Dear readers,

I hope you are all having an awesome day. It is Monday night here ( I am guessing Monday morning there).

~8~

The floor under them moved smoothly. In certain sections the floor also twirled, and in some places it portrayed wave-like motions. This made it very difficult to test the walls for a secret door. Sara held tight to Grissom's arm, afraid that if she let go then she would be cast onto the spinning floor.

"Hold on to me," Grissom instructed her.

'You don't have to tell me twice,' she thought as she tightened her grip on his arm.

They walked along the wall, struggled to walk is more correct, and Grissom tried each metal panel. Finally one slid open and he dragged Sara into the opening. This new room was dark, but Sara still had the light and turned it on. The room they were in now looked like a hospital room located in an insane asylum.

"Just as creepy without actors," Sara observed, shining her light onto a stretcher that was positioned in the middle of the room.

Grissom took Sara's arm. "There's a door," he said pointing to an exit sign.

They hurried over to it, tried it, but it was locked. Sara kicked the door and let out a shriek - she wanted to go home.

"I'm tired of this," she pouted, kicking the door again. "I want to go home, get a sandwich, and sit down on my couch."

Grissom pulled her to him and she didn't struggle. Instead, she let herself enjoy the warmth of him. She inhaled his scent and for a moment, they weren't locked in a funhouse but were safe in his townhouse. She ached for those moments, but she could never tell him so. She was too embarrassed to be proven wrong.

"We'll get out of this," he said.

Sara sniffled into his shirt. "I hope so," she said. "but of all the people to be locked in here with, I am glad it's you."

Grissom smiled at her. "Are you hitting on me?" he asked.

Sara felt blush creep into her cheeks. "Of all the funhouses in all the world-" she started.

Grissom laughed and pulled her closer to him. "Not really the most romantic place," he observed.

Slowly, their lips came closer. There was something about the adrenaline of the moment that was stirring sexual tension between them. She had always found him sexy. She loved the grey hair at his temples and the crows feet around his eyes.

"Better than your office," she joked at him.

Grissom chuckled as he slid his hand into her hair. "Baby, I know a better place than that," he whispered.

~8~

The drama that was unfolding around him faded into the background. He was holding Sara again. It had been all he wanted for months now and he was so glad that he had sweet release. He looked down into her eyes - as best he could because it was dark - and brushed a finger over her cheek.

"Would this be the wrong moment to kiss you?" he asked.

Sara snickered at him. "No," she answered, pulling his head down and pressing her lips firmly to his.

Her lips still tasted the same - a combination of sweet and salty. He slipped his tongue between her lips and touched hers lightly with his. He had missed her so much.

Bright light suddenly filled the room and they broke their kiss to look around them. There was another door to their left and they hurried over to it. It too was locked, but Grissom spotted a drainage cover in the middle of the room.

"I guess you can't be picky," he said as he walked over to it.

It wasn't bolted into the floor, but simply slid into place. They lifted it off and tossed it aside. Sara shined the light down into the depths to see where it went.

"It doesn't go too far down," she said, turning the light off and slipping the small light into her pocket. "Hold my hands."

"I should go first," Grissom said as he took her hands.

"But I couldn't pull you back up," she replied, kissing his nose. "Work smarter not harder."

He lowered her down and soon her feet hit the ground. She pulled her light out and shined it around. It looked as if she were underneath the attraction. All around her were large machines.

"It's the basement!" she called up. "Come on."

He readied himself to lower his body, but the sound of the exit being unlocked caught his attention. He was unsure of whether to hide and cover the hole Sara was in or to follow her. Quickly he slid the cover over the hole and looked at Sara through the cracks.

~8~

As Grissom slid the cover into place, Sara panicked. She jumped up, trying to gripp a ledge to hold onto, but she was too far down.

"What are you doing!" she whispered. "Come on!"

The door opened above her and she turned her light off. She heard the unmistakable clicking of the barker's shiny black shoes hitting the faux-tile floor.

"Ah," the barker said when he saw Grissom. "We've been looking everywhere for you. Where is your lady friend?"

Grissom played the part. "Around I guess," he said.

"I see you made your way in here," the barker said. "we don't use this room very much."

Sara could see Grissom through the slits in the grate, but she couldn't see the barker. Something about the barker scared her. He had a cocky air about him. Like a man who thought that he could get away with murder.

"Yeah, where do you get all props?" Grissom asked.

Sara looked around the basement, widening her eyes with hopes to develop cat-like vision. There was nothing but machinary in her way. She clicked on her light and shielded it with her hand.

She heard a thud above her and hurried back over to peer out of the grate, but she could no longer see Grissom. He wouldn't leave her down there alone.

"Find the woman," the barker's voice said.

There was a gruffy response.

"I don't care how you find her or what you do with her after, just find her and bring her to me!"

~8~

Well, I am going to turn in early tonight kids. lease review, the make me smile.