As I sit here now, considering whether to work on Cherub Cheer or Flotsam and Jetsam... I'm also thinking that I'm not too sure that I'm going to last another 22 days. The spoilers are doing their jobs in driving me freaking batty.

In thanking TDCSI for the dose of dirty that she threw into this mix, I'd like to say that she is insane. She completely forgot that she wrote it months ago and was totally ready and psyched to write more.

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He’d confused her again. He was saying things to her that sounded so good…but was it too good to be true?

“What is that supposed to mean, Grissom?”

“It means that I have always... loved you and I don’t care how many people you beat up, it won’t change that.”

“Even if they’re your friends?” she smiled as she turned around.

“I don’t have that many, so maybe you could pick others.”

“Ecklie?”

“Oh, hell yes. I’ll even help with that one!”

They both laughed, but it quickly got serious again.

“Grissom, if you are willing to give us a chance, I guess I could too.”

“Really?!”

“Yes, really, Grissom. That’s all I ever wanted.”

He smiled and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek with promises of more in the future. “I have to get back to the lab. For some reason I have a ton of paperwork to fill out. Something about an incident report.” He laughed. “I’ll come by later to check up on you. I can bring some dinner with me if you want, or I could cook for you.”

“Well, I have always thought it would be nice to wake up to you slaving over a hot stove.” She winked at him.

“Great. I need to stop at Catherine’s first. She left some of her stuff at the lab. Go back to sleep, you look like hell.”

She slapped his arm and kissed him again. Grissom kissed her back as his hands flew to her waist. The kiss was deep and hot as their tongues dueled with each other, exploring all that was hidden. He wrapped his arms around her hoisting her into the air. Sara’s legs wrapped around his waist, pressing her core against the ridge that had formed in his khakis.

He moaned and began the trek to her bedroom. The kiss was never broken until Grissom practically threw her on the bed and quickly covered her with his frame, using his leg to spread hers.

They quickly shed the barrier of clothing between them. As soon as they both were free, Grissom was on her like white on rice, pushing himself into her.

Sara’s eyes rolled back into her head as she was rendered speechless, but her hands gripped his shoulders hard, the surefire indication to continue.

Grissom’s mouth assaulted her neck as he moved, pushing harder and deeper into her. She was just how he had imagined, and before he could lift his head to look at her face, Sara came, squeezing him with all her strength. In mere seconds, Grissom followed her closely as the lightning flashed behind his closed eyes.

They held each other before drifting off to the most restful sleep either of them had ever imagined. Grissom never made it back to work that night.

The next morning when Sara woke up, it was to an empty bed. At first she was pissed to have been right about Grissom all along, but then she heard him in the kitchen.

“Oh, Sara, you’re up. Great. Will you peel those for me and then can you check the oven?”

“Good Lord, Gil, its just me and you. Whats with all of the food?’

He smiled at the sound of his first name. The only other time he heard her call him that was last night during…well, you get the point.

“You said that you always wanted me to be in your kitchen making us food. I guess I’m making up for passed up opportunities.”

“That’s great, but this is too much for us. It’s going to go to waste.”

“Call the group over. I’m sure that they are all hungry and you and Catherine need to talk anyway…”

“Gee, what a great spur of the moment idea there, Griss!”

“Am I that obvious?”

“Oh yeah."

"Please?"

"Fine, I’ll do it, but if she starts anything…”

“I know, Sara. Don’t worry, it'll be fine.”

It took Grissom to finally convince Catherine that she was actually invited over for breakfast, not an ambush. She was the last to arrive and Sara was glad for that. She pulled her into her bedroom to talk to her.

“Catherine, I don’t think that I should be the first one to apologize out of the two of us, but I don’t think that I can take a month of being stuck around here. So… I am sorry that I kicked your ass. Twice.”

“Wow, Sara, you sure have a way with words.” She answered sarcastically. “I guess I'm sorry too. And it's not like I didn’t put up a fight.”

“Look, before, when we were fighting…I said some things that were unfair to you and for that I am sorry. You were just saying things that were pissing me off and-“

“Sara, I know and I'm sorry about things I said too. I just thought that you were dumb for not seeing how much you were hurting Gil. He's my friend and I hate to see him hurting like he was over you. It pissed me off and I am sorry for bringing up your relationship, or lack of, in front of everyone at the scene.”

“Well, last night he apologized. I guess we’re going to be giving a relationship a go now, but if you say anything to anyone about the two of us, Catherine...” she ended in a threatening tone.

“Understandable, Sara. Just don’t hurt him or the same goes for you. I know that we are never really going to be friends but getting along for the sake of the job wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”

“I can deal with that, Cath. Let's get out there and get some food before the boys eat all of it.”

As they got back to the living room, brilliant Catherine said “Or before they think I’m kicking your ass again.”

“Whoa, Catherine, have you looked in the mirror? There is no way that you kicked my ass. They pulled me off of you both times! I kicked your ass!”

Nick jumped in along with Warrick, “Ladies, now is not the time.”

“Yeah, you two duked it out and that should be that.”

“Catherine, you've been in fights before, you know that you can’t win ‘em all.”

“Bite me, Warrick. I thought you were on my side!”

Grissom cut in “No one is on anyone’s side! I didn’t cook all of this for you all to stand around, griping at each other. Get in here and eat!”

They all sat down and began eating again. Stories were told about everyone’s previous run-ins with Sara’s right hook. Catherine finally lightened up and joked along. She couldn’t help but look at Sara every now and then to gauge her reaction. She sure as hell didn’t want her nose going through anymore than it already had. ‘Bitch can punch, I'll give her that.'

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Sara got her man, Grissom got laid, Catherine got her apology, and the guys got free food. It's a big win-win-win-win.

I write, you review- also a win-win...

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