The Long Road Back to Vegas

A/N: CSI does not belong to me. I am just playing with the characters, I promise I will return them when I'm done. I hope Madonna doesn't mind if I borrowed a line or two from her song, "Take a Bow".

In my world there is always a motel, hospital and a Wal-mart close at hand and I know they don't grow on trees in the desert in the middle of nowhere in Nevada.

Please forgive my dramatic license and enjoy the story anyway... :)

The Long Road Back to Vegas
by: NoHayRemedio

Part I

The motel room was generic: the king size bed with a floral pattern comforter, standard night stands with lamps on either side of the bed, one with a clock radio the other with a black push button phone, a metal luggage rack beside the elongated chest of drawers which also held the 27 inch television. One chair sat in front of the sink and the bathroom door was closed. Between the luggage rack and the sink, another door to the adjoining room stood open, while the door to the other room was barred.

As a misting steam from underneath the bathroom door soon fogged the 4 foot by 3 foot mirror, a naked, very wet woman came out of the bathroom, squeezing the water out of her dark hair with a white towel. She wiped the mirror with her hand, seeing for the first time the long two inch cut down the side of her left cheek and the swollen and angry red closed eye. She breathed slowly in and out to try to calm her nerves.

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August 23, 2005 6:30 am

Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle had gone together on a 419 to a silver mine 97 miles North of the Las Vegas Crime Lab. A male dead body had been found, with significant bug activity and the Lincoln County Sheriff's Department had requested from the Clark County Sheriff's Department the use of the well-known Entomologist. The addition of another highly trained Crime Scene Investigator from Las Vegas was only a bonus. The CSI/Entomologist had just worked a triple shift on another case and required someone to drive him to the scene in Lincoln County. Nick Stokes was still in Texas with his family, recovery from his wounds from the fire ants. Catherine Willows and Warrick Brown had already clocked out and were probably at home. Greg Sanders and Sophia Curtis were checking further leads on their case and that left Sara Sidle, who had just closed her solo case from that night and was finishing up some paper work when Grissom elected her his driver for the journey.

Sara, in mirrored aviator sunglasses, kept the company issued Denali at a steady speed first up Interstate 15 and then up Highway 93. She listened to her ipod as to not disturb her sleeping boss. She turned when the highways allowed her a straight-a-way and watched his head bump lightly against the window. His lips were slightly curled upward as if he were smirking about something, even in his dreams.

Sara had always felt an almost constant attraction to him. He denied it out loud, but there were times when the unspoken communication between their eyes told an entirely different story. "Somehow, someday" she told herself for at least the millionth time in the past five years. Sighing loudly, she began to sing, to herself she thought, along with the song playing on her ipod:

"I've always been in love with you,
I guess you've always known it's true,
You took my love for granted,
Why, oh why?
The show is over say goodbye. Say goodbye."

She'd just past the junction of Highway 93, 375 and 318, continuing on 318, alert to the deputies who were posted to lead them to the crime scene. Grissom had awoken, but not moved listening to the sound of her voice. She didn't notice him staring at her. He smiled to himself and thought, "I've never taken you for granted, Sara." He closed his eyes falling asleep again immediately.

About 30 minutes later the Denali turned onto a gravel road as directed by the Lincoln County deputies. Sara reached her hand to touch Grissom to wake him, her touch was light and easy, because she knew he was asleep. If she'd thought he was awake, then she'd have just said, "Griss, we're here." But because he was asleep, her hand lingered on his left thigh. Grissom shifted, waking up, slowly, feeling the warmth of her hand, when she removed it, the warmth remained.

"Are we there yet?" he deadpanned.

"Yeah."

They got out of the truck, got their kits out of the back and headed to the group of officers at the entrance to the mine. "Dr. Grissom, I'm Sheriff James Wallace and we're glad you and CSI Sidle were able to come up here and give us a hand."

"We're glad to help. Show us to the body please."

