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The 'morning after' Grissom and Sara's wedding so to speak, Grissom and Sara lay in bed, both of them too lethargic to move. "You evil man," Sara scolded, her voice clouded with sleep.

"I do believe you took an active part in the festivities," Grissom reminded, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"You're still evil," Sara groaned and nestled further into his chest.

"Are you going to get up any time today?" Grissom asked.

"I wasn't planning on it."

Sara lay staring at her wedding ring, admiring its beauty and relishing in what it meant. "Gil, does it bother you that I'm not going to take your name?" Sara asked, still absent-mindedly staring at her ring.

"I respect your independence Sara. Your name, your choice. I wouldn't force you into something like that."

"Good, because you wouldn't be able to."

"Ah, that Sidle determination," Grissom joked, "in my heart you'll still be Mrs. Grissom."

"Technically, I am Mrs. Grissom. My name is Sara Sidle, but I am Mrs. Grissom since I am married to you," Sara elaborated.

"And you like to split hairs," Grissom joked.

"You love me for it," Sara stated, pulling his arms tighter around her.

"I wouldn't exactly put it that way," Grissom corrected, planting a kiss on top of her head, "I love your abilities."

"That is an ability," Sara continued.

Grissom turned Sara around in his arms and pressed a kiss to her lips. "No more talking Ms. Sidle," Grissom stated, "or is it Mrs. Grissom?"

"Are you suggesting that I have multiple personalities?" Sara feigned shock.

"No, I'm merely stating this conversation is absurd. I love you, I don't care if you change your name to a character if you want. You'll still be you, and you can't change that."

Sara laughed. "A rose by any other name..."

Grissom groaned. "As much as I would enjoy a literary battle with you, we are done with this conversation. Our proverbial honeymoon is for us, not for words."

"So what are you going to do to keep me entertained?" Sara asked innocently with a questioning look on her face.

Grissom ran his hands up her bare sides and placed a passionate kiss to her lips. "How about this?" he asked with a sly look on his face.

"That would be just fine Mr. Grissom," Sara stated, allowing him to roll her onto her back and continue administering kisses.

Their conversation ended, Grissom and Sara choosing to display their emotions with touches rather than words.

Grissom and Sara were very much enjoying each other when Sara heard a crack. She stopped moving and opened her eyes. "What the hell was that?" Sara panted, trying to catch her breath.

"Old bones," he stated, kissing her, intent to continue.

"That sounded like it hurt," Sara stated, not fully responding to his movements, "what was that?"

"My knee, and it's not bothering me now," Grissom spoke, trailing a few kisses down her jaw line.

Sara accepted his answer, and they picked up where they left off.

After taking a short nap, Sara decided they should get up and eat something. It was nearing noon, and neither one of them had eaten something since the previous night. Sara groaned when she got up out of the bed, and she tried to stretch some of the kinks out of her body. "Evil," she spoke again.

"Admit it, you liked it," Grissom played along.

"I did," Sara grinned, walking toward the bathroom.

Grissom swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for a pair of boxers. He pulled them on and moved to stand up. "Oh," he grimaced, putting weight on his left leg.

Sara hadn't gotten into the shower yet, so she poked her head out of the bathroom door. "Griss, you alright?" she asked, his bare back facing her.

"I think I might have a slight problem," Grissom spoke, trying to take a step forward.

Grissom succeeded in moving a step, but his pain and limp were obvious. Sara grabbed her robe, cinched it around her waist, and walked to his side. "Your knee?" Sara asked, raising her eyebrows.

Grissom reluctantly nodded. "Yeah, just give me a minute, I can probably walk it off."

Sara took his arm and brought him back a step toward the bed. "Sit mister, you're not going anywhere," Sara stated, easing him back to the bed, "I asked you about this earlier, and you said you were fine."

"I was fine then."

"Or you had other things on your mind then."

"So did you," Grissom countered.

Sara looked down at his knee and saw that it was slightly swollen. "Does this hurt?" Sara asked, pressing lightly around it.

"Stop that," Grissom scoffed, trying to pull away from her.

"Lay back and get comfortable on the bed," Sara spoke, "I'm going to get an icepack."

"I don't need an icepack," Grissom protested.

"Well, to be able to walk on that, you're going to want to get the swelling down. Ice is going to help that. I know you're not going to want to explain how you ended up with said injury," Sara spoke, trying to disguise her grin.

