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Grissom and Sara's Home

Washington DC

That Night

Grissom and Sara walked through the door to there house. They were greeted by Bruno who happily sniffed them both. Grissom grabbed the leash,

"I know it's my turn to walk Bruno, but any chance you'd come with me?" Grissom asked her.

"Hmm, maybe." She smiled at him.

"What if I sweetened the deal?" He pulled her into his arms and began kissing her neck.

"What are you offering?" She smiled.

"I was thinking I could cook you dinner."

"If you add desert to that, you've got yourself a deal." She kissed his back until Bruno began barking, desperate to be let out. They took Bruno out and when they returned Grissom began cooking dinner as promised. He kept looking at her and after a while Sara had to ask.

"What?"

"Excuse me?" Grissom asked, his eyebrows raised.

"You keep looking at me."

"I look at you a lot, you're a beautiful women."

"This feels different." She looked at him with eyes that as always seemed to see through her, directly to her soul. He sighed deeply as he filled their plates with pasta and vegetables.

"How did it go today?" He said finally as he put their plates on the table.

"Ah, I thought so."

"What?"

"You're worried."

"Yes, I worry about you. I love you. I didn't want you to go into the field until you were ready. Gibbs forced you..."

"I could have said no."

"That's not how it looked."

"Jethro wouldn't have asked me to go into the field if he didn't think I was ready."

"So Gibbs makes the decisions, not you. Not us?" Grissom paused and looked at Sara.

"Is this about me going back into the field or the fact that it was Jethro who asked me?"

"Sara." Said Grissom, looking at her, exacerbated.

"Gil." She looked at him. He looked away. She didn't often use his first name and when she did, it was usually because she was angry.

"He has... feelings for you." Grissom suddenly took an intense interest in the pasta wrapped around his fork.

"Griss..." Sara looked as though she was about to laugh, "Griss, trust me. Those feelings are long gone. For both of us." she added.

"I'm not so sure."

"I am." Sara said with a finality that meant the conversation was over.

Abby's Lab

The Next Day

"I took the photos from your latest bug extravaganza and I translated it into an animated computer program that can tell us time of death in a matter of hours instead of days." Abby signed to Grissom. Over the week they spent together, they often signed to each other. They both found it a great relieve from talking. Though when she really got going, she signed so fast that even Grissom occasionally had trouble keeping up with her.

"I'm a scientist. I like to see it." Grissom signed back, though he had to admit he was impressed.

"I'm a scientist and this is the future." She smiled at him, "I admit it's not nearly as interesting to watch."

Gibbs watched from the doorway as Grissom and Abby signed to one another. They worked well together but it was more than that. They signed fluidly with one another in a manner that came with learning ASL as a child. They signed with a sort of grace that Gibbs felt he would never be able to master. Watching them, he could feel his gut churning. If he hadn't known better, he would have sworn he was jealous. Pushing the thought out of his mind he walked into the room.

"Gibbs." Abby shouted, as happy to see him as ever. She took the Caf!Pow he offered and kissed him impulsively of the cheek.

Eight Years Ago

Gibbs's Apartment

Paris

Jenny Sheppard lay in bed, satisfied but not sleepy. After ten minutes of starring at the ceiling while Gibbs snored beside her, she gave up on sleep and got out of bed. To say that he kept his apartment cold was an understatement. She was freezing. She grabbed a small blanket off of the end of the bed and wrapped it around herself.

Walking into the living room, Jenny considered making herself a cup of tea and decided against it. She and Gibbs had been working undercover together for almost a year. They had been sleeping together for almost six months. As Jenny looked around the room she saw almost nothing of the real Gibbs reflected in it.

She searched the bookshelves for something to read. Most of them were in French, in keeping with their undercover mission. While Jenny spoke and read French fluently, she search the shelves for anything in English. She longed to spend a few moments emerged is her mother tongue.

After scanning three shelves she found what she was looking for, a single book written in English, crammed into the shelf. Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, it was old and warn, obviously read often and loved by at least one owner.. It had to be one of Gibbs's personal books. She was surprised to say the least. She had never thought that Jethro would be into Science fiction. She took it out with some excitement. She hadn't read the book in years and it was one of her favorites.

She sat down in Gibbs's most comfortable chair and opened the book, happily reading the first page. She started flipping through the book, looking for her favorite part. That's when she found it.

It was a picture of Jethro with a women. He had his arm around her and was smiling wider than she had ever seen. He was looking at the women and they were obviously in love. She was pretty with shiny brown hair that curled slightly around her face as it fell to her shoulders, the gap in her front teeth only serving to make her more beautiful.

She heard Gibbs in the bedroom. He was stirring. Jenny looked at the bedroom and thought about all of the things that she still didn't know about him. When she heard him get out of bed, she shoved the picture back into the book and replaced it on the shelf. She was on her way back to bed when he appeared in the doorway.

"You're awake." he said, stating the obvious.

"Couldn't sleep." She explained, smiling at him, hoping that she didn't look too suspicious.

"Bed's cold without you." He held his hand out to her and led her back to bed.

"You know if you turned the heat up that wouldn't be a problem."

"I prefer to warm my bed the old fashioned way." Gibbs picked her up and carried her to the bed

"I see what you mean." she said, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. Forgetting about the women in the photograph.

TBC

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