The fates, stars, planets, whatever were all lined up against Grissom and Sara. Ever since the death of Mike Keppler, the various powers that be were running at DEFCON 4. From internal investigations and inquiries to weapons retraining and safety meetings, no one from the night crew had been able to get away with more than a few hours away from the lab.

            Sara had been lucky enough to escape the building on time, heading to Grissom’s townhouse where she showered and impatiently awaited the return of her secret lover. By 10a.m. she feared he had been caught in a never-ending meeting with Ecklie, by noon she was becoming suspicious of a double and by 1p.m. she fell asleep, exhausted and very frustrated.

            “Dr. Grissom did you want your mail,” Judy the receptionist called out as she saw the graveyard supervisor marching out the door.

            “No!” Grissom barked, not even looking back at the startled woman.

            He was tired, hungry, eager to see his girlfriend, and about as sexually frustrated as one man could get. All he wanted to do was get home, find Sara in bed, make wild-neighbor’s pounding on the wall- dog’s howling- earth shattering- love, sleep, shower and eat. In that exact order, Grissom thought, slamming the door to his car forcefully and breaking a few speed limits along the way.

            The minute that his garage door opened, Grissom’s mood lightened. Seeing Sara’s Prius in the garage alleviated much of the anxiety that had been building up ever since he had been forced to go from one bureaucratic meeting to another. They’re like Talk Sharks, Grissom mused sarcastically, if they stop talking they’ll die! At least that is what it had seemed liked to the man after six hours of blah, blah, blah…good for the lab…blah, blah, blah…protocol…blah, blah, blah...does anyone have anything to add? And some always did.

            A quick scan of the downstairs revealed no Sara and Grissom debated whether or not to reverse his desired itinerary and eat first. But his stomach and brain were not really in charge at the moment and he quickly headed for the bedroom, carnal thoughts begging for his immediate attention.

            The door to the master bedroom was slightly ajar. Slowly, Grissom entered the room, slipping his black jacket from his shoulders and laying it across the ancient, brown leather chair near the door. The first thing that he became aware of was that the king sized bed was empty and the second was that Sara was in the master bathroom. Planning on sneaking up on her, Grissom quietly made his way to the door that separated the two rooms, only to be nearly bowled over by a rushing Sara Sidle.

            “UMPH!” Sara grunted, her hands falling on Grissom’s wide shoulders to steady herself. “Hey, babe, finally escape meeting hell?”

            “Yea,” Grissom muttered, watching as she wound a hair tie expertly at the base of her skull, putting her hair in a ponytail. “Where are you going?”

            Sara leaned in and gave him a quick kiss as she went to get her work vest lying on the bed. “I got called in.”

            “For what?” Grissom complained, a petulant frown covering his face.

            Sara couldn’t help but grin at him. He looked like a fussy child who was told to finish his peas. “State troopers found some bodies outside Glendale, Swing is tapped,” she told him running the palm of her hand down his cheek.

            Grissom grabbed her hand possessively and pulled Sara gently to his chest. “When do you have to go?” He asked, leaning into capture her lips in a lingering kiss before she could answer.

            The soft, warm touch of his lips had Sara momentarily forgetting the vest she held in her other hand. Melting further into his chest, Sara moaned before pushing softly against him. “Gris…I have to go,” she warned him.

            The twitter of his cell phone and the loss of Sara’s touch had Grissom growling in frustration. “WHAT!” He answered, startling Sara and the person at the other end of the call. “Yea, yea…fine, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

            “Glendale?” Sara questioned, her smile never dimming even though Grissom could give a tired Grizzly a run for its money in the grumpy department.

            Horny, grumpy, Grizzly Bear, Sara thought, pursing her lips to control the full blown smile threatening to break out.

            Catching the whimsical lilt to Sara’s voice, Grissom squinted one eye at her in a half-hearted reprimand before spinning her and landing her on her back atop the bed. Sara shrieked as she was quickly covered by his warm body, her eyes sparkled with laughter at his antics.

            “We’re not finished here, my beauty,” Grissom warned, his eyes the color of midnight as he lustily perused her face and body.

            Sara felt the familiar warm, flush that that look always educed. She had warned him not to look at her like that if he didn’t want to get sexually accosted, which was probably why Sara often found him looking at her as if she was dressed in a smile and nothing else. “Gris…” Sara groaned, desperately trying to resist his sexual pull.

            Snatching a quick, heated kiss from her before helping her off the bed, Grissom led her to the garage and their separate vehicles. “I’ll meet you at the lab,” he told her, pushing the interior garage door button.

            Sara blew him a kiss playfully which got her a wink in return.

            The starless sky, hinted at storms. The occasional rumble of thunder and flashes of lightening told the two occupants of the SUV that they were driving into the inclement weather. Grissom just hoped the weather held off long enough for them to get back to the city. He was on the edge of going beyond tired to out and out exhausted and didn’t want to deal with poor visibility and bad road conditions.

            They had only gotten ten miles before the skies opened up on them. The big, heavy rain drops giving way to sheets of rain lashing at the truck, while the wipers whipped furiously back and forth in an attempt to keep the windshield clear.

            “Gris,” Sara pointed through the windshield at the flashing lights they were approaching.

            Slowing to a stop, Grissom groaned at the injustice of it all. He was well into a double and just wanted to get home and sleep, preferably with Sara by his side but some horrible curse must have befallen him because he found himself stuck in some massive traffic jam. Throwing his hands in the air, Grissom sighed and rubbed his face tiredly.

            The bobbing of a flashlight caught Grissom’s attention as it approached. Rolling down his window at the sight of a truly soaked Nevada State Trooper, Grissom recoiled slightly as the rain whipped in to smack him in the face.

