One day, Grissom received a letter in the mail from a very wealthy person, thanking him and his team for solving a case that involved a loved one. As a token of his appreciation, he sent them all tickets to the Bahamas and the letter also said that the time was approved by the sheriff. They all were to stay for two weeks, and all expenses were already paid. Grissom called the sheriff, and he admitted to approving it and told them to have a good time. All that was left for Grissom to do was to deliver the good news to his team. He was, however, a bit nervous of being on vacation with Sara for two weeks. He walked to the break room, where his team was resting, and said, "Everyone, I have an announcement to make!"
"What's up Griss?" asked Nick curiously.
"Is something wrong?" Catherine asked worriedly.
"No, it's good news, he said, reassuring them all. We are all going on a trip to the Bahamas for two weeks, all expenses paid!"
The team all looked at each other excitedly and Sara asked, "Wow, who's paying?"
"You remember the Banks case?" asked Grissom.
"The one where the teenager drowned in a car in Lake Mead?" asked Greg.
Grissom nodded and said, "Well, the kid's uncle is Bryan Banks, the millionaire. To show his appreciation of catching his nephew's killer, he sent us all tickets and hotel accommodations. We leave in three days."
Those last two days seemed like weeks, but the day before their departure finally arrived. Everyone needed to pick up some last-minute necessities before packing, and it just so happens that Grissom ran into Sara at the mall.
"Hey Griss, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I needed a swim suit and shorts...you?"
"Same here," she said with a small smile that made his heart race.
"You having any luck?" he asked, trying to start a conversation.
"I found shorts and I just need my swim suit," she answered. "I'm looking for a two-piece."
The thoughts of her walking around in a bikini made blood rush rapidly south. He excused himself politely and went home to take a cold shower. While showering, he told himself, I'm gonna have one hell of a challenge when she puts on that swim suit. All the guys will want her...what chance will I have? But maybe, just maybe, she'll want me instead.
On Friday morning, the day they were leaving, everyone met at the airport. They were all excited to get their vacation.
"I can't believe I'm going too!" Brass exclaimed.
"I know, me neither," said Sophia.
Grissom looked at them curiously before asking, "But why...you were the lead detectives on the case. Why shouldn't you be allowed to come with?"
"But you guys did all of the work," Brass argued.
"You and Sophia got the confession," Grissom reminded him.
"Yeah, but-"
"If you guys are done arguing, are flight was just called," Sara said, grinning.
Everyone got in line to board the plane. They boarded the plane and found their seats quickly. Sara was seated with Grissom, Warrick with Catherine, Nick with Greg, and Brass with Sophia. The flight was long, and they all got some much-needed rest during the plane ride. When the plane landed, a resort bus picked them up and took them to their hotel. All of their luggage was taken to the hotels and was in their room already when they got there, so they all went to their rooms and got situated. They all agreed to meet for lunch after they were settled.
"This place is beautiful!" exclaimed Catherine. And I love how our hotels overlook the beach!
"I wanna check out everything this place has to offer!" Greg said.
"We will Greg, all in good time," said Grissom.
"Hey, I have and idea," Sara said, "lets go down to the beach."
Grissom turned his head to face her, thinking, "Oh no, she's gonna wear that swimsuit. Maybe I should stay in my room...it would save a cold shower."
"I think I'll pass," Grissom said.
Everyone looked at him as if he grew a third head. Catherine stared at him and asked, "Why, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just want to relax in my room...maybe read a book", he said before excusing himself from their presence.
He was in his room when he heard a knock. He opened the door and saw his blonde coworker standing there. Her hands were on her hips as he asked, "Can I help you Catherine?"
"Yes, actually...why won't you come down to the beach with us?" she demanded.
"Because, I just would prefer to be alone right now...it's been a long day," he said, moving to shut the door.
She sighed exasperatedly and said, "Fine, shut yourself away...but there's a disappointed brunette down there waiting for you."
That touched a nerve, and she knew it. Grissom froze and said, "Maybe later, Catherine."
The blonde sighed before leaving. Grissom sat down on the bed and thought about what she said. He knew that Sara wasn't going to wait around for him forever, and the whole purpose of this trip for him was to try and win her over. He swallowed his pride and put on his swimming shorts before walking down to the beach. He instantly saw his gang, and Sara in her bikini. They all noticed Grissom walking up to him and said, "Hey, finally decided to join us?"
He smiled and watched as Greg, Nick, and Warrick ran into the water. Catherine was busy tanning herself, and Sara was sitting by herself. She looked so...distant. He tentatively walked up to her and asked, 'May I join you?"
She looked up at him and smiled warmly as she nodded. He sat down next to her and they watched Warrick throw Greg under water. She chuckled and shook her head in amusement. Grissom looked at her and said quietly, "You, uhm, you look really good in that bikini."
She looked surprised at first to hear that comment come from Gilbert Grissom's mouth, but then smiled widely. She looked at herself and thanked him. They stay there all day. The sun starts to go down and Sara looks at it in amazement. She hugs her knees to her chest and whispered, "It's so beautiful."
Grissom nodded in agreement. He absently strummed his fingers on his knees and asked, "Uhm, Sara, would you...would you like to have dinner with me?"
She looked at him in shock. She furrowed her brows and asked sadly, "What happened to not knowing what to do about this?"
"I'm going to be honest with you...I still have no idea what to do about 'this', - but I do know is that I want to give 'this' - whatever it is - a try", he said all in one breath. "If you'll let me."
Tears were in her eyes as she smiled at him. Grissom looked at her in concern, but she leaned forward and kissed him. He held her and she said, "Of course!"
He smiled and thanked her as he stroked her back. He stood her up and said, "It's getting late and cooler...we should be getting back."
She nodded and they walked to the hotel where the rest of the team was devouring the buffet. Grissom said he was going to bed and Sara said she was ordering room service before heading to their rooms. Grissom walked Sara to her room and said, "So, do you just want to order room service?"
Sara nodded and grabbed the phone, ordering a salad for herself, a steak for Grissom, and a pie for their dessert. Their food was brought up to their room several minutes later, and they ate in a comfortable silence. Grissom kissed her goodnight and walked to his room, which was adjoining to hers. He slipped into bed and fell into a blissful sleep, thankful that Sara was willing to give him a chance.