Awakenings

Title: "Awakenings"
Author: Poppie_lee
Pairing: GSR/ Sara and other.
Rating: M
Prompt: Birch Beer, Boiled Lobster, Cheetos.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but fun to play with.
Summary: Sara receives a gift from her past and it awakens more than memories.

A/N: As ever thanks must go to the clever one Dee my talented beta. You Rock slapper!!!. This was written for the Geekfiction Food fight challange.


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Sara had just returned from a crime scene and was settling down to lunch with Grissom when her pager went off. She glanced at the small screen “Contact the LV Crime Lab Reception.” Choosing to ignore the intrusion Sara took her seat beside Grissom and offered him an apple
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“That might be important you know?” Grissom said taking the ripe fruit from her grasp.

“It can’t be that important or you’d know about it.” She said offering him a stifled grin. “I'm sure it’s just Hodges” She continued. “ He probably has the results from that trick roll at the Monaco.” She said peeling the lid from her yogurt. Sara was lifting the first spoon of the creamy dessert to her mouth when her pager sprang to life once more. Sighing in defeat she lifted the small device and read the screen.

Contact the lab Reception A.S.A.P.

“That’s weird.” Sara said frowning at the message.

“What is it?” Grissom asked looking up from his crossword.

“It’s Judy; I just passed her. What could have happened in five minutes that requires me A.S.A.P?” She asked showing him the message.

“Well you won’t know until you go and find out.” Grissom said offering her a playful grin.

“Fine. But if this is Hodges you’re going to have to deal with the mood I’ll be in when I get back.” she said as she stood up and walked toward the door of the break room.

“I’ll look forward to it.” Grissom replied giving her a sultry smile. Sara matched his grin as she headed toward reception. Grissom chuckled a little as he watched her go; enjoying the subtle sway of her firm behind as she walked away.

He had just finished his apple when Sara reappeared with a package. “I had to sign for it personally; it’s apparently top secret what ever it is.” Sara said as she sat the parcel down on the table.

Grissom was now intrigued and studied the package. “Maybe it’s from the F.B.I.” Don’t they require a signature from the CSI in charge of the case?“ He asked leaning in to read the label.

“No, I don’t think so. I mean I haven‘t sent anything to the feds.” Sara said. As she looked at the return address. “It’s from a publishing house in San Francisco.” Sara said a little surprised as she began to pull at the packaging.

“Do you know any authors?” Grissom asked as he joined her on her side of the table his curiosity peeking through.

“One or two.” Sara said smiling as the last of the paper fell open.

Sara gasped as she stared at the book before her. It had on its cover a picture of someone she hadn’t seen in over ten years. “Oh my god, Adam.” Sara said as she lowered herself into her chair.

Grissom picked up the book and studied the picture of the young man. He guessed the man was around Sara’s age. He was good looking with a mop of blonde curls and bright Green eyes. Grissom quickly read over the synopsis of the book clearing his throat trying to expel the jealous thoughts that were filling his head.

“Adam Crowe.” Grissom pondered the name for a moment and then continued “Isn’t he the author of that the book of poetry you gave me for Christmas the first year we met? Why would he be sending you his Autobiography?” Grissom asked as casually as his jealousy would let him.

“He is a poet, quite a good one in fact.” Sara stuttered out averting Grissom‘s eyes. Feeling his stare she continued “I lived with Adam at my last foster home. We came from a similar back round.” She said staring at the volume in Grissom’s hand lost in a memory. “We… em… we were friends.” Sara finished, a hint of embarrassment colouring her cheeks. As Grissom nodded and flipped open the book a small sheet of paper fell from between it‘s pages. Sara bent down and picked up the paper. She knew the hand writing instantly.


Dear Sara,
I’m guessing if you’re reading this you are a little surprised to be hearing from me. It must be over ten years since we’ve even talked. I know I just disappeared on you and I’m really sorry but you see I got a letter from my Dad. He was dying in prison and wanted to see me. I know you understand when I say it was the hardest decision I ever had to make.

