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A/N: The dirty word is spoken

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Chapter 47

Sunday afternoon came far sooner than either of them imagined it would. However, its presence had not yet been given the chance to weigh down on them. Gil breathed deeply with his overwhelming satisfaction at having woken up, once more, with the warmth of her body clinging closely to him, and his arms wrapped tightly around her. When he craned his neck up, he could see her nestled into his side with her head resting on his shoulder, and she was smiling.

He realized, in watching her sleep, that his judgment had not been accurate just two days before. She was most beautiful to him when she was sleeping beside him. Her face was practically serene, and her whole being radiated warmth and contentment. It radiated so strongly that he was caught up in it, and for the first time in his active memory he felt at peace with everything, in everything. He basked in that warmth as he closed his eyes against the sun, which was desperately trying to alert them to the impending reality of the world outside.

"Don't you dare." Sara's voice caused him to pop open his eyes and look over, finding her sleepy smile waiting for him. "There's no time for you to fall back asleep, Dr. Grissom."

He shook his head when she moved up to his chest, resting her chin on her forearms to look directly into his face. "What am I going to have to do to get you to stop calling me that?"

She scrunched up her mouth and then looked up and to the right, as though she were thinking of something, "Hmmmm… Well, you could start with a kiss…" He gladly obliged and found her still smiling. "And then fix us some breakfast; I'm starving!"

"Again?" He was surprised by her voracious appetite. For a lot of things.

"Food, this time. I'll have to control myself for the other." She rolled off of him and jumped to her feet. As he was staring at her with a shocked expression, she turned back with that suggestive smirk curling the corner of her mouth, "For now, anyway." She left him to his lurid thoughts as she entered the bathroom.

He was chuckling to himself as he got up from the bed and threw on a shirt and some shorts. But just when he was about to head to the kitchen, she called out from the bathroom, obviously talking with a toothbrush in her mouth, "And hurry up… I need you to drop me off at my place before work."

There it was. She said the dirty word he had been dreading all weekend. He stopped in his tracks and stood there, with his shoulders slumped over slightly. And, as though she could sense that her words had made an impact on him, she leaned seductively out of the bathroom and stretched one of her legs out to push at his backside, "No chickening out now… Besides, I can't very well show up to work in your sweatpants and an 'I Love Bugs' t-shirt… Breaks the dress code." When he looked into her eyes, he instantly knew it would all work out.

She winked at him and he grabbed her leg from the wall it was clinging to, and brought it up to his face, then he kissed her toes. "As you wish." The depth of the emotion in his eyes, as he looked up at her, caused her to blush and it warmed his heart even more.

He went straight to the kitchen and began to whip them up a breakfast fit for a king. Or at least a jester and his Queen. And by the time Sara emerged from the bedroom, wearing the slippers he kept at the bottom of his closet and dressed in a pair of his sweatpants and another LVPD golf shirt (this one with his embroidered name loosely hanging over her right breast) he had to laugh at the sight. "I'm telling you, it's a fashion statement I could get used to."

She looked down at the ridiculous nature of her attire and smirked as she shook her head, "Somehow, I don't see this look taking off…" She thought about what she had just said and changed her opinion, "Well, it's at least not being taken off at the moment." She winked seductively at him, "We'll talk again, after work." She saw him shrink again with her mention of work, and she had a moment of worry in her eyes. However, she quickly pushed it aside and moved to stand behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she propped her chin up on his shoulder, "You know, work isn't a dirty word, Gil." She felt him sigh with her words, "Tell ya what… Why don't we sit down at the tabl-…" She had a second thought, and looked back at the table, "Wait, did we remember to clean the table?"

He was not sure how she had done it, but her question instantly brought him back into the sunlight of this new phase of their relationship, and he nodded his head, "Oh yeah, I wiped it down again while I was making breakfast."

She let go of his waist and wiggled into the space between him and counter to grab the plates he had prepared for them, "Oh good, then let's sit down there and eat… And then we can talk about our game plan for the shift." She deftly transferred the plates to the table and he grabbed the two cups and the pot of coffee to bring with them.

Sara did not immediately begin to talk, instead she started in on the food before she had even taken her seat. He delighted at the sounds escaping her mouth, as she thoroughly enjoyed the food he made for her. He had never been one for the vegetarian lifestyle, but he thought he could get used to some of its finer points. Especially if it meant making Sara as happy as she was right then. Every mouthful seemed to thrill her more, and his heart sang with the act of pleasing her, even in small ways like cooking.

When he finally realized she had not spoken again, he understood that she was giving him plenty of room to voice his concerns before making her own comments. So, he took a deep breath and made the first move, "Sara, I can't deny that I don't want this weekend to be over, but-…" He stopped, not sure of how to proceed, but knowing that he must, "But we have to be careful… Ecklie is just looking for something to nail both of us with. And I don't want to do anything that would damage your reputation, either."

Sara nearly choked when he made his last comment, "My reputation?"

He nodded his head, "Yes, you don't think people won't be saying anything about you dating the supervisor? And what that would mean?" He was shocked that she had never considered the repercussions of dating a superior.

She just shook her head, "It would mean the gossip mill would have some more to grind up, but in the end, my work, and your work speaks for itself, Gil." She pointed her fork at him, "Besides, it's not like I plan on throwing you over the layout table and having my way with you…" She thought about that image a moment and the corner of her mouth turned up at the idea. "Yeah, so anyway, we'll just handle ourselves the same way we always have. If anything, it will improve our working relationship."

He scrunched up his face into a question and asked, "How do you mean?"

"Please, Gil… You can't honestly tell me that the tension between us hasn't driven you crazy at times." She was being totally serious and he had to concede the point to her, shrugging to show his acceptance. "I mean seriously, the whole lab has felt it at times."

That shocked him. He knew that Catherine had long sensed the tension between them, but he truly did not realize anyone else had clued in on it, "Really?" She laughed at his question and he guessed from her reaction that it was indeed the case. He took a bit of his food and mulled that over a while.

Sara just shook her head as she drew her knees up to her chest in the chair and sipped at her coffee, "It's amazing."

He furrowed his brow and asked, "What's that?"

"Oh nothing, I'm just figuring out that this whole time I thought you were doing this thing on purpose… But you really are just clueless sometimes…" She chuckled some more at the thought, "Totally adorable, but completely clueless."

He was about to take an affront to her comment, but then he realized she had called him adorable, and he turned his head up, smirking at the thought. "Adorable, huh?"

She leered at his acknowledgement of half of her statement, "Totally!" And then she threw her head back and laughed, "My God! What have I gotten myself into?"

She was still laughing to herself when he stood up and grabbed both of their empty plates. He then leaned down over her head, and kissed her forehead, "A lifetime of me."

Sara reached up and held him back from moving away. "Deal," and kissed him gently on the lips.