Making my way into the break room, I head straight for the coffee pot. I'm already wound up enough without needing to add more caffeine to the mix, but here we are. Pouring myself a cup of Greg's special blend, I lean my hip against the counter as I think back over the night. Shift was harder than I thought it would be and it had nothing to do with the work. Of course, Grissom paired me with him on a break-in in Henderson. Being in close proximity to him all night, knowing what his lips taste like, almost drove me to the brink of insanity.

Grissom found subtle little ways to touch me every chance he could. Like caressing my hand with his fingertips during the drive to the scene. His arm brushing mine as he left one room to head to another. His hand at the small of my back as we walked our evidence back to the Denali. It's like a switch had been flipped and I was faced with an entirely different Gil Grissom.

I finish my coffee and rinse the cup out in the sink. When I turn back around, Grissom is leaning against the doorway. His eyes trained on me. I feel a slight shiver go through me at the look on his face. His eyes are traveling up and down the length of my body. He looks like he wants to eat me alive. It takes everything in me to not jump him right here in the break room.

"Shift ends in ten minutes." Grissom finally speaks as he pushes off the door frame and walks toward me.

"Uh huh." I mumble as I watch him move. Even after a long shift, he still manages to look good.

"It appears that you're off for the next two nights, Miss Sidle." He says in a low voice as he comes to a stop right in front of me.

"Uh huh." I repeat. Oh great. My brain to mouth filter has decided to shut down.

"I've also taken myself off the schedule for the next several days." Grissom says casually as he reaches for the coffee pot. "Catherine has been hounding me for overtime."

"Y-you took time off?" I finally find the ability to speak again as I look at him in surprise. I've never known him to take any time off willingly.

"I have something much more important in mind. Something that's been put off for far too long." Grisom leans in and gives me a heated look that immediately sends a rush of wetness between my thighs.

"Anything I can help with?" I ask boldly, my voice low.

"Oh, absolutely." Grissom steps closer to me, his voice dripping with lust.

The sound of his voice causes me to squeeze my thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that's beginning to build between my legs. I know we are in very dangerous territory right now. Basically, having eye sex in the break room at work. We're so close together that you couldn't slip a sheet of paper between us.

"Go home and get some sleep, Sara. I plan on keeping you very busy the next two days." Grissom whispers before he turns and leaves.

I stay rooted to the spot, staring at his retreating back as he walks out. Leaving me standing alone in the break room, my mouth hanging slightly open at the sudden images that assault my brain. Images of Grissom and I, continuing what we started last night before shift on his couch. Go home and get some sleep, Sara. Yeah, fat chance of that happening now.

As I suspected, I had a difficult time falling asleep once I got home so I ended up going for a run. After three miles of my sneaker clad feet pounding against the pavement, I came home and took a cold shower. At some point, I eventually slipped into unconsciousness after tossing and turning for a while. Judging by the clock on my nightstand, I see I was able to catch a few hours of sleep. Which for me, is better than usual. The sound of my phone going off on my nightstand suddenly demands my attention. Grabbing it, I smile at the name on the screen before I flip it open.

"Hello, Dr. Grissom." I practically purr into the phone in greeting. "Something I can help you with?"

"So many things, Sara. So many things." He breathes back in response.

"Well, I always aim to please when it comes to you." I grin as I settle back against my pillow.

"I'm looking forward to finding out." Grissom replies in a husky voice.

"Griss." I practically pant into the phone. God could my voice sound anymore needy?

"I'll be over in an hour, Sara." Grissom says in a calm, steady tone before he ends the call.

I remain sitting on my bed, trying to slow the hammering of my heart against my chest. Looking down at myself, I decide that I need to get ready before Grissom shows up. Although I'm sure he wouldn't mind me answering the door in my current ensemble; blue lace underwear and an old Harvard shirt. However, I know that I need to have actual clothes on when he shows up. The idea of Gil Grissom stripping me down to my underwear sends a thrill through my entire body. I finally haul my long legged frame out of bed and head to my closet. I showered and shaved after my run this morning so that leaves me plenty of time to figure out what to wear.

After standing in my closet for what seems like an eternity, I finally decide on a tight, black tank top and a pair of dark low-rise jeans. I happen to know for a fact that Grissom is a fan of this particular pair of jeans. I've caught him checking out my ass every single time I've worn them around him. Heading to my dresser, I rifle through my underwear drawer until I find what I'm looking for. A La Perla fire engine red silk triangle bra with a black, lace flower design along the cups. I also pull out the matching fire red silk thong. I have a weakness for expensive underwear.

I make my way into the bathroom, stripping out of my sleep clothes as I go. I change into my fancy underwear then quickly brush my teeth. After pulling my jeans and tank top on, I run a brush through my hair. Looking at myself in the mirror, I decide to leave it down in its natural curls. I apply the barest hint of makeup, just some eye shadow and lip gloss.

Heading out into the living room, I turn my radio on and flip through until I finally settle on a classic rock station. I turn the volume down, just enough to be heard in the background but not overly loud. A few minutes later, I hear the distinct sound of a knock on my door. My stomach twists in anticipation as I take a calming breath before pulling the door open. Grissom is standing on the other side, holding what looks like a takeout bag and a bottle of wine. He's dressed in faded jeans and a light blue button up shirt. He has the sleeves rolled up, showing off his tan forearms. I should not be turned on by the mere sight of a man's arms, but good Lord have mercy. Gil Grissom's forearms are a beautiful sight to behold. I hear him clear his throat and I finally tear my eyes away from his arms.

"Hello, Sara." Grissom greets me with a knowing smirk. He clearly did not miss me ogling him.

I give him a shy smile as I step back to allow him entrance. Grissom crosses the threshold into my apartment, and I take a deep breath as I close the door. This is what I've wanted since the first moment I laid eyes on him in San Francisco. What I've been wishing and hoping for. Tonight, Gil Grissom is finally going to make love to me.