Sara found his eyes within the crowds of people, locking her own to his. Suddenly the fatigue and exhaustion that came with a double shift and long flight dissipated. He made his way toward her and didn't hesitate before enfolding her in his arms, taking in her sent while nuzzling his nose into her soft hair. She could feel him exhale against her.

"God how I've missed you." She breathed.

"It's only been two weeks." He teased as he pulled back to look into her face, then gently kissed her lips, "But I know." He smiled, showing her that he too, had missed her. He reached for her bag, taking it from her and carrying it as he escorted her out of the airport to the taxi line.

"You really didn't need to come all this way to pick me up."

"Nonsense." He spoke as he slid into the cab beside her and gave the address to the apartment in the next breath.

Shortly after they arrived back in the apartment as Grissom keyed the door open. She walked in and dropped her carryon to the floor. The sun was shinning bright through the double doors that lead to the small balcony. A wonderful aroma filling the air.

"I made dinner before leaving to get you." He started as he made his way back to the kitchen, stirring something on the stove and turning the stover burner back on. A moment later he felt her come up behind him, pressing her body to his own, sliding her hands around his waist. "You must be hungry."

"Looks delicious, thank you—" She spoke as she slid her hands from his waist, up his back, and to his shoulders where she began to message him slowly.

"When's the last time you ate dear?" He asked as he turned around to face her.

She simply shrugged in return, "On the plane."

"Peanuts and crackers don't count." He scolded softly.

She placed her palms flat down against his chest and moved them upward so that her fingers laced together behind his neck.

"You should eat." He tried again.

"Yes, dear." She teased. He looked down at her with his best 'I'm serious, Sara' look that he often gave when it came to her health and physical and mental well being.

"I'm hungry for something a little different at the moment." She spoke as she traced her fingers down his chest to his waist, moving them around to his back and then slowly slipping them beneath his jeans. She pulled him flesh against her and kissed him deeply until she felt a small moan escape him.

As much as he tried to seem as if he was above men who had little to no self control when it came to sex—he wasn't. He gave in at the slightest touch from her and she knew it. She reached behind him and turned off the stove and looked up at him with a pursed lipped smile. His eyes softened at the sight of her.

He let her lead him back down the hall to the bedroom, articles of clothing left in a heaped trail along the way. He laid her down on the bed and hovered over her, gently sweeping a lock of hair away from her face to get a better look at her, staring deep into her darkening brown orbs. He desperately wanted her—it was written all over his eyes, and he knew she knew it.

He kissed her neck, her collar bone, trailing down further and further. He could feel her breathing quicken with anticipation, her chest heaving. His hands held either side of her hips, creating pressure as he trailed his kisses back up toward her chest.

"Gil..." She breathed breathlessly as he looked up at her with his boyish, innocent grin. His breath on her skin made her squirm beneath him, closing her eyes and opening her mouth in pleasure. Her hands entangled his scalp as he moved to enter. She arched her back in pleasure as a sharp gasp left her throat. She always did that, each and every time. That noise did something to him that he couldn't fathom describing. They moved in unison, grasping onto each other tightly, desperately.

Her hands roamed quickly, trying to take in every inch of him, feeling his beard tickling her cheek. She looked deep into his dark blue eyes as his look intensified. She could feel him on the verge, feel his weight change. And then release. She kissed him deeply as he did, feeling his body quivery against her.

"I love you, Gil." She whispered into his ear as he fell to the bed beside her breathlessly. She moved to nuzzle her head deep within his shoulder.

"I've missed you so much, Sara." He breathed out as his hand moved up to hold her head there against his chest, running his fingers through her hair.

She nodded against him silently.

"Stay Sara." He blurted mindlessly.

"I can't Gil..." She sighed, "They need someone —but besides that—I think I need this too. I'm better now, stronger, and I need to make up for all the time that I was so weak there."

"Maybe I should come back with you." His speech was hesitant, she could hear it in his voice.

"You don't want to be back in Vegas right now, I know that—"

"I want to be near you more than I don't want to be in Vegas."

"It's only temporary. Just until they can find two more people to take our places." She lifted her head to look into his eyes, " It's only for a little longer, and then we can be like this everyday." She laced her fingers through his.

"And you're doing okay down there?"

"You trust me?"

"You know I do."

"Then trust that I am truly fine." She trace a finger over his jawline.

He gave her a small smile. "Okay."

"And, after you're done with this next semester, and hopefully the research grant comes through... we can be spending our days in northern France."

"That would be nice." He smiled again, watching her closely, taken in each image of her.

"And who knows after that, there are so many possibilities, Gil. So much we can do."

"Speaking of that." He sat up a bit now, clearing his throat nervously, "Have you given any more thought to that um... to what we were talking about a few weeks ago."

"Oh, that." She softened. "I just don't know."

"Can you tell me your hesitations?" He questioned watching as she diverted her eyes from his, staring down at her fidgeting fingers.

"I just never pictured myself in that role. I wouldn't know the first thing about that. And with my past—I just, I worry I wouldn't be any good at it."

"I've never known you to not be good at something, Sara." He tried and was rewarded with a soft smile.

"That and, well, Schizophrenia is genetic."

"So is Otosclerosis," He counted, "But we can get tested for those things."

She nodded slowly but stayed silent for a moment before questioning, "Where is this all coming from? What made you suddenly want children?" She asked honestly, with no hidden agenda to her words.

"The full human experience."

"Excuse me?"

"Sara, before you came into my life, all I thought I needed was books and science. I was completely content living vicariously through the people I worked with, never having to experience life for myself. You've helped me live, truly live. And well—I think having a child with you would give us the full human experience."

Sara softened, a smiling beginning to tug at the corners of her lips, "I've never thought of it like that..." Her voice trailed off for a moment as she thought. "Okay."

"Okay?"

She nodded still hesitantly, "Okay. Let's do it."

Grissom wrapped her in a tight embrace and kissed her deeply. He could feel her laugh against her lips as she broke the kiss, "Well not right now!" Her laughter began to soften as she looked into his light eyes, "After our research grant is completed."

"So next year."

"Next year it is." She laughed a bit more in disbelief.

A little while later they sat across the table from each other sharing the meal Grissom had made, paired with a glass of red wine. Sara lifted hers in a gesture of a toast, Grissom followed,

"To the full human experience."

She watched as Grissom's eyes glowed in excitement, "To the full human experience." He repeated and clinked their glasses together.