There are the memories of passion. They are the memories that bring back the feel of a body in to and the pleasure it brings. They are memories of sex and in some cases, love. They are the memories that are body remembers and craves more than our mind. They are the memories of spontaneous actions and the thrill of pleasure. They are the memories that leave a stupid smile on our face whenever we recall them.

I remember being laid in his hotel room. It began with lust, a simple craving my body desired. It turned into love, for me at least. And later, many years later, I can honestly say that it turned into love for both of us. Back then, it was sex. It was fast, it was thrilling, and it felt great. Now, it was love. It was the first moment I felt I loved him. It was what began a sequence of events led by my heart. Most importantly, it was a summer of miracles.

Kara was asleep, and Sara was downloading the video onto her laptop. The computer slowly downloaded the files, and when it finally finished, Sara watched it over and over again. She replayed the look on Catherine's face when Greg handed her the mic during the talk. Saving the file, she closed he laptop and headed to bed, waiting for Grissom to come home.

"GREG!" A battle cry roared through the halls of the lab. Catherine had just got back from her assignment and had a little time to kill. Greg ran. He ran as fast as he could to the roof of the building.

"GREG! I SEE WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" Catherine warned in pursuit. Greg ran faster. Catherine smiled. The roof had no witnesses.

Grissom heard the yelling from behind closed doors in his office. He figured he would follow them, just to make sure Catherine didn't throw the poor guy off the roof. He got there in time to hear a good part of their conversation.

"What the hell was that for? Throwing me in there like that?" Catherine demanded.

Where did Greg throw Catherine? Grissom wondered.

"Well, Kara wanted all of us to answer the question and I thought that might be a good time…"

"Good time my ass, you know very well that Kara would be just as happy if you just answered the question."

This had something to do with Kara?

"Well, it seemed fitting; you have Lindsey after all…"

"And I'm still gonna hit you after all…"

Grissom didn't have time to interfere before he heard a load smack. Greg walked past him supporting a palm shaped red spot on the side of his face.

"Catherine, what was that about?"

"Greg throwing me to the dogs during the talk to Kara."

"What talk?"

"The talk about sex with Sara…"

"Sara slept with you and Greg?" He was utterly confused now. What the hell was going on.

"NO!" Catherine vehemently shook her head. "…with Sara leading her daughter to us. Not a fun discussion if you ask me. Your kid asks too many questions."

It made more sense now. Kind of. Grissom decided he would question Sara about it when he got home.

Hours later, Grissom entered the townhouse, and was greeted by silence. He walked to the master bedroom and heard the shower running. Grissom sat on the bed and waited. Not much later, Sara walked into the bathroom wearing only a towel.

"Hey." She said, walking over to the laptop on the desk.

"Hey, I heard you and Kara had some fun in the lab today." Grissom said while trying not to show how aroused he was.

"Yah, here watch this, it's funny." Sara pointed to the computer screen.

Grissom watched. He watched and tried to pay no attention to the basically naked woman looking over his shoulder. Tried.

When the video ended, he laughed. It finally made sense why Catherine was so pissed at Greg.

"Where's Kara?"

"At school already."

That meant the house was empty…

"So we're alone?" Grissom asked, trying and failing at hiding the bulge in his pants.

Sara caught on. "Yes, all alone."

Before Sara could do much more, Grissom kissed her. Kissed her hard and passionately. She returned it, and being a multitasker, she unbuckled his belt at the same time.

There weren't many words. There was a flurry of flying cloths and a towel, but not many words. There was a gasp when Grissom's hard erection entered her and moans when he touched her, though no words. It was fast. Grissom thrust into her, fast and easy. Sara bucked her hips in time with him. And the few words that were said were each other's names, screamed when they reached a climax together. There weren't many words, but neither complained.

A/N Yup, semi smut that wasn't really smut. Maybe I'll work some in later... Don't forget to review, it makes the world of fanfiction a better place.