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[csi_gil_grissom]

WHO: Grissom and Sara
WHAT: Destination: NYC
WHERE: Starting at Sara's apartment, going through to arrival at NYC hotel
WHEN: Around 7 AM.

Grissom pulled his state issued Denali in front of Sara's apartment at 7 AM on the dot. They had agreed that, even though their flight was at 11 AM, leaving at 7 would allow them plenty of time to get through

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[csisidle_ss]

Sara bit her lip as she watched him. "You don't seem to be opposing the idea all that much..." She rubbed lower.

[csi_gil_grissom]

"Honeypleasedon'tmakeascene." Grissom gritted out, closing his eyes and trying not to grab her wrist hard.

[csisidle_ss]

Sara stilled her hands and looked at him seriously. "Isn't this what you wanted?" She breathed.

[csi_gil_grissom]

"Yes...god yes. But not like this. Not here. Not when you're drunk. I want to take you out. Wine you and dine you and do you the right way. I refuse to treat you like a second hand hooker I hired to stroke me off at 30,000 feet." He rumbled thickly, his hand sliding around her wrist and down to her hand, which he held gently.

"I want to make love to you." He said softly, threading their fingers and studying their hands.

[csisidle_ss]

Sara felt herself sober. That was not the reaction she was going for, not at all. She wanted to piss him off and get him as angry as he got her.

Panicking Sara felt her self get nausious as she quickly tore at her seat belt and walked quickly to the bathroom.

[csi_gil_grissom]

Grissom dashed after Sara immediately, wincing at the sound of her wretching. Rapping his knuckles on the door, he caled to her.

"Sara, are you ok?" He asked before sliding into tiny, cramped space. He wet some paper towels and gently touched them to her forehead, hoping the touch would calm her.

[csisidle_ss]

Sara nodded slowly and wimpered as she felt a second wave hit her, keeping her back on her knees as everything she ate that day came up.

Finishing, she sat back on the floor and closed her eyes.

[csi_gil_grissom]

Grissom held her hair back and gently stroked her temple and the back of her neck with the cool cloth. Every bit of him ached to do something for her, but there seemed to be nothing he could do. Instead he slid to the floor with her and pulled her back against his soft chest so she would have a place to rest.