Disclaimer: The story is mine with spoiler from Bloodlines but the character belong to CBS, there is a bit of everything in this story but it is 100 GSR

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How to save a life

Chapter one

As she sat on the bench waiting for Grissom to arrive she could only imagine what he was going to say to her about her indiscretion with the law. The thought of the disapproving look he would give her only made her shoulders sag deeper, she had screwed up, and she knew that being shopped for a DUI has to be the worst thing that had ever happened to her.

As Grissom's voice slowly entered her thoughts she was dragged back to reality.

"Thanks officer."

As she tried to focus on an invisible patch on the floor she felt Grissom slowly sit beside her, could she feel any worse than she already did? – Her humiliation was complete.

Without any warning he took her hand gently entwining his fingers in hers, "Come on, I'll take you home."

She had expected him to be angry, to tell her how reckless and stupid she had been, but not this, this compassion and softness, it had caught her off guard, she did not know how to react. Things had been strained between them for some time now, ever since she had confronted him with her feelings and asked him to have dinner with her.

Being injured in the lab explosion had forced her to view things in a new light, to revaluate her life and she had decided that she had to know for sure how Grissom felt about her, sure they had enjoyed flirting and teasing each other with their eyes but she had to know if he felt about her the same way as she felt about him, life was too short, she had to know.

The reaction she got was not the one she had hoped for, he had just dismissed her invitation and rejected her without hesitation, she had her answer, he didn't feel anything for her, and it had hit her hard. Things had gone downhill from there, they hardly spoke and the tension between them had not gone unnoticed by the rest of the team although nothing had been said to her she was sure the subject had been the number one topic in the break room more than once.

It had been a shock when he got the phone call, his immediate reaction had been of panic, "Is she alright?" the answer had not calmed him, not until he saw her sat alone on the bench shoulders hunched did he really believe that she was unhurt, physically at least. He was angry with her, how could she have been so stupid but one look at her defeated appearance told him that she already felt bad enough, it could wait

They both sat in silence on the way back to her apartment and the reticence let his mind wander to the last year, he had hurt her, he knew that, why could he not find the words to make her understand that he was doing it for her own good, that the distance he was placing between them was for her own protection. He knew that if he had taken her up on her invitation to dinner that night nearly twelve months ago he could not have controlled his emotions, it would not have stopped at just dinner he wanted more, he wanted it all, but he was nearly fifteen years older than her, too old for her, she was beautiful and vibrant he would ruin her life, he had nothing to offer her, damn, why did she do this to him? He had had a few casual relationships but nothing and nobody stirred his emotions so intensely as Sara. When he was near her he could barely breathe, every hair on his body tingled when she looked at him, it was too much to bare.

As he pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building he jolted himself back to reality. He glanced over to where she sat staring out of the window, "Can I come in with you Sara, just for a minute?"

Here it comes she thought, the lecture. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"I think you have had enough already."

She shot him a hurt look and then her eyes dropped to the floor again, "I meant did you want a coffee, look Grissom, I know I messed up I don't need you to spell it out for me."

As soon as the words had left his mouth he regretted saying them, "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for, I was worried about you, what happened?"

As she tried to comprehend his words, worried? What did that mean? She eventually replied, "I guess that I miss judged how much I had to drink, end of story, now do you want a coffee or not?"

"Coffees fine"

As he watched her make the coffee he wondered how they had come to this, "what happened to us Sara?" his words were as much of a shock to himself as they were to her.

"What?"

"Er, I I mean, we used to get on so well, how have we ended up in this mess, we can hardly stand to work together." He looked into her beautiful eyes and he already had all the answers he needed. "I'm sorry, this was a mistake, I should go."

She quickly tried to comprehend what he had just said to her and was shocked to see him turning towards the door to leave. "Don't go, please Grissom."

Her voice, not much more than a husky whisper stopped him in his tracks and he slowly turned again to face her, " I guess it is about time we got this sorted and now is as good a time as any."

They sat like book ends either side of the settee, giving way too much attention to their coffee mugs. She felt awkward, gone were the time that they could talk openly and simply enjoy each others company, they had been replaced by uncomfortable silences and stolen glances. "Why don't you start Grissom, as this is your idea." She continued to avoid his gaze.

