"Dream a little"
Author: Poppie
Pairing: GSR (Of Course)
Rating: M (for the boldness)
Chapter: 13
Disclaimer: They're not mine; I'm just playing with them for a few minutes.
Summary: Add Grissom and Sara, to a road trip, plus a motel, add some UST, and a drop of angst and (Of Course) eventual boldness! Mix them all together and hey presto you end up with this Fic!
A/N: As always I would have nothing to post if it weren't for my clever beta and bestest friend in the whole wide world Dee, who tirelessly works to fix my messy ups! Thanks even though you are a Tramo of the highest order! What a gLeetastic weekend!!!
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Without breaking eye contact with her, Grissom walked to the driver’s side of the Tahoe, he reached for the handle, which unlatched with ease. He released a held breath as he pulled open the heavy door.
“May I join you?” he asked timidly.
Sara nodded approval before turning her gaze away from him to stare blindly through the windshield; he settled into his seat quickly and turned to face her, ready to plead his case.
“Listen Grissom, I want to apologize, my behaviour back there; it was...”
“Sara... you have nothing to apologise for.” He said a little stunned at the turn of events.
“Please let me finish.” She said coldly. “My behaviour was highly inappropriate and insubordinate and I understand and accept any disciplinary action you may take.” She said, trying to remain professional and swallow the emotion that was threatening her every word.
An overwhelming sense of shame and sadness consumed him. “Oh, Sara.” he whispered as he reached for her hand. She tensed immediately, and pulled away.
“We’d better get on the road, if we want to make it back for shift tonight.” She said reaching for her seat belt and clicking it into place, hopeful the action was successful in hiding her trembling hands. Not wanting to risk upsetting her further Grissom reluctantly agreed and started the car, hoping they could talk on the drive back to Vegas.
He stole momentary glances of her as the miles from Beatty began to build; she sat with her body turned away from him as she gazed out the passenger window; although he couldn’t see her face clearly, everything about her body language seemed to radiate pain; unable to contain himself any longer Grissom cleared his throat hoping to gain her attention.
“Sara... I think I should...Well I need to ...”
“Gris, if you don’t mind,” Sara said cutting across him. “I’m gonna try and get some sleep, with everything that’s happened...” Their eyes locked and she saw something flair in his eyes, she instantly realised he thought she was referring to the hotel and a bite of embarrassment coloured her cheeks. “I mean... with Sam. I’m just really tired. Okay?”
“Okay.” He said softly offering her a pitiful smile.
As much as she understood his need for reassurance she just wasn’t capable of dealing with his insecurities right now, her own head was awash with confusion and she needed time to compute everything before she made any decions regarding their future and if in fact they had one at all.
His heart sank as she turned her back to him once more and closed her eyes. He wanted desperately to pull over and force her listen, to explain that he knew what an ass he had been and how much he wished he could take back everything that had happened. It took every ounce of his will power to hold his tongue. He had to be patient, he knew that if he was going to fix this, forcing her to talk would only make things worse; he steadied himself, determined to give her whatever time she needed.
Sara honestly had no intention of sleeping when she had closed her eyes, her goal was merely to avoid the clearly awkward situation they had found themselves in, but as the miles passed the slow rocking motion of the car added to the silence surrounding her and she soon drifted into slumber.
She was lost in a myriad of images, the ruins, and the desert, then blackness everywhere. Flashes of Daniel’s face, and Sam, then Sheriff Foster smiling asking her to trust him as he undid the buttons of her shirt, she tried to pull away from him then suddenly she was falling, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t breathe, then he was there, his blue eyes smiling at her as his mouth took hers. She came alive in his arms as if every vein, every muscle in her body was now connected to his mouth, he pulled back breaking the kiss and began to lick and bite at the flesh of her neck whispering to her between kisses. “Oh Sara, God I want you... I need you Sara...Sara... Sara.” She felt the warmth of his hands as they ran over her bare shoulders and down along her arms, but then he gripped her arms and began to shake her.
“Sara, Sara wake up, we’re home.” Grissom’s voice seemed muddled and distant, as she slowly came to, the shadows of her dream still hung heavy in her eyes as she met his, for a moment or two the realms of reality and fantasy crossed over and she smiled at him, his heart stopped when he saw the love in her eyes. Unable to stop himself he reached out and caressed her cheek. Sara closed her eyes and nuzzled against his hand sleepily before her eyes sprang open and she abruptly sat up cupping her own cheek as if his touch had burned her.
“Wow, we’re here already...” She said trying to ignore the knot of arousal that throbbed between her thighs. “That was quick.” She said offering him a token smile as she ran her hand through her untidy curls.
“Sara, I...I...”He opened his mouth but the words died on his lips. Deep down he felt as though there was nothing he could say or do to heal what had been passed between them, he was utterly ashamed of his actions and desperately sorry for hurting her again; unable to find the words he could only watch on as she gathered her belongings.
