Nick woke up with a sudden panic attack twenty minutes before his alarm was even due to ring. He forced himself to calm down. He had been dreaming about the case again. He reminded himself that all the evidence they had was submittable and that it all lead to Thomas Jamieson. He'd even checked all the department store lists for all the people who had bought that perfume in the last year. Thomas Jamieson and a little old lady were the only Las Vegas residents.

He called Sara anyway. He counted twelve rings before Sara's groggy voice answered the phone.

"I though you didn't sleep," he said, by way of an apology for waking her.

"I only sleep so that people can wake me up, Nick. What do you want?"

"I just wanted to let you know that we can take our case to the Sheriff tonight," he said.

"Uh-ha," Sara said. She seemed to be only a little aware of the conversation. Nick supposed being given only a minimum of attention was a reward for having woken her up.

"We're going to have to give everything we've got, Sara. Including all the information on cases that might be linked to ours," he explained.

Sara cottoned on to what he was saying.

"That's okay. Yeah, that's fine. Have you spoken to the ex-wife?"

"No, I was going to see if I could find her when I got in tonight."

"I'll do it," Sara said.

"You're off the case," Nick reminded her. "You could compromise it."

Sara considered how she would go talking to anyone who knew Thomas Jamieson as well as his wife must have.

"Yeah, okay," she said, "but do it well."

"I will," Nick promised. "And tell Griss that Mobley also wants the file on the burglaries."

"Tell Griss?" Sara repeated slowly. She could hear the laughter in his voice.

"You know, if you see him," he said, slowly.

"Thanks," Sara said. She dropped the phone onto its cradle.

Nick couldn't help grinning as Sara hung up. Sara rolled over and into Grissom. He didn't seem to notice. She snuggled close to him for the few minutes until her own alarm rang. Grissom moved enough to hold her closer, but didn't wake.

He did wake up when the alarm rang. His first thought was that there was something wrong with the alarm, then that he was too warm. He remembered where he was and what had happened when Sara rolled away to turn off the alarm. The bed was warm where she had been lying. It was proof that she had been there; that there was no way it was a dream. He opened his eyes into the dark and unfamiliar bedroom. Sara was there, watching him. She smiled warmly at him.

Grissom ran his hand gently over Sara's cheek. She kissed him gently.

"I have to get up now, to get ready for work," she said.

"You could have a day off," Grissom said. "You really do work too hard."

Sara chuckled.

"And what would be the point if you weren't here?" she asked playfully. "Besides, Mobley wants the stuff on the burglary."

Sara climbed out of her side of the bed, took her dressing gown off the back of her door and wrapped it around herself in one movement. Grissom watched the fluid way she moved. He hadn't expected any mushy 'morning after' talk, but he was a bit taken aback by Sara's abruptness.

"Sara?" he asked, still watching her.

She turned around to face him, smiling a little at the fact he hadn't really moved. He looked good there, lying in her bed.

"Is this going to be a thing?" he asked. He didn't exactly understand what he meant by thing. But Sara understood the question.

"You promised you'd stay forever, Grissom," she said, challengingly.

But she understood where the question came from. "Nick's handing over all we have about the rape case to Mobley. I want to be there."

The last bit was also a challenge and Sara nipped into the bathroom before he could say anything to argue with her. But he pulled himself out of bed as well and started picking up his clothes. They got ready for work without saying much. They showered and dressed and had coffee and toast naturally, without needing to say much beyond, 'where do you keep the bread?'

They left Sara's apartment together. They agreed to take her car without questioning the fact that they were driving in together. Michelle watched through the crack in her door. She was pleased that things had worked out so well. And quite a bit relieved as well.

Sara drove her car. They arrived a little early and walked in together neither of them thinking of what anyone might think. There was nothing obviously different. But they were walking closer together than they usually did. And they weren't watching each other. They didn't need to anymore. They could feel that the other was there, and knew where they stood.