A Deluge of Compulsions - Chapter 1 by Anansay

Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Category: Romance/Angst
Spoilers: None
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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and no profit is being made by this creation. It's all in fun people!

Author's Note: IrishDachsie must be thanked for her assistance in making this story what it is. Her sounding board techniques are invaluable. I hope this does her justice!

Summary: Grissom removes Sara from a crime scene - the rain comes - the hood of a car...!

Chapter 1 - The Rain

"SARA!"

Grissom called her name loudly and stridently. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. He understood this to be a bad case, but he had faith in her ability to hide her personal feelings especially when on site. Her outburst could have severely compromised the case. He needed to get her away and now.

He strode up to her, grabbing her upper arm in a grip not to be bargained with and nearly hauled her off her feet as he dragged her away from the suspect she had started verbally assaulting. Sara on a verbal rampage was a sight to behold, but this was not the place to indulge in such impulsive displays of intense emotion.

She fought him at first, trying to pull away, her eyes still trained on her point of avid interest, but she soon subsided into a more or less calm outward demeanour. He yanked open the car door and nearly shoved her in before slamming the door with a resounding thud that gave no question as to the seriousness of his intention to keep her away. He joined her in the driver seat, his own door slamming loudly into place. His hands grabbed the steering wheel, his knuckles quickly becoming white. His breathing was harsh and shallow, his nostrils flaring.

Sara faired no better as her hands convulsively grabbed at her pants material or her coat, not deciding which had a better staying power under her onslaught. She glared tempestuously at the side view mirror which showed a reflection of the person in question as a low growl, barely heard, began rumbling deep inside her throat.

Grissom stared at his co-worker, trying to fathom how to deal with her excessively impetuous temperament. She had almost physically attacked the man. He had seen her fists balling even as the contemptuous words spewed from her lips. All eyes had turned as the sound had escalated, the words exchanged becoming more and more fierce. Grissom knew she had come past the point of sane purposeful antagonizing and had gone right into a personal attack. He had rushed over and grabbed her then.

Now he could actually feel the anger and hostility emanating off of her like a wave of bilious air, engulfing them like a fog, blocking out rational thought. He knew where her anger had originated as it grew in him as well, the horror of this crime having imprinted itself on the psyches of his entire crew. He could feel the bile rising in his throat every time he brooded on the case. He just wanted it over. But Sara's behavior was not going to help matters at all.

"I'm taking you off the case, Sara." He said quietly, but with a certainty he knew she would understand.

Her head snapped up toward him, fiery eyes scorching him resolve. "What?" came her equally quiet response.

"You've lost objectivity. You're in too deep. I'm not going to let anything compromise this case. Not even one of my own CSIs."

She stared at him for a long moment, as her mind worked out possible arguments, her mouth working as the words stayed stuck in her throat.

He knew her anger was now directed at him. He had never been attacked before by someone close to him, but he felt confident in his abilities to defend himself, should she choose that route of attack. Luckily for him she did not, but merely threw herself back into the seat in a pout of restrained anger.

"I'm taking you home. Now." And with that, the vehicle was started and the tires squealed as he drove it away, his own anger barely concealed.

~*~

Instead of driving her home, he drove them to a secluded area, understanding her need to vent, and not wanting the police called should she decide to rip apart her apartment. Best to vent in an open, empty area. So, out to the desert he brought them.

It was the evening, but you couldn't really tell for the oppressively grey cloud cover that had threatened to open up any time over the inhabitants of Las Vegas. It had trapped the heat in like a blanket creating a sort of sauna effect. If you add to that the entire the somber quality and it did nothing to alleviate already gloomy temperaments of those involved.

As soon as the vehicle stopped, Sara yanked open the door and jumped out, walking stiffly as quickly as she could away from the car and out into the desert. Grissom quickly followed her, staying a bit behind. He didn't want to leave her alone. A part of him was afraid of what she might do, even though no evidence existed to his knowledge of any suicidal tendencies, overt or otherwise. But the scientist in him knew of hidden propensities toward self-destructive behavior in people who exhibited such strong self-determined characteristics that she had when it came to cases. One fall back could mean a deep fall into a place where she might not be able to be reached. He wanted to avoid that at all costs. So he followed her.

