After another two weeks, Grissom and Sara had grown closer to each other than either of them could have imagined. Although their physical times together were amazing, they enjoyed taking the time to talk about things they hadn't discussed. They were sitting in his office, eating salads while on break. "Sara, do you think you could switch with one of the guys to get Friday off?" Grissom asked.

Sara rose an eyebrow and stabbed another piece of lettuce. "Why, do you want to do something?"

"I thought we could spend the weekend together."

Sara smiled. "I'll talk to Nick, I can probably switch next Friday with him. Where are we going to go?"

"I thought we'd just relax and stay home, unless you had something else in mind?"

"No, I think staying home, just the two of us, would be great."

Sara finished her salad and threw the container in the garbage. "I'm going to try and catch Nick before he goes back out to his scene."

Grissom nodded, and Sara left to search for Nick.

Sara found Warrick and Nick eating in the break room. "Nick, are you doing anything special Friday?" she asked, sitting next to him.

"No, why, you ditch Griss and want to try me?" Nick grinned.

Sara giggled and slapped his knee. "No. Are you busy?"

"No."

"Can you switch with me for this Friday and I'll take next Friday?"

"Well, I don't know," he joked, "doesn't Griss have this Friday off too?"

"Nick, yes or no?" she said, exasperated.

"Sure, but it's going to cost you," he grinned.

"What Nick?"

"You get Griss to make me a groomsman at your wedding."

Sara's face turned beet red, and she went speechless. She turned on her heel and left the room. "I think that's a yes," Warrick grinned, looking at Nick.

"Oh, I know it is," Nick grinned back.

On their ride home, Grissom noticed that Sara seemed extremely quiet and antsy. "So, what did Nick say?" he questioned.

A blush once again returned to her face, and she looked out the window to try and conceal it. "He'll switch this Friday with me and I'll take next Friday," she stated.

Grissom reached across the seat and grabbed her hand. "That's good," he stated, rubbing the back of her hand.

When she stayed quiet, he kissed her hand. "What's on your mind?"

"Oh, nothing," she answered, turning to him, "I'm just kind of tired I guess."

"You feeling okay?" he touched her cheek when he stopped at the light.

She leaned into his hand and nodded her head. "I think I just want to lay down when we get home."

Grissom nodded, and they spent the rest of their drive home in silence.

When they entered the house, Grissom pulled her in for a hug and a quick kiss. "You go ahead on in and lay down. I want to work on a few things quick and then I'll be in."

Sara nodded and went into the bedroom to lay down. After undressing, Sara got under the covers and looked at the ceiling. A wedding? Oh my gosh, I'm not sure I'm ready for that. Sure I am, I know Gil is the one, but does he really feel that way about me? I know he does, we both love each other very much. Stop worrying about this, he hasn't even asked you. Yet.

By the end of the week, Sara was still extremely anxious about Nick's insinuation. She had managed to convince herself that Nick was just teasing her, but something in the back of her mind kept telling her that marriage wasn't such an abstract possibility. "What do you want to do today?" Grissom asked, putting his hand on her bare stomach.

Sara came out of her reverie and yawned. "I think I want to stay in bed and get some more sleep."

Grissom looked shocked. "Who are you and what did you do with my Sara?"

Sara's eyebrow rose. "Your Sara? I didn't know I was property of anyone."

Grissom laughed and pulled her into his arms. "We can do anything you want, honey," Grissom nuzzled her neck.

Sara snuggled into his chest and put her hands on top of his. "Just give me a little while longer," she yawned, "then we can get up and do whatever you want to do."

Grissom nodded and relaxed with Sara.

After Sara had fallen back asleep, Grissom carefully extricated his body from her hold and went to start dinner. He wanted to make the meal somewhat special, so he pulled out the ingredients to Sara's favorite vegetable lasagna. After putting the lasagna noodles in a pot to cook, he turned to the cutting board and started slicing eggplant and zucchini. Once he had all of the vegetables and sauce ready, Grissom lined the bottom of the pan with the lasagna noodles and proceeded to layer the vegetables, cheese, and sauce. Within fifteen minutes, Grissom had finished putting the lasagna together and put it in the oven to cook. He cleaned up the kitchen and put a tablecloth over the small table. Grabbing two candles and candlesticks out of a drawer, he finished setting the table and stepped back to admire his work. Finally, Grissom noted the time and went to sit in the living room to wait for Sara to wake up.
When it was time, Grissom put his journal away and went to take the lasagna out of the oven. Grissom heard Sara get up and close the door to the bathroom, so he knew he had a few minutes before she would emerge. He carefully cut two slices of lasagna and put them on their respective plates. Grissom topped off the table with two glasses, and he lit the candles before heading toward the bedroom. Sara was finishing getting dressed when he entered. "How was your extra nap?" he asked, massaging her shoulders while she buckled her belt.

