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AN: Thanks againto Kristy for beta reading and for always being therewhen I need her hugz. And thanks to Meggie for being there, too, and always making me feel good. Thank you both for being my friends!

Summary: They just enjoy...

They walked out of the motel and into the opposite direction they had gone yesterday as they had been on their way to dinner. The air was still cold but the sun already started to warm it up. They walked in silence just like yesterday evening. But Sara felt different. Some of the easiness seemed to be gone and there was a strange feeling she couldn't really describe. Grissom on the other hand seemed the same like the evening before. Sara wondered if he didn't feel different at all. He still had a soft smile on his lips and seemed to be lost in thoughts. So while they were walking on the sidewalk Sara looked at him and studied his expression. 'He looks rested' was the first thing she thought. Was he really unimpressed by the small kiss? Or was it for just what it had seemed to be? A good night kiss? From a friend? Or was he just able to push his confusion away if he felt something like that? Sara's mind was racing and she got annoyed with herself that a simple gesture like this could make her feel confused this much.

She wasn't angry about Grissom or his behavior right now. She felt frustrated and angry with herself because she hadn't been able to keep the promise she had given to herself. "You better watch on the sideway or you'll hit something". His voice ripped her out of her thoughts. She looked up and when she recognized what he had said she just wrinkeled her nose and threw a glance at him. He loved this expression on her face. The wrinkeled nose and the glance sent small shivers down his spine. She had the same look on her face everytime they couldn't solve a case and Sara just didn't want to except the fact they had to stop. The girlish expression on her face let him see a part of the young Sara, the small girl she once had been. He could imagine her while she was doing her homework and was stuck at a difficult exercise. Or when her brother challenged her in any way and she swore to herself to prove him wrong in telling her she couldn't do it. He raised an eyebrow at the expression on her face. "What have you been thinking of? You seemed miles away" "I... uhm... just thought about something", she said, not really knowing if she could tell him her thoughts or not. And then decided it would be better to keep her thoughts to herself.

"Nothing important" she told Grissom and hoped that he wouldn't ask more. He didn't. He just threw a questioning look on her, nodded and they walked on side by side.

After a few more minutes they reached a small café. Over the front door was a sign with three large '?' on it. Both of them stopped with a slightly confused expression on their faces. Sara chuckled quietly and when Grissom looked at her even more confused, she said: "Well, there are two possibilities. First, whoever owns this cafe is a big fan of Robert Arthur, jr." "What?" Grissom interrupted her? She looked at him, the smile on her face grew bigger. "Oh come on Griss. You can't tell me that you don't know Robert Arthur, jr." When he didn't answer that and just kept staring at her she continued, "The creator of the 'Three investigators'? Jupiter Jonas, first investigator? Peter Crenshaw, second investigator? Bob Andrews, records and research? You know, in one ofthe books, I guess it was 'The Secret of Terror Castle' Jupiter said, if I remember correctly, 'The question mark is the universal symbol of something unknown. We are prepared to solve any puzzle, riddle, mystery, enigma, or conundrum which may be brought to us'. And the three question marks became the symbol of their 'firm' as they called it." Grissom shook his head but couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from twitching. "So is this where you're interest in solving crimes comes from?" he asked with a hint of humor in his voice. "I guess it made me find out that hard work and a stubborn mind can work wonders", she simply replayed, the big smile still on her face. "But" ,she added, "there is another chance why they named this cafe '?'. They just couldn't decide which name they want to give it". At that Grissom burst out into laughter and after a few seconds Sara joined him. They stood on the sidewalk, both laughing out loud. When Saras eyes were filled with tears of laughter she tried to calm herself down and after a few more seconds Grissom and Sara stood there trying to catch their breath. "Shall we go in? Maybe we'll find the little secret of the '?' inside", Grissom suggested and suddenly Sara felt his hand on the small of her back, guiding her inside the cafe. Within an instant the feeling of uneasiness, which had been gone the last minutes, returned. But she couldn't deny the butterflies in her stomach and the warmth of his hand which she could feel through the fabric of her shirt.

They entered the cafe and picked a table near the window from where they could see the street. Slowly the city came to live with people walking up and down the street with mobile phones in their hands, mothers with little children and the cars on the street. A young woman came to their table. "Hi, my name is Kristin, do you like some coffee? Would you like to get some breakfast?", she smiled with a smile. Grissom and Sara both ordered their breakfast and gratefully accepted the coffe which Kristin brought them in two big mugs. Sara inhaled the scent of the hot liquid and took a small sip. "So... maybe we just ask?", Grissom said and by the confused look on Sara's face he added, " You know, about the name? The three question marks? Your theory of the three investigators? Or if they just couldn't find a name? I would tend to the second theory. It's kind of unlogical that someone would name a cafe after fictitious characters of a children's book." "Ah... that's so typically Grissom", Sara said and rolled her eyes. "It's not totally unlogical in my eyes. Like I told you a few minutes ago Jupiter Jonas had a good point on that. The question mark is the universal symbol of something unknown. So they maybe chose the name to get people wondering about it and they come in to find out. And when they are inside they will for sure drink or eat something. So maybe it's just a really smart way to get more people inside this cafe." They argued for a few more minutes, Grissom still insisted on the theory that the owners just couldn't find a name and Sara insisted on the other one. They were so lost in their discussion that they didn't noticed Kristin standing next to their table with their breakfast in her hands. Kristin cleared her throut and when Grissom and Sara looked up at her with a slightly puzzeled look she smiled widly.

"Do you want to ask now or do you first want to finish your breakfast and discuss a little bit longer?" Both Sara and Griss blushed slightly. During their discussion they totally had forgotten were they were. "So, just to stop both of you from killing each other during this discussion", Kristin told them, " I'll tell you why we named our cafe '?'. You are both right. We, that's Meggie, Alex and me by the way, were looking for a name. We couldn't find something that fitted the right way. We searched for a few days, made a lot of proposals and discarded them directly. Some because they were just too normal, some because they were not G-rated but most of them because they didn't really mean something for us or didn't express what we wanted to say. So after a while, we were just about to abandon everything, Alex came up with the three question marks. She thought that it would discribe our momentarily situation the best and the three investigators are three, we are three... And we all love the unknown, riddles, mysteries and stuff like this. And yes, we love the three investigators."

With that she put the plates down on the table and left a stunned Grissom and Sara behind. They both looked at each other , shook their heads and looked down at their plates. Sara picked up her fork and started to peck on her scrambled eggs, lost in thoughts again. She wished that just one time in her life she was right and Grissom was wrong. In everything they had diffenrent opinions and he always came off as winner, always the one who seemed to be right in the end. Sara had made it a personal game to be the winner just one time. Grissom picked up his coffee mug again and looked at Sara. She challenged him, in every possible way. At work, as a friend and, even if he would never admit it, she made him think about himself and their relationship. If he could call that a relationship. More than once he had thought about what it would be like to have a relationship with her, to have her in his life forever. He knew that he couldn't stand his life without her but he also didn't allow himself to let her inside his life. But sitting here with her, just watching her made it more and more clear to him that he wanted her right there. In his bed, in his house in his life.

And with this thought still in mind he smiled.

TBC