When Mrs. Grissom woke up, Grissom and Sara were in the kitchen making pancakes. "You two sure got up early," she remarked.

"We have to leave early mom," Grissom emphasized, "we wanted to have a nice breakfast with you before we left."

Mrs. Grissom sat down at the table. "Sara, dear, how are you feeling?"

"Much better, thank you," Sara replied, taking two of the pancakes from Grissom and putting them on the plate, "once I finally settled down and got some sleep I felt a lot better."

"That's good. I was worried about you there for a little while," Mrs. Grissom admitted.

Sara sighed. "I know, you told me before dinner that I could leave if I needed to, but I didn't. However, everything is fine now, and I'd like to have a peaceful breakfast with you before we have to leave," Sara took a brief pause, "it seems so soon."

"That's because it is. Two days is not a lot of time to visit."

Sara set down a plate of pancakes in front of Mrs. Grissom and sat next to her. "We did have a good time shopping and talking though," Sara remembered.

Grissom carried two more plates to the table and sat down across from Sara. Sara took a bite and smiled. "Mmm, heavenly."

Grissom smiled and Mrs. Grissom laughed. "Has Gil been charming you with his pancakes? That was the first thing he learned to cook, and his pancakes just keep getting better and better."

Sara kicked Grissom's foot under the table. "You never told me that."

"You never asked," he joked, a sly look on his face.

"Children," Mrs. Grissom stated, and all of them started to laugh.

After they finished eating, all of them cleaned up the dishes together. Once everything was put away, Grissom and Sara retreated to their bedroom to get ready to leave.

Grissom grabbed both of their bags and started down the stairs, Sara trailing right behind him. Mrs. Grissom was waiting for them in the living room. "Do you have everything?" she asked when Grissom set their bags down.

"Yes mom, I believe we do," Grissom replied.

"I'm so glad you could come," Mrs. Grissom said, pulling him into a hug.

Grissom smiled and pulled away. "It was good to see you."

"Likewise, and you brought your beautiful fiancee," she turned to Sara.

Sara blushed and accepted Mrs. Grissom's hug. "Dear, it was so nice to meet you," Mrs. Grissom stated, "give me a call if you need to talk or anything."

Sara smiled. "Thank you for helping me find the dress."

"We had a good time, and it suited you perfectly. You should give me a call when you get the package."

"Okay."

"Well then, we better get going," Grissom stated, picking up their bags, "bye mom, I love you."

"And I love both of you," she said, "have a safe trip home."

After Sara said goodbye, Grissom led her out the door and to the rental car. He put the bags in the back of the car and headed for the airport.

When they finally got on the plane, Grissom sat next to the window, and Sara took the aisle. She had her arm wrapped around his midsection and her head leaning on his shoulder. "I miss her already," Sara whispered.

Grissom chuckled and brushed his hand through her hair. "The wedding will be here soon enough, you'll see her then."

Sara smiled. "We had a good time, she seemed so happy."

"She is happy. She has plenty of time to do what she wants, and she usually still spends a lot of time at the gallery."

"That's good for her. Mmmm," she sighed, "Gil?"

"What?" he kissed the top of her head.

"I don't want to go back to work tonight."

"Stop the world," he deadpanned.

Sara pinched his thigh. "It just doesn't feel like we've gotten much rest."

"Yeah, I know, but we've got to get back to work. It was hard enough to get the two days."

Sara snuggled further into his side. "I hope shift isn't busy."

"Don't start worrying about work already, we don't have to be there until seven. Technically, we're still on vacation until then."

Sara poked him again. "You don't have to get so technical."

"Quit poking me," he grabbed her hand, "get some more rest and relax through the rest of the flight."

"Mmmhmm," Sara mumbled.

Sara leaned against Grissom throughout the rest of the flight and Grissom kept his eyes closed to try and relax. The lab better not be a disaster.

"How was your trip?" Nick asked when Sara entered the locker room.

"Good, Grissom's mom was really nice. We went out shopping, and I found a wedding dress."

"That's good, but shopping on Thanksgiving?"

"That's why I said, but Gil's mom insisted that we go."

"Sounds like you really liked her."

"I did, I just wish the visit could have been longer."

Nick and Sara walked out to the break room and waited for Grissom to appear.

When Grissom entered the break room, everyone announced, "Welcome back!"

Grissom nodded and acted like nothing had happened. "Nick, Warrick, you've got a convenience store robbery. Cath, you and Sara have a suspicious circs. Greg, you're coming with me to an assault scene."

Everyone turned to leave the room, and Catherine and Sara lagged toward the back. "So, how was the trip?" Catherine asked as they walked out to the car.

"It went well. Gil's mom is really nice and we went shopping."

"Oh, you did? Was it crowded?"

"No, we went Thanksgiving morning. I found a wedding dress."

Catherine stopped and smiled at Sara. "You did?"

"Yeah, it's really nice.

"C'mon, we'll talk about this on the way, you wouldn't want any eavesdroppers to hear," Catherine joked, pulling her out to the car.

Once both of them had gotten into the car and pulled out of the parking lot, Catherine started in again. "So, what does the dress look like?"

"White strapless a-line gown. It has blue beading across the top of the dress."

"Blue?"

"Yeah. I had never seen anything like it, and it was beautiful."

"So, when do I get to see this dress?" Catherine prodded.

"They're going to be shipping it in a few weeks. After I get it, you can see it."

Catherine smiled and they continued on the way to the scene.

After finishing another night's work, Grissom and Sara returned to their house and lounged in the bedroom. Grissom was laying on his stomach on the bed and Sara was leaning above him, giving him a massage. "Griss, what the hell did you do at your scene?" Sara asked, feeling all of the knots in his back.

"My job," he snipped and groaned when Sara pushed on an especially tender area of his back, "it was a stabbing and there were unique blood patterns on the floor. I had to set up and take a lot of pictures. Overall, I spent a lot of time on my knees."

Sara raised an eyebrow but kept quiet. "Isn't that what you brought Greg with you for?"

"Sara, he's in the field to train, not to be used as a lackey."

"Oh, you changed your mind about him? You usually just send him to do the things that you don't want to do," she said lightly.

Grissom groaned again. "Sara, we are not discussing this."

"At least you're taking him out in the field more now. He really does want to get out of the lab."

"I know Sara. Please, we're home, let's not talk about work."

"Okay," she said, kissing the junction of his neck and shoulder.

Sara continued to give him a massage, but she stopped when she felt his vertebrae pop under her hands. "Wow, you really are an old man," she said facetiously.

"Come on, my back needs you, just massage."

"Hey, really, are you alright?" she asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I just have a few kinks that you are working out right now. The perils of old age."

Sara laughed and continued her massage. When she was finished she kissed the back of his neck. "Okay, does that feel better?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you," he said turning over.

Grissom wrapped an arm around her and pulled her down on top of him. He sensually trailed kissed up her neck and deepened the kiss to her lips. "Griss, I just got rid of the kinks in your back," she moaned, "you don't need more."

Grissom slid his hands down the sides of her body and brought them up under her shirt. "I'm fine," he said, in between kisses, "I do believe you are overdressed for this occasion."

When Grissom pulled her shirt off and trailed his kisses downward, Sara gave up protesting and gave in to his desires.