A/N: I just want to thank everyone for the reviews and encouragement. Also a huge thanks to Alison and Alicia who beta for. Any mistakes found are my fault cuz I don't listen real good. Thanks for all of your suggestions and help.

'This isn't happening. This isn't happening.' The words kept repeating themselves in Sara's mind as Grissom kissed her. It was a chaste kiss, with his lips pressed softly against hers. He pulled back a little trying to gauge her reaction and smiled when all he saw was disbelief.

He leaned forward again and gently took her bottom lip between his lips and ran his tongue over the soft flesh. He repeated the gesture with her upper lip and was moving back down when she moaned and opened her mouth to allow him entrance.

He brought her hand to his chest where she felt his racing heartbeat as he slid his tongue into her eager mouth. Grissom rolled so that Sara was lying on her back and deepened the kiss even further. She kept one hand on his heart and slid the other into his hair. Finally being able to feel his thick hair curl around her fingers made her moan again.

He broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck. Once his breathing was under control he began trailing soft, wet kisses down her neck. He moved his right hand down her side and back up again under her tank top as Sara arched into his hand encouraging him to continue.

Just as Grissom's hand made contact with the underside of her breast a sharp knock sounded at the door. The groaned simultaneously, and his head dropped to her chest. Neither of them moved as another knock came, more impatient than the last.

"Dr. Grissom? Sara Sidle?" a muffled voice came through the door.

With difficulty, partly due to reluctance and partly due to the fact that Sara wouldn't let go of his neck, Grissom peeled himself away from Sara with a faint grin. He walked to the door and opened it a crack. A uniformed officer stood posed to knock again. He dropped his hand when he saw Grissom staring at him. "Dr. Grissom? I'm Officer Bailey. I, uh, I've been sent to take you guys back to Vegas." Officer Bailey became flustered under the intensity of Grissom's stare.

Grissom sighed. "Alright. We just woke up so can you give us about an hour to shower and dress?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll wait down stairs in the lobby."

Grissom closed the door on the officer's hastily retreating figure. He turned to find Sara examining her crusty pants. She looked up at him.

"I don't even want to know what this is." She sighed. "Can I wear your boxers back to town?"

He walked over to her and slid his arms around her waist. She looked up at him in surprise. He kissed her forehead lightly. "I don't regret this, Sara. And you can keep those shorts," he laid a finger on her lips to stop her protest, "consider them a gift. Just remember that it's only polite to wear gifts such as these while in the company of the giver." Grissom pursed his lips to keep from smiling and ducked his head to steal a kiss from her.

Sara shook her head at the enigma standing before her. He was the most confusing man that she had ever met, and given the chance she would love to spend the rest of her life figuring him out. "You'll find that I have impeccable manners." she murmured just before placing a firm kiss on his neck.

She pulled away. "I'm going to go take a shower." He stopped her by tracing a finger down her cheek.

"Maybe I should shave the beard."

"No!" His eyebrows shot up in surprise at her response. "Uh. I mean, no, uh, why would you want to shave?"

Amused, he led her into the bathroom and pointed to the redness of her skin.

"Oh. I really don't mind that, Grissom. Besides it will ensure that nothing happens during work hours. Not that it would," she added quickly, "but it would be a good incentive." With that she pushed him out of the bathroom and got ready for her shower. After having showered and dressed quickly Sara emerged from the bathroom half afraid of what state she would find Grissom in.

Once Sara had disappeared into the bathroom Grissom stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes reflecting on the events of the past twenty-four hours. What he had told Sara was the truth. He did not regret a second of what had happened between them since they stepped on the train.

What he did regret was what had happened before that. More specifically the last several months. He had been trying so hard to push her away that he had never realized that he did not want her to go anywhere. Kissing her had felt so right. More right than anything he had ever experienced before. There was still fear though. A lot of it. Now that Sara had been in his arms…he couldn't go back to the way things were. He didn't want to. He would risk

everything.

The sound of the water being turned off came from the bathroom. Grissom glanced at the clock. Ten minutes. He smiled. She definitely wasn't one to waste time. His smile faded as he realized that she would want to talk about everything that had happened. Starting with the night she had asked him to dinner and ending with the moment he kissed her. He sat up and took a deep breath when she opened the door.

"I saved you a towel."

"Thanks."

Sara looked up at him noting the serious expression on his face. 'Oh god. He wants to talk about this now.' She licked her lips. She felt unprepared.

"Sara…" he began, "we should talk."

She nodded slowly. "I agree. We should talk."

He took another breath and prepared to speak but she interrupted him.

"Grissom we do have a lot to talk about, but we don't have to figure this all out right now, or even all in one conversation. Unless you're having second thoughts we have plenty of time, but not this minute because we have Officer Bailey waiting for us. So could we just table it for now?" All of this came out in a rush.

He looked at her, obviously surprised. "You don't want to talk about this right now? Are you having second thoughts?"

Sara smiled. "I'm not having second thoughts at all and no I don't want to talk about it right now. Is that okay?"

"Yeah its fine. Just unexpected." She walked to him and reached up to kiss him lightly.

"We have time."

"Since when are you patient?" he asked while threading his hands through her hair.

"Since I met you."

End