Sara opened her eyes and turned over in bed. She smiled at the sight before her. Grissom lay on his back with the sheet haphazardly tossed across his waist. One arm lay across his stomach, and the other sat up near his tousled hair. Sara couldn't resist him, she leaned over his body and stole a kiss. Although he kept his eyes closed, Grissom's arms went into motion, and he put his hands on her bare hips. "Hmm, what a way to wake up in the evening," Grissom mumbled.

Grissom pulled her in for another kiss and rolled them onto their sides. "We don't have time for this," Grissom moaned, trying to pull away from her.

Sara held tight to him as she continued to administer kisses. "We can make time," Sara whined.

With his free hand, Grissom grabbed the alarm clock and put it between them. Sara's eyes widened in shock when she looked at the time. She immediately pulled herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. "I'll go make coffee and toast," Grissom stated, getting out of bed, "by the time they're ready you should be done."

Sara nodded, and in seconds, Grissom heard the water turn on.

Grissom and Sara made it out the door within half an hour and started their drive to work. Sara had the passenger side mirror down, trying to tame her curly hair. "This is impossible," she complained, "I didn't have nearly enough time to blow dry this correctly."

"Sara, you look fine," Grissom reasoned.

"No I don't, my hair is out of control. We should have gotten up earlier."

"Well, if we didn't indulge in certain escapades when we got home this morning..." Grissom teased.

Sara shot him a look, but she couldn't conceal her smile. "That was good, wasn't it?"

Grissom nodded, and the smile stayed on his glowing face. He looked over, and Sara was still fussing with her hair. "Just pull it back in a ponytail honey," he suggested.

Sara obliged and pulled her hair back. "I don't like it this way either," she admitted as they pulled into the lab, "but it'll have to do."

"You look wonderful, Sara, as always," he said, parking the vehicle.

"Charmer," she teased.

Grissom winked and got out of the car, both of them entering the building.

Catherine, Warrick, and Nick were already in the break room when Sara entered. "You're late," Nick stated.

"Am not," Sara countered, "I still have five minutes."

"Yeah, but you're usually here half an hour or more before now. Where's Griss?"

"In his office getting assignments."

"So he's late too?"

"Nick, we do come to work together, and once again, neither one of us are late."

Catherine looked up when Grissom entered the room. That's definitely the look of a man who had a good time in bed. "You have a busy morning?" she asked, noticing the slightly tired look on his face and the gleam in his eye.

Grissom's eyebrow rose toward his hairline, but he was able to fight the redness that was threatening to creep onto his face. Grissom chose to ignore the question and he continued to hand out assignments. "Sara, you've got a B&E, take Greg. Warrick, Nick, casino robbery. Catherine, you and I are taking the decomp."

A frown crossed Catherine's face and Sara chuckled. "We caught up on some things," Sara whispered in her ear on the way out of the room.

Everyone else when to leave, and Grissom turned around when he didn't see Catherine follow him. "Coming Cath?" he asked.

Catherine nodded and they both left to go to the scene.

"This was definitely accidental," Catherine stated, noting the towels near the tub and the lack of any evidence of foul play.

"All of the evidence hasn't been collected yet," Grissom countered.

"Elderly woman, went to take a bath, slipped, fell, and hit her head on the tub. She fell in, drowned. Since she didn't have a lot of people visiting her, the neighbor just found her when the papers and mail began to pile up."

"Let's get these prints back to the lab and let Al finish the autopsy before we draw any conclusions."

Catherine and Grissom walked back out to the car and headed for the lab. "Gil," Catherine started to apologize.

"Catherine, stay out of my personal life, that was out of line."

"Gil, I was just..." Catherine started, but Grissom gave her a quick glare.

"Are things back to normal?" Catherine asked, "I haven't seen that look in a while."

Grissom gave her the same look again, but this time he couldn't hold back the blush. Catherine laughed at his reaction. "Gil, I'll leave it alone," Catherine smirked, "I'm just glad to see you and Sara happier. These past few months have been pretty rough."

"Yeah, but things are finally getting back to normal. But Cath, you mention anything about my personal life in front of everyone else again, or if you start to interfere, you will be getting quite familiar with decomps. You get my drift?"

"Yeah, you smell," Catherine joked, holding her nose.

"So do you," Grissom said, glad the topic was off of his love life.

Getting back to the lab, Grissom and Catherine went their separate ways to shower and start processing evidence.

Sara finished her B&E with Greg and went back to the lab. She found Grissom processing fingerprints. "You smell," she noticed as she got closer to him, "did you shower yet?"

"Once."

"Well, you definitely need to shower again. Do you have enough lemon juice?"

