The alarm went off loudly and rolling over, Sara smacked it repeatedly, until finally finding the button to turn it off. It was 6:00 am and she still had to get a shower, pack a few more things and haul ass down to the airport. Feeling extremely groggy, she got up and stumbled to the shower, trying her best to get moving. She knew she should have never stayed up that late.

Once she got into the shower, she thought about the conversation she'd had with Nick yesterday. After chatting with him for about an hour about the whole trip, she was rather eager to go. All of her fears were completely gone. She had nothing to worry about. After all, they were all adults and this could have been like a mini vacation to them all. She was actually quite interested to see how Grissom would handle everything. She had never been with him outside their work environment.

Sara stepped out of the shower and put on a nice pair of jeans, a tank top pulling her hair back in a pony tail.

"Shit!"

Glancing at her watch, she knew she was gonna be in trouble. Knowing Nick and Grissom, they were already waiting for her, and she expected her phone to ring at any moment.

By the time she got to the airport it was 7:45 and she finally felt her cell phone vibrating on her hip, as she was walked through the gate of the building.

"I know, I know, I'm late. I'm walking through the front door now and will be with you in about five minutes."

Sara snapped her phone shut before Grissom could reply. He didn't sound like the Grissom she knew. He sounded quite nervous and jittery actually.

Sara finally arrived in the main hall, to see Nick and Grissom with their arms crossed, looking at her and then at her luggage. Nick raised his eyebrows, rolling his eyes at Sara.

"Good lord Sar, we're only staying for a week. You don't need that much stuff, surely?"

Bending down to help her with it, Nick got a whiff of a lightly scented perfume, that smelled incredible to him. Leaning back, he whispered in Sara's ear, grinning suggestively.

"I really hope you brought something easy on the eyes to sleep in. I might be joining you for a nightcap... I happen to love lace..." Sara gulped, but immediately smiled back at him.

'Two can play at this game' she thought, turning to look at Grissom.

"You know this is going to be really fun. Not often we get to spend time together outside of work. I'd say your the big partier, huh Griss?"

She laughed, hooking her arm through his as they walked towards the security area, leaving Nick to struggle with the luggage. Grissom couldn't stop staring at Sara. She looked so beautiful and he started wondering if maybe it was a mistake to bring her and Nick. He could get himself into a heap of trouble if he didn't watch what he was doing. He was starting to get the urges that he couldn't quite get a grasp of. And he hadn't been able to get the image of her dancing in the evidence room last night out of his head.

The three of them got through security with no problems, checked in their bags and proceeded to get on the plane to find their seats. There were three seats to a row, so Nick decided to the seat by the window, Sara got stuck in the middle and Grissom took the isle seat.

'Easy way to escape if I need it', he thought.

Sara shifted nervously in her seat.

"You both know that I'm terrified of flying, right?"

Nick turned to look at her, concerned.

"You'll be fine. If you feel sick just lay your head over on me and close your eyes. Now how about that, huh?"

Sara gave a small laugh. "Aww, aren't you sweet? You'd be willing to get puked all over just for me?"

Nick just laughed and shook his head, before giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Sara turned to Grissom who was being rather quiet.

"Grissom...hello...earth to Grissom?"

"Sorry...was thinking about something."

She eyed him suspiciously, momentarily forgetting about her own predicament. Grissom had been acting rather strange this morning, and Sara couldn't help but wonder whether the forthcoming days in Florida, away from his natural environment, were starting to get to him.

The flight attendant explained all the safety procedures, and everyone started to strap themselves to their seats. Sara's hand shook slightly, as she struggled to get her seat in position, until she felt Grissom's hand on hers, helping her to fasten her belt correctly. She could feel his gaze on her, and grateful smile appeared on her face. She was about to say something to him, when the plane started to take off. Instead, Sara grabbed onto both Nick's and Grissom's arms, squeezing hard.

"Sara, honey just close your eyes, take deep breaths and relax. We'll be up in the air before you can count to ten."

Nick tried calming Sara down, by massaging the back of her neck with his free hand. She dropped her head and couldn't help but let out a small moan. Nick smiled to himself. Maybe he wouldn't have to work the Stokes charm on her after all.

As soon as they were in the air and the green light flashed, a flight attendant came by, asking whether they would like anything to drink.

