Disclaimer: The characters of CSI:LV belong to their creators, not me. I'm just borrowing them so they can have more ... fun ... than they do on the show. At least, unless they prove me wrong. That would be very cool.

Spoilers: through Season 4.

Status: Complete!

I've had to finish this up under duress as Real Life has been incredibly challenging this last week. Writing this little fic has been fun and enlightening – thanks to everyone for reviewing!

Sara likes the tub. Grissom's mind raced back to when he ordered the tub. He remembered the anxiety before the surgery that he couldn't suppress. He remembered Sara's unfortunate timing of asking him to dinner with regret. He thought of Catherine's support and how he glad he was to see her there. He remembered the overwhelming relief when he realized he could hear the doctors speak after they removed the bandages from his head.

The relief wasn't surprising, as far as revelations went, but the importance of Catherine being there for him was. His personal philosophy of not giving away 'tells' to people was evolving with his revelation. And as far as personal crises went, the tub at least was a practical indulgence.

He reached into the cupboard by the sink and pulled out two things, a champagne-shaped bottle a travel-sized bottle of shampoo, then went back to sit at the edge of the tub. He couldn't quite identify the expression on Sara's face when he came back towards her, "You're already in the tub, why don't you wash your hair?" Sara just looked shocked but took the little bottle from him. Grissom gestured with the dark-colored champagne bottle.

"They gave me this when they installed the tub." Sara looked at the label and smiled in disbelief, "Grissom, you haven't taken a bubble bath in this?"

He shrugged in response. "I thought soaking in it was enough of an indulgence. Besides, it seemed kinda girly." Sara let out an appealing burst of laughter and Grissom smiled in response, his gaze tender. "And since I now have a beautiful girl in the tub, why not use it?"

Sara cocked her head at him, her eyes daring. "Only if you take one with me Grissom." He froze. "Hey now, I'm stark naked here. Even it up."

He blinked. That was fair, he decided. For the second time, he turned and walked away, closing the door behind him. Sara shrugged and uncapped the bubble bath and took a sniff. Almond, she decided. That's a nice touch by the distributor, she poured a little out in her hand, scented, but not exclusively feminine. She added a good amount to the tub, and restarted the jets. The warm scent of almonds filled the air and a thick layer of frothy bubbles soon mounded the surface. I can't believe he's gonna do it, running her hands through the bubbles, but it seems the surgery had really affected him. Maybe he's finally realized I might've died in the lab explosion. Suppressing that depressing thought, she looked up at the sound of the door opening to see Grissom enter in a navy-colored bathrobe, the hem just below his knees. That wiped away any negative thoughts.

He sat on the tub facing Sara again, hands in the pockets. "I don't think I'm ready to go the Full Monty," Sara was more surprised by his reference than his words. "So I brought you this." He removed his hand from his pocket, dangling what obviously was her underwear. "I found it when I brought your clothes to the bedroom..."

The red flush on his cheeks were so endearing that Sara gave him a break and played it straight. "Yeah, I always keep it together with my spare clothes. Habit." She started to reach for it, but Grissom lowered the hand holding her panties to his lap instead. "It'll be awkward for you, can I help you put it on?" Oddly, the thought of Grissom dressing her was a bit embarrassing, but heck, she thought I've nothing to hide. And he's getting in! "Sure."

Standing up, Grissom removed his bathrobe and hung it up on the hook next to tub. Sara felt her heart pound and temperature rise as she took in the sight of Grissom wearing only a pair of dark navy briefs. Speechless, she watched as he knelt by the tub, carefully maneuvering her panties over her injured toe then sliding them up her legs until she could reach and pull them on over her thighs. They didn't acknowledge the heavy spark of attraction that was steadily streaming between them

He sat on the ledge and swung his legs into the tub then met her eyes. "You ready, Sara?" She knew the question meant more then his joining her in the tub. "I've been waiting for you, Grissom."

SEVERAL DAYS LATER

"Nick, you and Catherine have an DB over at convenience store, Brass said it was a holdup; Warrick, make sure you're prepped for the hearing tomorrow; Sara and I are going to a DB near the airport."

Nodding at Sara they grabbed their cases and headed outside. Opening the passenger door for Sara, Grissom asked "Do you want to get your panties wet again after shift?" He closed the door, her laughter still audible from inside as he made his way around the cab.

Brass rose from retrieving his fallen keys beneath his car in the stall over, mouth open and eyes widened in shock as he watched the two of them drive away.

The End