Dangerous When Wet

Title: Dangerous When Wet
Author: ScullyAsTrinity
Rating: NC-17, but a mild one.
THANKS!: To Lauren, my Radish... who gave me this idea. It was hers and she gave it to me. I'm sure she would have done it much better justice than I did. And to the lovely Marlou, yes I know, I'm a bitch. I'll cook up some wicked hot smut for you and Kay...K?
Summary: Refer to title please.
A/N: Pleasie, this is OOC, don't read it and then leave me a review that says 'This would never happen, it's so OOC, you suck.' You know what, come to think of it... DO IT! I'll send the damn virus your way...

Cool blue washed over the textured walls over the interrogation room. A woman, adorned in Anne Klein and Prada, tapped her obscenely long and greatly manicured nails on the table. Sara Sidle bit her lips to keep from screaming at the woman to just stop and answer the fucking question.

Finally, the brunette sighed and splayed her hands on the table. "He was your boss, let's start from there then." Her voice held so much irritation, it made the blonde woman glare. Not that she hadn't been glaring since she'd stepped into the room, it had just become far more pronounced.

"Okay, let's start there." She licked her lips and chewed there for a bit. It was the wording that the woman was tinkering with in her head. "Yeah, he was my boss. Nice guy..." Trailing off the woman's eyes receded into the realm of memory and her feral smile turned into a gentle one. She wondered which memory to focus on as she continued talking.

Sara rolled her eyes. As if she hadn't been working long enough, this chick wanted to play games. "And..." It was nearly impossible to hold the irritation out of her voice, especially since Grissom had sent her to do the interview, one that she distinctly did not want to do. Sara knew that she would only end up pissing the woman off and getting chewed out by him later, and she had told him so, but he seemed rather adamant that she accompany Brass into the room. So she did, no small amount of distain held for her boss.

"And I was with my niece on Thursday night." Lifting her brows at Sara in challenge, she leaned back in the chair. "Go get the surveillance from the Palms. My niece came in from Jersey, just turned 21. I took her gambling." Her face was placid, but smug and Sara actually, for once, doubted that the woman was lying.

"Did you?"

"Yeah, I did." The woman had a 'fuck you' attitude that Sara almost admired. "And then we went and got drunk." Her voice was rising by the word.

"Great." Sara's smirk was custom, practiced and very precise. The woman in front of her faltered a bit but regained her hard composure quickly. "Now I need to know, was Mr. Hearn seeing anyone else, besides you I mean... and his wife?"

The woman, Karen Robertson, glared at Sara with the utmost hate. If she'd been anywhere else, she would have spat in her face. "He didn't love his wife. He didn't." Sara nodded, attempting to feign understand which came off as indelibly forced. "He didn't. I'm not saying he loved me either. He just..." Then Karen's voice became sad for a moment, as if she *wanted* the man to love her.

Tapping the notepad with her pencil, Sara looked over to Brass who shrugged. "He just?," Sara prodded.

Karen leaned forward in her chair, over the table, displaying her cleavage for Sara and anyone behind the glass to see. "He just, he was so hot." The woman's smile turned rather friendly then, and she looked directly into Sara's eyes, saw a flicker there and continued. "He was, he was a gorgeous man. Tan and lean and, oh so powerful." Ms. Hearn toyed with the ring on her pinky, licked her lips and coughed out a little huff of indecision. "Smart, god, he was so smart too. Didn't flaunt it, just..."

"He'd look at me, and damned if I didn't get..." She glanced at the lone man in the room, Brass, and continued with her little narrative. "He'd look at me and I'd just get wet."

Brass, as if on cue, coughed and fidgeted a bit. Sara looked at him, and although amused by his reaction, showed no sign of it outwardly.

"You know, I actually had to bring and an extra change of panties to work... because I'd get so excited." The feral grin was back, the friendly one being swept to the side. Brass coughed again and told Sara that he'd be waiting just outside, that she could finish the interrogation on her own. Sara nodded and turned back to Karen.

"You know, I can't say that I thought it was right, because he was my boss, but damn..." Karen opened her mouth as if to speak once more, but licked the corner of her mouth and shut it, thinking for a moment. "Damned if I didn't want him."

A pause.

"Bad." The woman finally glanced up at Sara, who was blushing, but only just the slightest bit. Karen laughed, clasped her hands together, brought them apart and smacked them together in a giddy manner. "Yeah, you know what I'm talking about."

Sara blushed just a bit more, and she bit her lip, images of her aforementioned jackass of a supervisor coming to slam full force against her eyes. She knew all too well what the woman was talking about. She'd had that distinct reaction herself a few times. Once it had become so bad that she locked herself in a bathroom stall for ten minutes to wait out the shakes that had overcome her.

But that was different, Grissom was... different.

"That one guy who makes you... I don't know, just unhinge." The brunette swallowed noticeably and closed her eyes for a moment, shoving thoughts of Grissom to the back of her mind.

Sara stiffened and moved around the table, until she was standing right next to her. "Who else was he seeing," she asked, her voice rather deadly. See? She knew this was going to happen, and after what the woman had said...

The interrogation went on smoothly, Karen giving up information about her boss, Sara's cheeks lightening. And when it was over, Gil Grissom, who had been watching from the glass, retreated to the sanctuary of his office to pretend not to be jealous.

Nearly (a) half an hour later, a pool of sweat gathering at the small of her back, Sara dropped off a file with Warrick and made her way to the locker room, steps somehow sluggish and untimed. For once, she was more than ready to go home and turn her mind off for a few hours. She'd dedicated far too much time to thinking about him today and she was finally ready to forget, at least for an afternoon.

