Sunday came and Warrick stopped at his Grams' house to pick her up for church. Per tradition, he bought her a Gardenia corsage. Gram's real name was Gardenia. She was a petite woman, although retirement and the slower metabolism of age had brought her a few extra pounds that she wore happily. She was always pleased to spend time with her handsome grandson, and the fact that he was taking her to church, and then brunch to meet his girlfriend was merely a bonus.

Warrick and Grams attended church at the Episcopal Methodist Church. They had a great choir that Grams was a part of, and that she was continually trying to get her honey-voiced grandson to be a part of. Grams was so proud to have her tall handsome, grandson at her side and was always touched that he remembered to get her a corsage.

After church, Grams inquired about picking Sara up. Warrick explained that she had gotten called into work, and would be getting a ride from Nick. He didn't want to tell her that Sara had gone into work on purpose since she was scared of the scrutiny of Grams and her poker group. Warrick could understand as he was currently under the same scrutiny at that moment. The ladies inquired after Warrick and asked about his new girlfriend. Warrick told them that he was well, and demurred that he did not want to ruin the surprise for Grams, who has not met Sara yet.

Grams and Warrick got to the House of Blues for the Gospel Brunch ten minutes before the 1:00pm seating. Sara was waiting inside the restaurant for them. She looked lovely in a black shift with violets printed all over the dress with a matching violet sweater. She had some of her hair pulled up with the rest of it, resting in waves below her shoulders. She had even put on makeup. Warrick was impressed. Not that Warrick wasn't looking fine, in his charcoal suit with a dove grey shirt and charcoal and forest green tie.

Warrick gave Sara a hug and a gentle kiss, which she nervously returned. He also gave her the corsage of white baby roses that he had bought for her and kept in the cooler in his car so it wouldn't wilt. He then introduced her to Grams. Sara put out her hand to shake, but Grams pulled the woman in a hug. "Warrick, she's lovely, but don't you feed her?" Warrick and Sara laughed. "He feeds me Mrs. Brown. I think I've put on five pounds since we started dating?"

Grams harrumphed, "Missy, when I hear Mrs. Brown, I think it's the IRS looking for me, call me grams. And you could stand another ten pounds on top of that five."

Sara blushed. The hostess called the group and the three walked to the table.

The group ordered a pitcher of the Special Iced Tea. Sara would not have minded a beer to calm her nerves, but she did not want to drink in front of Grams. They then went up and got their plates to get on line.

Sara did a lap around all of the tables and was surprised at the amount of offerings and was pleased about the amount of them that were vegetarian. Sara filled her plate with scrambled eggs, red mashed potatoes, cheddar cheese grits, fruits and a banana nut muffin. Grams had gotten some eggs, catfish and grits with fruit and a blueberry muffin, and Warrick decided to get some Southwestern Style eggs, with bacon, catfish and grits.

They sat at the table and began eating. Grams asked Sara how she had come to Vegas. Sara looked at Warrick not knowing exactly how much he had told Grams about Holly Gibbs, and why she had really come to Vegas. Sara deciding to be safe and told Grams that she had known Grissom from some seminars and that he had asked her to come to Vegas when the Vegas lab had been short handed.

Quickly and without any more loaded questions, it was time to go up to the buffet again. Sara, Grams, and Warrick got up and while swaying to the infectious gospel music went up to buffet and filled up on Mushroom pasta, cornbread with maple syrup butter, and Shrimp salad.

While eating the second course, Grams kept Sara entertained with stories of Warrick as a little boy. Sara could see how much Grams adored Warrick, and was glad that he had someone who was able to take such good care of him after the death of his mother. Grams also took the opportunity to ask Sara about herself. She was impressed that Sara went to Harvard, and told Sara that her parents must be very proud of her. Warrick noticed that Sara colored when she stammered out a quick, "I hope so" before excusing herself to go to the ladies room.

Grams took the opportunity to dish to Warrick about Sara. "She's a lovely girl Warrick, and I can see that she's very smart and that she adores you." Warrick breathed a sigh of relief. He was hoping that Grams would like Sara, and he knew that Sara could be awkward around people when she was nervous, and was glad that Sara was able to contain her nerves. He began musing about Sara, and did not hear Grams question at first. "Sorry Grams, I must have been a million miles away."

