Sara hated flying. She couldn't understand how anyone could sleep on a flight, never mind that Greg was out cold, resting his head on her shoulder while she flipped restlessly through the channels of the in-flight television. The trashy romance novel she brought to read had long since bored her, not that she was one to read that kind of thing anyway. In addition, she had lost all feeling in the lower half of her body.

What seemed an eternity later, they settled into their hotel suite. She stood out on the balcony admiring the view when Greg came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck softly. Palm trees swayed in the breeze and white sand beaches stretched out into clear turquoise waters. It didn't get any better than this, did it?

The only thing she wasn't looking forward to was the temporary adjustment of her biological clock. Being an insomniac on the night shift was one thing, although Greg had helped her overcome that over the last year. But being an insomniac in an area where nightlife was a rare occurance was something else. But she was sure that between the two of them, they could easily come up with fun creative ways to solve that dilemma.

Their honeymoon in Maui consisted of relaxing in the beautiful scenery and lounging on the beach. Both were more than happy for a reprieve from their hectic everyday lives in the city that never sleeps. They each had several weeks of vacation time that had never been used, and even Ecklie had insisted that they take at least five days off, if not an entire week.

Their second day on the island, Greg decided he was going to teach his new wife how to surf.

"Every California girl knows how to surf. You'll love it."

She was a bit scared of being that far out in the ocean, but what the hell? You only live once so live it up while you can, right? Besides, the waters here were much safer than off the coast of San Francisco where she was from.

Sara was surprised they made it to the surf rental shop before the place closed. Hawaii ran on island time which worked out for them. She couldn't complain either when Greg gave her a full show while they got ready. Although he had mentioned that maybe they should skip it and have fun in the hotel room all day instead.

To her surprise, Sara found surfing rather easy to learn and she loved the experience. However that night, she was sore and tired, having used muscles she didn't know she had.

Sipping her pina colada from a coconut shell on her stomach on the beach, Sara closed her eyes and moaned in contentment as Greg rubbed suntan oil onto her backside. His fingers alternated pressure on her skin from light brushes to kneading her muscles.

"Mmmm... Is this where the story of your oil fetish comes from?" she teased him

He stopped mid-stroke. "You make it sound like I'm some kinky pervert. What other lies has Cath told you?"

"You mean you aren't? Damn."

Greg laughed. "Don't let anyone at the lab hear that about Sara Sidle, straight-laced workaholic CSI. They'll have a field day with that one."

She looked up at him, her glare hidden by her sunglasses.

Of course all good things must come to an end sometime. On the flight home, Greg had slept while Sara stayed awake, and in the taxi to their apartment, he was wide awake while she slept. As they pulled into the parking lot, she yawned as he nudged her awake. Dragging her suitcase behind her, she said, "Never thought I'd be so happy to see this place."

Greg rolled his eyes, smiling, and followed her inside.

The annoying sound of the telephone woke her from her jet-lagged slumber. She tried to ignore it but it wouldn't go away. Sighing, she reached over Greg's body to the phone on his nightstand and rested her head on his chest as she answered.

"Sandle."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Sandle. Listen, I hate to be the one to break up the lovefest there but we have a multiple 419 at the Palms and we need both of you to help Nick process the scene whenever you can get there."

"Sure thing, Jim. We'll be right there."

It took Sara a few minutes to wake up completely. When she did, she realized she had fallen asleep in her clothes and had even been too exhausted to strip.

When they reached the casino hotel, they found Nick in the penthouse suite, already photographing evidence. Sara had made her way to begin processing the bathroom.

Glancing up from his work, he asked, "So how was the honeymoon?"

"It was great. A week of surfing, laying on the beach drinking cocktails out of a coconut. And Sara was starting to get homesick."

Nick laughed. "Typical."

"But I did manage to get some sand to analyze at the lab."

"Yeah I remember you wanting Gris to pay for that research. Looks like our John Doe had quite the orgy going on. Home sweet home, huh?" he smirked as he looked up at the younger CSI who returned the grin.