Wallace led the two seasoned CSI's to the body approximately 30 feet into the cave. With his flashlight shinning over the body, a myriad of bugs scurried in, out, around the dead body. Sara had opened her kit to get tweezers, bindles and several small specimen jars ready for Grissom's use. Grissom began shooting the body and surrounding area with his digital flash camera, then bent to his knees with Sara close at behind him. She handed him the tweezers and specimen jars as he picked the healthiest bugs from the body. After nodding to the waiting coroner and several EMT's, the two CSI's moved to the side as the body was removed from the enclosed space. They wordlessly moved back into the work mode, looking for further evidence. After about 15 minutes, the cave began to rumble. Sara looked to the roof after exchanging glances with her boss and was rewarded with a dislodged rock coming into contact with her left eye.

"Shit!"

"Sara, what is it?" the concern in his voice evident.

"Rock just hit me in the eye."

"Let me see."

"I'm fine." as they both heard another rumble, several more rocks began to fall from the roof of the cave. Another rock grazed the left side of Sara's face and one hit Grissom soundly on the right shoulder. Grissom made an effort to shield Sara's body with his as they were pelted with a rock shower. Another larger rock hit Grissom's right shoulder, as he succumbed to the pain, Sara ducked and both ended up on the ground with Grissom prone on top of the supine Sara. The rock shower continued to fall for approximately 30 seconds, but luckily no more rocks hit either of them.

After another 15 seconds of inactivity, the EMT's re-entered the mine. Grissom was staring deeply at the woman beneath him. He had Sara where he'd always wanted her, he thought salaciously to himself, but her eye was red and swollen and a two inch gash bled freely.

"Are ya'll okay?' was yelled from the entrance.

"We're fine." came their simultaneous answer.

"Griss, can you get that rock from between us?"

Gil Grissom did not blush easily, but he instantly reddened. He knew there wasn't a rock between them.

"Uggh, not a rock," he mumbled and looked toward the shadows moving toward them. He pushed himself up to his knees and pulled Sara into a sitting position. At that angle, she noticed the evidence on Grissom that wasn't a rock. She stared up into his eyes, wincing in pain from the gash on her cheek.

"Sara, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Griss."

The EMT's and several deputies made their way to them and hustled them out of the mine. Grissom wanted to stay to collect further evidence, but he was worried about Sara. They were led to the ambulance, which was loaded with the body found in the mine. A dark haired handsome EMT in his early 30's flashed a light into Sara's good eye, reached to clean the gash on her cheek with antiseptic and a 4x4. She slightly winced in pain, looking up into Grissom's concerned features. The EMT handed her a cold pack to put over her eye and officially told her she probably needed stitches because of the depth of the gash.

Grissom was pulled away by the Sheriff who was asking about the evidence they'd collected, was any of it damaged, how long the body had been in the mine, and other pertinent questions dealing with the case. Finally the Sheriff looked at Grissom, who's gaze rarely left Sara sitting at the back of the ambulance.

"Dr. Grissom, I'm sorry for your CSI's injuries and I know your anxious to begin with the evidence. After you both taken to the hospital to get checked, I made arrangements for the two of you at the only motel we have around here."

"Thanks Sheriff Wallace, we appreciate it."

Sheriff Wallace was sure. Watching the two of them together, he was sure they were a couple. After watching the woman with the EMT, the Sheriff was sure the Entomologist had feelings for the woman. But he'd gone ahead and booked them two rooms, just in case he was wrong, adjoining rooms, in case he wasn't.

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Sara Sidle still stood before the foggy mirror, her dirty clothes lay on the bathroom floor, bloody, muddy and even torn in several places. She'd written everything down for him, he had insisted. Her sizes, her toiletry needs, anything she may need for the unexpected stay in Lincoln County. She knew she could wash out her underwear in the sink, but he'd been so insistent about "everything", she'd given her undergarment sizes too.

He'd been gone for about an hour.

They had spent a less than that at the hospital. There were definite benefits to being in the boon docks. The ER doctor had stitched her up with 16 stitches, guaranteeing no major scarring. He'd gotten X-rays on Grissom's shoulder, nothing broken, just badly bruised. He told both of them to ice their bruising and to come back if anything else was needed.

And now, Grissom was worrying Sara, he'd been gone longer than the hospital visit. She knew she shouldn't, but she lay down, without benefit of clothing, on the bed on top of the comforter, knowing the many microbes and semen stains were present but promptly fell asleep anyway.

