Disclaimer: Don't profit from them, don't own them, didn't create them. Oh, and I don't own Surreal Gourmet either.

Rating: R

A/N: I want to say thank you to Ashley and Anushka for worrying about me as well as Kate. You guys are so sweet!

Unfortunately, faithful reviewers, you do realize what this means don't you? I am going to have to tone down the sex in my fics despite how much I don't want to. Don't fret, you're A/C will still get work outs but I just think that it won't be as much as it was last time. That sucks for me too. I enjoy writing it and hearing how much you guys enjoy it.

I still like your plan Kate about finding out who reported me and then sending George after them. I think it is most excellent and should be put into affect promptly.


Chapter Two: How About Your Bedroom?

Sara smoothed out her simple black dress that hugged her body perfectly and came a few inches above the knee. It was definitely something that Grissom or anyone for that matter, would not expect her to wear but that was what tonight was going to be all about: surprises.

The shoes that she slipped on her feet had hardly ever been worn since she wasn't particularly fond of wearing stilettos and didn't really have any place to wear them to. For twenty minutes she had walked around her house, cleaning up a bit, wearing the shoes just to get a good feel for them. After all, she didn't want to fall flat on her face once Grissom opened the door for her. She wanted to strut in there and brand the image into her mind of his jaw dropping to the floor.

She rubbed her lips together in an effort to spread the red lipstick that was painted onto her lips and she admired the subtle black mascara and eyeliner that decorated her eyes. Her hair was pretty much untouched, it just had a little more volume to it than usual and as she made her way to the door, she sprayed some light perfume on her neck and wrists before slipping into the purse that she had dug out of her closet.

The drive to Grissom's place seemed longer than it really was. At a red light Sara double-checked that she had everything she needed in her purse that rested on the passenger seat beside her. A smile crept across her ruby lips as her fingers caressed hard steel. A moment later, she tore her hand away back to the steering wheel, the smirk still on her face.

The place smelt like something spicy yet delicious as she strolled through the front door, casually glancing over her shoulder to see the expression on Grissom's face. His pale blue eyes were roaming across her seemingly never-ending smooth legs and the heels that her feet wore. Slipping off her coat, she folded it over her arm and noticed that his eyes had trailed up from her legs to the curve of her hips and lower body.

"Let me take that," he said, his voice a little huskier than it had been a moment before.

"Thank you."

Respectfully, Sara slid of her shoes and left them by the door as she watched him hang her coat in the hall closet. He motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen where he had been busy making dinner.

Her lungs were filled with the smell of a sauce for pasta and when she looked down into the pan, she marked it pesto. The noodles were in a metal strainer in the sink, the steam rising into the air before it dissipated.

"It seems you've done it all without me," she smiled, turning to face him.

He was busying pulling out two wine glasses as he asked, "Wine?"

"Yes, please."

She definitely needed something to cool her throat. The anticipation was slowly getting to her as she placed her purse on the countertop that was a sort of bar. She sat down on one of the stools and watched as the white wine filled two glasses. Handing one to her with a smile he said, "Cheers," before they clinked their glasses together, making a dull sound of glass on glass.

After taking a healthy dip of her wine, Sara allowed Grissom to guide her to the set table in the dining room, his hand resting lightly on her lower back. He pulled out her chair for and she thanked him, slightly shocked that her blush was genuine.

"I'll only be a moment."

"Are you sure you don't want any help?" she asked, her voice soft as she looked up at him, her hand resting gently on his forearm in a manner that could be nothing else besides intimate.

"No, thank you. I'll be fine."

Leaving her with a warm smile, he made his way top the kitchen to bring the dinner out into the dining room. Sara felt an inkling of guilt when she saw the tender smile that was on his lips when he let her for a moment. She thought she was going to feel terrible after for what she was about to do to him but somehow, she knew that that would not be the case. Her revenge would be sweet and fulfilling, a way to finally get on with her life. But lately, she noticed that Grissom had been slightly taken with her. He smiled at her a lot more and was generally a lot more touchy-feely with her. A few months ago and she would have been fine with it, in fact, more than fine with it but now, it bothered her. Did he think that he was going to be the one to decide when they could finally act upon their feelings? Did he think that he was in control? She sure as hell hoped not, she found herself thinking, because he was about to be proven wrong.

Almost on cue of her thinking about him, Grissom walked out of the kitchen with ease, a pasta bowl in each hand. There was already forks and knives on the table lit by candles, as well as a sliced up baguette.

Had Sara not been distracted by the events that were going to occur later, she found have noted that the entire set-up seemed cheesy and cliché.

"Thank you," she said lightly, forcing a smile on her lips when he placed her plate in front of her.

Why did she feel like a child all of a sudden when he placed her meal in front of her? She knew why. It was because that was what parents did to their young child. They would set their meal before because they were not competent enough to carry the plate themselves. She wondered next if he was going to offer her a bib or a spoon.

"Would you like a spoon?"

Her head snapped up from once gazing down at the pasta before her, staring at him incredulously. She was about to scream 'what the hell was that?' at him but he elaborated on his question.

"To twirl your pasta on."

"Oh," she instantly relaxed. "No thank you."

She could feel a flush in her cheeks that had not been there a moment before. How stupid of her to think anything otherwise of the question. Some people liked to have a spoon to twist their spaghetti noodles and other noodles on with their fork. She could have slapped herself.

"This is very good. You said something about a recipe earlier?" she stated after swallowing down the slightly hot noodles.

"Yes. I occasionally watch the Food Network. I saw it on Surreal Gourmet."

"I've never heard of it."

"It's a fairly decent show. The man has a toaster oven shaped trailer where he cooks meals for people under a certain amount of time."

"Does he ever not make it?"

"No, it's television after all," he replied with smile that she instantly returned.

Their light conversation continued until they were finished eating. She insisted upon taking her plate back to the kitchen as well as his and after a moment of resistance, he finally gave in. He refused, however, to allow her to rinse the dishes even though they were going in the dishwasher. She watched him load them into the machine from the stool that she had been perched on before.

Just as he was finishing, drying his hands on a small towel, Sara slowly rounded the corner and watched him intently with what hoped to be a sexy gaze. This night would definitely test her acting skills and unfortunately for her, she had never had a knack for the arts, only the sciences.

Resting her hand lightly on his shoulder, she leaned slightly into him, possibly invading his space. "You know, I never have seen all of your place."

He turned his head to the side to meet her gaze and found that she was much closer to him than he had realized. Her breasts were pressing faintly against his upper arm and he saw the look in her eyes. They both knew where this was going to go.

"Where would like to see first?"

He contemplated showing her everything but the bedroom, saving it for last, but then he thought why don't they just skip everything else and get right to it.

"How about your bedroom?" she purred.