Gil had been gone for move a week now and Sara missed him terribly. He asked her to move in with him before he left. She still had to sell her apartment so she wouldn't have to be paying the rent.

One day she woke up early even though she was off for three days. She walked out to get the mail to see if the new forensics magazine came. She flipped through the mail and found a letter addressed to her from San Francisco. She opened it and noted it was from Gil. As she read the letter she walked into the house.

Sara,

I must confess, I love you not from the heart. These words I speak are not these of the helpless fool of a lover in the celebrated novels. By Cupid's measure, I am the most unromantic of all, for my love did not come from the stray arrows of Cupid's bow. But from my reason and careful judgment From my mind that can only love what it considers an equal or greater than itself, from a mind that refuses to love for the sake of loving because one is loved but only because it has chosen once my mind has found what it seeks and indeed it has in you, --it denies adoration for any lesser being and demands that such a beautiful soul should deserve to be given the greatest compliment of being loved. Forgive me if I do not love you blindly or intentionally , for my love for you is the most unromantic of all, --

I offer the love from my mind, my knowledge, my wisdom,--

From the very best of what is my being.

Love Gil

P.S.

I know this may be a little sudden but I have always loved you and I never want to be apart from you ever again. Sara I want to be the last man you ever make love to. I want to be the father of your children. Will you marry me? If you do I will be the happiest man alive.

She looked up from the letter with tears in her eyes. "Yes."

She looked at the clock to see what time it was and saw it was only eight thirty. If she drove she would be there around noon. She quickly packed a duffle bag, got a bagel, and rushed out the door. With two pit stops and one stop for gas she arrived at his hotel around eleven thirty. He was staying at the Intercontinental San Francisco Hotel. She grabbed her bag from the passenger seat and went inside. She walked up to the front desk.

"Excuse me, but could you tell what room Gil Grissom is staying in." Sara asked.

"Yes his staying in room 479 on floor 30." Said the desk clerk.

"Thank you. Oh and could you not tell him I'm here?"

"Will do."

Sara walked to the elevator and pushed the floor number. When the door opened she stepped out of the elevator and went to room 479. She knocked on the door and waited for him to answer the door. He opened the door after a few seconds.

"Sara!" He said shocked.

"Hi." She said with a smile on her face.

"I take it you got my letter?" He said.

"And my answer is yes." She said as she kissed him.

Her lips pressing against his with an urgency that caught him by surprise. He slowly responded to her kiss, her palms sliding up his chest and around his neck. His hands gripped her back tightly and pulled her against him. His tongue gently prodded at her lips, begging for entry. She complied eagerly, pulling the lithe muscle into her mouth with no resistance…

Moving back to her mouth he teased her lips with his. She whimpered, but grinned with satisfaction against his mouth as he groaned when her hand slipped into his boxers and began moving on him…

THE END

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Hope you enjoyed it. R&R.