Ok, so I seem to be in a sequel frame of mind. Oh well.

Summary: Second steps is shockingly enough the sequel to First steps, so maybe the title doesn't describe the story, but what else are you going to call something which comes as a second 2 first steps. Continues from the same place the other left off. Ok a little bit later, you can imagine what happened in between for yourself. Just some general GSR fluff, I'm sure something will happen, will alter the summary when I know what, until then just some GSR fluff, I love writing about early in the relationship for some reason. No idea what's going to happen. Just wanted to carry on with this story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, by the middle of this story I will own nothing, or by the end. Should that change I will let you know, but not going to but something you already know at the beginning of each chapter.

That sounds really mean to people who do but I didn't mean it that way.

I might just shut up and get on with the story now.

Sara awoke a few hours later, to the feel of Gil Grissom placing a kiss on her temple. As her brain began working again she realised she was laying in his arms. She didn't want to open her eyes for fear it was all just another dream. She became aware of Grissom watching her but still refused to open her eyes. He placed another kiss at her temple before speaking.

"Sweetie, I know you're awake. You can open your eyes." Sara still didn't open her eyes.

"You called me sweetie." She stated, eyes still closed. Grissom was silent for a minute.

"Yes, I did."

"Good." She muttered as she finally opened her eyes to see those of Grissom looking back at her. "Is this real?" She asked, knowing it sounded stupid but needing clarification.

She saw doubt flit across Grissom's face quickly. "I don't know. I certainly hope so." Sara smiled gently at him.

"Good date earlier. I'm surprised you managed to find somewhere that nice which opened on a lunchtime."

"You know everything in Vegas is 24-hours." He teased her before speaking again, his voice soft and gentle. "I love waking up with you in my arms."

Sara looked slightly confused but still smiled at his comment. "How do you know you love it for definite? This is the first time."

"No it isn't. Our first kiss. We fell asleep afterwards, on your couch I believe." Sara smiled, she definitely remembered the kiss, she had forgotten about waking up that morning with him.

"Remember now. I'd forgotten it before."

"You'd forgotten?" He asked, incredulous.

"I hadn't forgotten the kiss, I'd just forgotten afterwards."

"Assuming you haven't forgotten what happened after our second major kiss."

"How could I ever forget that?" She asked. "It was only a few hours ago."

A faint blush rose on Grissom's cheek as he thought back to then. Sara laughed slightly at the colour in his cheeks. A moment later Sara also blushed as she noticed Grissom casting an approving over her figure. She quickly pulled the covers up around her as she suddenly realised that she was still not wearing anything. "Spoilsport" Grissom muttered quietly in her ear. She smiled and turned around to face him properly. She put her head on one side and looked like she was considering something. She glanced at the clock and frowned slightly.

"No time for a repeat performance before work." Grissom glanced at the clock and realised that she was unfortunately right. He looked back at her.

"Guess we better get up then."

Sara was still looking thoughtful. She reached up and toyed with Grissom's curls, twirling them around her fingers. "We could always shower together though." Grissom grinned and let her lead him into the bathroom.

Grissom reluctantly left her after their combined shower, needing to go get changed. He agreed to meet her at work, they would need to drive together separately. On his drive into work his mind was racing with more questions. Would she agree to out with him again? Where would he take her? Would she enjoy it? Did they have a future? Did she still like him? Did she regret last night?

The few answers he managed to come up with only generated more questions. The questions which clouded his mind grew darker and darker moving from the realms of next time to would there be a next time and whether she would regret what had happened. He forced these questions from his mind as he pulled up. If she agreed to go out with him again then he knew that most of his questions would be answered, if she said yes then it obviously meant that she had not disliked the first date nor regretted afterwards.

He walked into the CSI building and after dropping his coat in the locker room he went to the break room. Not his office where he usually went, he wanted to see if Sara was there, and if so he wanted to see her. He entered and saw her sat nervously at the table, the only one in so far. She looked up when she heard him enter, their eyes met and Grissom knew that she had been asking herself the same questions. And that the only thing she regretted was that it had taken them this long to get there act together and sort themselves out. A broad grin spread across his face as a smile spread across hers. They simply stood there smiling at each other like idiots for a few minutes until they heard the sound of Nick coming up behind them.

Grissom quickly walked over to the coffee machine and poured himself a coffee. He smiled quickly at Sara and nodded to Nick as he headed out of the room to his office.

Nick came and sat beside Sara. "Was Grissom just talking to you?"

"No, he just got a coffee and walked out again."

"Shame, he looked different today, wondered if you knew why." Sara instantly became alert, was it that obvious or had she missed something? With a acted casual air she began speaking to Nick again.

"Looks different, how?"

"I don't know ... he just looks ... happier, I suppose."

Sara was saved from having to think of a reply by Warrick coming in. "Hey guys."

"Hey man" "Hi Warr."

"You guys seen Grissom this morning?" Sara was fast becoming exasperated with Grissom, couldn't he act like nothing had happened. She suddenly felt something like guilt running through her at the thought, how could she ask that? Things had altered they had both taken a leap, and so far it was working out well. She knew that she was happier today and yesterday than she had for ages before. She was just hiding it better. Warrick was now looking at her, seeing her thoughtful expression, she quickly covered it by answering him.

"He came in to get coffee and went out again. We only saw him for a few moments, he didn't say anything. Why?"

"I passed him in the corridor. He's grinning like a Cheshire cat and muttering something about restaurants." Sara tried to hide a smile, she found it even harder when Nick came up with a suggestion.

"Hey, do you reckon he's going out with someone?"

"Grissom? Nah, that's got to happen what ... every 3 years?"

"Well, I don't know he was pretty happy yesterday and today he can't stop grinning. He could have asked her yesterday and ... you know ... afterwards."

Sara had just regained her composure but almost lost it again when Nick finished speaking, Warrick opened his mouth to ask Sara what she thought just as Catherine walked in. Nick spoke up.

"Hey Cath, you'd know. Any idea if Griss had a date yesterday?"

Catherine immediately brightened up, "Why what did he say to who? He refused to tell me anything during shift last night."

"Didn't say anything, he's just going about muttering about restaurants and can't stop grinning." Nick answered. Warrick stepped in.

"Yeah Nicky's convinced he had a date and "...you know'd ..." afterwards." He said, making it obvious that he found Nick's phrasing funny.

Nick held up his hands, "Hey don't blame me for the phrasing. I just didn't want you to get a mental image, thought I better play it safe." He laughed at Warrick's face as did the rest of them. Warrick hit Nick around the head.

"Thanks man, now I do have a mental image."

Nick instantly grimaced as he too got a mental image, Catherine shook her head as if to clear her head as well and Warrick was muttering something about Nick getting the next decomp for putting that image in his head. Sara had gone slightly pink and was keeping her head facing downwards, she was remembering it and was having a hard time fighting the smile which was threatening to appear on her face.

Greg walked in and spotted everyone. "What's up? We got a decomp today or something?" Warrick glared at him.

"Worse. Mental image. Grissom having sex."

"Eurggghhh!" Greg screamed. After a few moments they all seemed to have regained some composure and Greg carried on speaking.

"I didn't even know he had it in him. I mean ... eww ... has anyone asked Grissom about it yet?"

"Asked me what?"