I really tried to but I couldn’t forgive him. When he eventually died I started to feel like a ticking time bomb. You know that feeling of being so full of crap that you’ll explode. I couldn’t move forward and I couldn’t go back, I was living in limbo.

Then I got a phone call from my publisher asking me if I had decided to start writing again. It’s funny but it was your words echoing in my head that made me take this journey. Do you remember mom’s memorial service? You told me that our past is only baggage if we choose to carry it. You were right as always Brainiac. You sounded just like Mom, she would have been so proud of you.

It took me six years and a lot of therapy but I started to write again and what you’re holding now is the result. I wanted you to be one of the first to have a copy. It’s being published and goes into full print in about a month. I will be in Vegas when the press tour kicks off, if your still speaking to me I’d love to see you. I hope you know how much you have changed my life Sara Sidle.

Your’s forever,
Adam.


Sara was a little shocked but a smile found her lips.” He did it.” Sara said as a swell of pride overtook her. Tears welled in her dark eyes as she hugged the book close.

“Hey, are you okay?” Grissom asked as he sat down beside her.

“Yeah…Yes I’m fine” She said shaking her tears away and swallowing the lump that had lodged in her throat.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Grissom asked handing her the book.

“Maybe later.” Sara said giving his hand a squeeze. Such a small gesture for many would be insignificant but for him it was a reassuring sign that she was honestly okay. He watched her closely as she began to tidy the table, folding the packaging from her parcel he noticed that she saved the return address label. He was slightly bothered by the fact that she may want to get in contact with the much younger, good looking author of this book that shared her past with her so intimately; until Sara met his eyes.

“Adam was there for me when I had no one else.” She said

Grissom understood Sara’s reluctance to discuss her past and even though she would refer to it sometimes in conversations he knew deep down he would probably never know everything that had happened. He smiled as he watched her settle into the couch in the corner of the break room. Sara tucked her feet under her and took in a breath as she opened the book flipping through the chapters looking for a particular time in Adams life.


Sara Sidle hadn’t had a normal childhood, after her mother had been sentenced to life in prison Sara went through a period of readjustment to the world. Her normality was shown to be the worst kind of lie and for Sara the blame fell squarely on the shoulders of her mother. She had spent years hating her mother. Blaming her for every failure in her own life. Until she met Adam.

His home growing up had been a mirror of Sara’s, the only difference unlike Sara he often took the brunt of his fathers abuse. It came to an end when his father in one of his drunken rages pushed his mother down the stairs killing her instantly. Adam had been in the house like Sara, and had sat with the body of his mother all night. It was only when a friend of his mothers called that the police were notified and he was placed in the care of child services.

He had suffered such a horrific ordeal that he needed over a year of counseling before he could be placed in a foster home. He didn’t settle well and was quickly moved on to another home and then another it took him three years before he found Annie.

Chapter 10
“Finding a home”


Annie Crowe was to all that knew her a wonderful human being, she had been unable to have children of her own and after she lost her husband in a tragic car accident she found herself with a big house and a need to make a difference.

Annie had been a foster mother for 20 years and had over 15 fosters in that time; most of which were children who had grown up in abusive homes or had been the subject of sexual abuse. Annie’s view was that these children didn’t need a mother, they already had that; no what she offered was safety. A place they could live without fear; a place were they could begin to heal. Giving them the support and freedom to find their way in their new future. Annie took the children that the rest of the world wanted to forget.


When I came to stay with her I was abusive and rebellious like a lot of children who had grown up in an abusive home. Annie helped me through the pain and gave me the support and security I needed to deal with my past. As the years passed many other children passed through Annie Crowe’s doors but I stayed with her finding safety and my first real experience of a loving home. We became very close, so close in fact that Annie asked if I would like to stay with her indefinitely and help with the younger children like me that had never settled anywhere. I was so happy and accepted. Annie adopted me as her son.

It was one bright sunny afternoon in June that child services arrived with a young girl. I had been studying in my room when I heard Annie’s familiar welcoming tone.

“Hello there, well aren’t you tall.” Annie’s voice echoed up the stairwell. “Well come on in and let’s have a chat”.

