"I've NEVER made love before tonight." He smiled, and grabbed her hand, lightly squeezing it. "I saved that for you."

She returned the squeeze and smiled at him. "Me either. I've only been with two people, Grissom. I thought you should know that."

"Me too, Sweetie. And I didn't really enjoy myself." He smiled. He was happy that they were starting off so great.

"Who were they?" The words were out before she could stop them. "I'm sorry. That is none of my business."

"No, it's okay. I was with a girl in college, and with, um, Lady Heather. " He was waiting for the anger.

"I knew you were with her. Do you love her?" She asked slowly. Her heart was slowly breaking.

"I never loved her, the only one I've ever loved, and will always love...is you."

"Why were you with her?" She didn't know why she needed these answers, but her heart needed them to understand how he could be with someone that could've been a suspect wanted for murder. She needed to know where he drew the line.

He glanced over at Sara. "I needed a release. Sara, I just needed to let it all go. I didn't love her, and still don't...you're the one I love."

She contemplated this for a bit. "What about the one in college? If you're not comfortable answering these questions, please tell me."

"I want to share my life with you Sara. The one in college, was my collage girl friend, we got drunk and had sex, we liked each other. We went out, but we never really loved each other. Her name was Cindy. She left me for one of the jocks."

"Sorry to hear that, Grissom. I've been with two guys." She repeated.

He just smiled, he didn't want to push her into saying who if she didn't want to.

"Well, I'm not, I was then, but I'm not now." Even though, he did want to know.

"I was fifteen when I lost my virginity, Grissom. Fifteen." She didn't want to scare him away by the fact that she started out having sex at a young age. "His name was Jonathan. Johnny, for short. We were best friends. We had to be. We found each other one night at a program that the Child and Family Services held. It was sort of a support group, but we didn't have to talk. We just got to hang out and play games. I went because I had to get out of that house. There were younger kids in my house. Always yelling or crying. I couldn't be around it. I went that night and found Johnny. We were inseparable. He was seventeen. He and I hung out. Nothing serious at first. Then when he kissed me, I thought I loved him 'that way'. I didn't. I had sex with him because all the girls were. Stupid reason. He said he loved me, but I didn't love him. Then the next year I graduated early and moved to Boston to begin classes at Harvard."

She wanted to hear from him before going on. Grissom felt bad for Sara... it must have been hard growing up in numbers of homes, not knowing who you could trust. "I'm sorry Sara, I'm sorry your first time wasn't with someone you loved." He squeezed her cheek.

"I should've said no. I could have and he would have stopped. I didn't say no." She whispered.

"He didn't make you, did he?" Grissom almost didn't want to know the answer.

She felt ashamed. Guilty even. They didn't know each other then and had no reason to feel guilty. "No. God, no! He loved me. I couldn't love him. I couldn't love anyone until I met you. The first time I saw you, I knew that you were it for me. The other guy I was with, well, you know that story, now don't you?" She remembered the 'talk' on the plane that night.

She was surprised that they were at her apartment then. Had been for awhile now. She'd been to wrapped in her story to know her surroundings.

"I loved you, the moment I saw you smile...I just didn't know it then." He smiled.

"You still want to be with me?" She couldn't hide her joy. She'd thought that he'd know her past and would be gone like the snap of your fingers. She never thought he'd stay. "I want you to know. Hank and me, we never even came close to having sex. With us, it wasn't like that."

"Of course I still want to be with you, NOTHING will change that... not even if you grew a third head and hated my guts, I'll always love you. I'm glad that it wasn't that way between you and shithead... oops, did I say that? I meant Hank. " He couldn't hide his smile.

"I think you had it right the first time. Shithead works for him. He didn't even have the decency to tell me that he had a girl. I'd never have messed with him had I known. But I thought, I mean I hoped, I could make you jealous enough to fight for me. Silly isn't it?" She said as she smiled at him.

"It's not Silly... why do you think I flirt with Sporky...I mean Sophia... silly isn't it?"

"Grissom, it never made me jealous. It made me angry. She's younger than me and you were laughing and smiling with her like you used to do with me and I got angry." Sara said as she pick an imaginary string from her shirt.

"I'm sorry, Sara. I never mean to hurt you, or make you angry. " He smiled and also picked an imaginary string from her shirt.

"I know. It wasn't your fault. Why didn't you just try talking to me?" She asked as she finally met his gaze and linked his fingers with her own.

"I was scared." He stated simply. "I didn't want to say the wrong thing, and risk losing you forever."

"You could never say the wrong thing as long as it was from here." She pointed at his heart.

He smiled. "Then I know for sure I'll never say the wrong thing again."

"You ready?" She asked. She was nervous. It had been so long for her. What if she didn't do it right or the way he liked.

"I'll always be ready for you Sara." He could see she was nervous. So, he reached over and gave her a soft but loving kiss. She returned his kiss. Gentle but promising of more. "Let's go, Baby."

"Right behind you." He smiled. He opened his door, after telling her to sit, then walked around and opened hers for her.

"One thing Sara...you can call me anything you want...just not baby okay? " He smiled a bit.

She looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry."

"No! Don't be sorry...I'm just not fond of that name." He took her in his arms and held her tight.

He must have heard that she slipped and called Hank that once. That had been back when she was trying to convince herself that Grissom hated her. She didn't love Hank. Plain and simple. Her heart belonged to the man standing in front of her, and she smiled at him. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. Never wanting to let go. She pulled back and smiled coyly up at him.

"Let's take this upstairs. What do you say?"