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Meanwhile, her boss was pushing a shopping cart through the local super center. He'd began his shopping expedition in the pharmacy section, picking up a tube of antibiotic ointment for Sara's injury. Grissom noticed the display of condoms, sighing loudly. He moved into the health and beauty aids, stopping at the travel section: two complete toothbrush, mouthwash and toothpaste kits; one man's travel sized deodorant, one woman's; one tube of lotion for Sara; a razor for him and a small container of shaving cream. If he didn't keep his beard groomed, it would easily become a wooly mess.

He moved quickly to the men's clothing section and without emphasis on style, he picked up a button up shirt in a package, black pair of pants in his size, a three packs each of boxers, socks, and T-shirts. Looking around, thinking of nothing else, he hesitantly moved across the aisle into the woman's section. He'd never in his almost 50 years shopped for clothes for a woman. He looked at Sara's list: pants, dark size 6; long sleeved top, small; socks, dark; underwear: 34C bra, 5 panties.

The pants were easy, the top was easy, looking around, and he spotted the sock aisle and quickly picked a pair of dark socks. He looked at the list again, 34C bra, 5 panties. "OhmyGod, I'm buying Sara underwear." Gil Grissom knew many things, but knowing what type of underwear Sara wore was not something he knew first hand. He grabbed the first bra he saw in her size and was walking to the underwear display when he noticed the matching sets. He didn't know her preference, but he sure knew his. He loved a woman in matching lingerie. He fingered more than one set, imagining Sara in each. The dialogue in his brain: "No, not that one, wouldn't go with her skin tone; ugh, that's just ugly; now this one, hmmmm"

"Sir, SIR, can I help you?" The sales clerk's voice broke his fantasy.

"I'm shopping for my gir...my friend Sara..."

"Do you need help with the styles or sizes?"

"She wrote them down for me," handing the woman the list. "I've never done this before."

Laughing up into his eyes, the clerk wanted to flirt with the handsome blue eyed man, but his look was so serious and she knew he was trying to do the right thing for this Sara he mentioned, so as she had noticed he'd fingered the black lace set longer than the others. She rifled through the display finding Sara's sizes without any difficulty, handing him the black thong and bra set. His eyes widened at her selection, but his smirk told her she'd chosen well.

She found herself, wishing he were buying her new lingerie, as he moved down the aisle. "Don't forget to get her something to sleep in, too." He turned back to 40ish short woman and smiled.

"She didn't say anything about pajamas."

"Surprise her."

Grissom and the sales clerk whose name tag read 'Jessie' walked into the sleepwear section. He moved to the gowns, Jessie toward the camisole sets. "Ugmm, she'd probably like these better, sir."

As he turned back to the clerk, his eyes landed on the set she'd picked up, red was all he saw. The top was fire engine red with spaghetti straps and the bottoms, he might need to go back to Vegas and get a microscope to find them. "She might not like it, but I do."

Jessie smiled at Grissom. She did know her man's tastes and figured it was his too. She handed him the set and he placed them reverently down into the buggy. Grissom looked at Jessie and said, "Thanks for your help, Jessie." He moved the into the aisle moving toward the checkouts.

"Don't forget the condoms." Grissom wasn't sure if he had in fact heard the woman Jessie says that to him or it was another customer talking, or if he just imagined it, but he quickly went back to the pharmacy section and impulsively picked up a large box, placing them on top of the red camisole set.

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When he tapped on their adjoining door, there was no answer. Grissom knocked louder and called her name. He reached into his pocket pulling his cell phone and quickly punching in her number, he heard her phone ringing in the other room, but no answer. He unlocked his side of the door and found Sara's was open. He looked to the bed and spread before his eyes, in all her beautiful glory, was a very naked Sara Sidle sound asleep on the bed.

"OOOhhhh." escaped Grissom's lips at the sight of her and he stared for several moments, before he realized he was nothing better than a peeping-tom. He placed the bags with the things he'd purchased for her on the empty luggage rack. He called her cell again, leaving a quick message, hoping it wouldn't wake her and shut the door and moved out to the Yukon Denali and sped away in the sunset.

