A/N: I'm working on correcting this story. Bear with me…

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or anything else mentioned in this story.

I've never felt so many emotions at once; A mixture of joy, relief and sadness.

Let me take you back a little while so you know what I'm talking about.

I guess it all started when Grissom asked me to accompany him to New York.

He walked into the break room in search of coffee. The dark liquid seemed to be what everyone in the lab ran on, instead of normal engery.

"You like winter, right?" He asked, his amazingly perfect blue eyes full of hope.

Really, I wasn't paying any attention to him. I was rather interested by my new issue of Science Monthly; Not a big surprise there, right?

Just to make him leave me alone I nodded. After finishing the paragraph I had been reading, I sensed he was still in the room.

I glanced up and saw him smiling at me.

"Okay, see you this weekend," He smiled, leaving me to ponder what in the hell I had gotten myself into.

Saturday Morning

Knock. Knock knock. Knock-knock knock-knock-knock.

I awoke to the sound of someone thumping on my door. And I do mean thumping. Great, just what I wanted; Early morning company.

Groaning, I climbed out of my bed and stumbled to the door; Of course, I tripped over various items. Shoes, clothes, pretty much just things I forgot or was too tired to put away.

As I reached for the door knob, I glanced at the clock hanging above my fridge.

It took my eyes a moment to adjust before I could read it. 6:00! Who goes anywhere at 6:00!

I flung open the door and couldn't believe what I saw.

"Hey! Still in your pajamas?" Grissom inquired.

Oh hell no.

He was dressed in dark jeans, not quite blue but not black. A blue button up shirt was a nice change from the clothes he wore to the lab. He looked nice.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, glancing down at my pajamas.

Most women wear teddies or something sexy like that to sleep in; What I was wearing would make them frown in disgust. The pajamas I was wearing consisted of a pair of hole filled pants and a shirt that had seen much better days.

Grissom smiled, amused by how I looked in the morning. How the hell could he smile at six in the morning? I could barely stand up!

"Don't you remember? I told you I'd see you this weekend," He finished with a slightly disappointed frown.

Damn. I should know by now to listen when Griss talks. It's either something I should know or something I will need to know later.

This was both.

I tried to wake myself up so I could try and figure what he had said that day, but see, I have this coffee thing. I've been addicted to it for so long that my body doesn't want to think it is awake until I've had a few cups. Like two. Or ten.

"Erm, what did you have planned?"

Grissom looked anxiously at his watch, then back up at me. Did he honestly expect me to know what he had been talking about?

I tap my foot expectantly on the hardwood floor, awaiting an answer. He had seen that look on my face before; The look that said, "Answer me or face my wrath."

"Well, pack your bags. We have to be at the airport in half an hour," He replied, carefully choosing his words.

Airport? I really didn't like the sound of this.

The ride to the airport had been less than fun; Grissom wouldn't give me any information about where we were going or why we were going there. And it took almost an hour just to get on the plane.

He, of course, had blamed me for not listening. How was I supposed to know that we were going on some sort of trip?

Once we finally boarded the plane, you can imagine my confusion. Not knowing where we were going or what we were doing was a little perplexing, especially with Grissom at the knowing end of the stick.

He had covered my ears anytime an announcement came over the P.A., which thoroughly pissed me off. He had no right to do such a thing. I had every right to hear what the captain was saying. What if it were am emergency?

"Griss, where are we going? And why won't you let me listen to the announcements?"

He just smiled and put his headphones on, listening to what I assumed was Mozart. He knew it pissed me off to be ignored.

But I wasn't going to let on; For some reason this felt like a game. And I couldn't let him win.

After nearly two hours of looking out my window, I was bored. The movie the plane was showing was Finding Nemo; Wow. My excitement was through the roof.

"Griss?" I asked.

No answer.

"Okay, ignoring me is not funny. Come on, I'm bored!"

Still no answer.

Well, when all else falls, poke them. I learned that on a very long car ride when I was a kid; It always works.

With my right index finger, I poked him as hard as I could in the arm, causing him to yelp. And warranting looks from the people in the surrounding seats.

"What the hell was that for!" He insisted, rubbing at the spot on his arm.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Just then a flight attendant walked by, shooting me a glare. I quieted my hysterical laughs to small giggles.

"Oh, you find poking people funny," He smirked. Now he was amused by the poking. I swear, this man's emotions are like a roller coaster; One moment he's pissed and the next he's smiling.

Nodding, I smiled.

It wasn't often Grissom smiled. I knew that it was very rare to see a grin on the aged Entomologist's face and it was my job to keep it there for as long as possible.

"Where are we going?" I smiled.

"You'll see when we get there."

I turned back to my window in defeat. But as cloud after cloud passed, I had to laugh at yet another of one of my ideas.

"Are we there yet?" I asked, giggling hysterically.

Grissom looked me right in the eye, but didn't say anything. His smile faded but I could see it was still near the surface.

Well, I was no longer bored. My new goal was to annoy him. That's was he gets for waking me up at six o'clock in the damn morning.

"Ooh, Mr. Boss Man isn't amused."

No response from Bugman yet. Did he really think he could just ignore me the entire flight?

"Griss?"

"What?"

"Where are we going?" I asked once again. That question really seems to set people off. Hmm, I don't know why.

After a world-heavy sigh, Grissom turned to me. He took longer than most to answer, but usually his answers were worth waiting for. Or so I thought.

"Sara?"

'Yes, finally an answer!' Something in the back of my mind screamed.

"Yes? Are you going to answer me? Where are we going?"

"Shut up."

Oh. Not exactly the answer I was hoping for.

"Bugman getting mad?" I asked in a baby talk voice. This was becoming more and more fun.

"Sara, put your headphones on and watch the movie," He replied in the same tone, like a father instructing his daughter to behave.

Okay, I don't know which was funnier; The fact that Grissom was watching a movie intended for five year olds or the fact that he was joining in my game.

I mock angrily crossed my arms over my chest and began to sigh like a teenager who couldn't get their way. Sigh after sigh, I could see out of the corner of my eyes that he was not finding my routine amusing.

"Sara, I'm serious, shut up."

Trust me, I would have, but I was tired and when I'm tired, I become stupid and the slightest things entertain me.

He should know that I'm not the easiest person to go anywhere with; Long rides aren't my thing. And neither are long plane rides to unknown destinations.

"Do you really eat bugs?" I blurted suddenly. The rumor had been going around the lab for years and no one had the guts to ask him. Until now, that is.

Grissom shrugged, a smile once again crossing his face; I took that to mean yes.

"Ew! You're sick!"

He laughed and turned to me once again, his blue eyes staring directly into mine. His piercing blue gaze took my breath away.

I think that was the first time I ever really realized that I loved him.

In the past I had thought I knew what love was. But really I had been making up my own definition. Something in his gaze seemed to make me realize it.

Now here it was, clear as day. Or a naked person. One or the other; You can choose.

"Please tell me where we're going," I pleaded.

Grissom turned away and focused his eyes on the small television screen that had folded out of the back of the seat in front of him.

"Please?" I tried again.

He smiled, but no answer.

"Please, please, please, please, please, ple—"

Grissom silenced me in a most shocking way.

He kissed me.