“Well... I guess I’ll... I’ll see you later.” She said, deliberately avoiding his intense gaze, she knew his eyes would only reflect the pain and regret he was feeling and it would be her undoing. She had to be strong, if she forgave him it had to be on her terms and not because of pity; God knows that wouldn’t help either of them. But despite the resentment she felt toward him she couldn’t leave him totally lost, she had been in love with him for so long, and the passion they had shared in Beatty had been real; for one beautiful moment he had opened his heart to her and gave her a glimpse of how truly happy they could be. Relenting a little she touched his arm lightly and offered him a sad smile of consolation before pulling back.She had been right to avoid his eyes the anguish they held startled her.
Grissom’s heart leapt at her touch and an equally sombre smile crossed his lips. He nodded his head in understanding and watched wordlessly as she opened her door and slipped out, her cheeks were blazing with colour and her eyes were filled with unshed tears as she closed the door, Sara turned away from him and hurried toward her building without a backward glance.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered after her as his heart twisted with sadness.
Sara made it to her apartment as the tears finally fell; she slammed her front door closed and dropped her duffel bag at her feet before she curled forward in pain and gave in to the sob that was lodged in her throat. The warmth from his touch had been so comforting, so welcome and for a moment she had let herself remember how deeply she cared for him; but the memory of how he had mistreated her consumed her again, and her anger flared once more, “Fucking... selfish...asshole” she yelled as she threw her keys across the room in frustration; she was so confused. Why did her heart betray her so easily when it came to him?
Despite her inner turmoil she was uncontrollably drawn to the window, concealing herself behind her heavy drapes she peered out to where he had parked, the space lay vacant and Sara’s heart hallowed just a fraction more. “Damn you Gil Grissom, why won’t you fight?” she whispered into the fading Nevada sunlight. She turned and slid down to the floor and allowed her sorrow to take her.
When the tears finally subsided she willed herself to get up and get ready for work, after all she still had a job to do. She made her way to where she had dropped the old duffel bag and sighed heavily as she picked it up and headed toward her bedroom, she had just reached for the handle on the door when the knock came...
TBC.
A/N: My deep apologies for the time it has taken to post this, as ever I blame RL, I am now in a position to spend some time working on my greatest love, writing and am back in the GSR groove so hopefully the last chapter should be winging it’s way to you in the coming days! Thanks for sticking with me! ;oP
Pairing: GSR (Of Course)
Rating: M (for the boldness)
Chapter: 13
Disclaimer: They're not mine; I'm just playing with them for a few minutes.
Summary: Add Grissom and Sara, to a road trip, plus a motel, add some UST, and a drop of angst and (Of Course) eventual boldness! Mix them all together and hey presto you end up with this Fic!
A/N: As always I would have nothing to post if it weren't for my clever beta and bestest friend in the whole wide world Dee, who tirelessly works to fix my messy ups! Thanks even though you are a Tramo of the highest order! What a gLeetastic weekend!!!
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Without breaking eye contact with her, Grissom walked to the driver’s side of the Tahoe, he reached for the handle, which unlatched with ease. He released a held breath as he pulled open the heavy door.
“May I join you?” he asked timidly.
Sara nodded approval before turning her gaze away from him to stare blindly through the windshield; he settled into his seat quickly and turned to face her, ready to plead his case.
“Listen Grissom, I want to apologize, my behaviour back there; it was...”
“Sara... you have nothing to apologise for.” He said a little stunned at the turn of events.
“Please let me finish.” She said coldly. “My behaviour was highly inappropriate and insubordinate and I understand and accept any disciplinary action you may take.” She said, trying to remain professional and swallow the emotion that was threatening her every word.
An overwhelming sense of shame and sadness consumed him. “Oh, Sara.” he whispered as he reached for her hand. She tensed immediately, and pulled away.
“We’d better get on the road, if we want to make it back for shift tonight.” She said reaching for her seat belt and clicking it into place, hopeful the action was successful in hiding her trembling hands. Not wanting to risk upsetting her further Grissom reluctantly agreed and started the car, hoping they could talk on the drive back to Vegas.
He stole momentary glances of her as the miles from Beatty began to build; she sat with her body turned away from him as she gazed out the passenger window; although he couldn’t see her face clearly, everything about her body language seemed to radiate pain; unable to contain himself any longer Grissom cleared his throat hoping to gain her attention.
“Sara... I think I should...Well I need to ...”
“Gris, if you don’t mind,” Sara said cutting across him. “I’m gonna try and get some sleep, with everything that’s happened...” Their eyes locked and she saw something flair in his eyes, she instantly realised he thought she was referring to the hotel and a bite of embarrassment coloured her cheeks. “I mean... with Sam. I’m just really tired. Okay?”
