A/N: Sorry it's really short. I just have a lot to do, and I didn't want to leave you guys hanging. Here it is. Enjoy! Remember- reviews are my best friends!

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It was half an hour on the dot when Grissom saw Sara stride confidently into the diner. He waved to her, and she walked over to the small table he was occupying. He got up and pulled the chair out for her, letting her push it in herself, knowing that she wouldn't take to kindly to not having any control.

The waitress came over, saying she'd be back in a minute with their coffee. "So," Sara began. "Are you going to tell me now?"

"Now, as in right this second, or now as in at some point during breakfast?"

"Some point before I die," Sara jokingly sighed, exasperated.

"Here you go," the waitress said as she placed the coffee mugs on the table. "Anything else?" she asked, pulling out her pocket notebook.

"Uh, I'm not really that hungry. You, Grissom?"

"No, this coffee's good for me. Thank you." The waitress thanked them and walked off to tend to the other customers.

"Did you have any plans for today?" he asked casually, as if he did it every day.

Sara took a sip of her coffee, contemplating his motives. He could just be acting nice, she thought, or… She realized she didn't really know any other reason Grissom would ask her… What was he asking her? "No. Why?" she finally answered.

"Well, I thought that, uh, if you have nothing to do, and I had, uh, nothing to do, we could, maybe, do nothing together, possibly." Smooth, he chided himself.

She crooked an eyebrow, but soon after nodded. "Sure. Sounds like fun. There's nothing I'd rather do than to do nothing with you."

"That was quite poetic," he praised.

"I try. Can't let you steal all the glory all the time, now can I?" she smiled. He returned it with one of his own as he stood up reaching for his wallet. "Grissom, it's fine, I can pay for my own coffee."

"But I want to," he told her, confused, not quite understanding why she wasn't allowing him to help her.

"Okay. Sure." They dropped it, both too awkward to continue the half-conversation they were having.

"Come on, I have a place I want to take you," Grissom told her leaning closely to whisper in her ear. They walked out of the diner, his hand place protectively on the small of her back, guiding her out the door. "Go back to your apartment. Pack a bag for, uh, a couple weeks, and I'll meet you there in, say, an hour." With that, he left her, stunned in the parking lot.

He was about to drive off when she called to him, finally able to find her voice. "Grissom!"

"Yes?"

"Cold, hot, windy, rainy, snowy?" she asked. Where am I going, she wondered.

"Uh," he contemplated. "All of the above." And with that he was gone.

"What is he talking about, 'all of the above'? Was he just brushing off my question, or was he serious?" she asked herself. Whatever, she thought. Better to be safe than sorry.

She hopped into her Tahoe, utterly annoyed at Grissom's actions, scared of what was going on, completely trusting Grissom, and exceedingly thrilled at the prospects of what might come out of this impromptu trip.