Catherine knocked once, waited five minutes and knocked again. After another five minute wait, she used her key to open Grissom's door. It wasn't like she was intruding, she rationalized, she had called. Three times, no answer.

"Grissom?" she called, as she closed the door behind her and pocketed the keys. "Sara?"

Where the hell were they? She knew it was the shift's night off, and she was planning on taking the two out for breakfast. . .if she could find them.

Catherine finally peeked into the bedroom, the one room in Grissom's apartment she had never been in. And there they were, curled around each other like sleeping kittens. She smiled. Sara's head was on Grissom's shoulder, both arms flung over his chest. A blanket was tangled up by their feet, and their legs were mingled. The brunette's white tank top was riding up, and Grissom's big hands were splayed across her back. Catherine recognized the clothing they were wearing as the exact same clothes they were wearing last night.

She chuckled softly, remembering how wonderful it was to wake up like that, how warm it was, how secure. . .She sighed. It had been a while since she'd been in that situation.

Her sigh made Sara shift, the brunette said something into Grissom's neck. The man cracked open an eyelid, and said, "Good morning, Catherine."

"Morning," she replied. "Sorry for the, uh, intrusion, but I called and knocked and no one answered."

"Not a problem," he said, half groggy. Grissom glanced at Sara, moving one of his hands from her back to run over her hair. "Sara, we have company."

"I noticed," the brunette grumbled into his neck.

Grissom chuckled, and Catherine smiled with him. "Give us a minute?" he asked, and she nodded.

"Just want to take you guys out for breakfast."

A strange look passed over his face. "We haven't eaten since yesterday. Sounds good."

"Great," she said, leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

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They emerged a few minutes later, both of them had changed into clean clothes. Sara was looking really good, better than she had in a long time, better than she had last night. She looked brighter, and Grissom did too. It was a nice change.

"Ready to go?" Catherine asked.

He glanced at Sara, who nodded, reaching for his hand. They followed Catherine out the door and to a small restaurant nearby.

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"So, you look happy," Catherine fished for information over toast.

Sara and Grissom glanced at each other, smiling. "Yeah," Sara admitted.

"I mean, happier than yesterday." She sent the pair a pointed look.

"So, do we tell her?" Sara asked, sighing.

"She may never let up if we don't." Grissom took a bite of her peach scone, ignoring his own breakfast of two eggs.

"If we tell her, everyone will know in about five minutes," she warned. "Don't eat my scone, please."

Catherine watched the exchange with a smile. "Come on, you guys, I'm not that bad."

"Yes, you are," they said in unison.

"We're going to have to tell them eventually," Grissom pointed out.

Sara sighed. "Fine, but you do it."

"Okay," he said, grabbing her hand. "Catherine, Sara and I are. . ."

"What? Moving? With child? Come on, don't hesitate."

He sighed. "Okay. We're getting married."

"What!" At Catherine's happy shriek, the other patrons glared at the group, and Sara and Grissom looked down at the floor with small smiles. "Sorry," she said more quietly. "Are you serious?"

"Maybe," Sara said. "We haven't finalized anything yet."