Grissom closed the door quietly, knowing full well his wife and daughters would be asleep. After kicking off his shoes and hanging his coat up on the back of the door, he headed down the stairs to grab something to eat but was stopped in his tracks when he noticed Sara wrapped in a blanket on the couch, her feet were propped up on the coffee table and both her arms were outstretched, curled round both their daughters. He drank in the sweetness of the moment before spooning a plate of leftover tea into a bowl and tucking in. He was unaware of the movement on the couch and the soft padding of footsteps until a breathy voice whispered in his ear, "You're late." Smiling deeply, Grissom set his bowl down on the counter and turned to Sara, wrapping his arms around her slight frame and kissing her full on the lips, "I know, I got caught up with god only knows how much paperwork and Nick asked me to help out with his DB." The expression on her face was hurt, but the teasing in her tone was evident, "You left your wife waiting at home, alone for paperwork?" They laughed quietly before sharing another kiss and carrying both children to their rooms. Later that night, fully sated and in each others' arms, Grissom and Sara nodded off to sleep.
***
When Sara walked into the kitchen on Saturday morning, Isabelle and Holly were curled up on the floor with Hank watching TV. She greeted them both with a kiss, when they ran into her arms and made them their special breakfast; pancakes with chocolate. When her husband finally emerged from the bedroom, they had made their way through two rounds of breakfast with the evidence displayed on their faces. Grissom cleaned the leftovers from the girls' mouths before kissing it off Sara's, out of sight of their daughters. "So, I was thinking, seeing as though it's a Saturday and the girls don't have dancing; we could go out for dinner. There's a beautiful little place Catherine visited last week, they have the best steak cobbler and it's dirt cheap-" Grissom raised an eyebrow at her, "Sorry, I'm babbling again aren't I?" they both laughed and Sara loaded the dishwasher whilst Grissom went to bathe the kids.
***
After parking the Tahoe in the lot, the four Grissoms headed inside for dinner. The perky hostess led them to a booth and took their drinks orders, leaving them with food menus. "Belle, please stop staring at people, it's rude," Sara scolded her youngest daughter gently and thanked the waitress who handed them two teas and two cartons of juice. After taking their order, the waitress handed Isabelle and Holly a drawing pack to keep them occupied. "Mommy, why were you and Daddy jumping on the bed last night?" Holly asked innocently, her eyes never leaving the picture she was avidly colouring in. Sara's eyes widened with horror and her cheeks flushed a bright red before she turned to Grissom, silently seeking his help. His cheeks were equally coloured, but he smiled as he answered "Holly, yesterday was a difficult day for me, so your Mommy decided to make it all better," he kept his eyes on Sara's and she laughed gently. "I'm gonna um... go to the bathroom, girls do you need to come with?" she took their incoherent mumbles as a no and left, still smiling.
***
"Hey, Gris!" Grissom stopped just outside his office to face the young lab tech who was practically bounding toward him, "Got your results on the Johnson case," Just as Grissom was about to enter his office, Greg spoke again, "Boss, how are things with you and Sara? I mean, you know with two kids you can't be getting much," Grissom's eyebrow was raised uncomfortable with the way this was going, "I'm just saying if you wanted to treat her to a night out I'd be happy to take the kids, I'm great with my niece." Grissom thought for a second, Greg was actually right, the girls loved him and he hadn't been alone with Sara for at least two months. "You know, Greg that actually might not be a bad idea, thanks," he flashed a crooked smile before dialling home. On the third ring, a sweet voice travelled down the line,
"Hello?"
"Hey sweetie, it's Daddy! Is Mommy there?"
"Daddy! Yeah, I'll just get her," Grissom could hear the receiver being put down on the end table and Holly's voice calling Sara.
After a rustling, she picked up, "Hey," he could almost hear the smile in her voice, "We're making cookies and the kitchen is kind of in permanent supervision so can you make it quick?"
"Sara, I'm taking you out tonight, just us. Greg's looking after the kids,"
"Really? Sounds like somebody wants to score," they both laughed, "I'll be ready for six?"
"I'll be home in about two hours so yeah. I love you."
"I love you too," and with that they both hung up their phones, huge smiles lighting up their faces.
***
When Gil arrived home, Sara was ready and waiting, dressed in a tight fitting, silk dress that stopped short of her knees, accentuating her legs even more. Her eyes were smoky and her lips a rich red, Grissom had to remember to close his mouth. She was sipping a glass of red wine, but her eyes were fixed on his over the top of the rim. He cleared his throat, "You look beautiful," she blushed and left her glass in the sink. He figured this was his cue to get ready.
Fifteen minutes later, after showering, trimming his beard and slipping into his favourite suit, he entered the hallway, where Sara was chatting to Greg. Her eyes met his for a second before she turned back to Greg, "Thanks for doing this Greg, we really appreciate it," Greg smiled, setting Isabelle down on the floor and leaned in closer to Sara, "I've booked you a room at the Bellagio if you decide not to come home early," and with a wink at her, he nodded bye to the couple.
The restaurant was quaint, but fancy and they were greeted by a tanned host, donned in a penguin suit who offered them a complementary bottle of expensive wine, which Sara took eagerly.
Their conversation was pretty routine; work, kids, Christmas presents and other daily things. The meal was exquisite and dessert equally beautiful. When Gil asked for the cheque, Sara eyed him with such lust he thought they would have to dawdle leaving their places because he was failing to fight his body's reaction to her.
***
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Grissom pressed Sara against the mirrored wall. His lips crushed hers, releasing hours of pent up passion. When the bell sounded through the small space, they broke apart gasping just in time for an elderly couple to miss their heated make out session.
The walk to their room was fast paced and Grissom struggled with the key card until Sara took it from him and slid it through easy, flashing him a mocking smile. He dragged her inside, sliding her coat off her shoulders and guiding her toward the king-sized bed. She was already done with his buttons by the time he had her sat in front of him and in no time at all they were both naked and very excited. She ran her tongue over her lips ever so slowly and he practically pounced on her before making love to her, their bodies moving in a symmetrical slow dance, connecting in a way that was rooted deep from their souls.