Although it had been a couple of years I could always tell when a newbie was due. Annie would be a little on edge, she would get a call, and then a visit from the child services people. They would bring the file of who ever was coming. Annie would sit and read it back to back and then there was the inevitable shopping trip. She used to make me go with her when I was younger but I had just turned seventeen I could pretty much take care of myself.

I knew this one would be a girl. Annie had bought some new bed linen and painted the room bright yellow. I also noticed that she hadn’t bought her usual welcoming teddy bear or doll instead she had placed a book beside the bed, so I guessed this one wasn’t young. I guess I was happy enough to have another person in the house I knew Annie had missed the company.

It had just been the two of us for so long since Annie had retired as a foster mother she was getting on in years and she wasn’t up to having young children running around the house. In the first few months of her retirement she used to joke with me that hopefully people had finally realized how precious children were and that she wouldn’t needed anymore. Deep down we both knew that would never happen but it was nice to pretend for a while.

I didn’t want to interfere with Annie’s welcoming process I knew only too well how important the first meeting was. I remember with deep shame my first day here, I was so scared and angry that I lashed out at her. I still felt the pang of regret even after what must be a thousand apologies.

I stood up and walked to my door and peeked out. I could hear Annie’s voice, her gentle tone and soft manner told me that the newbie wasn’t saying much. That tone always had a way of making you to talk to her even if you didn’t want to. She had long since become an expert at coaxing out what ever was bothering me.

Leaning further over the rail I caught a glimpse of her. She was sitting sideways on a chair near the door her whole body looked stiff as a board. She was very thin and had a mop of brown curls that covered most of her face, her head hung downward and she held tightly onto a brown paper bag that was resting on her lap like it was the most precious thing in the world. She looked about fourteen or fifteen I couldn’t really tell. She was certainly older than the others Annie usually took in.

I heard the child services agent call her Sara and watched on as Annie knelt down in front of the scared young girl. I watched for a little while longer as Annie took the girls hand and asked if she wanted to stay for a while. The young girl shrugged her shoulders and gripped her bag tighter pulling it close to her chest. I began to feel like an intruder so I walked back into my room and continued with my homework. I knew I would meet her soon enough.

A couple of hours later I heard a soft knock on my door. I took a deep breath and called out for them to come in. I braced himself for the inevitable introduction to the new house guest. The door opened and Annie stepped in alone. “Adam I’d like you to meet Sara she’s going to be staying with us for a little while.”

I looked toward the doorway, when she didn’t appear I stood up and walked to over to where Annie stood. Sara stood out in the middle of the hallway; I was surprised at the fact that she was nearly as tall as me. Her hair was now pulled back into a pony tail and her eyes where the first thing I noticed. Deep dark brown pools that were filled with so much sadness and fear I knew then why Annie had chosen to open her doors once again. This girl needed her.

The first couple of weeks we barely saw each other. Sara was in a grade lower than me, we would pass each other in the hallways between classes nodding recognition but that was all. During this time a number of Sara’s teachers had approached me remarking on how bright and willing to learn Sara was. I was happy for Annie that the Sara was settling in well; it wasn’t until I was coming out of school a few weeks later that I found out things weren’t going well for Sara at all. I had noticed her sitting on the grass writing in her journal, she was always writing in that thing. It was like a comfort blanket, it was one of the few things Sara brought with her when she moved in. I watched as some girls from Sara’s class walked over toward her. At first I thought they were her friends but it soon became apparent that they were anything but.

“So, you’re the latest freak living with Annie do good.” Said the tallest girl in the group.

“I guess we have to be nice to her, after all her parents don‘t want her.” A smaller girl said while the others laughed. “You look like a stick insect; doesn’t Annie do good feed you? Here eat up.” The girl continued, as the other girls laughed

I watched in horror as the young girl took out the remnants of her lunch and threw it at Sara. Before she could reach for something else to throw Sara was on her feet and lunged toward her. I broke into a sprint and pushed through the crowd that had gathered. Sara was sitting on top of the now screaming girl and was punching her in the face. “I’m not the freak, you are.” Sara said as she punched.

