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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]

Tired? No, exhausted, yes that was the word she'd used, exhausted from lack of sleep. Not only did Sara get off work just a few hours prior, but the time she was supposed to spend sleeping, she spent pacing instead. She spent it cursing Ecklie for being such an asshole. Career credits, couldn’t she earn it another way? Maybe more cases? Sara had pleaded within in an inch of her life to take her off this assignment, but with no luck, Ecklie held his ground and had given her no choice but to grunt an acceptance and stomp from his office. Who did he think he was anyways?Sara had packed and did everything in her power to keep her mind off Grissom and keep it focused at her packing task before her

[csi_gil_grissom]

Grissom blinked in surprise when Sara swung the door open sharply. The sight before him amused him greatly, and it took all he had to not laugh. Instead he cocked an eyebrow and entered her apartment, shutting the door behind himself.

"I'll do it." He murmured, motioning he away from the suitcase. He opened it and chuckled softly at her packing method. After rearranging a few things, he was able to squeeze the suitcase shut and zip it.

"You realize there will be laundromats there, right?" He said teasingly, looking up at her over the rims of his glasses. That was yet another thing they'd be doing together. Laundry. Something so incredibly domestic, and in many ways more intimate then sex, even. And he would be doing laundry with Sara Sidle, the object of his fantsies and nightmares. For some reason he was saddened by the thought that it would be no where as intimate as it should. But he shook the thought out of his head and stood, grabbing her suitcase.

"Is there more?" He asked, licking his lips and shifting nervously.

[csisidle_ss]

Sara watched and had to roll her eyes as he shifted her stuff around and closed her case. "Yes, I do realize that I can do laundry there... I just have never been away from my home for so long." She shrugged and went into her bed room, grabbing her heavy sweater, her other suitcase and her purse.

"Get out, let's go." She sighed and pointed to the two mugs on the counter. "Oh. Grab one, I made two." She offered and went searching through her purse for her keys.

[csi_gil_grissom]

"You get the coffee." He murmured, gently taking her other suitcasae from her and fleeing the apartment. He took his time loading the suitcases into the back of the Denali, and used it to compose himself a little bit. Already he was nervous and they hadn't even started.

Slamming the hatch shut, he walked around to her side and opened her door for her before climbing into the driver's seat. Thrumming his fingers against the wheel, he waited for her and shifted uncomfortably.

[csisidle_ss]

Sara stuck her head in the isle and waved at the hostess, indicating that she needed a second.

She smiled as she was brought another bottle and her empty one was taken from her.

[csi_gil_grissom]

Closing his eyes, Grissom rested his head back on the headrest and listened to Sara. He heard her get another bottle of beer and startdrinking, but was drifting off soon after that.

[csisidle_ss]

Sara had gone through four bottle before she mustered up the courage to start talkiing.

"First off." She said rather loudly by his ear. "I'd like to know, where you get the balls to do what you did to me, then expect me to prance around you all excited when you barely request to be friends again. What the hell, would make you think I'd be OK with it?" She nudged his shoulder.

[csi_gil_grissom]

Grissom jumped slightly when he heard her talk so loudly. Looking over at her, he blinked before rubbing his eyes behind his glasses.

"I don't expect any prancing." He answered dryly.

[csisidle_ss]

Sara nodded quickly. "Yes I thnk so..." She said softly as she closed her eyes for a second.

[csi_gil_grissom]

"Good. You're going to have a hangover." Grissom waved the waitress over and ordered a water for Sara, knowing she would need it.

[csisidle_ss]

Sara rolled her eyes. "I'm not a fucking child I know the consequences." She spat and accepted the water that was just handed to her, taking a sip.

[csi_gil_grissom]

Grissom hummed in agreement and took another swig of his beer. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes and drifted off again.

[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 whimpered and shook her head a little as she calmed. "I'm a moron.." She whimpered and squirmed a bit. "Gil.." She felt him poking into her back so she pressed back.

[csi_gil_grissom]

"No, don't aggravate it." He ground out, his hips automatically rocking against the press of her own.

[csisidle_ss]

Sara bit her lip and pressed back, still in a slightly drinken haze.

[csi_gil_grissom]

"Sara, please..." He trailed off, whimpering slightly. She was making it incredibly hard to do the right thing.