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Sara woke up freezing, shivering, hurting all over. The whole left side of her face felt like an 18 wheeler had run over it. She sat straight up and immediately lay back down. Dizziness. She closed her good eye to the pain, curled into the fetal position, drawing her long brown legs under her. When the pain passed, she opened her right eye, soaking in her surroundings, unoriented at first, then the memory of the morning came flooding back. She eased up into sitting at the edge of the huge king sized bed, her hand unconsciously smoothing the comforter under her. She saw the white bags emblazoned with the super center logo on the wire luggage rack.

Sara hesitantly stood, made her way to the bags, those three feet felt as though they were 300 miles. She stood for a moment fingering the bags, wondering what they contained. She opened the first bag and pulled out the shirt and the pants, which she held up against her waist. Satisfied they would fit, she moved to the second bag. Opening it up, she looked in and immediately closed it. She brought her hand to her mouth to stifle the laughter. A large family sized box of condoms lay on top of a black lacy thong and bra set. She opened the bag again, took the tags off the underwear and closed the bag. She quickly slipped on the lingerie, amazed at the fit. She rifled through the third bag, brushed her teeth in the sink, rubbed lotion over her arms and legs, and carefully goobed the antibiotic ointment around her stitches. She then pulled the tags off the shirt and pants and pulled the shirt carefully over her hear to avoid her swollen face. She moved back to the bed, sat, pulled the pants up her legs, stood, clasped the button and sat back down and put on the dark socks.

She looked at the clock on the beside table: 9:41 pm. If she were at home, then she'd have just enough time to get to work on time, but she wasn't at home. Her stomach rumbled. She looked towards her open door to the adjoining room, when the realization hit her. Grissom. Grissom. She began to slightly hyperventilate. Grissom. Grissom had been in her room when she'd slept, naked. She tried to calm down. What were the condoms for? Grissom, her?!? In her fantasies yes, but he'd bought the condoms, and she remembered the feel of him rock hard against her earlier that morning at the scene, but did that mean? No, she couldn't believe it, but the evidence was mounting. Oh, that man could mount her anytime. Oh gawd, did I just think that?

She moved to the adjoining door and knocked. No answer. She reached for the handle and found it was locked from his side. A loud ringing was coming from her bathroom. She remembered her cell phone in her pants pocket that she'd left on the floor in the bathroom beside the tub. She bent for her pants, became somewhat dizzy, sat down on the toilet and grabbed the phone. 7 missed calls. 2 voice messages. She called her voice box:

His voice filled her ear: "Sara, I know you're asleep, but I wanted to let you know that I'm going back out to the scene, then back to the Sheriff's office to begin the time lines on the bugs. Call me when you wake up." Grissom's tone was all business.

A vaguely familiar Southern drawl filled her ear next: "Hello, I'm trying to reach Sara Sidle. It's very important you call me back as soon as possible. 601-555-5838. This is Thomas Delaney. Please call me back Sara. I know you left all of this all behind you a long time ago, but please call. Okay Sara-bear?"

Sara-bear?

The memories flooded her, the cross country journey in a car with no air conditioner, in the middle of summer. She was five, her brother twelve. Her mother driving frantically through the night and day for four days, only stopping for gas, bathroom trips and junk food. When they finally reached the Mississippi River, the mood in the car changed.

Her mother actually smiled as the two children held their breaths and put their hands on the roof of the car as they crossed the Huey P. Long Bridge in New Orleans.

Laura Sidle drove straight down Canal Street took a left onto Decatur, Sara looked out the window at all the people walking down the street and saw for the first time, the huge statue of a man on a horse. She thought it was the coolest thing she'd ever seen.

Her mother parked the over-heated car on the street across from the horse. She grabbed the kids’ hands and the paper bags some of their clothes had been thrown into. They walked into the Cafe du Monde, with Laura scanning the crowd, Timothy, watching in amusement people eating funny square donuts, and Sara open mouthed at the man on the horse.

Laura Sidle's eyes lit upon a slight, skinny man eating those funny donuts. "Tommy."

"Laura." The man stood up and hugged the woman. "Thank God, you made it. These you're kids?"