            “Sorry, folks,” the Trooper yelled over the window. “Had a semi jack-knife a few miles down the road, dumped a load of concrete pipe. Might be awhile, so if you could pull off to the side of the road I’d appreciate it.”

            “Certainly,” Grissom answered, rolling the window up quickly and maneuvering the truck on to the shoulder.

            Sara watched through the back window at the Trooper’s bobbing flashlight as he made his way down the slowly growing line of vehicles. “Man, it sucks to be him,” she said before settling back down in her seat.

            “Yea,” Grissom mumbled, turning off the truck and reclining his seat slightly. If he was going to be stuck out on the side of the highway in a rainstorm instead of in his bed at home, he was going to make the best of it. “I’m going to grab a little sleep.”

            “Sounds like a good idea,” Sara told him, watching him relax into the seat and within minutes fall asleep.

            Grissom was having the most erotic dream, involving Sara, a tropical island and a waterfall when reality slowly began to wake him. He wasn’t certain how long he had been asleep but it must have been long enough that he felt energized…energized!

            Grissom’s gaze snapped to his lap, realizing he wasn’t energized but on fire! The fuel for his erotic dreams becoming readily apparent upon seeing Sara’s dark ponytailed head bobbing slowly up and down on his hard cock. Groaning, Grissom’s head fell back against the headrest, his right hand reaching for Sara’s head.

            “Sara,” he choked, his eyes searching through the rain covered windows for any sign of a possible witness. “What, awwgawd, mmm…what are you…what are you doing?”

            Grissom didn’t know what to do with his hands, finally deciding on placing them on the steering wheel, his knuckles going nearly white as Sara rolled her tongue around the swollen head of his cock before sucking his length back in again. The grunt of pleasure Grissom made, causing Sara to repeat the action.

            “Sara, Sara,” Grissom panted, trying to regain some measure of control. “We can’t…we…someone, see us.”

            Sara twirled her tongue along his length as she pulled him from her mouth. “Can you see anyone outside?” Sara asked, the sultry smile on her lovely face only adding to his arousal.

            Grissom looked through the window at his side and the windshield. The best he could make out were the flashing lights of the Trooper’s car and the occasional emergency blinker through the rain covered glass. The temptation to give in to her was becoming too much for him to withstand as she slid her hot, mouth along his shaft, her tongue tracing the heavy vein underneath.

            “Ohhhgawd,” Grissom sighed, his right hand massaging the back of Sara’s head as she hungrily sucked up and down his turgid length. “Sara…you’re killing me.”

            Grissom felt the hum of her laughter vibrate along his shaft, adding to the intense pleasure overriding his ability to think rationally. “You know you like it,” Sara’s husky voice and wicked tongue, caused Grissom’s hips to twitch, “so shush.”

            Like it? GOD, he loved it! Grissom’s mind cried passionately, his eyes magnetically pulled to the woman sinfully running her tongue along the tip of his erection before engulfing it with her hot mouth.

            With an opened mouth sigh, Grissom fell under Sara’s spell and gave into the delicious torment she happily dished out. Sara had admitted once to Grissom how much she enjoyed performing fellatio on him. He was normally strung together so meticulously that it was very empowering for Sara to unravel him in such an intimate way. It was exciting to hear his groans and sighs, to know that he was resisting it even as he was enjoying it and it was exciting to know that in the end Grissom simply could not defend against her “charms”.

            Grissom reached behind his head with his hands, gripping the headrest tightly. The feel of Sara adding a hand to pump along his length in unison with her hot, wet mouth had Grissom gritting his teeth and blinking his eyes wide. He was close to the edge, the razor sharp edge of pleasure cutting through his well coveted control as he began to raise his hips in time to her mouth.

            When Sara felt his shallow thrusts she knew he was close. Adding more suction, Sara quickened her pace and heard Grissom hiss above her.

            “Sara…Sara,” Grissom reached down for her head. He could see the Trooper’s flashlight bouncing their way. “The trooper…awwgaawwd…you, we…gotta stop.”

            Sara resisted, sensing he was on the brink. Working her sensual magic, Sara could feel and hear his choppy intakes of breath. His right hand furiously massaged the nape of her neck, his fingers long since disturbing the ponytail she had been wearing.

            “Oh…oh…Sara, honey I’m…ohgawd, I’m come-ing,” Grissom groaned his release, his eyes pressing tightly together at the intense pleasure, his mouth resting open on a sigh.

            Sara drew her tongue along his sated length as she returned to her seat, watching with a mischievous gleam in her eyes as Grissom frantically tried to right his clothes before the trooper arrived at his door. Giving Sara a quick glance, Grissom caught the impish grin on her face and growled in warning. “Behave, minx!”

            “Mmm, revenge is so sweet,” she replied, licking her lips suggestively.

            Grissom slumped slightly forward with a groan before lowering the window to the trooper’s rapping. Woman’s going to be the death of me, Grissom thought gleefully.

            “Traffic will be cleared up in just a few minutes,” the trooper informed them, his hand gripping his hat. “Drive carefully.”

            “Thank you,” Grissom replied, giving the man a nod before raising the window.

            Turning in his seat to watch the trooper follow the line of cars behind them, Grissom made certain the man was well away before turning abruptly on Sara. Like a cobra he struck, leaning across the center console and pressing her firmly in her seat. “We have a détente for now my dear but the gloves…and everything else come off when we get home,” Grissom declared, his hot-eyed gaze promising delicious retribution.

            “I’ll be ready,” Sara boldly told him before stealing a long, satisfying kiss from him.