55. Popping tags (6.20)

"Grissom, I've got a question." Sara leant on the fridge, watched Grissom preparing breakfast for them. A proof they were an ordinary couple.

"What is it, Honey?"

"It's about the case we worked. When I gave you the photos of the three teenager nobody did recognize, you told me you're good at mouth to mouth. Who ever told you that?"

He stopped, put the pan with the eggs off the stove, went to her, pulled her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Sara lost her balance and was caught by him, still sharing the kiss, her arms wrapped around his neck, responding the kiss. For over a minute they stayed like this, him holding her, kissing her, tongues playing with each other.

When he let go of her, helped her back to her balance, there was a smug smile on his lips while he turned back to their breakfast.

"Wow." Sara grabbed the edge of the fridge. That was...wow!

"I guess you got your answer, don't you?"

"Yeah." A wide smile appeared on her face. "A reliable source."

"I found her very reliable. Any more questions I should answer?"

"Can I have that kiss again?" Like a few times a day, please.

"Yes, but not now."

"It's better than breakfast."

"Of course it is, that's why I'm pretty good at mouth to mouth and not only good."

She wanted to tell him he was arrogant, the problem was, he was right. He was pretty good. And she was a lucky woman to have him.

"Your sigh tells me you agree. Any other questions about the case? After all, we're here to discuss the case."

"No, we met at the diner to discuss the case, we're here to have breakfast together and spend the day in bed together. That has nothing to do with the case, it's much better."

He smiled as an answer. Sara was right about that.

"But I do have another question. Did you have a poster of a pop star or actress in your room when you were younger?"

"Ringo, Paul, John and George."

"The Beatles. Of course. I should have known, you named your favorite roaches after them. Anybody else?"

"Albert Einstein. The one with him sticking out his tongue."

"I had the same in my room…when I was allowed to have posters. What about your college room?" This sounded way too well-behaved for a college boy.

"Nothing. I always liked music but it wasn't my style to have pictures of musicians on my wall."

"Did you have poster of bugs and roaches on your wall?"

"That would have impressed women, wouldn't it?" He chuckled.

"Maybe…a few…" Not her. Not at that age and not...now...

"Do you like my butterfly collection?"

"No." She looked at all the butterflies. "I like them much more when they're alive and fly around."

"Want me to put them down? So you don't to look at them anymore?"

"No, it's your condo, you keep on your walls whatever you want." She turned off the stove, pulled him in her arms. "And now I want another kiss like the one before." Said and pulled his lips on hers. Breakfast could wait a little bit longer.