"Timmy and Sara." She moved to turn the little girl away from Jackson Square to face her uncle. "Kids, this is your Uncle Tommy. And you're staying with him for a few weeks till mommy can come back and get you."

"NO!" both children cried at the same time.

Laura handed the bags to the skinny man, and left the children with open mouths, she rushed back to the car and drove off without looking back. The man looked at the children and wondered what he'd gotten himself into. "Come on ya'll. We gotta get out of this big ole town and get to Red Mound, Mississippi."

The little girl looked up at the man and said, "What's red mound? Is it in the river?" She looked back at the statue, wondering if she'd get to see it again. Her brother hit her on the shoulder and said, "That's nothing special, just somebody craved something into a rock, but that building behind it, that's cool."

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Sara scrolled through the missed calls on her cell phone. Two from Grissom, with one message, which she'd already listened to; one from the mysterious Thomas Delaney with message; one from Nick, no message; one from Greg, no message, and two from an unknown number with a central California area code with no messages.

Sara hit speed dial '1' and after one ring, was greeted: "Grissom."

"Hey."

"Sara, you okay?"

"I'm fine. I called because you told me to call when I woke up."

"Hungry?"

"Yeah."

"Be there shortly."

He ended the call. Eight words were all he said to her. But she was left breathless by the sound of his voice.

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Gil Grissom sat across the table from her, smirking to himself, he knew what Sara Sidle had on under her clothes and he liked that knowledge. He'd seen her on the bed sleeping, the smirk grew, he even knew what was beneath her underwear. Gilbert Grissom, get a grip, he cautioned himself.

Sara ate her meal of waffles and eggs as some of the other customers suspiciously eyed Grissom at the sight of the gash on her face and blackened eye. He was oblivious to the looks, but Sara remembered them well, so she ignored them.

Looking up from her fork, she caught his eyes, "Thanks for the stuff."

"Do you need anything else?'

"I don't think so."

"I think I'll head back to the Sheriff's office when I drop you back at the motel."

Sara's eyes flashed a bit of anger his way, "Wait one minute there. What do you mean? I want to go through the evidence we collected and see if it leads us to a suspect."

"Sara, you need rest."

"Griss, I slept for almost eight hours. I need to work. I can't sit at that motel and do nothing."

He coughed into his coffee. She was hurt and still wanted to work. "Fine."

She noticed he was still wearing the dust and slightly blood splattered clothes he had had on that morning. "When did you sleep last?"

"This morning on the way here."

"So, about an hour and a half. When did you sleep before that?"

He yawned at her question. "I really don't remember."

"How about this: I drop you off at the motel, you sleep, I go to the Sheriff's office, check on the time lines, and comb through the evidence?"

"Sara, I can't ask you to do that."

She laughed at his expression. "You do it all the time. Anyway, does the rest of the team know we won't be in Vegas tonight?" He nodded. "You called?" He nodded again. "Then how long do you think it'll take to figure all this out?"

His mind pictured the box of condoms, when she said "to figure all this out." His eyebrows shot up. "The evidence, Grissom."

"Oh, ugh, the time line should be checked every hour till 11 in the morning and by the TOD should either be established by the local coroner or by the bugs."

"I can do that, I'll drop you off and you sleep. You look horrible."

"Thanks."

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After Sara had dropped him off at his room, he walked toward the bathroom, stripping his clothes off and entered the shower. The image of Sara's nude body filled his thoughts and a half erection rose. The warm water streamed over his body as his soaped his body with the mini motel soap bar, the dirt and grime, the water carried them down the drain. The image of Sara danced through this brain and as he ran the small bar of soap over his crotch, his erection lengthened to his full almost nine inches, as the soap moved over his penis up and down. He didn't notice when he dropped the soap, because by then he was furiously moving his cupped hand against his penis to the thought of Sara's body as she slept.

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Grissom toweled his wet body off, brushed his teeth and opened his bags for the new boxers and t-shirt to sleep in. He unfolded the pants and hung them upside side down to decrease the wrinkling, opened the package and held up the shirt. He noticed a flash of red beneath the package of socks. He pulled the microfibre camisole and panties out of the bag.

