This is my first GSR fic in over a year. It's taking place right after the events in Forget Me Not. I want to acknowledge by best friend and soul sister, ilovegsr or as she is known now, GGribbs, for helping me with this fic. She is not only my beta, but a great deal of help with everything.

I don't own CSI. If I did, I'd have given William Petersen the world to get him to stay. I am only writing for fun, no profit, darnit and I hope that you will be sure to review this story.

This story is dedicated to all of the GSR fans who need fluff and smut.

The restaurant was packed with couples, groups of friends and inpatient people at the bar waiting for their tables.

Sara was impatient too. Drinking a second glass of red wine, nervously playing with her gold wedding band, Sara Sidle-Grissom was getting tired of waiting.

A table across from her sat seven noisy people cutting a birthday cake. Sara smiled at their obvious good time, then sighed and looked down at her wine glass.

Behind her, a voice singing "Happy Birthday" got her attention.

"Happy Birthday, Sara"

Sara looked up to see a handsome, bearded face smiling at her.

"Thanks." Sara said grinning a sideways grin.

"Sorry I'm late. The bakery gave me the wrong cake. What have I missed?"

"Well, you missed my first two glasses of wine, a birthday party at the table over there, a waiter with a bad case of gas and a woman who has been waiting for an hour."

Grissom took in a deep breath and sighed, "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"How are you going to do that, Dr. Grissom?" Sara said softly

"You'll find out later, Mrs. Grissom.

As the piano player continued with a romantic ballad,Gil couldn't help but stare at Sara. "What, do I have something on my face?" Sara asked peaking over the menu. "I'm sorry. I don't know how it's possible but the light in here is making you look more beautiful than ever."

Sara could feel the blush rising in her cheeks. "You've just been gone a bit too long this time, Gil."

"I can't argue with that" Grissom stated as the waiter refilled their glasses and took their order.

Grissom reached across the table and took Sara's hands in his. "I've missed these hands." He used his thumbs to rub small circles on her knuckles. "Your skin is so soft"

"Gil" Sara looked into Grissom's eyes "is everything alright?"

"Sara..I'm here with you. Things couldn't be more perfect at this moment with the excepttion of being in our room..alone"

The music played on, restaurant patrons laughed, ate, and talked. Dishes clanked and the smell of food was fantastic. But for Sara and Gil, who couldn't take their eyes from each other, even as they ate, felt like they were the only two people in the room.

Dinner was great but it was obvious dessert was the last thing on their minds. They each looked at the cake and then back at each other and laughed. They both knew the silent agreement was to take the cake back to the room with them for later.

Stepping into the elevator, Grissom put his arms around Sara's small waist and pulled her into him.

"Love in an elevator, Gil?"

Grissom growled.

"Love everywhere, Sara."

They kissed passionately as they rode up to the sixth floor where Sara had reserved a room two weeks before. Grissom used the keycard and opened the door to the large room and led Sara into it.

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long."

"I missed you, Gilbert."

Sara slowly began to remove her dress while Grissom untied his tie, staring at her while she undressed.

Standing in her black bra and panties, Sara reached up and took the comb out of her hair and shook out her hair and let it fall over her shoulders.

Grissom growled and grabbed her, pulling her into him.