"This place, it's…magical," Sara said, wide-eyed and awestruck. "It's like we're in our own glass bubble."
She was looking up and all around them through the hut's one-way mirrored walls and ceiling, just as the sun peeked through the clouds, providing a little much-needed warmth.
"Yeah?" There was uncertainty in Grissom's voice.
Grinning, she refocused on him. He was watching her tenderly. She pulled her gloves off and stroked her hand to his cheek before moving closer for a kiss on the lips. "It was well worth braving the lung-snapping cold for."
He laughed.
"How's your backside?"
"Not as pretty as yours."
Sara just stared at him, straight-faced, and he shrugged.
"Numb. And remarkably pain-free."
Laughter drifted in from outside, and Sara pulled back just as a group of four ambled in.
Reaching inside her down coat pocket, she retrieved a battered energy bar, tore the wrapper open and broke it in two.
"Emergency supply," she said, giving him half, and then as she bit into hers, "You still cold?"
"Nothing a little body-to-body contact wouldn't remedy."
Glancing at the people nearby, Sara slipped her hand into his and entwined their fingers. "This'll have to do," she said, and held his gaze. "For now."