.

"So, Brass knows about you and your boyfriend?"

"That is the gist of it."

"I suppose I will have to talk to the Sheriff about him. I think Jim Brass is a little overworked and needs a little vacation to LA to visit the women in his life."

"That would make Jim happy."

"Yeah, and maybe he'd quit worrying about us."

"See you at later honey. Where are we sleeping after shift?"

"My house. Love you."


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A/N Another month, another story. Hope you enjoyed it. Please be sure to read my other smut on this site. "A visit to Lady Heather's" and "Sara's Birthday Present." Sorry shameless plugs...if anyone wants any of my stories for use on other sites, please let me know first.

To Bo, as usual.