I lifted Sara off the sobbing girl and dragged her away before any of the faculty saw what was happening. “Are you nuts? I said as he pulled her down the street.
“Do you want to get expelled? You know if that happens you’ll end up back at the group home?” I wasn’t angry as much as I was worried for Annie and the trouble this would cause.

“What do you care?” Sara snapped. “It’s not like you even like me.” She said as she stormed off ahead of me. I was struck dumb for a second but caught up with her quickly, grabbing her arm I turned her around so she was facing me.

“Why do you think I don’t like you? “ I asked meeting her dark eyes and for the second time since I met her. I saw that same fear, tears had welled in her eyes and her lips were quivering. “Just leave me alone.” Sara said pulling her arm free as tears began to stream down her face. I managed to catch up with her again this time I kept up my pace with hers.

“You got a pretty good right hook, I doubt Sophie will ever try that again.” I said trying to cheer her up and change the subject.

After a few more steps I caught Sara glance sideways at me. “Do you think she’ll tell?” Sara asked she didn’t want to go back to the group home. I think she liked Annie and probably felt safe for the first time since her mother was convicted.

“No, I reckon she’ll be too scared you’ll tell on her.” I said I could hear the fear in her question. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure she knows to keep her mouth shut.” I continued as we walked on and for the first time since I met her I saw Sara smile.

As the weeks past Sara and I became closer. If I was doing anything more than likely I had Sara in tow. Peas in a pod Annie started to call us. We would walk home together every day, she would help me with my homework and I would make her laugh. Sara had opened up a lot more with Annie too, confiding in her; revealing more and more glimpses of her traumatic past. We talked about her going to college and what the future held; it became very obvious to everyone that knew her that Sara was special.

It was Sara’s Seventeenth Birthday and Annie had made a special dinner for her, Boiled lobster with a garlic butter sauce and a beautiful Birthday cake. Annie stood up and made a toast in honor of her remarkable progress in the eight months she had been with us. We all cheered as our fizzing glasses of Birch beer (Annie’s favorite) clinked together. Sara walked over and hugged Annie tighter than I’d ever seen her being hugged before. Annie started to cry and so did Sara. At this point I rolled his eyes and muttered under my breath about girls and hormones. It was then that Sara walked to where I was sitting and gave me a peck on the lips.

“Thanks, loser.” Sara said as she pulled back, her eyes dancing with true happiness. I was a little shocked but in that moment something happened. It was like a haze had cleared and I was seeing her for the first time. I watched a little stunned as she walked away to help Annie clear the plates. Later that night as always we crawled out my bedroom window onto the back porch roof and lay back watching the stars.

“What’s up with you loser? You’ve been quiet since dinner.” Sara asked me as she tucked her hands under her to cushion her head.

“Have I?” Was my response.

“Okay now I know something is up” Sara said sitting up beside me. “I just called you loser and you did say anything. What‘s up?” Sara said nudging my shoulder with hers.

“Why did you kiss me?” I asked feeling my face turning a bright shade of red.

“What?” Sara said more to do with shock than a lack of hearing the question I‘m sure.

“At dinner, why did you kiss me?” I asked again this time with a little more confidence.

“To say thank you, for… the cake and… the gifts.” She stuttered out as her own cheeks began to flush.

“Is that all?” I asked looking straight at her.

“Yeah!” Sara said a little louder than necessary. “Well, I guess so. I mean I’m sorry if I upset you or made you feel weird or anything I won’t do it again.” Sara said her voice wavering. I knew she would never have kissed me she thought it would cause a problem between us.

“I won’t do it again.” She repeated starting to turn to crawl back into the house.

“What if I wanted you to do it again?” I said unable to look at her my heart was beating so fast in my chest.

“What?” Said a stunned Sara.

“Will you keep your voice down Brainiac, Annie will hear you.” I said.

She returned to my side and met my gaze. “Do you want me to do it again?” Sara asked the noise from her belly told me her nerves were obviously playing havoc with her dinner. I looked down at my lap and smiled as I reached over to take her hand.