Grams chuckled, "No, I would say a couple of hundred feet." Gesturing towards the ladies room, she smiled and continued. "So when do you think you'll meet Sara's parents?" Warrick tried to dodge around the question, since he had been wondering the same thing. Sara never mentioned her parents, or siblings, or anyone. It was like she had sprung out of the sea. He made a mental note to ask her about that.

Sara returned to the table and suggested that they try dessert. The three made their way to the dessert table and got themselves generous 'tastes' of the banana bread pudding, walnut brownies and cobbler. During dessert and coffee Grams dropped her bombshell.

"Warrick baby, do you think Nicky could stop by this week?" Warrick looked at her and smiled. "Grams if you have any more food, you might want to wait. I think he's still working through the first batch you and the bridge group sent." After Nick's ordeal, Grams bridge group mobilized and stocked his fridge with enough meals and pies to last until Christmas. Nick's ordeal had been in May.

Grams chuckled, "No, its not food. I wanted a recommendation from him."

Warrick looked at Grams quizzically. "Are the ladies planning a trip to Texas?"

Grams smiled and ruffled his hair. "No baby. I want to sign up to be a foster parent, and I thought a letter of recommendation from a member of law enforcement would help with my being a teensy bit over the age limit. I couldn't ask you since I don't think a relative would count, and I just met Miss Sara here."

Warrick darkened. "Grams, I don't think it's a good idea."

Sara broke in, "Why not? I think she would be great."

Warrick gave Sara a very quiet look. "Grams, you're finally retired, you should be relaxing."

Grams snorted. "Relaxing is for the dead. I had hoped to spend my retirement taking care of my Great-Grandbabies…"

Warrick shook his head. He was not surprised that Grams had mentioned the baby thing, just that it had taken so long into the meal to do so.

Sara continued, "What age group were you planning on?"

Grams smiled and gave Sara's hand a squeeze. "I was thinking of a teenage girl. It breaks my heart to see these girls going wild, having babies when they should be playing with dolls, also, you don't have to lift a twelve year old girl."

Warrick shook his head. He could see Grams wanting to help, but he worried about her. Teenage girls would mean teenage boys, and some of them could be rough, and he might not be able to be there if trouble arose. Warrick broke out of his reverie to notice that Sara and Grams were excitedly discussing the plan. He was not happy about this. He and Sara would have to talk later.

Soon the meal was over. Warrick dropped Grams off, and began to drive Sara home. When he stopped in front of her house, Sara broke the silence to ask Warrick if he wanted to come in. Warrick shook his head and was getting some excuse ready about being tired or getting ready for shift. However, Sara did not graduate from Harvard for nothing. She turned to Warrick and asked him what had made him upset. Not wanting to lie, he told Sara that he was upset about Grams wanting to be a foster parent at her age, and Sara agreeing to it.

Sara looked at him, and her next comment rocked his world. "I'm sorry you feel that way Warrick, I guess I got carried away. When I was in the system, if I had gotten a foster mom like Grams, I would have been black and blue from pinching myself."

Warrick did a double take. "When you were in the system? When were you in the system, and how?" Warrick would have been less surprised if Sara had told him that she used to be a man.

Sara sighed, "It's a long story War, and I don't want to tell it in your Denali. Come inside, unless of course you're too tired." At that Warrick snorted. Sara knew you didn't tease a man with a bombshell like that and then offer to continue at a later date. The two of them headed up to Sara's apartment.

Sara changed out of her dress into a tank top and sweatpants, and began to tell Warrick all about the abuse, her mother finally killing her father, and the subsequent separation of her and her brother, and her years in foster care, until she graduated early and went to Harvard.

Warrick was stunned. He knew that abuse cases had always pushed Sara's buttons, but never imagined that this could be the reason why. He had always imagined that Sara had been her parent's brilliant princess. Shows how much he knows about people.

Sara looked up at Warrick with her eyes glistening with tears. "I suppose you are disgusted with me?"

Warrick looked at her in complete shock. "Why would you imagine that?"