“Okay.” He said softly offering her a pitiful smile.
As much as she understood his need for reassurance she just wasn’t capable of dealing with his insecurities right now, her own head was awash with confusion and she needed time to compute everything before she made any decions regarding their future and if in fact they had one at all.
His heart sank as she turned her back to him once more and closed her eyes. He wanted desperately to pull over and force her listen, to explain that he knew what an ass he had been and how much he wished he could take back everything that had happened. It took every ounce of his will power to hold his tongue. He had to be patient, he knew that if he was going to fix this, forcing her to talk would only make things worse; he steadied himself, determined to give her whatever time she needed.
Sara honestly had no intention of sleeping when she had closed her eyes, her goal was merely to avoid the clearly awkward situation they had found themselves in, but as the miles passed the slow rocking motion of the car added to the silence surrounding her and she soon drifted into slumber.
She was lost in a myriad of images, the ruins, and the desert, then blackness everywhere. Flashes of Daniel’s face, and Sam, then Sheriff Foster smiling asking her to trust him as he undid the buttons of her shirt, she tried to pull away from him then suddenly she was falling, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t breathe, then he was there, his blue eyes smiling at her as his mouth took hers. She came alive in his arms as if every vein, every muscle in her body was now connected to his mouth, he pulled back breaking the kiss and began to lick and bite at the flesh of her neck whispering to her between kisses. “Oh Sara, God I want you... I need you Sara...Sara... Sara.” She felt the warmth of his hands as they ran over her bare shoulders and down along her arms, but then he gripped her arms and began to shake her.
“Sara, Sara wake up, we’re home.” Grissom’s voice seemed muddled and distant, as she slowly came to, the shadows of her dream still hung heavy in her eyes as she met his, for a moment or two the realms of reality and fantasy crossed over and she smiled at him, his heart stopped when he saw the love in her eyes. Unable to stop himself he reached out and caressed her cheek. Sara closed her eyes and nuzzled against his hand sleepily before her eyes sprang open and she abruptly sat up cupping her own cheek as if his touch had burned her.
“Wow, we’re here already...” She said trying to ignore the knot of arousal that throbbed between her thighs. “That was quick.” She said offering him a token smile as she ran her hand through her untidy curls.
“Sara, I...I...”He opened his mouth but the words died on his lips. Deep down he felt as though there was nothing he could say or do to heal what had been passed between them, he was utterly ashamed of his actions and desperately sorry for hurting her again; unable to find the words he could only watch on as she gathered her belongings.
“Well... I guess I’ll... I’ll see you later.” She said, deliberately avoiding his intense gaze, she knew his eyes would only reflect the pain and regret he was feeling and it would be her undoing. She had to be strong, if she forgave him it had to be on her terms and not because of pity; God knows that wouldn’t help either of them. But despite the resentment she felt toward him she couldn’t leave him totally lost, she had been in love with him for so long, and the passion they had shared in Beatty had been real; for one beautiful moment he had opened his heart to her and gave her a glimpse of how truly happy they could be. Relenting a little she touched his arm lightly and offered him a sad smile of consolation before pulling back.She had been right to avoid his eyes the anguish they held startled her.
Grissom’s heart leapt at her touch and an equally sombre smile crossed his lips. He nodded his head in understanding and watched wordlessly as she opened her door and slipped out, her cheeks were blazing with colour and her eyes were filled with unshed tears as she closed the door, Sara turned away from him and hurried toward her building without a backward glance.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered after her as his heart twisted with sadness.
Sara made it to her apartment as the tears finally fell; she slammed her front door closed and dropped her duffel bag at her feet before she curled forward in pain and gave in to the sob that was lodged in her throat. The warmth from his touch had been so comforting, so welcome and for a moment she had let herself remember how deeply she cared for him; but the memory of how he had mistreated her consumed her again, and her anger flared once more, “Fucking... selfish...asshole” she yelled as she threw her keys across the room in frustration; she was so confused. Why did her heart betray her so easily when it came to him?
Despite her inner turmoil she was uncontrollably drawn to the window, concealing herself behind her heavy drapes she peered out to where he had parked, the space lay vacant and Sara’s heart hallowed just a fraction more. “Damn you Gil Grissom, why won’t you fight?” she whispered into the fading Nevada sunlight. She turned and slid down to the floor and allowed her sorrow to take her.
When the tears finally subsided she willed herself to get up and get ready for work, after all she still had a job to do. She made her way to where she had dropped the old duffel bag and sighed heavily as she picked it up and headed toward her bedroom, she had just reached for the handle on the door when the knock came...
TBC.
A/N: My deep apologies for the time it has taken to post this, as ever I blame RL, I am now in a position to spend some time working on my greatest love, writing and am back in the GSR groove so hopefully the last chapter should be winging it’s way to you in the coming days! Thanks for sticking with me! ;oP