"Down boy" was his first thought. He dug through the bag and noticed his impulse buy was nowhere in the bag. He grabbed the camisole set, opened the door to the adjoining room, hoping against hope she'd not locked her side of the door. She hadn't. He laid the set on her bed, looked around and saw a neatly folded square white bag on the bureau. He needed to remove the evidence, he touched the bag, knowing the condoms were there, knowing Sara had seen them. He grabbed them and walked back into his room, placed the box of unused condoms between his folded dirty clothes. Feeling somewhat secure, Grissom lifted the comforter off his bed, threw it on the floor between the bed and the wall, fluffed up a pillow, curled on his right side and promptly fell asleep.

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August 24, 2005 11:30 am

The cell phone buzzed at his ear. "Grissom."

"Hey," Sara's voice filled his ear seductively, especially since she'd been starring in his dream that she had just interrupted. "The vic's name was Sam Cooley, 34, been missing since May 14th of this year. Sheriff Wallace sent a patrol car over to Ursine, where the vic lived to get the wife to come id the body. On the way to the Sheriff's office, the woman made a full confession to the patrolman. Seems she'd killed him at the mine in a fit of jealously after she found out about his girlfriend being pregnant. She hit him with a 2x4 and then shot him, left him there, then called him in missing 3 days later. Coroner places TOD then and bugs say May 11th. Case closed for us."

"Good job. What time is it?"

"11:28 a.m. I'm headed to the motel now. Sheriff Wallace was on the phone with McKeen when I left. Get your stuff ready and we can head back to Vegas. Bye."

Grissom's hard on from the sound of her voice brought his mind back to matters at hand. He needed to urinate. He decided to shower again, to try to wake up, since there was no coffee pot in the room.

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Sara opened her door and immediately noticed the camisole set laying on her bed. She picked up the set and sat down on the bed, confused. She heard through the open doors the shower running in his room. She saw the condoms were missing from beside her television. The shower cut off and she heard the shower curtain open and the noise of him fumbling to dry off. She moved to the arch, trying to decide if she should go into his room or not. She knew she'd never have another chance like this one, so she walked bravely into his room, stood between the bed and the television, slipped off her pants and shirt and stood in the black lace set he'd bought her the previous day.

"I didn't think you'd look that good." His voice brought her attention to him, standing before her with nothing covering him, nothing at all.

She smiled at his buff body. For a man who she thought never worked out, his body showed strength. "I see that rock got your shoulder pretty bad." He reached up and touched the black and blue bruise with his left hand. "Does it hurt?"

He made his best little boy voice. "Ummhuh," sticking his bottom lip out slightly. She saw the amusement in his eyes. "Will you kiss it and make it better?" Sara was speechless. He took several steps toward her, wanting to touch her, but not knowing exactly where to start.

"What possessed you to buy those condoms?"

He pointed down to his hard penis. "He did."

"I'm glad he did." Sara looked at his huge penis, wondering if she could handle all of that.

They came together in a rush. Lips, hands, chest, legs until if someone were watching they could not tell when one ended and the other began. Sara felt she was melting into nothing but a puddle of goo at his touch. Her lips and teeth grazing his ear, he felt his body slightly spasm into hers. She pulled him closer if that were possible, feeling that hot body of his against her. His lips left her shoulder and her's left his ear as they slightly pulled away from each other. Grissom looked deeply into Sara's eyes and asked her permission wordlessly. She flexed her head down once and Grissom began kissing her swollen eye, tenderly with light kisses. He stopped and moved down to her lips, capturing her mouth with his. Neither knew if they moaned or it was the other when the electricity sparked when their tongues met, battled for a moment before Sara sucked his tongue into her mouth as he held it still. She ran her tongue on the underside of his, then with her lips sucked his tongue as he pressed his hardened member against the soft skin of her stomach. He wanted to feel all of her as he unclasped the bra and slid his hands down into the lacy thong. He cupped her cheeks with his hands: hard squeeze and relax. Sara moved her hand and took his penis into her hand, with her other hand she managed somehow to remove the thong as her tongue still held his captured.

