First- Change

"Big plans tomorrow?" There was a hopeful tone to his voice.

She didn't seem to notice. "No..."

"May I take you out?"

""You're asking ME to do something with YOU? This is a change. Why?"

He hadn't anticipated that question or the puzzled frown that accompanied it.

"You do know what tomorrow is right?" He asked, not bothering to hide his amusement.

She shrugged and arched a brow, "Tuesday?"

"It's your birthday Sherlock."

"Oh…right." She was less than enthused.

"So may I? We could do anything you want."

"You don't have to do that." She waited, giving him an out. He didn't blink. "I don't really feel like doing anything," she continued.

He frowned, she smiled. "But I guess we could hang out...If you insist." She added with feigned resignation.

"It's a date!"

Then-Shift

He answered the phone seconds before it went to voicemail. "Grissom."

"Were you sleeping?"

A glance at the alarm confirmed that he had been. "As a matter fact I was."

"Sorry!" She sounded anything but.

"Did you manage to get some sleep?" he asked, stifling a yawn.

"I tried… My mind is on overdrive and I can't seem to shut if off. I thought that maybe if I called-"

"You want to come over?" The question had surprised him as much as her.

"Hummm…" He could practically hear her smile. "Will you help me sleep?"

"Only one way to find out-"

"I'll be right there."

Finally-Twist

He looked at Sara stretched out on his bed as if she owned it-minutes earlier she'd pretty much proven she did own it...along with his body and most of his soul.

"I don't understand why you're here." He blurted.

She prompted herself up, letting the sheet pool at her waist. "Is that a trick question?"

"I mean it…I know I've treated you…I haven't…I've been-"

"A typical male?" She gave him a lopsided grin. "It's okay; you're making up for it."

"You haven't seen anything yet." He wiggled his brows.

She leaned forward and captured his lips in a slow kiss. "Sounds promising."

"Sara?" His breath tickled her cheek.

"Hum?"

"I love you." There, he said it.

He waited in anticipation as she licked her lips and narrowed her eyes, feeling like a bug under the microscope.

"Did you just say you loved me?" She cocked her head, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. "That's mighty brave of you."

Was she...taunting him?

He cleared his throat, "so?"

"So... you know how I feel."

And he did, of course he did.