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.