She stopped after a few minutes, her hands on her hips, her shoulders rising and falling rapidly with her irascible breathing. He came to stand a little behind her, ready for whatever she flung at him. She didn't move for a long moment, her lips pursed, her breathing still short and raspy.

"You know... this is a good place to scream and yell and not have people think you're insane." He offered by way of conversation starter. He sensed the hesitation in her thoughts as she considered his words. Her head angled upward, and by the side he could see her eyes were closed. Without any warning, her chest expanded as air rushed in only to be expelled forcefully in a scream that shattered the twilight into a tiny shards of pain.

"I can't do this anymore!" she cried. The tears spilled down over her face. She hugged herself as gut wrenching spasms brought her to her knees. Her body was wracked with sobs as she wailed her agony to the cosmos. She screamed as it all came pouring out and she fell to her knees.

Grissom was by her side in an instant, his hand on her back. He was speaking, but she couldn't hear the words. His lips were moving but the sound was drowned out by her cries. She was caught in it. The pressure had been building for so long. The explosion was inevitable. With eyes closed her body responded to the demands of her mind.

She sat up, head to the sky and screamed her torment, yelling at no one and at everyone. She grabbed at the air, fingers crooked, trying to grab at something, anything to hold, to bring her back, to cause pain. She doubled over again. She was lost, swirling in the abyss that was her perdition. It brought her down, tore her apart. Rent her soul to shreds. She was at its mercy. All the years of being witness to the aftermath of the horrors. All the years of bearing the responsibility of fixing the wrongs. She was only one. They were many. Too many. She was crushed under the weight and now she was giving in.

Spent, she collapsed on the ground, arms still around her, eyes staring blankly, breaths coming in gasps.

"Help me..." she whispered. "Don't let me go..."

"Never," came his reply as he took her in his arms and held her to him, rocking them both as they sat on the rough pebbled ground in the warm evening air.

~*~

After a while, her sobs stopped and the shaking ceased. She pulled away from him slightly, as she turned her head to him, her eyes red rimmed, her glasses lying somewhere on the ground. "Is this why you brought me here? To see me rant and rave like a lunatic?"

A small smile curved his lips. "No. But I know it helps to let it out. This way is a lot safer for everybody."

"Uh huh..."

They sat in silence for a while. Grissom could sense her anger slowly dissipating. Her breathing had slowed to a more normal rhythm. Their clothes clung to them like a second skin.

Sara was the first to move as she pushed herself off the ground to a standing position. As they were dusting themselves off they felt it.

A drop.

The first one landed on Sara's arm, the second on Grissom's head. Cool wetness. They both looked skyward as more drops began falling and they regarded each other with looks of resigned knowledge. The downpour had finally come. In synchronized action, they turned and headed back toward the SUV, at an accelerated pace.

They got to the vehicle just as the sky opened and the cloudburst came pouring down. Grissom searched frantically in his pockets for the keys: first the coat pockets, then the pant pockets and back again. All the while, Sara was jumping from foot to foot, arms wrapped around her, hunched over. "Grissom?" There was slight panic in her voice as it rose at the end.

"Shit." Grissom had stopped looking and stood staring at the window of the car door. His shoulders slumped down. She followed his gaze and saw it. The keys jangling almost mockingly in the ignition. "I'm sorry..."

Sara looked back at Grissom, eyes reflecting her astonished amazement. This man never locked his keys in the car!, she thought. The rain was coming down hard now. It ran down Grissom's face like a waterfall, almost blinding him as he blew water away from his mouth in little jets of spray. Their clothes were soaked. He looked so dejected.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, she felt it bubbling up from places within her that had been dormant for so long. It came up and out, bursting forth from her lips in small bursts.

Laughter.