She moved his huge long penis to the junction of her body, he immediately felt how wet and hot her arousal was, he pushed once and slid into her. She gasped at the fullness. She placed her hands on his shoulders, jumped up slightly, maintaining the erotic connection, pulled her legs up around his ass as he pushed her up against the wall, using it as support as they rode each other to a shattering climax, before collapsing on the bed.

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Grissom awoke in a empty bed, but he heard her voice, speaking in hushed tones from her room. Was she crying?

"Uncle Tommy, will I need to get a room or can I stay with you?"

Silence. Gil moved from the bed to the bathroom quietly. He slipped on the boxers he'd left there earlier. He strained to hear anything, any sound coming from her room, knowing he was eavesdropping.

"Okay, meet you tomorrow at our place." Grissom's eyebrows went up and a slight bit of jealousy in his eyes.

No further sound came from her room for over five minutes. He moved from his hiding spot in the bathroom to the arch between their rooms. He found her sitting on the edge of the bed, cell phone still in her hand, staring into the black screen of the television with tears running down her face.

"It helps if you turn it on, if you're going to watch it." His voice was light and playful.

"What?" Sara startled at the sound of his voice, wiping the stream of tears with her hand. She was wearing the camisole set. Grissom moved to touch her shoulder with his hand. she looked up into his blue eyes, full of concern. He eased into sitting beside her, wiped more tears away, pulled her into his arms, as the tears began to fall in earnest. She sobbed into his shoulder, tears running down his chest.

"Shhhhhhhh, honey," he toned over and over. Over time her sobbing slowed, hiccups started, and the tears continued. "Hold your breath, calm down, baby, shhhhhh." He pulled her closer to him.

"Please Gil, just hold me." So he held her. She quieted after about ten minutes, then a subtle shift occurred. He'd been placing light kisses on her hair and face as she cried, she looked up into his and captured his lips with hers and kissed him passionately. "I need you NOW," she said as she pulled back from the kiss.

He stood her up, made her raise her arms over her head as he pulled off her red top, throwing it over his shoulder. He pulled her panties down to her knees and she wiggled and stepped out of them. She reached for the waistband of his maroon boxers, as she lowered them, they fell to the floor. He tried her wiggle, but it didn't quite match hers. She broke into a shy smile at his attempt at levity, but grabbed him and pulled him to her. Her lips at his ear. "Fuck me hard."

He looked into her face, filled with a determination he'd never seen, wordlessly he began to fill her request, her demand. His eyes said everything. In a glance, he told her to get on the bed. His eyes steeled into her. The sight of her climbing onto the bed on all fours, sent his hands reached to her hips and pulled her back to him. His penis was poised at the entrance, he kept one hand on her hip and grabbed his shaft, rubbed the head from her clit to her vagina. He pushed and in one motion, he was in to the hilt. Sara pushed her ass to him. "Hard, so hard. So, big."

His free hand went back to her hip and he began to slam into her. The tightness around his cock felt like electric silk. He pushed harder and harder into her, then stopped fully in her. She pushed back at him and wiggled against him, when he started slowly moving in her again, building momentum again. After regaining his previous pace, he stopped suddenly. She didn't move a muscle this time. There were spasms building in her pussy, his cock felt the sensation. He began to move with the spasms, slowly into her warmth. Sara's groans were matching his own, guttural moans, animalistic moans.

His cock was pistoning into her and her walls were crumbling fast. One hard push into her threw her out of balance, her supporting arms collapsed, her hips pulled away from him, severing their connection. His penis bobbled without her support.

She rolled onto her back. "Come 'ere", her eyes said to him. He crawled on top of her, with one hand on his dick, she spread her legs slightly and they were reconnected as he drove into her. He stopped his movements after a minute or so, savoring the encompassing warmth around him. Her pussy drew him closer and she used her pelvic muscles to tighten around him, then gently release and then tighten again. His body never moved. She never stopped.

Soon his body began to move on it's own, moving in time with her. Their eyes never left the others, the intensity was beyond human comprehension. "Gillllll...," she screamed.

Their bodies shifted without conscious thought. He lifted her ass high in the air as she brought her long legs up to his shoulders, he pushed again and began pumping into her. "Gilgilgilgilgilgilgilgilgilgil...," she moaned.

