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"This is amazing," Sara sighed, held in the delicate cocoon of Gil Grissom's arms. Finally, after years of heartache and emotional abuse he'd admitted his true feelings to her and they were finally together. They made such a beautiful couple and they weren't awkward when they were together at all. They fell into perfect harmony, finishing each other's sentences.

"Say, I'm hungry, how do you feel about breakfast?" Grissom asked, pushing a few strands of shiny, chestnut hair out of her eyes.

She smiled at up him, cheeks dimpling. "Oh, well, sure! You can cook?"

"I most certainly can," he replied with a dignified air. "And, you're a vegetarian, so... eggs?"

Sara's eyes glistened with appreciation. She couldn't believe he'd remembered that she was a vegetarian, how considerate. "Sounds delicious."

Within a few moments, Grissom had whipped up a gourmet omelet, hash browns, toast, and set out coffee, orange juice and milk. Sara moved to the kitchen, her bare feet padding over the cold floor. "This looks amazing, thank you Griss."

He smiled and set the plates of eggs down. "Well, you're worth it. You're worth all of it." Grissom smiled at her, blushed a little. Sara smiled back, all the while admiring his attractive mouth, the gorgeous, straight teeth. "So eat."

Sara sat down at the table, admiring the spread. "So let's talk about something other than work, since there's so much more to talk about."

He was busy pouring red ants and chocolate covered grasshoppers onto his plate. "Yes, well... that new exhibit at that museum... it looks interesting."

"It does, we should go... are you putting insects on your plate?" Sara blinked, a forkful of delicious eggs halfway to her mouth. "You know what? I don't care; I love you so much that I'll watch you eat them and get turned on while you eat it." She ate the eggs and chewed for a minute. "Maybe I can even buy you some. Would you like that?"

"I would love that, Sara," he winked at her and shoveled the rest of the food into his mouth. 'We really are meant to be together for ever and ever,' he thought.

"I'm going out today," he said, taking their empty plates over to the sink. "You can stay here if you'd like, or go home, whichever is easier for you. I just want you to be comfortable, Sara. I always want you to be comfortable with me."

"I do, I am!" she replied, standing up and walking over to wrap her arms around his waist. God, he felt just like home.

"I've loved you forever Griss, from the first time I laid eyes on you; you were beautiful. You are beautiful."

"As are you, my little butterfly, my delicate thing." He turned around and held her in his arms. "I want to keep you forever, right there on my wall."

"Right. I don't take offense to that metaphor at all."

Grissom smiled and disengaged from her arms. As he did so, he felt lost. He was only ever sated when he was in her arms (though they'd only been together for a week, give or take). "Well I'd better get going. We're both on tonight. And, well, we're both off tomorrow."

Sara nodded, wondering why he'd thrown in that last bit; as if she didn't know when she was off. Sure, she didn't sleep ever but that didn't mean she wasn't on top of things. "Okay..." she began hesitantly. "I'll just sleep in your bed, wait here until you get back."

"Perfect," he said and kissed her, tongues dueling fiercely as if she was the Yankees and he was the Red Sox and it was the bottom of the ninth in a playoff game. Neither one of them wanted to disengage (home, home, they were home) but they had to, there was living to be done. "I'll be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home."

Before he left, he changed his green polo shirt to a gray one, one that complimented his stormy eyes perfectly. Sara swooned and fell back against his couch and watched the rain outside Grissom's living room window.

She fell asleep on the couch, pleasant dreams of the two of them drifting into her head. Hours later, she awoke, still slightly sleepy, still with the taste of his lips on hers.

"Hey there, sleepy head." Grissom said as he passed a soft, smooth hand over the silkiness of her skin. "I'm back."

"I missed you," she whispered and sat up to capture his lips with hers.

Sara smiled, blinked and dragged her fingers through the copious salt and pepper curls. "Mmm, baby, I can tell," he replied. She looked down at his hands and realized the bounty there. Those bags, the stores that they were from... he must have had a lot of money. Then again, since he had no life, he'd probably saved it all and either invested it or spent it very wisely. Maybe he'd saved it all for a time when he would have someone to spend it on.

In his arms were a millionity gazillion bags, all filled to the brim with gifts. "I got something for you."

Sara blinked two, three times and then grinned brightly. "Are those for me?"

He nodded and sat next to her on the couch, watching as she tore at the gifts.

"Gil+Sara4ever?" Sara exclaimed, bursting into tears, holding the bracelet reverently in her hands. "Gil! Gil! This is amazing. I love you so, so much." She allowed him to take it from her gently and slip it over her hand.

'Hopefully I can do something like that to her finger later,' he thought with gorgeous, deep, glistening eyes. "Dig deeper Sara, you were always good at that."

She grinned ferally at him and dropped a hand into the next bag. "Oh Grissom, an orchid, you remembered. You're amazing. Did I mention that I love you so, so much?" Sara dropped her head to the plant and inhaled the wonderfully fragrant scent.

Just as she was about to dig into the third bag, there was a strange beeping from the other room. "OH! One second Sara, that's the TYY! My mother is calling, you know sign language, don't you?"

Her face brightened ever more when he addressed her. "I learned it years ago when I figured out, all by my lonesome, that you were going deaf."

"You're perfect," he sighed and pranced away.

He came back moments later with a strange device that was connected with a bunch of wires. Sara cocked her head in wonderment and watched as he set it down on the living room table. Gazing closer, Sara saw a transmission of a woman's face on it. The woman was smiling brightly.

"Oh, Gilbert darling! I'm glad you finally gotten together with that lovely woman! You talk about her all the time, dear. You never really know your own feelings and haven't been with a girl in years..."

"This is your mother?" Sara whispered to him, all the while keeping her eyes on the overly wholesome image before her. 'Will she like me? Will she think I'm good enough for her son?' Sara smiled into the Star-Trek like device. 'Hello!' she signed.

'Oh Sara dear!' the woman signed back, Sara understanding every word. 'I'm so glad you finally got Gil to come out of his hermetically sealed condo! He's such a bright boy... you know I lost my hearing when he was very young and he struggled and I'm so glad that someone understands him.'

She smiled and fired back something at his mother so rapidly that he couldn't keep up.

After a few more exchanges, the device shut itself off and Grissom looked at her, shocked. "You knew all of that?" he asked.

"Yes."

"That was amazing! Since when did you know that sort of sign language?"

"Since I met you," she replied huskily, kissing him, knocking the ball straight out of the park.