A Friday night alone, or so Sara thinks. A bar, a martini and some conversation leads to something better.

When she woke, slowly in the morning, he was already looking at her with sleepy eyes, gorgeous to no one in the world but her.

They were friends before she fell in love with him; they need that friendship back. (Complete)

Hot in here my...

She fumbled and fell back on the unruly sheets, he followed, moving over her, onto the other side of the bed. Kissed some more, kissed, kissed, kissed.

A pre-Valentine's lunch in the lab. A little story, a little angst, with just a tad of fluff.

The woman spoke, "You're a bastard." She was standing up straight, anticipating anything that he threw back at her. "You don't deserve her to begin with."

Sara and Grissom on a hot, hot, HOT... day in the desert. Maybe some Dave Matthews thrown in for fun.

He'd listened to her words, reminding himself that they were strictly mentor and student, that he wasn't thrown by the enthusiasm in her voice, by the actions that her hands would perform as she spoke.

A series of moments in the timeline of Grissom and Sara, from beginning to end. [GSR]

A short little Nick fic.

Why did Grissom grow, or rather in this case... keep the beard?

Struggling and failing... never felt so good.

A late night and a sigh. (GS)

Even if she wasn’t going to be his, he could at least pretend she was. If only for one dance. [GSR]

To fear love is to fear life. [GSR]

And he watched her silhouette fade from the shadow of his doorway, vaguely registering his thumping heart, riddled with perforations, like a sabotaged valentine. [GSR]

Imaginings of the naked mind is life painted without constricting binds. [GSR]

She didn’t know how much of her heart he had, or how much she had claimed of his, but she hoped that they had a future together. [Yo!Bling]

A simple crack. And then two more. Three shots total. So simple and primitive, yet it held so many meanings and ramifications. [GSR] Character Death.

Greg’s exploits in dating. Part I.

She would push her limits. For what else did she have to come back to? Nothing and no one but herself. Post Unbearable.

Her voice rings in his head again. It was just a beer. But somehow, he can't bring himself to believe that. PostBloodlines.

He had always loved corners. Until he had been backed into one. [GSR]

It was amazing how she returned, different, and yet, still very much the same. And like she had in the past, she was leaving again. And breaking his heart. Again.