Head hung, she fumbled with the combination to her locker, and finally succeeding in opening it. She pressed her head against the space in between (the) pictures, the metal startlingly cool against her forehead. How could she indulge in such fantasy at work?

Sighing a deep, regret-laden sigh, she snatched her delicate, brown suede jacket from the depths of the locker and turned to shrug it on.

She was met with the steel blue of Grissom's intent eyes.

Sara was startled, not because he was standing so close to her, but because his gaze was so very intent and focused on her.. He licked his lips and pressed his left hand to the row of lockers, cornering her between the wall, the bench and his body. Her body flushed of its own accord and she shut her eyes for a moment, willing herself under control.

"Who?," he spoke, grinding out the words with something that sounded like coarse distain.

Sara wondered for a moment what he was referring to until it hit her. He had been there, watching the interrogation. That sneaky son of a bitch thought he could make this hell on her and he was. He must have been doing it on purpose, he must have-

"Who?!" He asked once more, his voice deeper, harsher this time.

Sara's face transformed into one which was split between sadness and rage. This was embarrassing and she didn't want to have to tell him straight to his face. No, the time for that had passed. "You know who." Finally, she succeeded in pulling her jacket on and turned to leave but he held firm.

Meeting his eyes once more, she backed herself against the row of lockers and bit her lip.

"Grissom, I-"

"Who is he, Sara?"

Words wouldn’t do to illustrate what he was doing to her; what he *did* to her. She bit her lip and then smiled, just a tad ferally.

Sara slammed her eyes shut and pressed her backside into the hard metal, shifting her weight onto the tips of her toes. Eyes still closed, she reached down to the button on her jeans, plucking the metal through the small hole easily.

She thought for a moment about what she was preparing to do. This wasn’t just a step towards the other side, it was a leap. But she knew of no other way to prove to him exactly what he did to her. And if he took the bait… damn, if he took the bait… the thought made her warm in more places than one.

Oh yes, yes she just had to smile. The prospect was simply too delicious to comprehend.

As she pulled the zipper down, his gaze traveled down the length of her torso to see what she was doing. He became confused, and his mouth went dry at the sight.

Opening the fly of her jeans, she let her hands go slack at her sides, finally opening her eyes. His eyes flitted from hers to where the fabric and color of her panties stood out from the dark denim at her hips.

Sara's eyes turned soft, pleading when he looked at her again, but he simply stood there, unsure of what she was saying.

Far more take-charge now, Sara heaved a sigh and reached down to zip her pants back up. Well, if he didn’t get the picture from that, there was no way-

Grissom quickly reached out and moved her hands away, pressing her against the blue metal with his large body, maneuvering his hand between the two of them and down the front of her pants. She gasped audibly when his rough fingers found her sex, and she swallowed, trying not to cry out.

He too sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, regaining thought. "I, *I* do this to you?"

Sara's breath tickled his neck when she spoke. "Don't act so naïve, Grissom." She had wanted to sound upset when she said it, but only came off sounding breathy and impatient. Of its own accord, her body shifted forward, pressing him deeper into her cleft. That time, she groaned.

Grissom bit his lip to keep from biting her neck and pressed her even harder backwards. "Sara..." After a moment, he withdrew his hand, stepped back and held his palm out before him. It was glistening, slick with her. He could smell her, nearly taste her, and he didn't know what to make of it. She was *so* wet. And it was for him, his head swam and he looked at her, only to find her cheeks flushed, eyes closed, a few tears lingering on her lashes.

"Did you, Sara, I mean do you-"

Sara opened her eyes to slits and questioned him with her gaze. It took her only a moment to realize what he was asking of her and she spun around to her still-open locker and rummaged inside. A moment later, she produced a pair of plain black panties and shoved them into his hand. The hand that had moments ago been brushing against her clit oh-so-gently.

"Yes, I have extras." Voice low, wanton and tinged with anger slid out between her lips and she had to actually try rather hard to meet his eyes. "And yes Grissom, *this* is what you do to me. *This* is what you have *always* done to me."

Grissom's mouth was slightly agape and he fingered the soft cotton in his hand. "Sara, I-"

Suddenly, the locker room door swung open and Grissom shoved his hand into his pocket and shielded Sara from whoever it was so she could zip up. 'How could I possibly have thought to do that at work?,’ he asked himself as Nick made his presence known.

"Hey guys?"

They both turned to face him. "The son just came in and confessed."

Sara's brow crinkled, forgetting for a moment what had just transpired. "What? Why?"

Nick leaned against the wall. "Yeah, turns out he was pissed at his dad for ruining his mom's life... so... he killed him." Nick walked over to his own locker and extracted his coat. "Open and shut... sort of." The Texan grinned and exited the locker room, leaving Grissom and Sara to stare at each other for a moment.

Neither of them spoke.

After a minute or so of silence, Sara turned, shut and locked her locker, stepped over the bench and made her way out of the locker room. Grissom simply stood; stood there until he processed everything that had happened in the past ten minutes. Then he too left.

It was nearly five minutes later before Greg appeared in the doorway to his office, gazing at his boss who seemed lost in though. He cleared his throat and Grissom looked up abruptly, straightening his glasses. "Oh uh, Griss... Sara said your theory's all wet..." Greg trailed off, not quite knowing why Sara had felt the need to tell him that.

Grissom snapped to attention. "What?"

"Yeah, she's in the parking lot, she said she wants to discuss it..."

Before Greg could utter another word, Grissom was up and making his way to the front door.

Greg called after him, "Hey! I thought we closed the case!

I LOVE LAUREN!