Grissom sighed and rolled his eyes. "I want to finish processing these prints so I can go home on time. I'll shower again when we get home."

"Alright, I've got to get away from you then. I'll be in trace if you need me."

Grissom nodded and she left the room.

Later at home, Grissom was showering while Sara prepared pancakes. They had decided to eat a light meal to decompress before going to bed. After finishing his shower and determining that he smelled a lot better, Grissom put on a t-shirt and sweatpants before returning to the kitchen. "Mmm," Grissom moaned, the wonderful scent of pancakes overwhelming his senses, "smells good."

Grissom wrapped his arms around Sara's waist as she tried to cook and nuzzled her neck. "Griss," she complained, "you're going to make me burn the pancakes."

Grissom chuckled and squeezed her tighter. "No, I'm not, quit complaining and flip them over," he joked.

Sara flipped them over and turned around in his arms. "You smell a lot better," she said, setting the spatula on the counter and wrapping her arms around him.

"I know," he teased, "now it's going to be your fault that the pancakes burn."

Sara feigned a hurt look and hit his chest before turning back around to take the pancakes out of the pan. "You think you're so good at making pancakes, you make the other two," she pointed at the bowl of batter.

"Gladly."

Grissom poured two more pancakes into the pan and turned back to where Sara was standing. He lifted her up onto the counter and sat her next to where he was working. "Watch carefully," he grinned.

She watched him as he flipped the pancakes over and finally took them out of the pan. "Are you going to help me down?" Sara asked, knowing full well that she could get down by herself.

Grissom slid her off of the counter and set her back onto the floor. "Better?" he asked, smirking.

"Yes," she said, pulling him in for a kiss.

"My pancakes are going to be better than yours," Sara teased.

Grissom pouted. "No they're not."

"Well, we'll soon find out."

Sara dished out the pancakes and added syrup to the top of them. Both of them had one of their own pancakes and one of each other's pancakes. Sara ate her pancake first, and she moaned when she took a bite of Grissom's. Grissom smiled and looked up. "Real good, isn't it?"

Sara nodded and finished swallowing the bite. "What did you do to this?"

"I just cooked it less than you cooked yours and made the pancakes a little thinner."

"You've been holding out on me," Sara took another bite.

"No, you just always like to cook the pancakes."

"That's because it's one of the only things I can cook that we both like a lot."

Grissom smiled and took another bite of her pancake. "Yours aren't that bad," he joked.

She looked hurt and Grissom immediately started to correct himself. "Sara, your pancakes taste fine, I was just joking with you," he tried.

Sara smiled, "I was joking with you too."

It was Grissom's turn to play hurt. Sara finished eating her pancake and went around the table to sit on Grissom's lap. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. "For the record," Grissom stated, "I will still eat your pancakes."

Sara smiled. "For the record, yours are a whole lot better, there's no competition. However, we are done eating pancakes, and there are a number of things we could be doing instead of sitting here."

Grissom picked Sara up and carried her into the bedroom.

When Grissom woke up, Sara was laying on her back, staring at the ceiling. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, brushing her hair away from her face.

Sara continued to stare at the ceiling. "You, me, us, things."

"That's kind of vague," Grissom stated and turned her toward him, "what's bothering you?"

"I had a dream, I guess it was more like a nightmare..."

Grissom picked up when she drifted off. "Was it about that night?" he asked, thinking he already knew the answer.

Sara nodded and Grissom pulled her into his arms. "Honey, remember, we talked about this a while ago. Wake me up if you have a problem or you need to talk."

"I didn't think it was a problem," she sniffled, turning in his arms.

Grissom was puzzled and unsure how to continue until she turned back over and pulled him tightly to her. He wiped away the few tears that had left tracks down her face and stroked her hair. "What is it honey?" he asked.

"I think I realize how much I need you, how much I love you," she squeezed him tighter.

"Don't cry honey," he caressed her cheek.

"I've never loved or needed someone as much as I love and need you."

"Sara, you know I'm not going anywhere," he soothed.

"I know, that's why I'm so happy. I'm safe, and I'm with you."

Grissom was still confused. "Sara, why are you upset?"

"Because I saw how close I was to never being able to see you again."

Grissom pulled Sara as close to him as he could and pressed countless kisses into her hair. Sara was holding on to him so tightly that her fingernails were imbedded in his back. When her sobbing subsided, Grissom pulled her up to eye level and caressed her face. "I love you so much Sara," Grissom briefly kissed her lips.

Sara still had a death grip on Grissom. "I love you too," she returned the kiss.

Grissom allowed Sara to slide back down and snuggle into his chest. Eventually, they fell asleep in each other's arms.