In case you didn't already know…I don't own CSI. I'm not even sure I want to claim ownership of this story.

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"Hey, Grissom, you got a minute?" Sara asked.

"For you?"

"No. I'm asking for Greg. Yeah, for me."

He gave her a half smile. "Can you walk and talk? I was just on my way out."

"Sure."

They walked side by side out of the building. Sara remained silent as she watched Grissom toss his things into his car. He turned to look at her expectantly. "What did you need, Sara?"

"You know, I'll just talk to you tomorrow. You're ready to go home and I don't want to delay you."

He eyed her suspiciously for a second and then said, "Hop in."

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Hop in. We'll go for breakfast…my treat."

"I, uh…"

"Come on, Sidle." He gently grabbed her elbow and led her around to the passenger side. He opened the door for her and she reluctantly took the seat. He ambled back around to the driver's side and got behind the wheel. He gave her a sideways glance and asked, "Where would you like to go?"

"It's your idea."

"After that hamburger thing you're gonna trust me with picking a place to eat?"

"Well, I always figured you for the kind of guy who learns from his mistakes," she replied, letting a small smirk form on her lips.

"Okay, but I don't want to hear any complaints."

"Me? Complain? Never."

"We'll see."

Fifteen minutes later the car pulled to a stop in front of Grissom's townhouse. Grissom turned off the engine and turned to look at Sara, who had a very confused look on her face.

"Come on, let's got inside and eat."

Sara turned to look at him. "Here?"

Grissom looked at his house and then back at her. "Yeah."

"This is your house, Grissom."

"Very observant, Miss Sidle."

"I thought we were going to a diner or something."

"Would you rather go to a diner?"

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable at a diner? I know you love your privacy. I'm sure you don't want me in your personal space."

He gave her a funny look and then let a smirk form. "I hate to tell you this, but you've been getting in my personal space for years."

"Oh, I…uh, thought you never noticed."

"How could I not notice?"

"You never said anything to me. You never told me to stop."

"Maybe I never wanted you to stop."

"Why did you never want to take it a step further?"

"What did you want me to do? Jump you at work?"

"I can't believe you just said that."

"You're not the only one."

"Grissom…"

"Why don't we move this conversation inside? We can eat and talk."

"Lead the way."