“I think I do.” I said honestly as I leaned in toward her. The kiss was quick and gentle. Sara’s smile was luminous. I leaned in again. This time I opened my mouth encouraging Sara to do the same. Every fibre of my being was tingling, parts of my body were awakening for the first time and I loved every new feeling that coursed through me.

The next morning at the breakfast table Annie knew something had changed. We weren’t calling each other names. We weren’t fighting over who’s turn it was to empty the dishwasher, we were just smiling at each other. Annie glanced from Sara to me hoping I’m sure that it wasn’t what she thought it was.

A few weeks later I turned eighteen. Annie let me have a few friends over for a party to celebrate. I had a great time, once everyone left Sara told Annie to go to bed that we would clean up. I huffed a bit but in truth I was happy to be alone with her. I had just finished picking out the last of the cheetos that had made their way into the fish tank thanks to my Jason my friend when I felt Sara’s arms wrap around my waist.

“Come on, I want to give you your present.” Sara said as she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. I watched as Sara took a small box out from under her pillow and handed it to me. I smiled and tore at the packaging until it revealed my gift. My heart sped up and I could practically hear the blood pulse through my veins. My eyes locked with hers.

“Sara, are you sure?” I said my voice was trembling as I spoke.

“Yes.” She said I would never forget her next words or where they would take me.

“I love you Adam. Make love to me.” Sara said as she took the condom from the small box.


Sara kissed me full on the lips, her heart beat so hard in her chest I could feel it against mine. We had talked about making love a couple of times but had agreed that we should wait until we were both ready and as nervous as I felt I knew Sara was the one. I leaned into her and pushed them down onto her bed, Sara’s nerves started to show; as I continued to kiss her I felt her body tremble beneath me. I told her that if she wanted to stop, we could.

“No.” Sara said with a determined tone. “I want this. I want to be with you. I love you Adam.” Her voice was trembling with emotion.

I smiled as I gazed into her worried eyes. “I love you too, braniac” I said smiling as I lowered my head and captured her mouth once more.


214.


Sara stopped reading the book a glanced sideways at Grissom who was lost in his crossword. She didn’t have to read on to remember what happened that night the memories flooded her head.

Sara had never let anyone touch her intimately before Adam. The furthest she had ever gotten was an open mouthed kiss with Michael O Neil a boy in her old school. She hadn’t liked it very much and he told everyone that she kissed wrong. It wasn’t long after that day that Sara’s mother changed her life forever.


That’s what made sharing this with Adam so special. He had always been different, he talked to her about books and poetry, and they had spent hours lying on the roof of Annie’s back porch gazing at the night sky. He would tell her all about the stars and she would listen taking in every word. Adam made her feel special and beautiful. When he smiled at her she knew he wasn’t trying to take anything from her; he just wanted to be with her.

Adam’s hand had found the bottom of Sara’s sweater and very slowly pushed his hand under the fabric. Sara let out a nervous giggle as he snaked his hand up to her small breast. Adam’s arousal was pressing against her thigh as he found the taught mound.

“Is this okay?” He asked between kisses as he clumsily pushed and pulled the flesh in his hand.

“Um… Yeah,” Sara said not really sure what she should be feeling. But now her voice had become breathy. A torrent of new feelings coursed it way around her body pooling between her legs. She had never felt anything like it but she was sure she wanted more.

Adam in his immaturity and lack of experience began to grind against her leg. Sara didn’t know why but she wanted him to touch her where she ached. She leaned into his ear and whispered.

“You can touch me down there if you want to.” Sara said shyly as she met his eyes. A very audible gulp came from deep within his throat as he released her breast and ran his hand downward along her stomach. He reached for her skirt’s hem and slid his hand upward feeling the heat grow as his hand reached higher and higher.

Sara let out a moan as his slender fingers cupped her sex for the first time. Unsure what to do, Sara let him take control. Adam began to move his hand against her sex, pressing against the damp cotton under his palm. She gasped as he pushed her panties aside and rubbed his finger along her now moist opening.

