The couple stared at each other lovingly, without realizing what they were doing. The last few days had been special to both of them. Though nothing had happened, they both sensed a connection that they thought was never there before. Neither wanted this moment to end. They both wanted to move forward, but held back, unsure how the other would react. Not only that, but what would happen if the team found out?

Gil Grissom looked like he had made up his mind. He stared into the deep brown eyes of Sara Sidle, and slowly leaned forward, as if her gaze were drawing him in. Sara followed in suit. They both wanted this. This is the moment they had dreamt about for so long, as if rehearsing it in their sleep, but both woke to find the other side of the bed was empty. Their noses brushed gently, their bodies were pressed lightly together. They were so close that they could feel the warmth of others breathe on their face.

A sudden knock on the door broke them apart. They looked at each a moment longer, almost desperate to share that first sweet kiss, a kiss they would treasure for the rest of their lives. Sara gave him one of her famous smiles that seemed to melt Grissom's heart, before sitting comfortably on the sofa. Grissom gave an apologetic look and a wink before disappearing to open the door. As he pulled it open, he suddenly had to erg to slam it shut again.

"What are you doing here Conrad?" Sara's stomach knotted painfully. What the hell is Ecklie doing here? He couldn't see her and she intended to keep it that way. He had tried to get her fired once already; this might spark him to try it again. She snuck through to the kitchen tripping over the neighbors cat, who'd climbed in through the open window. Her arm knocked a plate, which smashed on the floor. Grissom turned, panic swept quietly through him. What are doing Sara? Are you trying to get caught?

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" Grissom turned to see an evil smug on Ecklie's face. Grissom, however, was not smiling.

"It's just next door's cat. She climbs through my kitchen window sometimes. Now what do you want, I was kind of in the middle of something important."

"Like?"

"None of your business."

"Yeah. I thought I'd drop these off on my way through." Flashing the files under his arm.

"It's my day off."

"Paper work isn't going to get itself done Gil." He shoved the files into Grissom's arms, before walking away.

"It's Grissom to you." Grissom spoke coldly. Ecklie gave him another evil grin before disappearing down the corridor. Grissom closed the door with a sigh of relief, before dumping the files on the table and wondering into the kitchen to investigate the damage that Sara had caused.

There she was, sat in the middle of the floor, supporting a small cut on her elbow. A small smile formed on Grissom's face, he couldn't help it. The fragments of china still littered the floor. He stepped around them carefully. It didn't help that he was only wearing socks. He crouched down beside her, clearing a path for them to walk through. He gently lifted her to her feet and escorted her back to the sofa. Pulling a small first aid from it, he very carefully cleaned the cut. Sara watched him concentrating. He looks so cute when he's thinking hard. She couldn't help thinking.

While he worked, Grissom couldn't help but feel Sara's eyes watching his every movement. He felt a smile coming and made no effort to stop it. Once she was completely patched up, Grissom looked up. Sara's eyes were still on him. Grissom's stomach seemed to do a back flip. Her eyes were calming, pulling him in again. This time he would get it right. The room disappeared; it was just him and her now. Nothing could break them away from each other, not this time. Sara's phone began to ring, but she ignored it. They slowly leaned into each other, treasuring this moment. This was it, now or never. Their lips touched gently, but they never seemed to get any further. Someone had begun banging on the door again, almost in desperation. They pulled away reluctantly, a slightly annoyed look on Grissom's face.

"Why is it that I can't have one day off without people bashing down the door?" Sara giggled lightly. She was slightly flustered and with good reason. She had just kissed Gil Grissom. It had only been a small one, but a kiss nonetheless. She felt as if she were melting on the sofa and it didn't go unnoticed. Grissom smiled. He had waited so long to kiss her, tell her he loved her, just to hold her close. He reluctantly stole his gaze away from her, wondering back to open the door yet again.

"What is it now Ecklie?"

"I forgot to ask you something?"

"Well hurry up and ask. My dinner is burning and don't like my sausages too well done."

"Funny. I just wondered if you had seen Sidle recently?"

"Why would I have seen Sara?" Grissom hated it when called Sara by her surname.

"No reason. Apparently Catherine just called her but no one answered. I'm asking everyone, it's nothing personal."

"Well I haven't seen her so you might as well leave me alone now." Ecklie left without another word. He knew something was going on between those two, he just couldn't quite figure out what it was.

Grissom closed the door again. This was really starting to get on his nerves. Then he remembered what Ecklie had said. "I just wondered if you had seen Sidle recently? Catherine just called her but no one answered." Sara's phone had rung, but she had never answered. She had ignored it, attempting to share her first kiss with him. Damn Ecklie. I finally get up the courage to do the one thing I've been kicking myself to do, and he knocks on the door to give me paper work.

He almost ran back to the living room, but Sara wasn't there.

"Sara?"

Without warning, Grissom felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, knocking him to the floor. He felt someone kick him over with their foot. Lying on his back, he tried to see his attacker, but unconsciousness overthrew him.