Paris. City of love, the perfect place for all love birds, no matter if freshly in love or married for several decades. Capitol of France, for many people the capitol of fashion and good food. For Sara and Grissom their new home. A new home of time, but for the next year or so, they'd live here. Grissom got a guest lecturing job at Sorbonne and Sara decided she wanted to go with him to France instead of staying in Costa Rica. They had been twice apart, she didn't want this a third time. As his fiancé she got a visa, wasn't allowed to work, but she was still sick and tired of her profession and looked forward to live in the day, spend a lot of time with her husband and discover Paris. And maybe she'd discover new interests as well.
Their apartment was tiny compared to his condo in Las Vegas, but for the time they were here, it was enough and it was furnished. From their balcony they overlooked a small park, the perfect place for breakfasts together. Or dinner. Or just sitting here and reading a book. A real book, not a science magazine or anything related to law enforcement. Yes, Sara started to read novels to entertain herself and she found out, even when she saw a few mistakes when police work was described, it was fun to read a story, she didn't have to think too much for. Not to forget there were plenty of old classics she wanted to read or re-read.
"Bonjour mom coeur, ca va?" Grissom stepped on the balcony and kissed his wife. He loved coming back to their apartment and find her there, waiting for him. It was the perfect end of every work day.
"Ca va bien, et toi?" After she had nothing more to do than improving her French, she wasn't too bad, considered the fact they lived here for less than a month. Every morning when he left to go to Sorbonne, she went to a language school for four hours and made very good progress. In a few weeks she wanted to buy her first French novel. In a bookstore she found books written for language students.
"How was school? Do I have to check on your homework? When you did it and I can't find any mistakes, you might get a golden star. Greg told me, you liked them as a child."
"The next time I call Vegas and talk to Mister Gossip, I will give him some trouble for telling you things, that aren't your business. To get back to your questions: my day was good, we pretended to go shopping today and had to buy various items from our teacher. He wasn't nice and made me struggle a couple of times. My homework is done and you better keep your hands off it." He taught in English and his French was - so far - not that good.
"You don't trust me?" He sat down, pulled her on his lap.
"I trust you but not your…talent in foreign languages other than Latin. My French is much better than yours."
"Just because you've got two hours of French more than I have, it doesn't mean you know much more." He had French lessons at the university. Even when the courses he held were in English and an interpreter helped students out with the most difficult words, he wanted to improve his French to have conversations - and read magazine in French.
"You can't stand it when I win, can you? As the supervisor you have to be the best and your inferior can't beat you. Not good for your ego."
"You aren't an inferior, you're my fiancé. I can see the evidence for that." He turned the engagement ring around her left ring finger. Two months ago he bought it in Costa Rica, only to make it clear, he was serious about their relationship and show the world, this wonderful woman was taken. She was his and he was hers.
"That's the reason why I came with you to Paris. To be with my fiancé."
"I like to be your reason."
"You are…and Paris, France, Europe…you know, while you're at the university, lecturing, I could use your money and travel around the continent. There are so many interesting things to do and see. Rome, Greece, explore London, see the highlands of Scotland, the evergreen meadows of Ireland…" The rest of her sentence was washed away by a kiss, that made her forget all the exciting things she could see. They were great, they drew millions of visitor to them each year and yet, they were nothing compared to her fiancé, whom she had to leave behind in Paris to explore the continent. Why would she do that? Why would she leave him here alone to see architectural and natural wonders? His kisses were more important than seeing all this. A few more months and he had a few days off, they could travel together. Famous landmarks and his kisses. Just picture this: them at Stonehenge, the sun rises and his lips on hers. Perfect.