Grissom left Sara with a warm tingling sensation in her body, and a peaceful mind set. He couldn't not love her, not with a kiss like that. As they pulled apart, Grissom smiled sheepishly before a look of seriousness settled upon his face.

"I'm sorry, Sara. I shouldn't have done that." His hands dropped limply at his sides as he searched her face for a reaction. Tears were still streaming down her face, part from relief, agony, surprise, pain; it was a melting pot of emotions. Sara was not ready to give up on their relationship, if you could call it a relationship at all. She wrapped her arms around Grissom's torso and brought him dangerously close to her body. Their second kiss was even better than the first one, and had they not had the necessity for oxygen, it would've lasted forever.

"Grissom, are you still sorry?" They pulled apart a little, looking into each other's eyes.

"No, Sara, no, I'm not." He embraced her in a warm hug that she returned completely.

"I've missed you Grissom. I've missed you so much." She pulled away once more to search his eyes. "So much." She added in a whisper.

"I know, trust me, I know." He whispered back. They stood still for a mesmerizing moment, reflecting back over the past couple of seconds. "Sara, what would you like to do now?" He brought his hands up to gently rub her shoulders.

"I," she began unsteadily, "I want to know Grissom. I want to feel, and be supported. I want..." she deeply sighed.

"Yes?" Grissom gently prodded her.

"You." Sara scarcely breathed.

"Me?" Grissom almost laughed at the thought until he realized that might cost him the woman that was standing right there under his nose. "Ok, Sara," he rested his forehead against hers. "I'm yours."

"Grissom!" Sara seemed enraged. 'What have I done now?' "I wasn't playing around. I don't know if you've noticed but, I just can't go on without you." She pushed him a little with her head, "I do, I need you."

"Sara, I wasn't saying," Grissom was about to reply when the door to the bathrooms opened.

"Hello? Is anybody in there?" The voice seemed rather childish and rather perturbed. Sara almost giggled as she realized that it was Matt, the waiter, who was calling out. She looked at Grissom with twinkling eyes and whispered,

"Let's go."

"Now?!"

"Yes, now, or were you expecting to spend the whole evening here.?"

"But Sara, he'll see..." Sara had unlocked the stall door behind Grissom's back, and when the he leaned against it they burst out of the cubicle like a couple of love-struck teenagers.

"Hey-ya there Matt. Nice seeing you again." The young teen stared at the sight before him, jaw wide open.

"Well," Grissom attempted chuckling, "I guess we'll just be leaving then." As soon as Grissom finished talking, Sara grabbed his hand and they both raced out of the bathrooms not caring that such actions were so below their age group. Safe and alone in the parking lot, they collapsed in each other's arms, laughing. One was holding the other up; not letting each other tumble to the ground in fits of laughter.

After a while, they quieted and just stood there, staring at each other. Searching Sara's eyes, Grissom noticed that the woman in front of him was slightly shivering.

"Sara?"

"Ye..rrrrr....s, Grrrrrriss..rrrrr.om.?"

"My god, you must be freezing!" Grissom's jacket immediately left his broad shoulders and he settled it about her own shoulders. "That should help."

"Hm hmm." She softly sighed, wrapping herself tighter and tighter in his jacket. It was almost as good as his embrace. The smell of Grissom intoxicated her, clearing out her mind and leaving her with a keen sense of wanting.

"Sara," Grissom gingerly began, "what would you like to do now?" The question left his lips twice in one evening, surely his drink was spiked by Matt back during dinner. Yet, he was so terrified that the ice he was treading upon would break beneath his big, clumsy feet and send him hurling into a bath of frigid cold reality.

"Well, I'd like to," she almost blurted it out. 'Idiot! Idiot!' Sara shook her head to lift the fog that had settled upon her mind and faced Grissom with a clear head. "What would you like to do?'

"Well, I, I," Grissom appeared to be a bit flustered, but after taking a deep breath he took the bull by the horns. "Sara, I want you to come home with me. I have some extra...clothes for you and other small necessities." He let out a deep breath. "What do you say?" Sara's face went through a few countenances before she uttered a reply.

"I say, ok."

"Ok?" He asked in disbelief.

"Ok," she whispered, softly nodding her head.

"Sara, you know that I," Sara's eyes desperately searched his.

"Mh...hhm?" She urged him on.

"You know that...that," Sara could see the fleeting look in Grissom's eyes. The defeat, the embarrassment, the fluster. "I'd like to get going now."

"Ok." She simply stated, with much less enthusiasm than her last ok.

Grissom's mind went numb as they boarded the car. With the keys situated in the ignition, Grissom just sat, staring straight ahead.

"Grissom?" Grissom started, and Sara's heart gave a little jump.

"Yes?" Grissom seemed to pleading with Sara. 'Let me go. I tried, and I failed. I just cannot. I cannot.'

"It will come later. Whenever the time is right, it will come. Trust me." She unclenched one hand from the steering wheel and caressed it with her thumb. "Won't you trust me?"

"Of course Sara." Finally, her presence, there with him, in the car, ready to be transported back to his place, seemed right. Not awkward at all, but a familiar, homely, right feeling. That was where Sara belonged. By Grissom's side, always by his side.