A/N: Wow you guys! I just checked my stats and I'm at 9998 hits! Only two more to go and this fic hits 10000! I'm so grateful for all of you reading my fics! The writing is what's most important to me but it's nice to have your stuff read as well... I'm very sorry for not updating sooner. I was completely and utterly stuck with this one, put time in writing two PWP's (up on AFF by the way), a Yo!Bling story (working on it), co-writing a Catherine/Sara fic with Andromeda and there's another GSR fic coming up soon, called Hunter becomes Hunted. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll try to update the next one sooner. Thank you all for being so patient, thanks to Miss Cam and GeekLoveFreak for the beta. Please R&R and maybe read some of my other fics! Love, Lynn

Sara lowered herself onto one of the many boxes marked 'books' while carefully taking the glass of champagne from Grissom's extended hand.

"Thanks," she smiled.

The rain was pouring down, which was not very common in Las Vegas, especially this time of year. It reminded her of San Francisco. There, you could walk along on a beautiful afternoon in the fall and suddenly it would start to pour. Umbrellas would appear out of nowhere. Every streetvender seemed to sell them instantly. As soon as the sky cleared, all umbrellas disappeared as fast as they had come and everyone would continue business as usual.

Here in Vegas things were different. People weren't prepared for rainfall and they would frequently be caught off-guard. But not Sara, she could smell the rain coming from miles away.

"I'm glad we're inside," Grissom said as he studied the patterns the raindrops made on the window. "I feel too bad for swing."

Sara grimaced, "Don't be too sure the raining stops before our shift starts."

Grissom unconsiously stroked Sara's lower arm. Here he was, with the love of his life, sitting in a house that they had bought together. He had kept the promise he had made during their love-making in Paris. As soon as their feet had touched U.S. territory they had gone house hunting.

After two weeks and seven houses they had both fallen in love with number eight. It had an enormous back yard with a round swimming pool, a fireplace and a beautiful porch. Another perk was that it wasn't too far from the lab, but far enough from the neon lights of the Tangiers and the Bellagio.

Sara looked at him and smiled. He seemed happier than she had ever witnessed him. She had been amazed at the fact that he had been willing to sell his townhouse. He had even been the one to propose buying a house together.

"My house holds too many bad memories," he said, "Sure, it was the place we first slept together, but I don't think that was a very good point in our lives. I wasn't ready and I only caused you pain and trouble."

Sara stroked his cheek. "Listen, Grissom. If we hadn't slept together back then we wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have gotten pregnant and turned both of our lives upside down, you wouldn't have come around, I would have had nothing to forgive you for and you wouldn't have had to make things up to me by taking me to Paris."

Grissom pulled her closer, taking in every little detail with every one of his senses; the softness of her skin, the taste of her lips, her scent, her hair that was spread out on his upper arm and pillow. He ran his hand over her belly.

"I hope we made a new baby just now," he whispered in her ear.

"I hope we didn't," Sara admitted.

She felt Grissom's body tense so she turned around.

"Because I want to practice making one with you over and over and over and over"

She hadn't become pregnant on the first try, which had given them time to adjust to their new relationship. They were two science-geeks who had lived in solitude all of their adult lives, so it would be hard to get used to sharing living space. Even though this was new to both of them, it had immediately felt right.

"I love you," Grissom said softly, ripping her out of her remeniscing.

He reached for her hand to retrieve the -now empty- glass she was holding and set it down on the ground.

"I know. You showed me last week when Ecklie found out we were moving in together by the fact that you were willing to put your job on the line to save mine. I couldn't help but think otherwise. I love you too."

Grissom blushed slightly. He had told Ecklie that if Sara was fired over this, he would be gone faster than Ecklie could say 'Lab Director'. Ecklie had made it clear on more than one occasion that he couldn't affort losing Grissom as a CSI, so he had to concede.

Sara stood up and extended her hand.

"I'm glad we have at least made the bed," she said.

Tired of unpacking boxes, Grissom didn't have to think twice about following her to the bedroom.

"No love-making this afternoon," he smiled, "just sleep."

They undressed in silence and got under the sheets, huddling close together. For the first time since they moved in, they listened as the rain fell on the roof -their roof.

Sara marveled about the fact that her body seemed to fit exactly in to Grissom's when they were spooning.

Grissom. She still called him Grissom. She had for the last fifteen years, so why change it now? She wanted to change it, should they ever be lucky enough as to have children who carried his last name. Or if she should be as lucky to marry him and carry his last name herself.

Marrying Grissom. The idea seemed somehow off to her. She wanted to -God knows she wanted to- but this moving in together thing... She'd have to start out with that.

When shift started a couple of hours later, the rain had kept on pouring, so a DB in the desert wasn't their favorite place to hang out. But it was all part of the job and neither of them would complain as long as they could be out there catching bad guys.

The rain had turned the desert into a mud pool and would Greg have been here, Sara was sure he'd definately have tried to get her to pick a fight with the female officer.

It took them only half an hour to gather all the 'evidence' they could find and by the time they walked back to Sara's Denali, both of them were covered in sand . Fortunately the rain had finally stopped falling.

Sara started to take off her clothes as soon as she reached the cover provided by her car.

"Sara?"Grissom said, his eyes widening, "what are you doing? We're at work!"

"Unless you want me to get pissed at you for ruining my car interior I suggest you do the same."

She had stripped down to her underwear and was now rummaging through a bag in the back seat, searching for fresh clothes.

"I didn't bring any clean clothes!"

"That's your problem now isn't it?" Sara answered while putting on a clean top and pants. She leaned back against her car.

"Shed it or regret it, Gris!"

Grissom scowled at her, but started to unbutton his shirt nonetheless.

Sara enjoyed his striptease with a smirk. "Should I turn the radio on to give you a rhythm to work with?"

"Don't you dare!"

Sara's booming laugh drifted through the air but she didn't care. Everyone had heard about their relationship by now -courtesy of the grapevine- so people were wise enough not to disturb the two lovebirds with whatever it was they were doing.

Grissom had now stripped down to his boxers and stood before Sara with a hint of embarrassment.

"Very good honey!" Sara grinned, "now give me a kiss."

Grissom grumbled, but followed her command.

"Thank you... Here..." She grabbed her bag and handed Gris some clean clothes. "One of the benefits of sharing a home."