"Sure, I'll take a large coffee…one sugar, please." Grissom spoke up first.

Sara's decided on a diet coke and a pack of peanuts, while Nick opted for coffee, as well.

The stewardess brought them their orders, with Sara hastily going for the peanuts. Ripping into the bag, she accidentally dropped it, and it landed right between Grissom's feet. Feeling even more foolish, Sara quickly reached down in between his legs, unaware of Grissom's warning look. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, much to Nick's amusement. Sara leaned back up, not even noticing what she's done.

After finishing his coffee, Nick excused himself and got up to go to the restroom. Sara and Grissom sat quietly for several moments, until the latter started to smile. Sara looked over at him.

"What's so amusing?"

"Oh, I just thought about that case few years ago when you said you became a member of the mile high club."

He shook his head and let out a small laugh. Sara could feel heat rising in her face and wished she'd never told him that. However, she couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to have him join her in one of those restrooms... She shook her head, trying to distract herself from her thoughts. It was quite a dangerous territory they were leading her into.

She noticed Grissom was still talking to her and she tried her best to concentrate on what he was saying.

"So maybe you could make me a member of that club a little later on. What do you think?"

Sara couldn't believe what she just heard. He couldn't have said that. Could he?

"Did you just say what I think you said?"

She looked in his eyes, hoping it wasn't what she thought.

"I said maybe later on tonight we can all have dinner at this great little Italian place down the road from the hotel we'll be staying at." Grissom said, giving her his most innocent look.

"Italian sounds great."

Nick came up from behind to slide back in his seat. Grissom quickly shifted his gaze to the open book he held in his lap. Nick leaned over to Sara and sniffed her neck, whispering in her ear and hoping that Grissom wouldn't hear him.

"That perfume you have on is having some affect on me. I just hope you brought the whole bottle, otherwise I'll be heartbroken."

Sara smiled. "I see you're trying to win that bet with Warrick, huh?"

"Bet, what are you talking about?" Nick leaned back, trying to play it cool.

"You know what bet I'm talking about. But if you want to win anything with me you'll have to work for it."

"That's no problem with me at all, sweetheart" Nick remarked, putting his hands behind his head.

Sara giggled.

"Sweetheart? Oh, I believe you might have a problem, let's see, I've got a little lace, silk, maybe some leather in that suitcase. Oh and that tiny black bikini I showed you last night? I think it will be a bigger problem than you think." She laughed and winked at him, all of a sudden realising that Grissom has just heard everything she just said.

But maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

Nick smiled dreamily at Sara, before closing his eyes and nodding off to sleep, leaving Sara and Grissom in each other's company again.

Grissom was still looking at his book, but the words weren't making much sense to him, not now when he heard Sara mention what she'd brought with her. He would not be able to focus much on the conference, especially if the weather would be kind enough to let Sara wear less clothing. He could feel her looking at him, but made no move in her direction. She leaned over his shoulder and studied his book.

Grissom could feel Sara's breath on his neck and it was beginning to drive him crazy.

"Good book?"

"Hmmmm? Oh yeah it's pretty good."

He rubbed the back of his neck and tried to stretch a little.

"What's it about?"

"Huh?"

She'd caught him off-guard and she knew it. He could almost feel the glee in her voice.

"Grissom?"

"These seats always have been terribly uncomfortable." He muttered under his breath, avoiding eye-contact with Sara.

"Here, let me try to loosen you up a little."

Before Grissom could utter any words of protest, she put her hands on his shoulders and started to gently massage them. He gave in, dropping his head and closing his eyes. His breath was starting to become a little ragged and his brain barely registered the fact that it was Sara and he shouldn't have let her done this.

Sara got the sudden urge to kiss him. She leaned in not really thinking about it and planted a gentle kiss on his neck. She started massaging deeper and harder. Grissom couldn't stand it anymore. He was getting slightly aroused and thought it would be a good idea for Sara to just stop but couldn't bring himself to tell her. Sara was breathing on his neck getting ready to kiss him again when a bell went off and the 'Fasten seatbelt' sign started flashing. The captain of the plane came over the loudspeaker letting the passengers know that they were in Florida and ready to land.

Sara reluctantly let go of Grissom's shoulders and got back in her seat to buckle her seatbelt. Neither of them could utter a word.