Oh yea, still don't own them. If I did, they'd be exhausted because they'd never get any sleep! Hellomind, come back from the gutter. Thanks everyone for the kind words.

Chapter Fourteen

Feeling refreshed, Sara finished dressing and went to investigate the wonderful aroma that was permeating from the kitchen. She walked around the corner and leaned up against the wall. She flashed a huge smile at the sight of Super Crime-Fighting, Mad Bug Scientist, CSI Supervisor, Gil Grissom, clad in an apron, uncorking a bottle of wine and singing along with the radio:

Come with me, my love, to the sea, the sea of love…I want to tell you how much

I love you.

Sara just stood there, huge grin on her face, content to just watch him. He really was the love of her life. For all his faults and quirks, she completely and utterly loved him. It had never been more clear to her than it was in this moment standing in his living room, watching him fumble around with dinner. 'Whatever happens or doesn't happen between us tonight,' she thought to herself, 'I know now that it's not just lust, or validation, or loneliness; I love him…And I'm going to tell him…tonight.'

Grissom finished opening the wine, looked up at a smiling Sara Sidle. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to see a new side of you. I like it! When can I get the full concert?" She slowly made her way closer to the kitchen. "What is that wonderful smell that lured me from my bath?"

Only slightly embarrassed he answered, "Stir-fry vegetables over rice. I made chicken for it too, but I didn't prepare them together. I haven't seen you eat meat since the pig. Oh, and garlic dinner rolls. I hope you like it."

Sara almost teared-up. He took such time and effort into this. Everything looked wonderful; the candles, dimmed lights, wine, and Gil Grissom, looking so cute in his apron and oven mitt. "You made it so I'm sure I'll love it!" She put her hand on his. "Thank you, Gris. For…for everything. I can't seem to find the right words to tell you everything that I'm thinking and feeling right now, but…" She stopped because she saw the look of fear in his eyes, and she felt that she had again over-talked and scared him away.

Grissom searched for the right thing to say. He gently took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers and smiled, "Sara…let's just…let's just have dinner. We will have plenty of time to talk about thoughts and feelings. I'm not going anywhere."

She smiled, amazed at his calm demeanor. They sat down and enjoyed a wonderful dinner; talking for an hour about an array of topics: from food, to wine, to music. There was even a time where they each took turns impersonating their co-workers. They smiled, laughed, held hands. It was almost as if they had been doing this for years.

After they finished eating, Grissom was clearing the dishes when there was a knock at the door.

"Sara would you mind answering that. I'm up to my elbows in suds."

As she opened the door, she peered out at a burly man holding a beautiful arrangement of flowers. "

Uh, delivery for a Sara Sidle, just sign here."

She brought the flowers into the kitchen, set them on the counter and read the card:

My Dear Sara,

It's so wonderful to have you home.

Gil

Sara just gazed at Gil as he was rigorously washing dishes. He looked up at her and smiled; his face turned slightly red. Several thoughts swam around in her brain, but she could only vocalize two words, "Thank you," and she wondered how many times in one night she could fall in love with him.

TBC

Allright so maybe it's a little corny, but that's why it's fanfiction, I guess. I am a romantic, so I guess I will write that way. Please review if you can.