Thank you again for reading and/or reviewing. I'm glad everyone seems to be enjoying my story. This chapter is going to help move things along. Mind you it's not as long as others, but it fills in the space nicely. I almost wasn't going to write this tonight. I'm just beat today. Thank god it's Friday! Haha Gotta love college. Hope you enjoy this and I'm going to start writing the next chapter right now. Expect to see it sometime tomorrow. Ciao for now. Amy

Seconds anyone?

The clock's digital numbers were shadowing red on Sara's face, screaming 11 o'clock. Not but five minutes later was her cell phone ringing. A frustrated, "Argggg," was all that was heard. Groggily, she opened an eye to glance at her clock. A little sleepy still, yet alert enough to know her phone was ringing; she slowly picked it up to eye the caller display. Her grogginess was quickly replaced by one of urgency and utter happiness.

"Hey," she answered into the phone with a cheerful tone.

"I didn't wake you did I?" he asked concerned.

"No, no of course not... well yeah, you did, but seeing it's 11, I think I should get up. Thanks."

"For?"

"Being my wakeup call," she said with a giggle escaping her lips.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke. "Listen, I was thinking, maybe we should have dinner again tonight. What do you think?"

"We have to work tonight."

"I haven't forgotten."

Although dinner would be much shorter this time, I was still happy to spend time with him. "Sure."

"Yeah?" he asked with a bit of surprise.

"Yeah."

"Come to my place around five?"

"I'll see you then," I said just before I hung up. Looking back at the clock I realized I had just under six hours. I was enjoying where we were heading. I had a fantastic time with him last night. I was beginning to wonder if he planned for it to happen. Rarely do we have days off together, but there we were last night, together. Our jobs did not have any restrictions for us. Last night it was just Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle.



With a bit of bounce in her step she climbed out of bed and into the bathroom. She happened to glance in the mirror and barely recognized the woman looking back at her. She was... happy. Her features were soft and she looked well rested. Soon she looked away and continued her journey to her shower, turning it on. She quickly undressed as the shower warmed.

Stepping into his shower, Grissom couldn't help but smile as Sara Sidle drifted into his mind. In less than six hours he would be having dinner with her again. Yesterday was perfect. Neither one thought of lab rules and regulations; they were simply there to enjoy one another's company. There was so much more to Sara than he realized before. She had many questions. It reminded him of the girl in the front row with her hair in a ponytail, paying attention to every detail as he discussed Entomology and it's relation to Forensics. She was eager for knowledge then just as she was now; always thriving on new information. Sara, in many ways, was just like Grissom. Perhaps that was the reason for the attraction, his need for someone to understand him, someone who wouldn't judge him. Like a brick wall, realization struck him. At that moment Grissom was never surer in his life, Sara was the woman he needed. Satisfied, he stepped out of the shower. Wrapping himself in a towel, he walked to his closet to dress for work.

Finally washed up, Sara stepped out of the shower wrapping a white cotton towel around her body. Once again she approached her mirror wiping it clean of steam. While her thoughts returned to Grissom, Sara's normal routine was easily completed on autopilot. I'm meeting him at his home. Are we eating there? Or are we leaving from there together? Catherine had mentioned before that he could cook. Pulling herself from her thoughts, Sara now found herself, at 4 o'clock, standing in her bedroom staring into her full length mirror. Though she was dressed in work attire there was something about her that would make any man look twice. Perfect. Half an hour later, she walked to her front door, slipped on her shoes, grabbed her cell phone and car keys, and headed toward her next destination.

I'm sure some of you are happy to finally get some insight into Grissom's thoughts. Seeing how I never cover them. And for that the explanation is simple, Grissom is well Grissom. Rarely do we ever know what he is thinking. I'm just trying to fit my story the best I can to their personalities. Hope you are enjoying this so far.