A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. Life got in the way. The next chapter should be up sooner than this one. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

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Sara could not believe she was doing this. With all the pain Grissom put her through, she shouldn't be trusting him. But for some reason, she couldn't get thoughts of them together out of her head; what they could do outside the lab. It was something she had never considered before. Grissom had never been one to openly admit that his only diversion from anything related to dead bodies and bugs was riding roller coasters, and yet, he had told her, of all people.

The funny thing is, she told herself, that's the most personal thing he has every told me. When I've told him everything, all he's every said was that he rode roller coasters. Sell out. Who does he think he is, thinking he can get away with only telling me that?

And those other times, she began again. The times he's pushed me away without a second thought. He is so… clueless… to the rest of the world, the people around him. Does he not even notice that I have feelings for him? Of course he does. That's why he does this, I guess. No ones allowed to know him. Does he even know himself, I wonder? But first and foremost, where did he get the right to tell me to pack my bags, that we're going away for weeks? And why the hell did I agree?

With that thought in mind, Sara turned back to the task at hand. When she had arrived home, she immediately went to her closet. She had no idea what she should pack. He said pack for all weather, but Sara wasn't sure if he was serious, or if he didn't know himself. She couldn't remember a place in her mind that could be hot and cold at the same time, nor rainy and snowy.

Looking in her closet, she found the clothes that she wore during those cold desert night. These should keep me warm, she thought, placing them in her suitcase and resuming her search. She packed her Las Vegas summer clothes, for the supposed heat. Sara then took her jeans and additional pants and stuffed them all in her suitcase, followed by a raincoat and down jacket.

It was then that she came across her dresses, of which there were only two. Her blood red cocktail dress was only worn once, long ago, to a party her friend invited her to when she worked in San Francisco. She didn't even know she still had it. Her second, a pure black casual dress, had been worn more often but less than most people. She didn't get out much, she knew that, and she didn't mind.

But now she was faced with a decision. To bring them would mean that she thought Grissom would actually get his head out of his ass long enough to ask her to somewhere nice. She must say, though, that this whole trip was very courageous on his part. However, to not take them would be to not trust him, and she knew she did; to an extent. She trusted him with her life, just not her heart.

Decision made, she put the dresses in her suitcase. She figured that she would take her chances. If he is disappoint her this time, that's it. This was going to be his last chance, which she hopes he takes.

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When Grissom walked into his house, he could not believe it. She had said yes. After all that he put her though, Sara had been ready and willing to go on this trip with him. He hadn't even told her where they were going, and yet, she trusted him enough to know that she was safe with him. He could take her to a war zone, he knew, and she would still follow.

He both envied and pitied that certain characteristic. He knew he had done nothing to gain or maintain her trust, and yet, there she was, allowing him to take her anywhere just to be with him. But that was where to envy ended. She had no one in her life that cared about her that she was willing to go anywhere just to be with someone who just wanted to spend time with her. She had no one to wonder what she did when she wasn't working, which, he knew, was just more work.

And that was the basis for this trip. Although he knew he had ulterior motives, his main foal was to get her out of the lab, for more than three hours. Sara needed a break, and he knew that she would not go willingly. Which was why he was so surprised that she accepted so quickly. He hadn't even need to beg.

Now that he knew she was going, he had to make sure he was ready for her to go. He had not expected her to say yes, and was prepared for rejection. Acceptation was what he was not ready for. She was ready for him to do something, he was ready for him to do something, but he knew neither of them knew what to do. He had something planned, this trip being part one, but he was now sincerely doubting his plan. What if she did not want what he wanted? What if he was over-thinking this whole, thing, that they had.

But he knew he wasn't. And he knew she said yes. That was all he needed to think that maybe this trip would go better than he first thought.