"Good," she stated, enjoying his ministrations, "what did you cook?"

"You'll find out soon enough," he smiled.

"Well then," Sara said, straightening her shirt, "I'm all dressed, rested, and hungry, so feed me."

Grissom turned around and gave her a passionate kiss before leading her out to the kitchen.

When Sara saw the elegant setup of the table, and the romantic candlelight, she brought her hand up to her mouth in amazement. "Gil, you shouldn't have," she said, turning around to see his reaction.

He gave her another kiss and held both of her hands. "Sara, I just wanted to cook you a special dinner, that's all. I hope it's to your liking."

"Gil, you know vegetable lasagna is my favorite."

"That I do," he said, smiling.

Grissom pulled out her chair and made sure she was seated comfortably before he gestured to her glass. "What would you like to drink?"

"I'll just have some water," she said, allowing him to get the water from the refrigerator.

Grissom poured them both some water and sat down across from her. "Griss, you can have wine if you want to," Sara looked at him.

"I know," he smiled, "but I just want to have what you're having."

Sara smiled back and looked down at her plate. "You know, you are allowed to eat," Grissom joked, noting that she hadn't touched her food yet.

Sara smirked and took a bite of the lasagna. "Mmm," she moaned, "this is so good."

"Thanks," Grissom said, taking a bite of his own meal.

They exchanged casual conversation as they finished their meals. "Do you want ice cream or anything for dessert?"

Sara shook her head. "No, you've got me totally stuffed with all of this wonderful food."

Grissom smiled. "Well in that case, may I escort you to the living room?"

Sara smiled and allowed Grissom to take her hand. This night is wonderful, Nick was right, he will ask me.

After Sara had settled against his chest on the couch, Grissom turned the television on and changed the channel to a movie Sara had wanted to see. "How did you know this was on?" she asked, "You made it quite clear that you weren't too interested in this movie."

Grissom smiled and continued to stroke her arm. "I planned ahead of time and did some research."

"You set this whole thing up?"

"Yeah, I thought it would be nice to have a whole weekend to ourselves. Just kick back and relax and enjoy some us time."

Sara smiled and pulled his arm further around her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Grissom kissed the top of her head.

The two of them relaxed and watched the movie.

When the movie finished, Grissom turned off the television and tried to rouse Sara. He ran his hand up and down her arm and called her name. "Sara, wake up honey."

Sara turned over and groaned. "What time is it?"

"Past midnight. You can go back to sleep if you want to, but I thought you might be more comfortable in bed."

Sara nodded, went into the bedroom, and laid on top of the bed. He didn't propose with dinner, I guess I was just thinking too much after all. I'll have to kill Nick for putting those thoughts into my head. I am kind of disappointed though.

After putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Grissom entered the bedroom and found Sara laying on top of the bed. He went around to her side of the bed and kissed her forehead. Sara opened her eyes. "Were you going to get undressed or get under the covers?" Grissom teased.

Sara got up from the bed and allowed Grissom to pull the covers down and help undress her. After helping her, he undressed while she got back into the bed. He covered her and got into his side of the bed. "I was thinking about it," she stated, "but it seemed more important to just lay down on the bed."

Grissom smiled and spooned into her. "You didn't get to see the best part of your movie."

"Oh, what was that?"

"I don't know, I kind of tuned it out to watch you sleep, but they always say the end is the best part."

Sara smiled and wrapped her hands into Grissom's. "Thank you so much for tonight. What was the occasion anyway?"

"We hadn't had a special meal in a while, and I thought you deserved one."

I guess he wasn't trying to propose. It might have helped if I had stayed awake though. "Anyhow, thanks."

Grissom sighed into her hair. "It was just as special for me. I love to see you happy."

"Well, I'm certainly happy."

Sara relaxed into Grissom and started to fall asleep once again. Grissom listened to her slow and steady breaths. I'm glad she had such a wonderful time. I hope tomorrow goes just as smoothly. Grissom's eyes drifted to his dresser drawer before glancing back at Sara. She's such a beauty, the love of my life.