"Have you called your Mom?" Sara slung her purse in the back seat and got into the Jetta.
"I have. She's meeting us at the apartment. OUR apartment." He grinned over at her. "Tonight's going to be our first night at home together."
"I can't wait to see Katie! I have missed her so much."
"So have I, but Mom says she's done great, and you, Mama Bear, will have your little cub back in your arms before you know it."
She beamed. "She IS mine now, isn't she? "
"Yes she is. And so am I."
"You certainly are." She looked him over and smiled at the memory of the previous days. They definitely hadn't wasted their cocoon of time."Two for one - I always get the best deals." She pinched his arm. "You're pretty terrific, you know that?"
"Yes I am. But so are you."
She sighed. "Why did we waste all those years? How did we miss this, this thing we have between us?"
Greg laughed. "Um, I think you're using the royal 'we' there, Sara. I've been trying to get your attention for, oh, five years or so. It just took you a while to notice." He raised his eyebrows and grinned. "It was inevitable, though. The Greg Sanders charm was more than you could resist."
"Ah, yes, the famed Sanders charm - matched only by the Sanders humility." She looked him over assessingly. "You really DON'T want to know what really got me hooked on you."
"Sure I do."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do, and now you have to tell me."
"You always smell really, really good, and it's not just cologne. It's you. I first noticed it when you were doing DNA - I'd stand really close to get a whiff. I couldn't let you know."
He laughed. "No, since I was chasing you with my tongue hanging out you KNEW I'd be totally offended by your sniffing me. That makes complete sense, Sara. Really."
"Well, I was still hung up on Grissom back then."
"Grissom always smells WEIRD. He smells like bugs." Greg's nose wrinkled. "I think he lets his pets sleep in the bed with him or something."
Sara nodded. "Yeah, I know. You, however - unless you've been on a decomp you smell warm and sexy. You're addictive. When we get home, first thing I do is going to be sniff you."
"You married me because you like how I smell." He shook his head and laughed. "I'm not complaining, but wouldn't it have been less trouble to buy yourself a scented candle?"
"I didn't MARRY you because of your smell - it's just what first got me interested."
"Why'd you marry me?"
She shrugged. "Lots of reasons."
"Give me one."
"I love you."
"Give me another."
She snorted. "No, now YOU tell ME why you married me."
"Lots of reasons."
"Name one."
He smiled. "I'm madly in love with you."
"Another." He sighed.
"That's not reason enough?"
"Okay, then tell me what first got you hooked on me."
"That's easy. It was obsession at first sight, then I fell in love with you. I've been trying to win your heart ever since."
She kissed him on his cheek. "And now you have it forever."
He pulled up in front of his - their - apartment. "And now we're home. No, don't get out. I believe I get to carry you over the threshold."