First she smiled, and the smile got bigger. Then her mouth opened as the laughter erupted in full force and her head flew back as she welcomed the rain on her face, feeling it washing away her tension, her anger, her frustration.

Her whole body joined in the exhibition, as the laughter joined the rain in pouring over them. Grissom couldn't help himself as the humour in the situation slowly dawned on him and he started laughing as well, his chest jerking as the spasms of laughter came out.

Caught in a deluge, in the middle of nowhere. Sanctuary right beside them, with the keys on the other side. After all they had been through, this tiny little bump in their emotionally turbulent ride was a welcomed relief.

They were doubled over, holding on to their sides, unable to control themselves. Her hand reached out to steady herself on him as his hand reached out to do the same. They held onto each other, their other hands grabbing their sides as they gave in to the power of the urge. It engulfed them, taking them along for the ride.

Slowly they stood up, her hand on his shoulder, his hand on her waist. Their laughter subsided bit by bit, little chuckles coming out here and there. Slowly it faded, until they simply stood in the rain, two people alone in a dark, wet world.

With a sudden shock, they realized they were standing quite close to each other. The mood took an entirely different essence. He saw her hair plastered to the side of her head, the rain pouring down her face as it continued to pelt them mercilessly. Her lips were parted, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath after their laughing frenzy. She stared at him, her eyes boring into his very soul, flaming that part in him that had lain latent for so long. She appeared to him as a graven image of insatiable passion, and it dragged him down with her as an eager accomplice.

He looked into her eyes and saw what he felt. Her hand on his shoulder felt like fire, her waist was like a serpentine liquid in his hand as she came toward him, her eyes never leaving his. He was caught in her eyes like an epicurean ignoramus. His breath came out in little jittery gasps as her face blurred in his vision. His eyes closed, his body anticipating what it knew was coming.

Her wet lips brushed across his slippery ones, the water acting like a generator of the electricity that coursed between them. He groaned as his hand on her waist tightened reflexively, his fingers digging into her skin. She deepened the kiss, her hand sliding up his shoulder, caressing the back of his neck before entwining in his curls to hold him to her. Her tongue sought entrance and he found his mouth opening in response. When her warm tongue touched and began caressing his with wild abandon, sucking it into her mouth, he lost all sense of reality and pulled her hard to him, his other hand wrapping itself around and up her back to crush her body to his, needing to feel her entire drenched length against him. The kiss became an ardently feverish exploration of each other's mouths - licking and tasting - devouring each other in their barely restrained passion.

Her hands were beneath his shirt, nails scraping against skin in her need to keep him there with her. His muscles undulated beneath his skin as his own hands roamed her body, as though memorizing every curve and mound. Her mouth left his to give his jawbone and neck a good tongue lashing before proceeding to the ever sensitive earlobe, sucking it in forcefully, her teeth gnawing gently at the sensitive skin. His eye rolled back in his head as the delicious sensations washed over him and a low groan escaped his lips. His hands went to her buttocks, jerking her to him hard before bending down a bit to pick her up.

She let go of his ear and their eyes met. Her legs wrapped themselves around his hips, allowing her to feel in acute degrees just how aroused she was making him. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest as his blue eyes, now an intense slate grey in his yearning, bore into hers. She could sense his deep hunger for her - it mirrored her own. His eyes asked the question which her eyes answered in return.

He walked to the car, his eyes never leaving hers, as the rain poured down, drowning out everything except their longing for each other. He placed her on the car before claiming her lips again, his tongue thrusting deeply into her mouth.

She unbuckled his pants. He moaned into her mouth as her hot hand wrapped around him, stroking him to full life, the rain, in its slipperiness, causing his pleasure to increase tenfold. He pushed her down to the car, her shirt coming up with his hands as his head bent down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it, tongue flicking it back and forth, teeth gently nibbling the erectile tissue. She moaned in her throat, her head rolling back and forth, her hands entwined in his hair, her back arching to meet him. Her legs pulled him tight against her as her hips began grinding against him.

