Sara just shook her head as Grissom tried to compose himself.
"I'm...sorry..." He sputtered. "Your...WHAT?"
"Love Spoons." Sara sighed and shuffled her feet.
"What...are...love spoons?" He asked, still struggling to get it together.
"It started when I came to Las Vegas." She sighed heavily. "You took me out to New York, New York, to ride the Manhattan Express."
"And we got ice cream." Grissom nodded. "Talked about Holly's case." He added softly.
"Yeah." Sara stared at the floor. "You asked me to throw your cup away so you could ride the coaster again, and I kind of..." Her face suddenly reddened.
"Saved my spoon?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah." Sara whispered and lifted her gaze to the wall.
"So then you started stealing my spoons?" He grinned, waving the ladle at her.
"Each spoon means something." Sara sighed and snatched the ladle out of his hands.
She flipped the ladle upside down and showed the bottom to Grissom.
"12-25-06" He read the date, written in sharpie, out loud.
"We made cider on our first Christmas together." She smiled and sat down if front of the box and started searching through the spoons.
A/N - So what are we thinking about this drabble? I thought it would be fun to do something light hearted... Reviews let me know what you're thinking...