A/N: I don't own them, but in a perfect world, I would. Plot and subordinate characters are mine, the rest belong to Anthony Zuicker and company. Special thanks to my husband and my beta readers, Ash and Anne. Without those three, I would never have the courage to continue writing.

Chapter 4

Grissom and Sara approached the receptionist desk. He looked at Sara out of the corner of his eyes. "Do you have a problem with us sharing a room, at least for a while?" he asked with some trepidation. He really didn't know what he would do if she said no.

"Just don't try to talk to me before my first cup of coffee and we should be okay," she smiled.

"Really?"

"Really, I don't see a problem. We are two mature consenting adults who can make this work without letting anything get in the way," she told him, not wanting to say feelings, even though that is what she meant.

"Okay. You know what; we could do the over-under method. You sleep under the covers and I'll sleep over the covers. Deal?"

"Deal," she grabbed his hand as though to shake it, but held on to it just a little bit longer. "We're supposed to be married, remember, dear," as she looked at the receptionist.

Grissom looked at the receptionist as well. He brought Sara's hand up to his mouth, gave it a feather light kiss and thought to himself, "In for a penny, in for a pound."

"Dr. and Mrs. Grissom to check in," Grissom informed the pimply, red-haired youthful man behind the desk. The poor kid couldn't have been over 20 years old. His name tag read "William" but Grissom thought he probably was only called that by his mother and then only when she was mad.

"Welcome to the Ritz, Dr. Grissom. We hope you and your wife will find your stay here enjoyable. If you'll just sign this card, I'll have John the bellboy take your bags to your room."

"Thank you, I'm sure that Mrs. Grissom and I will enjoy ourselves very much. It's our honeymoon, you know." Grissom had to narrowly dodge the elbow that was speeding towards his ribs. "You know, we have a friend staying here as well. Maybe you can tell me what room he is in. A Mr. Devon McAllister?"

"Certainly sir. Let me see," William looked towards the computer behind the desk. "Here it is, Mr. McAllister is in room 214. Should I ring him for you and see if he is in?"

"No, I'd like to surprise him. This is just between us, okay?" Grissom stated as he handed the young man a 10-pound note.

"Yes sir," William returned with enthusiasm. "Anything else I can do for you, sir?"

"Could you have room service send up a pot of tea and some sandwiches. We've just flown in from the United States and would like to relax. You know, don't want to be disturbed for awhile." Grissom gave the young man a sly wink.

William blushed at the suggestion that Grissom was giving but understood it. That Mrs. Grissom was a beautiful one. "Anything you need, you ask for William. I'll make sure that room service gets that to you and that you aren't bothered. You are in room 312," he said as he handed Grissom the key.

"Thank you William," Grissom said as he took the key from William, grabbed Sara's hand again and proceeded towards the elevator.

TBC