Where could he begin, this was just a complete mess, the words that he wanted to say, like, I'm sorry I hurt you, I need you, I love you, he knew could not be spoken, but as he looked at her curled up at the far end of the sofa, he felt the stirring so familiar to him when in her company, he wanted to take her into his arms and tell her everything would be alright, she took his breath away. "I'm sorry I hurt you Sara, it was never my intention."

She felt her jaw drop at this revelation that came out of nowhere, as their eyes met she tried to read what his were conveying, "Grissom if this is another one of your games I have to tell you, I'm tired of them, you say something like that to me and I get my hopes up and then you spend the next six months avoiding me, it hurts Grissom, I don't know what I did wrong but the last year has been unbearable. "

He just sat for what seemed like an age and when he did speak he just said, "I know, I'm sorry."

She felt anger begin to well up and her body tensed, "Is that all you can say, you treat me like a leper for a year and you are sorry. Well that is just not good enough."

"What do you want me to say Sara?"

"The truth would be a great start." She took a deep breath, intrigued at how he was sitting uncomfortable at the way the conversation was heading, it was almost comforting to see that she had some affect on him, enough to make him shed his usual detached persona. Instinctively she brushed a hand across his cheek, "Please I need to know, it's driving me crazy."

Grissom abruptly stood and turned away from where Sara was sitting, "Sara, Oh Sara, why are you doing this to me? I'm too old for you – I can't do this!"

She stood and forced Grissom to face her, "What are you so scared of?"

"Everything, my feelings for you, letting you in and then you leaving me, hurting you, the list is endless." His voice trailed off. Grissom was fighting a inner battle with himself, he could feel the 'Sara effect' working on him, the way she always made him feel and he was beginning to lose sight of all the carefully itemised reason as to why he shouldn't allow himself the pleasure of her.

She gently took Grissom's hand in her own and with her free hand she reached out and brought his face to hers, "I trust you Grissom." And with that she brushed her lips along his in a tentative kiss.

He gasped and drew her to him, maybe she was right, maybe it could work, maybe… Before he could comprehend what he was doing he found that he was kissing her, hard and urgently and she was responding running her hands through his hair and gently whispering seductive words, his heart was beating so hard in his chest he thought it was going to break through his ribs, "Sara." was the only word that he could manage. With that he scooped her up and laid her gently on the settee knocking over a lamp on the way, he continued to kiss her and as his arousal built up inside him he quickly began to unbutton her shirt all the time kissing and licking every new piece of skin., all rational thoughts forgotten as he lost himself in her. She groaned and began to pull at his shirt until it was free of his pants, then he felt her undoing his zipper and dragging them down, "I need you Grissom, Please don't stop,"

He couldn't stop now even if he wanted he was being carried along on a rollercoaster with each touch he wanted more. His lips left hers and he began to kiss her neck, chest and slowly travel down to her abdomen, she arched her back in pleasure, " Oh my God Grissom please.." was all she could say as he roughly dragged her jeans down her thighs.

Stunned, he glanced at her, "Are you OK?

Instead of answering him she dragged him down onto her and she lifted her pelvis and grinded it into his, their eyes met and he had his answer. Quickly he began to slip her lace pants down and then his own boxers before his hand returned to her arms and pined them above her head, "Look what you do to me Sara, you drive me crazy" And without giving her time to respond he entered her with a eager need that had to be satisfied, she groaned his name over and over again into his ear pleading with him not to stop. Before long he felt his climax building and by the way that Sara was moving beneath him he knew that she was close to the edge too.

She grabbed his behind and thrust it further towards her driving him deeper, she screamed out of pleasure as her own climax joined his, " I love you" she whispered and kissed his head as it laid on her chest as they both panted. Abruptly he drew back and looked at her.

"Oh my God, what have I done? He gasped

"Grissom, its Ok, we have done nothing wrong" But before she could say any more he was backing away from her and redressing hastily all the time avoiding her gaze. And before she could grab his hand he was gone, leaving her half undressed on the sofa still with his scent all over her body, without warning tears began to well up in her eyes and then they wouldn't stop.