"People always are. In school I was 'the foster girl with the murdering mom' 'don't make Sara mad, she'll cut you. I was free for a bit when I got to Harvard, but then someone from my home town went there and told the story again. I graduated early and went to Berkley where I met Grissom. I knew Grissom for eight years before I told him, and the next week he goes and asks Sofia to dinner. News like this generally drives people away."

Warrick drew Sara onto his lap and kissed her. "Not people who really love you." Warrick looked thoughtful, "Why did you tell Grissom, anyway." As soon as he said that, Warrick regretted those words. He knew he shouldn't be jealous of Grissom, but he couldn't help it. In some ways, Sara had been more intimate with Grissom than she was with him, and despite the fact that he knew every inch of her body, he knew that they would never have that ESP thing that she and Grissom seemed to have.

Sara sighed at the question, but given the apparent shock of her news, decided to give Warrick a pass. "Do you remember when I got suspended last year, during the Russian Mail Order Bride murders?" Warrick nodded his head. "Ecklie and Catherine wanted me fired. Grissom came over and asked me what had set me off, and for reasons I still don't understand, I told him." She kissed Warrick. "Warrick I am not going to lie to you. Grissom and I had something between us, even though we never kissed or were intimate in a physical way; it was a mental, emotional affair. But after a while and a bit of counseling, I knew that it wouldn't happen, and that deep down, I probably wouldn't have wanted it. We would have destroyed each other. I know it, and he knows it too. I gave up on that dream, got my closure and moved on. That first night we were together, I wouldn't have allowed myself to get into bed with you if I was still in love with Grissom." Sara kissed Warrick passionately. "I love you Warrick. For a million different reasons, but I love you and I choose you."

Warrick returned the kiss. Realizing that he still had Sara on his lap, he gently pushed her off and went to get his blazer. Sara looked at him with confusion. Warrick chuckled, "Baby, I am not leaving, I just wanted to get you your three month anniversary present."

Sara protested. "But I didn't get you anything, and our three month anniversary was a week ago."

Warrick smiled and cradled Sara in his arms. "I wanted to wait and make sure this is something we would both want." He handed Sara a small square box. Nervously Sara opened it. In it were two items. House keys and an LVPD Change of Address Form.

Sara grinned. "You want me to move in with you?"

Warrick gave her a playful swat on the butt. "Wow, you're brilliant. I guess the whole Harvard thing paid off." Sara returned his comment with a swat of her own. She then began enthusiastically began kissing Warrick.

Warrick let out a chuckle. "So does that mean yes."

Sara kissed him again, grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. "Let me show you how many ways this means yes."

Their lovemaking was tender that afternoon, it was gentle and affectionate and each stroke and return confirmed the love that each had for the other.

Afterwards, they lay in bed, satisfied and relaxed. Sara murmured, "You know what I could go for?"

Warrick groaned. "Girl, you are insatiable, but I am old and tired."

Sara laughed at him, and gave him a squeeze. "No, not right now, as I am pretty tired myself. I was thinking that I could go for more of the banana bread pudding with the crème sauce."

Warrick laughed. Leave it to Sara to be thinking with her stomach. However, that was one of the reasons he loved her so much.

"Warrick, the change of address has to be signed by my supervisor. Are you ready to let the cat out of the bag?"

Warrick cuddled up next to Sara. "Sweetgirl, I have been ready for three months." He kissed Sara and they snuggled to rest up before work. Warrick murmured that if they left a little early, he could probably get some bread pudding to go. Sara whispered that on second thought, bread pudding was not what she was craving.

TBC

A/N: Another chapter done. I will have a few more. After all, with the exception of Nick, no one at work knows that Warrick and Sara are in Luvvre. That could be fun. I also wanted to thank all of you who reviewed. I am stunned by the number and enthusiasm of the responses. I might end up making this one of my regular fiction 'ships.

A/N: I do not know ANYTHING about how you become a foster parent, so if the letter thing and choosing the age thing is inaccurate, please leave that to poetic license.

Also, if you are ever near a House of Blues-GO-GO-GO. Get the Banana Bread Pudding with the Crème Anglaise Sauce. I am a chocolate girl, but would choose that anytime. I would also seriously consider bathing in the Crème Anglaise Sauce…its that good.