Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed the characters for a little while.
Sara eased the letter back into the envelope, slipped it between the pages of Shakespeare once again and rose from the bed, scooping up her empty yoghurt container.
She wordlessly moved to where Grissom sat at the desk looking at a photo of lizards. Placing the yoghurt tub on the edge of the desk, she stood behind him and slid her hands down his chest.
"Yes dea-" Grissom never finished his question as his lover's warm lips covered his.
His lips were still pursed when she withdrew, picked up her rubbish and walked from away from him into the kitchen.
Watching Hank faithfully patter after her, Grissom followed her retreating form thoughtfully.
How he loved her.
Finito.