“Oh God” Sara called out, surprised at her loss of control.

Her outburst spurred Adam on and he slipped a finger inside her. Her body was white hot against his skin, and so tight he was unsure if he should continue.

“Oh Yes, Oh Adam.” Sara’s voice trembling as she encouraged him to continue.

Adam began to pump his finger into her with more force adding another finger pushing her tight walls further apart. Sara legs fell open as her worked her body. She was so lost in the emotions that were racking her body that she barely noticed as he slipped between her young thighs. He knelt up and using his free hand he opened his pants releasing his hard flesh.

Sara let out a low moan when he removed his hand from her sex; he smiled at her as he slipped her panties down her long legs. It was only then she noticed he was on display for her to see. Sara felt an embarrassed flush engulf her cheeks as she marvelled at his erect body. She had seen pictures in her science book and had studied the male form in school for her anatomy paper but this was different. Adam blushed under her stare.

“Quit staring Brainiac” Adam said as he tore at the small foil packet he had taken from where it had fallen on the bed.

“Stop calling me that.” Sara snapped. Adam stopped what he was doing and stared at her “Sorry, I just… would you call me by my name. Just for now, just while we’re doing it.” Sara was unable to make eye contact with him.

“Sure” Adam said feeling a little awkward; the momentary pause allowing some doubt to creep in. “Sara are you sure? I mean… we can stop if you want.” Adam asked his voice was trembling now too as he nervously toyed with the hem of her skirt.

“No! “ Sara said stopping his hand. ”Please, I love you, don’t stop.” Tears stung Sara’s eyes as she pushed his hand under the fabric once more. “Please don’t stop.”

Adam bent down and captured her mouth in the gentlest kiss Sara had ever felt in her life. The love that came with that kiss made her heart feel whole.

“Make love to me Adam.” Said whispered as he propped himself up on his elbows.


“I love you Sara Sidle.” Adam said reaching down and taking his latex cover flesh in his hand before pushing Sara’s legs further apart.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you okay” He said as her bumped the head of his shaft against her opening.

“Okay.” Sara’s voice was barely above a whisper as she braced herself for all the pain and blood that the girls in the locker room at school talked about.

“It was like sooooooo painful, I’m so never doing it again. I couldn’t walk straight for a week” Sophie Miller’s voice echoed in her head as she told the other girls about her first time with her boyfriend.

Adam pushed his way into her tight body. She was a little tense but after a minute of gentle strokes and slow pushing he managed to fully penetrate her. Adam felt Sara’s body tense up as the heat of her innocence lost surrounded his erect flesh. Their eyes met, both held back unshed tears as they paused adjusting to the revelation that this memory would never leave either of them. No matter what happened after today they would always remember this night.

Sara was so overwhelmed with love and passion that the pain she had felt as his body joined with hers seemed to fade. As he began to move within her whole body began to tingle. With Sara’s encouragement Adam’s thrusts became deeper and quicker both their bodies seemed to be rushing toward an unknown prize. Sara was first to feel it, unable to hold in the surge of ecstasy that was flooding every nerve of her body any longer Sara cried out.

“Oh…Oh… Adam.” Sara arched her body uncontrollably as she was lost in a moment of pure bliss.

“Oh shit Sara, I …” The sentence was never finished as Adam jerked uncontrollably. He fell on top of her unable to hold up his weight.

Both of them where panting and giggling. They had done it. Every muscle in Sara’s body felt limp and relaxed then a thought came into her head that made her smile; she was no longer a virgin. Adam she was sure was just happy he had lasted for more than a minute.

“What are you smiling at Miss Sidle?”| The sound of Grissom’s voice shook her from the memory.

Sara snapped the book closed and blushed furiously. “Me… nothing, I’m fine. I’m… ugh… going to get back to work. Now.” She said as she hugged the book close to her chest. Grissom watched her leave the break room and wondered if he would ever get to read that book.

A/N I was thinking of continuing this fic I have a couple of ideas but your opinion matters so it's up to you leave it alone or mess with them some more? Let me know!