It was an unusually slow night for the Las Vegas Crime Lab. All of the CSI's on the newly re-formed nightshift were taking advantage of this rare occurrence. Catherine Willows was in her office, catching up on paperwork. Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown were playing video games in the break room, no surprise there. Gil Grissom was sitting in his office contemplating the two CSI's who weren't on shift tonight, Greg Sanders and Sara Sidle.

"I would have never thought those two would have ended up together." he thought, somewhat regretfully. "But he does make her happy, happier than I've seen her in a very long time. I couldn't have made her that happy. And she grounds him, in a way. He's become the man that I knew he could be when I hired him. Although I do miss his antics from time to time." a grin coming to his face. "They have no idea that I know, and none of the rest of the crew has any clue either, so I will just keep this to myself."

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Meanwhile, at Sara's apartment across town….

Sara was sitting on her bed, staring at her closet and trying to decide what to wear. She and Greg had been dating for 6 months now, and they were going to go out someplace special for dinner. Greg wouldn't tell her where, just told her to dress up. She had narrowed her choices down to a simple black dress, and a slightly fancier blue one. Sara really liked the blue one, but Greg had never seen her in the black one.

"The blue dress looks good on me, but I wore that when we met his parents for dinner. Maybe the black dress, with that necklace, and those shoes?" Sara was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the doorbell ring.

Greg rang the doorbell again. "She must be in the shower." he thought with a private grin. "Wouldn't I like to be a fly on the wall in there!" He heard her coming to the door, so he put his thoughts away and waited for her to let him in.

Sara had heard the doorbell ring, finally, and panicking, threw her robe on. She didn't realize how late it was! She looked through the peephole and there was Greg. Her heart swelled at the sight of him. She loved him so much and she was going to tell him tonight how she felt, that she loved him and she was ready to take their relationship to the next level. Calming herself, she opened the door and smiled. Greg was wearing a midnight black suit, crisp white shirt, and a black tie. In his hand was a single red rose.

Greg looked up, saw Sara standing there in her robe, and smiled. He knew Sara, knew that she wouldn't be ready but that she would have her choices narrowed down. He hoped she would wear that black dress he saw in her closet last week, he thought it would look fantastic on her.

"So are you going to stand there and stare at me all night, Sanders, or do you want to come in while I finish getting ready?"

"Well, staring at you all night was part of my plan, but not quite in this situation." Greg said, grinning as he walked through the door. "As much as I love this look on you, I think it would cause quite a sensation at the restaurant. Are you almost ready?" he said with a wink.

Sara blushed and dropped her eyes. "Yes, I was just making a last minute decision about what to wear. Have a seat and I'll be ready in about fifteen minutes, I promise."

Greg stepped closer to her, and Sara looked up at him. The smile on his face made her smile too.

"Take your time, I'm a bit early. Trust me, I'm not going anywhere." With that he gave her a gentle kiss and pulled her into his arms. She melted into him, just the slightest touch always did this to her.

They stood there for a few moments, just enjoying each other, before Sara pulled away.

"I have to go get ready. When are you going to tell me where we are going?" Sara asked.

"When we get there. Now go before I have to ravish you, you sexy wench in your bathrobe!" Greg laughed.

Sara laughed too, as she headed back down the hallway to her bedroom. "Definitely the black dress."