"Sarasarsarsaraaaaaaa..." were soon the only sounds except the sound of the slap of his sack against her center when he filled her completely. Her body began to shake, but Grissom couldn't feel it. She was folded under him and the only things going through his brain was "push, pull, Sara, push". Her hand reached up to his face and he looked down into her eyes, reading what she wanted without words.

He pulled out of her, gently pulling her to her side. He spooned in behind her and lifted her leg over his, slid his dick back inside her, moved one hand over her breast and with the other hand, moved his middle finger to flick her clit. In this position, he could also nuzzle her neck. "Ohgawd, can it get any better than this. Sarasarsaraaaa. I'm close baby, I'm gonna..." His balls began to constrict, he pushed into her and held himself there, he could feel her constrictions, drawing his seed into her. He felt he was losing his sense of self, she and he mingled where neither began or ended. He stayed inside her as her spasms tightened and relaxed, at first constantly, then slowed. Sara caught her breath and Gil moved his finger against her clit a millimeter, setting off another series of spasms. He did this once, twice, maybe three times before the nerve endings on his penis were beginning to respond to her spasms again. He hardened inside her and began to pump into her, slowly, so slowly pumping in and out, then a quick flick of his finger at her clit and her body shuttering.

"Ohgodgilgrissomgrissomgil, gil, gil grissom, ohhhhhh," she screamed loudly. He came in her again. Her walls completely crumbled. "I, I ...I.. you." She closed her eyes as he kissed her neck one more time. He rolled to his back, bringing her with him, holding her close. Within 30 seconds, they were both asleep.

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Slowly the deep sleep eased and a gentle restlessness surfaced. He felt suddenly smothered and couldn't quite get his respiration rate back to normal. There was an uneasy tingling between his legs and he knew he was highly aroused.

Why? He was too old for those type dreams, wasn't he? But ... but there was someone touching him, giving an easy, gentle tug to his penis. His eyes opened and he held his hands before his face, yet the tugging sensation remained. He closed his eyes, letting the overpowering sensations wash over him.

He felt two fingertips explore him. Each feather-light stroke was leaving him breathless. The fingers ran the length from tip to base and then trailed evenly over his balls. He was fighting a losing battle with control when he was engulfed by the most incredible warmth over his penis. Without warning, other than a tightening of his scrotum, he came in that warmth.

The heaviness overtook his eyes. With one slightly lifted lid, the image of a gap-toothed grin looking up at him from between his legs made him smile as he drifted back to sleep.

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They are curled together, she on her right side and is he. Sara feels him harden behind her. She presses back against him and Gil's arms snake around her torso as his hands cup her breasts. His mouth at her ear.

"Do you want it?"

"Oh God, yes ...," she breathed between gasps.

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"Sara."

"Gil...." she was lightly stroking his cock with her right hand.

"Stop that, Sara. He is done for now." Sara removed her hand and Gil smiled down into her eyes, when a sudden realization hit him like a ton of bricks. "Sara, oh my God, we forgot to use the condoms."

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"Gil, I have something serious to talk to you about." Her voice strained.

"Sara, honey, I told you I was sorry about the condoms. If you get pregnant, it's not a problem. I promise."

"This has nothing to do with that. I have to leave for awhile and I don't know how long I'll be gone."

"What's wrong?"

"This is hard for me. You're the only one who knows anything about my past and you only know what I've told you and that is only the tip of the iceberg, so to speak."

"I know, I've never pushed you to discuss more. You can, though, with me, whenever you feel like it."

Sara looked into his eyes, his blue orbs, nothing like the passion filled ones from earlier, looked at her, dare she say lovingly? "Gil, I'm....I have to go to a funeral in Mississippi."

"Who?"

"Ughh," Sara bowed her head and mumbled something he couldn't understand.

"Sara, love, do you want me to go with you?"

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A/N: As always thanks to Bo for the inspiration on the sex parts. You rock dude.

And don't forget to read my other stories on this site. (shameless plugs) Please review. I love getting reviews.

Part II should be up in about a month. I think there will only be three parts, so you don't have to worry about a long drawn out story line.