"Yes!" Sara cried out as she bounded into Grissom's office, breaking through the silence encompassing the room.

"Dead body?" Grissom inquired at her overly cheery attitude.

"Nope," she replied with a huge grin. She stood expectantly in front of his desk silently asking him to continue guessing.

Grissom was willing to play along with her guessing game. He tilted back in his chair and removed his glasses. That smile on her face was enough to drive him insane. "Road trip?"

"Uh-uh." Sara shook her head slightly, still smiling.

"Cracked a case?" He tilted his head quizzically.

"Almost!" she squealed, thrusting a paper towards Grissom. "I got the results from the substance on the vic's head. Think we could go back over to the crime scene?"

Grissom glanced at the paper briefly. "You don't need my permission to go back over to the scene. If you want to go, go."

"I was thinking you might like to ride with me," she hinted with a wink.

"I've got a lot of paperwork to do. I should stay here and take care of some of it while I can. Take Greg. He needs to get out more." Grissom knew he needed the distraction of his work to keep his hands off of Sara. After the confession on the dance floor, holding her and reaffirming his love was all he could think of. There would be time after shift for him to take care of that, as long as he could remain focused for the time he was in the lab.

"Ugh. Fine," she feigned annoyance, "I'll take Greg. Great. Alone time with Greg."

Grissom merely chuckled as he sat back upright in his chair and looked back at the papers in front of him. He did not want the young CSI to get the idea he could make passes at Sara and get away with it. Likewise, he also knew that he could not make a point at keeping every male away from her if they were to keep their relationship a secret for any length of time.

Sara scoffed at his pained indifference. She knew what he was thinking without him even putting it into words. It was their silent understanding that had long ago partially driven them together. Never had there been a bond stronger than one they could say without words. She would be stronger than she wanted to be and go with Greg. Sara would bide her time until they could be alone.

"Gris, he told me I look 'hot' tonight." She wrinkled her nose in true disgust. Sara was not used to taking compliments easily, and it had been a lame one at that.

"Well... you do," Grissom stated matter-of-factly, never glancing up at her. The smirk on his face grew in spite of his attempt to disguise it. He knew that looking up into her eyes would cause him to rethink his decision.

"I'll see you in a little bit."

As she walked out of his office, Grissom took the chance to look at her. She sauntered purposefully out and around the corner. The sway in her hips was firmly planted in his brain as thoughts of his hands on those hips danced in his mind. Her exposed back beckoned him to follow her. He wanted just one more touch of her bare skin, but he knew that could be his downfall.

A few minutes later and against his better judgment, Grissom strode from his office and straight out the main door of the CSI building. Glancing around the parking lot, he spied Sara and Greg walking towards one of the CSI Tahoes. Grissom picked up his pace to get to them before they reached the SUV.

Grissom fell into step beside Sara as his hand again claimed the small of her back as his own. Timidly, Sara turned her head to look at him. Grissom's thumb stroked the skin of her back in a circular fashion. Briefest of movement that it was, it still sent shivers through her body.

A slight chill in the evening air surrounded them. For the first time since they had left the party, Grissom felt the cool air. He knew he had been too enamored with Sara and their dances and their declaration of love for him to have felt anything once they left the hotel. Seeing his chance to use this as a ruse for why he had actually followed them out, Grissom shrugged off his jacket once they reached the SUV.

Greg appeared oblivious to them since he was overjoyed at getting the chance to drive this time. Sara had handed him the keys willingly, stating that there was no way she could drive in her dress. For a split second she had considered changing into a pair of coveralls, but just as quickly opted against it. The mere idea of slipping her practically naked body into a previously used, albeit sanitized, garment was appalling.

The gown, being cut the way it was and form-fitting, had only allowed Sara to wear a pair of bikini underwear. She had only ever worn those coveralls over top of her own clothing, save one other instance when she was forced into a hazmat shower with Greg. Just thinking back to that was enough to make her stomach churn. This would not be another of those instances. She silently cursed herself for not replacing her spare clothing in her locker after her last decomp case.

Greg hopped into the driver's seat and turned the engine over. He flipped through the radio stations looking for something suitable to play, claiming the vehicle as his own for the evening. The louder the better. It was not often he had this chance, and he chose not to ignore it. Since he had left the confines of the lab, Greg had not had the opportunity to listen to much music while he was at work.

Grissom held up his jacket for Sara to slip her arms in. She smiled shyly at the offering, and did as he requested. She thanked him with her eyes, reveling in the warmth it gave her. His jacket would serve as his surrogate arms until she could get back to the lab and finish off her shift.

Making every attempt to not gawk as her leg fell precariously through the slit in the side of the dress, Grissom ushered her into the seat of the Tahoe as elegantly as he could. His eyes roamed her body one last time while making sure Greg was still preoccupied with adjusting the SUV to his liking, paying no attention to his coworkers. Grissom clicked the door shut once Greg turned his attention to them.

Grissom watched as Sara ambled into his office, not stopping in the doorway, as was her usual pattern. This time he allowed his gaze to linger on her body as she placed herself in one of the visitor's chairs in front of his desk. When he finally brought his eyes up to her face, he met her gaze with an equal hunger.

She had been gone for quite a few hours. He had used the time wisely, getting a lot of paperwork done. At the end of the shift, Grissom wanted to head directly home, just as he knew Sara did.

The smile on her face pronounced her victory at the crime scene before she even acknowledged it in words. "Matched the substance to the murder weapon. Death by candle. Boyfriend's prints are all over it."

"Candle?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh, yes. Only not a candlestick like in Clue. Rather, it was one of those ones in the jar. That's how she got the lacerations on her scalp. The trace amount of wax in her hair is what tipped me off. I found it in the trash outside. Blood all over it."

"How does that prove he did it? Couldn't his prints have gotten on it just by being in the house? Candles, if used for a romantic occasion, could've been touched by either or both of them," he countered, inquiringly, with a slight tilt of his head.

"It could, but not the print in blood that I got off of the side of the thing. He probably never saw it or thought about it since the candle was red as well. The wax held the jar together, while only the bottom got smashed in. That also explains the little flecks of glass we found on her," she explained.

"Nice work," Grissom congratulated her.

"Thanks," she beamed at him. "I'm just glad we got there when we did. Today is apparently trash day for her street. I bet he was planning on the evidence just being hauled away."

"We've both accomplished a lot in this one night. Shift's almost over..." he hinted.

"Think we could slip out unnoticed?" Sara asked, finishing his thought.

"I believe we can give it our best shot. Come on," he replied, getting up from his desk.