Before Grissom could comment, Sara left the room in search of an icepack. How did we manage this?

Sara returned with an icepack, and she placed it on Grissom's knee. She then went to the bathroom, grabbed some aspirin and a cup of water, and brought it back to Grissom. He thankfully took the aspirin and swallowed it down with the water.

"Gil, you've got to admit, this is quite funny," Sara spoke, sitting beside him on bed.

"Hilarious," Grissom sarcastically replied, "why don't you have a few laughs at my expense?"

Sara reached down and rubbed the back of his hand. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"No, I think I'm just going to sit here for a little while. Why don't you go take your shower, and by the time you're done, I might be ready to attempt walking again."

Sara leaned over and stole a quick kiss. "I won't be long," she spoke before retreating to the bathroom.

Grissom adjusted the pillow under his knee and tried to get more comfortable. My body definitely isn't what it used to be. I can't believe this, Sara's right, there is no way in hell I'm explaining this to anyone. It's embarrassing enough to look at Sara and see her trying to suppress her laughter. With anyone else, it would be a disaster.

When Sara emerged from the bathroom, Grissom was missing from the bedroom. -Well, he must be feeling better.- "Gil, where are you?" Sara called, exiting the bedroom.

"Kitchen," he called back.

Sara walked out into the kitchen and found Grissom sitting in a chair, drinking a cup of coffee. He had put some sweatpants on and donned a t-shirt. "Why are you out here?" Sara asked.

"Because I was feeling better, and I thought I would make some coffee. There's some for you too," he gestured toward the pot.

Sara talked while she poured herself a cup of coffee. "How's the knee?"

"I think I might recover."

"That's good, because you did promise to entertain me."

Grissom looked up in slight desperation. "Sara, you're going to kill me," he started.

Sara gave him a soft smile and sat down next to him. "What a good way to go," Sara joked and smiled.

Sara pinched Grissom's thigh before he could protest. "Believe me Griss, I'm not ready for another round yet either. We should be more careful though, I don't want to break you."

"Sara, I am not a china doll, I think we'll manage just fine," Grissom said, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

Sara kissed Grissom's cheek and got up from the table. "What do you want for lunch?" she asked, successfully dropping the subject.

"Whatever you want, I was going to make it for you."

"You stay put. I'm not really hungry, I'm just going to have a bean sprout sandwich," Sara said, leaning into the refrigerator, "do you want grilled cheese?"

"That's fine," Grissom replied.

Once Sara had both of their sandwiches made, she handed Grissom his and sat down across from him at the table. "This is good Sara," Grissom spoke after taking a bite.

"Thanks, I managed not to screw up grilled cheese," Sara joked.

Grissom smiled and continued to eat his sandwich. "How's yours?" he asked.

"Good. Do you want a bite?" Sara teased.

Grissom shook his head. "Sorry, I need more than rabbit food to survive."

Sara nudged Grissom's foot under the table and continued to eat her sandwich. When they finished, Sara carried their dishes to the sink. "Do you want to go watch a movie?" Sara asked, resting her hands on Grissom's shoulders.

"Sure," Grissom spoke.

Grissom braced himself against the table and carefully eased himself out of the chair. With Sara's arm around him, they walked slowly into the living room. Grissom sank into the couch and got comfortable, and Sara rested her body slightly in front of his. Grissom wrapped his arms around her, and they both settled in to watch the movie. "Are you comfortable enough?" Sara asked.

"With you in my arms I'll always be comfortable," Grissom said, kissing the top of her head.

"You've been pretty open these past two days," Sara noted, "not that I'm complaining. That's just different for you."

Grissom smiled. "I like to tell you how I feel about you, it's just that sometimes I have a hard time vocalizing my feelings. You've told me plenty of times that I'm not the most social person, and that is very true."

Sara held onto Grissom's hand and stroked the back of it. "Gil, we've talked about this before. I know you love me, you may not always say it in those words, but you show it all of the time."

"Well, I do love you very much," Grissom spoke, kissing her neck.

"That's a good thing considering we got married yesterday," Sara spoke, trying to lighten up their conversation.

Grissom emitted a small laugh and played along. "We did? Really?" he acted shocked.

Sara reached behind her to poke him in the stomach and then nestled in his arms again. "I love you too," Sara spoke, successfully ending their talk.

Both of them directed their attention back to the movie, enjoying the quiet time they could spend with each other.