Sara had gotten into the shower rather quickly, leaving Grissom to catch up if he wanted to. Which, of course he did. He walked into the bedroom and removed the belt from his slacks before he tossed his clothes into the hamper in the corner. By the time he had walked into the shower, Sara was already rinsing her hair. She smiled when she felt him step into the shower behind her. She could feel the heat radiating off his tall frame and turned to face at him. She couldn't help but look him over.

She remembered when she first saw him naked, nothing could have prepared her for seeing him. All those years he hid behind the baggy shirts and slacks. There were an injustice to the fitted flesh beneath them. His upper arms were built more than she thought. The smallest flex sent his biceps into view. His chest was firm, hardly hairy. With the exception of a small patch that settled on his breast bone and ran down to his belly button. The trail continued down to his most intimate parts. The parts that Sara remembered biting her lip the first time she saw. Doing her best to hide her excitement for the ride it must be and the concern for how the hell it was going to fit. She remembered feeling uncharacteristically bumptious at the thought that he hadn't had many partners before her. Less people to have known the gem that this man was inside and out. And his legs, his legs had been the most surprising. His muscles rippled through his upper and lower legs like someone who frequented the gym regularly. Although, she couldn't remember the last time he mentioned going. He truly was a specimen that she felt honored to have to herself.

Grissom felt her eyes heavy on his body and instead of feeling self-conscious, he felt proud. Proud that he had found the woman who loved him for who he was inside and out. That he had the woman who couldn't keep her eyes off of him instead of less interested in seeing him naked. He didn't feel like he had to shy away from her, not anymore.

Without saying a word, he motioned with his finger for her to turn back around. Sara faced the water and held her hands to her chest, collecting the water in her hands. Grissom grabbed the loofa and soap and began to soap her back gently. His hands gently washed her. Not missing an inch from her neck to her toes. He squatted behind her as he ran his hands back up her legs through the soap and brought them to her stomach. He wrapped around her softly pushing the soap onto himself as his hands continued to wash her from the front. His lips placed a gentle kiss near her ear while the water beaded onto his hair, dripping onto her shoulder. Sara loved these moments. Such a deeper level of intimacy that she couldn't remember having with anyone else before. A time and memory only shared with him. Sara turned to face him and kiss him properly. The lustful need for sex satisfied for now, this kiss..this embrace wasn't about that. This was the welcome home he had waited for. To have her arms wrapped around him and his pulling her tightly. Both lost in the fantasy that they needed nothing else but each other. That whatever they had…whatever this was…it was enough to get them through anything.

Sara exited the shower first and toweled off before she nestled into some old sweats and made her way into the living room. Grissom wasn't far behind her, settling on an old pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. He turned down Sara's side of the bed like he had always done on nights she'd spend with him. His travel bag still left on the edge of the bed, he did a double check to make sure it was cleared before carrying it into the closet. Suitcases were tucked into the far corner since they were often unused. He had to do some rearranging since Sara had brought over some of her stuff into his space, but he didn't mind. He loved seeing her things mixed with his.

Grissom went to put the bag into the corner on the top shelf but noticed a shiny black clothes box was in it's place. It was sealed with a matte black bow that was wrapped around the box. He hadn't recognized it. Wondering to himself if he had bought it and he forgot about it. His eyes bugged open at the thought that he had missed something, but in the end he couldn't recollect doing that. He pulled the box from the shelf and put the bag back in it's place. There wasn't a tag on the box, or label, or anything to help piece where it was from. A smile crept across his face when he thought maybe he'd stumbled upon a present she had bought for him. He thought that maybe he should put it back, pretend he never found it, so he didn't ruin whatever surprise was in store. But his curiosity was too strong. He slipped the box under his arm and walked out into the living room where Sara was.

"Sara, what is this?"

Sara looked at him, the box, and then him again and smirked.

"Oh, that's for later."

"Later? What later?

"Just…later."

"Later? wha…Sara… what is it though?"

"You'll just have to wait and see."

Grissom scoffed.

"You seriously aren't going to tell me?"

"Nope."

Grissom puckered his lips and squinted his eyes waiting to see if she gave in. But her resolve was stronger than he gave her credit for. She just stared back, raising an eyebrow letting him know she wasn't going to be giving in. And he would just have to wait…for whenever later was.

"Fine."

Grissom took the box back into the bedroom before he went back into the living room to join Sara on the couch. He stared at her as he made his way to sit next to her, hoping she'd crack and spill the beans but she didn't. She waited until he put his feet out onto the coffee table and cuddled into his chest. Her arm was draped over his stomach and she felt him rub her back with his hand.

Sara had put on a show and they sat peacefully for a while before Sara noticed the hand rubbing her back had stopped. She tilted her head up to see that he wasn't watching the tv but staring instead staring down the hall towards the bedroom.

"It's bugging you, isn't it?"

"What? No. I thought I left the light on."

Sara smirked and laid her head back down. Within a few minutes, Grissom shifted her over so he could get up. He went towards the kitchen for a cup of tea, offering to make one for Sara as well. When Sara leaned over the banister to watch him, it was as if he was standing in the kitchen of a stranger. His mind clearly preoccupied with the contents of the box in the bedroom and unable to focus on the box of tea that was sitting on the counter right in front of him.

What Grissom didn't know was that she had actually bought the box before he left. A spontaneous purchase she was sure he'd enjoy and couldn't help but click 'Add to Cart' when she saw it online. She remembered the nervousness she felt when she went into the brick and mortar to pick it up. She was stunned at the beautifully discreet box that it came in. She remembered the way she couldn't help but run to the bedroom to lay it nicely on the bed, waiting for him to come home and see it and open it. The look he'd have on his face as he held it in his hands. But that day he came home his hands were shaky, and the migraine that plagued him pounded away at his temples. She remembered excusing herself to go back and hide the box under the bed before joining him on the couch. She had sat there for hours with his head curled up in her lap running her hands through his hair. Waiting for the image of Ernie Dell shooting himself to stop playing over and over in his head. That night wasn't the night.

But now looking back, she grinned to herself thinking how him finding the box tossed up on the shelf had been more entertaining. The flustered curiosity that he was trying so hard to hide but failing miserably. He wanted to know what was in the box and knowing that it was torturing him only made it sweeter. She questioned whether tonight was the right night. How long should she let him obsess over the box. She looked over the banister again to see that he had distracted himself with the newspaper on the counter while he waited for the water to boil. Sara slipped off the couch and tiptoed down the hall to the bedroom, where she saw that he hadn't bothered to put the box away, but instead left it on the bed.

The whistle on the kettle blew and Grissom put down the newspaper and slowly poured the water into the two mugs on the counter. The sound of the steam masked Sara's steps into the living room. Grissom was staring at the cups on the counter, slowly dipping the teabags, letting them steep when he saw the glow of Sara's skin in the corner of his eye. She was leaning against the railing at the top of the stairs and in that moment he was glad that the cups were safely settled on the counter and not in his hand. The only thing in danger of being dropped was his jaw, and it did just that as his eyes peered over her from head to toe.