He grabbed her hand in his and even as the tears coursed down her cheeks, he kissed her ring finger, where her engagement ring should have laid.

Sara never got to meet her, but she knew she would have loved Grissom's mother.

A David fic... post 'Iced'... this is for anyone who thought of a certain other 'cult-ish' show. You know what I'm talking about.

The added, though slightly skewed, is true... Straight up GSR fluff.

It was then and there that Sara placed the single most erotic moment of her life: Grissom, with a droplet of merlot clinging to his lips, asking her to open her present.

Post-Grave Danger; "The pads of her fingers were soft and warm on his cheeks and he worked quickly to catalogue the single emotions and sensations that she was serving to arise within him." GSR

He didn't tend to see Sara in color; he saw color in Sara.

Greg likes Sara... Greg might LIKE Sara... but no, Greg can't HAVE Sara...

Don't be caught off guard when the rapture comes... COMPLETE

She wondered if 9.8 was really as fast as it had been back at Harvard...

Brass, Grissom and Sara and one tall furry tomato. Written for the Unbound Challenge .

Her heart and common sense are battling a war that has started since the day she met him. How much longer can she endure the current situation without it breaking her? Post-Blooodlines. GS.

Response to this week's Unbound Challenge. Occasionally you need someone to help share the burden of sorrow.

Yet again a response to this week’s Unbound Challenge. Why does work always interfere with their plans? GSR.

Christmas is approaching fast, and shopping can be an evil experience. But not for Grissom and Sara.

Post-ep ficlet to Nesting Dolls. 'She had been strong ever since she could remember; the consequences were too grave if she wasn’t. And she was damned if she would break down now.' GS

Reality has a way of creeping into one’s subconscious. Sometimes it prevents you from sleeping, from getting that needed rest after a draining crime scene. And just as you’re about to fall asleep, the phone rings. GS

Their relationship has been deteriorating steadily over the past years, now's the time to rebuild it. GS

She’d stayed for five years in Vegas, and what did she have to show for it, besides work? GS angst.

The path which brought you here isn't worthy of being written up as a fairy tale, but you don't mind. You're still here. Saracentered.

Another strained silence ensued, and Grissom didn't look at her, instead studying her floor with practiced concentration. Finally, he gave a little sigh."Purple is your favorite color."

Yeah, that's right, I'm Mighty Mouse." Here he comes to save the day! BrassGriss friendship, GSR, and one detective's attempt to talk some sense into his friend.

Alcohol became the sanctuary for him that sleep was not. Especially tonight. He needed to forget. And all sleep would do was make him remember.

[AU] Where could he hide? There was no solace left for him. [PostGrave Danger] [Character Death]

He wished it were Massachusetts. He wished it were snowing. He wished he had the courage to produce a scarlet rose to lay on the mahogany. [Character Death]