A/N: Thanks to my beta's, who have been a very good help to this particular chapter: Laura, Sammie, Rianne thanks! I hope you like this chapter. I would like to think of it as one of my best. Don't mind me using French, I didn't pass my exams last year and I just had to show that I CAN! Please review, they keep me happy! Enjoy! Lynn
"When you mentioned Paris I thought: Arc de Triomphe, Louvre, Eiffel Tower... Not Big Thunder Mountain Railroad and Space Mountain roller coasters!" Sara shouted while being thrown upside down in the winding loops and twists of the latter.
Grissom grinned with a twinkle in his eye.
"Some people would call a Disney theme park romantic," he said, when they rolled back to the platform.
"It is! Kind of, anyway. Just not what I had expected. At all!"
Grissom helped her out of her seat and towards the exit.
"You don't honestly believe I would spend a whole week here do you?" he laughed, "I just wanted to throw you off a bit. Of course there'll be visits to the Louvre and to other museums and we will most definitely share at least one meal in a small, romantic restaurant with a view of the Eiffel Tower by night."
Sara turned to him and whispered, "I'd like that."
She looked vulnerable in that moment. Grissom had never seen her like that. He wondered if there had been something he said to make her get a feeling of insecurity, but he couldn't think of anything.
"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, it's just..." she paused for a moment, "I'm not used to you being like this, so sweet, so attentive. It takes some time for me to adjust."
Grissom wrapped her in his arms and kissed her ever so softly. "I want you to get used to this," he mumbled against her soft lips.
Sara opened her mouth slightly and allowed his tongue to enter. They stood there for what looked like ages. Sinking deeper and deeper into the kiss, feeling more and more comfortable with each other.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
Sara and Grissom broke apart quickly. A girl around the age of ten was pointing up at them with large blue eyes.
"Papa! Cette monsieur embrassait cette madame! Je l'ai vu! J'ai vu leurs langues! Il était brut!"
Although Sara didn't speak French her cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink.
"We're so sorry," she mumbled at the man who was scowling in her direction, clutching his obviously upset daughter.
"Vous avez dérangé ma petite fille!" the man said while shooting Grissom an angry glare.
"Nous sommes très désolé," Grissom replied in French, "Est-ce que je peux vous offrir quelque chose a boire?"
"Ce n'est pas nécessaire," the man answered with a small smile, "Merci pour l'offre."
Grissom nodded and turned around to walk away with Sara.
"You speak French?" she gasped, "What did he say? What did you say?"
Grissom smiled. "I do speak French. He said we have upset his daughter, I offered my apologies and something to drink, he declined the drink but accepted the apologies."
"I can't believe you speak French!" Sara had a big smile plastered on her face. "That is so romantic!"
"It's only romantic when I talk to you and you understand what I'm saying," Grissom replied cryptically.
They spent the rest of the day trying to get as much pictures taken with various Disney-creatures, Mickey of course being their all time favorite.
"You know, when I was a kid I loved Alice in Wonderland," Sara said while spinning around in a giant tea cup. "I didn't know what Lewis Carroll meant by it though, you know, about a girl maturing? I just loved the story and I spent my days taking bites out of cookies hoping to get taller."
"I guess that worked then," Grissom winked while taking in her long legs.
When darkness fell they enjoyed themselves watching the parade, deciding that a theme park in fact was very romantic, if you waited for the right moment.
They took the subway back to their hotel which was located in the city. Upon arrival they had merely left their luggage at the check-in because it was too early to enter their room. Now their suitcases had been brought upstairs and all they had to do was get the key from the reception desk.
Their room wasn't very large, though large enough for the two of them. Two queen size beds were positioned against the wall opposite the door. Flowery bed spreads covered the pearly-white blankets.
The second door in the room lead to the very small bathroom, which contained a counter with two sinks, a toilet, a shower and a towel rack.
"Cosy," Sara stated.
"As you can see I asked for two separate beds. I don't want you to feel you have to do anything you're not ready for."
"Thanks," she whispered while advancing on him. The door closed, she pulled him into a deep kiss.
"Should we go to sleep?" Grissom asked when they broke apart. "We'll have to walk a lot tomorrow you know?"
Grissom used their bathroom first, emerging with a white towel around his neck and wearing only pyjama bottoms.
"Are you trying to persuade me Dr. Grissom?" Sara asked in a most seductive voice.
"I always wear this to bed!" Grissom replied a bit confused.
"Tempting."
Sara went into the bathroom and quickly brushed her teeth and changed into marine sweatpants and a grey tank top.
"Don't look too scrappy yourself," Grissom commented when she walked out of the bathroom and towards her bed. She leaned towards him and gave him a soft and teasing kiss before getting under her covers.
"Goodnight Gris," she whispered while turning off the lights.
"Goodnight Sar."
When Sara opened her eyes the following morning, squinting against the bright light that spilled through the gap between the curtains, she noticed that Grissom's bed was empty. It had been carefully made, almost as though it hadn't been slept in.
"Gris?" she said while leaning one hand on the floor and hanging off one side of the bed, trying to peer into the bathroom.
"Grissom! Are you in there?"
There was no response.
Sara clumsily climbed out of bed and slowly pushed the bathroom door open. Grissom wasn't there. She heard the hallway door open and stuck her head around the doorframe. She saw Grissom closing the door very quietly before turning around and finding her bed empty. His eyes searched for her and finally he noticed her looking at him.
"You should have still been sleeping," he said in an accusatory tone of voice, "I got you breakfast."
A smile broke on Sara's face as she quickly hopped back into the bed and -without saying another word- closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Grissom smiled. He had never seen her this happy. It suited her well.
He quietly walked over to the bed and gave her a soft kiss.
"Sara, wake up," he whispered while stroking the hair out of her face.
She slowly opened her eyes, stifled a yawn and smiled at Grissom.
"Good morning."
Grissom grinned broadly. "You're good! Ever thought about pursuing a career in acting?"
Sara sat upright and eyed him curiously. "You said something about breakfast I believe?"
"I brought you croissants," he said, "but you should get out of bed, because they crumble a lot and you won't be able to sleep tonight.
"Who said I'd be sleeping in this bed tonight?" Sara replied innocently while grabbing the bag and taking a bite of her croissant, letting the crumbles fall freely between her sheets.
"Oops! I guess I don't even have a choice now!"