Shopping had never been Sara's favorite past time, it hadn't changed since she was in Paris, but what she did was walking along the streets, doing window shopping. Mostly in bookstores. When she checked her watch it was a little bit after three, meant six in the morning in Las Vegas. Nightshift was over, the best time to call Greg.

"Good morning Mister Gossip."

"Hello Misses France, how are you?"

"I'm good. I spent the morning in language school, had a baguette at the Seine, went window shopping and when I sat down and checked my watch, I realized it's time for you to call it a night. Or are you working overtime?"

"We work overtime every day, nights is absolutely understaffed. When will you and Grissom come back?"

"Never, we love Paris."

"Don't break my heart."

"Sorry. How is life treating you beside you're overworked? Is everybody all right?"

"Yes, we're all fine and miss you. How is Paris? When will you invite me over?"

"When you have a week or two off. So we can travel through France and some other countries."

"That will take some time."

"In four or five years?"

"Thanks for destroying my dreams. I don't miss you that much anymore."

"You're a bad liar. What can I send you from Paris? Any special souvenir you're after? A little plastic Eiffel Tower?"

"No, thanks. You can bring breakfast to my bed when I'm over and join me there. Or are you a married woman now?"

"No, I'm not."

"Still not? What's wrong with your fiancé? Why doesn't he pop the question?"

"I don't know, you have to ask him."

"The next time I call you at home, I ask him. If he waits too long a charming French man might come along and catches your heart. French men are very good at flirting and I'm sure you caught already a few eyes. Tell me, do they lavish you with flowers and presents?"

"You're crazy." Sara laughed. It was so good to hear his voice and talk to him.

"A reason why you love me so much."

"Yes I do."

"See, you know the right words, keep them in mind, when I come to Paris, we'll see a priest and you can say these words again, make me the happiest man alive."

"My fiancé won't like this idea."

"Do you like the idea?"

"No."

"Bugger. I was sooo close."

"No, you weren't. But I love you anyway."

"Love you too. Unfortunately I've to go, Hodges makes weird signs, I guess he wants to show me something. Shall I send him special greetings? Tell him you miss him a lot."

"Only if you want me to take back your invitation."

"Never. My lips are sealed."

"Good."

"I call you on Tuesday, if everything works out the way it should, I'll have the day off. Maybe we can meet on Skype and I can see you again. A web cam is better than nothing."

"Sounds good. Send me a text when you're awake and I go online."

"We have a date, Sara Sweetheart."

"We do, gorgeous Greg."

"Gorgeous Greg? I love this woman. Talk to you on Tuesday."

"Au revoir." Sara closed her cell phone. That was good. A short chat with her best friend had always been a highlight of her day. Hopefully he could get a week off very soon, she missed him.

And his crazy ideas. He comes over, they go to a priest and get married. Typically Greg. But one comment was stuck in her head and she had to think this one over. Maybe her best friend wasn't wrong on one thing and at the same time he was absolutely wrong. Sounded strange and complicated? It was. That was her life.

"Is there a special occasion or why do you pick me up?" Grissom kissed Sara. He was surprised to see her in front of the university after he finished his lecturing for the day. It was almost six in the evening and he had looked forward to go home since lunch. Over eight hours away from his fiancé were too much.

"I missed you and thought, it's nice to come here and pick you up. What do you think about dinner? As a start in our weekend."

"Where would you like to eat?"

"While I strolled through the city I found a cute little restaurant with a view to die for that was mentioned in a guide."

"A view to die for? I discover more and more new sides of you."

"Do you like them?"

"A lot. Shall I drive?"

"No, I'm the better driver." She grinned and unlocked the car. "And I know the way."

"Your arguments are as good as usual. Can I hold your hand while you drive us to our dinner place?"

Sara laughed and took his hand. With her automatic car she didn't need her right hand to change gear and could hold his hand. And was there something more romantically than driving through Paris, holding the hand of one you loved? Sara seriously considered to take a little detour, only to hold his hand a little bit longer, which was ridiculous, they could hold hands wherever they wanted, there was no need to hide.

Spontaneous she changed their route and instead of going straight to the Avenue New York, she took them to a trip to Arc de Triomphe. After all, they were tourists and nothing was wrong with doing a little bit of tourist stuff, no matter how often you had seen the famous landmarks already.

"Didn't you say we'll see the Eiffel Tower? This road doesn't go to the Eiffel Tower."

"I'm aware of that."

"And you want a little detour because?"

"Because I like holding your hand in the car, reminds me of our old times in Vegas. Remember? When we shared a car to a crime scene and held hands."

"I can remember sometimes you even kissed me - while you were driving. If a traffic camera had caught us…"

"We had a lovely kiss photo, we had to hide. But a great memory. Although these photos look quite awful most times."

"You can never look awful."

"In the morning, before I had my shower and my time in the bathroom."

"No matter if in the morning, in the evening or in the middle of the night, you're always beautiful."

"You're such a prince charming."

"Shrek? Honey, seriously, we need to get you more occupied, you watch way too much TV. Can't you spend more in the language school?"

"I could but I don't want to. Soon you will have a girlfriend without any knowledge of science or culture, history, other things for adults. Shall we go to a comic shop tomorrow?"

"Seriously?"

"No, I just wanted to see your face."

"Since we're in Paris you like teasing me a lot."

"Well, it's a payback for all the times in Vegas, you played with me, left me with nothing, never answered my questions."

"You don't forget thing, do you?"

"Nothing about you." She bent over and kissed him just when the traffic light turned red and they were at the Arc de Triomphe.