"Don't move."
Sara froze, then swivelled her head all round her, checking for the source of his command. "What? What is it?"
"Nothing," he said, pulling off a glove and reaching inside his jacket pocket for his cell. "I just want to take a picture of you before we go."
Sara pulled a face, but stayed put anyway and checked her beanie was on straight.
Grissom took a few steps back, eyes steadfast on the cell as he tapped the screen. "Don't move. The light's perfect where you are."
Sara rolled her eyes, and he lined up a shot of her in front of the mirror-box warming hut.
"Smile!"
His giddy tone made her laugh, and grinning he took the photograph.
"Would you like me to take a picture of the two of you together?"
Grissom turned toward the voice with a start. "Would you?" he asked, immediately holding out his phone to the woman. "That'd be great. Thank you."
Grissom jogged back over to Sara, and draping his arm tightly, lovingly, around her shoulders smiled proudly.
It was another photograph to add to his ever-growing collection, a collection started in San Francisco way back when.