He brought his lips back up to her face, his tongue seeking to dance with hers again. His hands make quick work of her pants, sliding them down and off her legs, her shoes flying somewhere. Her legs wrapped around him once again as his mouth attacked hers. His hand running up the inside of her leg to feel her warm wetness, before plunging himself into her, unable to wait any longer. She gasped as his fullness penetrated her, filling that void in her. She arched her back in response, her arms holding him to her as he began to move inside her, softly as first, but his tempo increased. He lunged into her over and over again, his hips slamming against hers, their skin slapping wetly against each other.

He made wild passionate love to her on the hood of his vehicle as he thrust into her, hard and deeply, slamming his hips against hers as she pulled him into her, her hands on his buttocks, her legs around his hips, feet locked together.

The rain pelting his back and running down his clothes to fall by drops onto her sweaty body as she writhed beneath him... hands pulling hard on his shirt... legs wrapped around... and pulling him closer. His hands were beneath her shoulders as he used her body as leverage to maximize the force of his thrusts, discovering depths to their bodies and their souls he had only dreamed of in the far reaches of his subconscious. It was a wild abandoning of formerly rigidly held precepts regarding proper work etiquette. A total giving into the moment, as their bodies, soaked with rain and sweaty with exertions, undulated in the torrid evening air.

They moaned and groaned into each other's necks as their bodies, wet with perspiration, glided together, making little wet sounds accentuating their own. Their eyes closed as they lost themselves in the sensations hurling through their bodies. It was not so much loving as taking, a rough, demanding taking as each took from the other what they needed to quench the burning within them. It was a mad throbbing mass of undulating flesh, thrusting and gasping their way to their climax, which was a powerful, shattering, explosion of sound and fury, their bodies tensing as spasms racked through each other.

~*~

As quickly as it had come, the rain stopped, a few stray drops falling here and there, just because they could. As though tired of tormenting the poor creatures beneath them, the clouds dissipated in the sky, having dropped their heavy load of water. Bit by bit, the stars began poking through, tiny pinpoints of light in the black sky.

The two lovers stood side by side, their clothes back in place, as they regarded their changed, muddy surroundings. They seemed to, by chance or purpose, avoid each other's direct gaze.

Grissom looked up as the now cooler air wrapped itself around them. His eyes traveled across the sky as more and more dots became visible.

"I never knew there were so many stars in the sky..." he said softly.

Sara followed his gaze skyward and her breath caught in her throat. She was silent for a while as her existence suddenly felt somewhat insignificant at the moment. She recognized a few constellations as they slowly came into focus. With a sigh, she looked down and toward the dark horizon, the stars disappearing where the mountain began, though she couldn't see it.

"So... what do we do now...?" she said, looking at the truck.

But Grissom didn't see where she was looking. He looked down at the ground as myriad possibilities flashed before him. "Do you want to come back to my place?" he offered quietly, his hope sneaking into his words.

"What?" she said as her head spun toward him.

Grissom looked at her, a moment of fear piercing his heart. "Uh... never mind..."

"Grissom... how would we get there?"

"Uh... oh yeah... the keys..."

Suddenly his head shot up, his eyes twinkling at her in way she so rarely saw anymore. She watched in stunned silence as he dropped down to a crouch, his hand reaching up and underneath the front wheel well. His hand moved around a bit as it searched and came out holding something in his hand. He brought his hand to Sara and opened it.

Sara stared at the little black box in his hand, her mind trying to grasp the possibilities even though another part of her mind knew exactly what she was seeing. She made little movements with her head that Grissom quickly recognized as her dawning realization of an inside joke. Her lips pursed in her vain attempt at suppressing her smile as she looked up at him, one eyebrow raised.

"A key safe?"

Now it was his turn to suppress his own chagrined smile. "Um... yeah."

"Did you know it was there?"

His eyes widened. "No! I swear! I just remembered it! I never used it! I always remember my keys!"

Too late, her smile broke through with a sigh. Biting her lip, she looked at the SUV and then back at him. "So... do we go to your place? Or... back to work?" she said with a glint in her eye.

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