She hid it.

She knew he loved it. But still.

They were going to the lake. For a week. He was going to want it.

She wouldn't help him find it.

"Sara?"
"Yes hon?"

"Have you seen it?"

"Uh…no…?"

That confused look made her smile.

And a determined Grissom will look everywhere.

The last bag packed, she turned around.

He looked as if he'd just won an international chess tournament.

She looked as if she'd just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

He found it.

He loved it.

But still.

In one word, that hat…

Dork.