A/N: Don't ask where all of these are coming from...cause I can't tell ya. What I'd like to see happen when Sara returns. Grissom's POV
I about knocked him over.
Sorry Nick, but…
Change that. I'm not sorry.
I have to get to the break room.
Stopping at the door, breathless.
There she was.
In jeans and a snug tank top.
Her luscious brown hair tumbled down her shoulders.
Slowly she made her way to me.
And stopped.
She touched my face.
I can't take it.
My turn for a smoldering kiss in the middle of the hall.
Everyone's watching my composure crack and break right in front of them.
For once, I don't care.
My Sara is in my arms.
My Sara is home.
