"Someone looks like they didn't get enough sleep last night," Grissom quipped upon seeing Catherine slumped at the breakfast table. "Hope we didn't keep you up," he added, grinning slyly.

Trying very hard to keep her head from drooping into her bowl of cereal, Catherine did her best to shoot him a death glare. "Oh, ha. Ha. Ha. You're so damn funny, you could probably win an award. Anyway, I thought you two were engaged in a similar activity. Where is Sara, by the way?" She reached for an espresso cup, allowing the nitroglycerin-like caffeine to surge through her body.

"We weren't, we were taking the piss. And if you thought you were going to give us a taste of our own medicine, it didn't work. We both sleep like the dead. Looks like your plan back-fired." His expression softened. "Are you and Warrick ... seeing each other?"

Catherine nodded, smiling bashfully. "Yeah."

Grissom returned the smile and reached over, patting her hand. "I'm happy for the both of you."

"So, where's Sara?"

"She went to get some supplies with Nicky and Greg. You noticed how those two seem to have matured?" Grissom sat back and drained his coffee, feeling immensely satisfied with himself on so many levels. Happy workers, nice holiday, beautiful lover, excellent sex life ... the list was endless.

"You mean Nick and Greggo? Yeah, I see what you mean. Nicky's alway's gonna have that naive streak, the green part of him, in a good way, but he's become a lot wiser to things. He's grown up, he's not so brash. And Greg? I gotta admit, he's not the annoying lab tech I always figured him for." She checked her watch. "We leave in half an hour, I'm gonna go and make sure I've got everything."

"How's things with Grissom?" Nick was carrying two bags, as were Sara and Greg. The bags were filled with supplies for the next leg to Disneyland - batteries for MP3 players, magazines, drinks, food - everything to make the trip as comfortable as possible.

Sara smiled inadvertently. "They're good, yeah."

Nick grinned. "You know we're all happy for ya, right? It's nice to see two people who belong together finally pull their heads outta their asses."

"Nicky, my darling, my head has never been up my ass. It was Gil."

Greg shifted the bags in his hands. "Not something you should really be saying about your partner, is it?"

Sara shrugged, partly out of discomfort, partly out of neither agreement nor disagreement. "Maybe not, but he admitted it to me enough times when we first hooked up. I know we've had our problems, and we're both equally to blame, so whenever one of us apologises for it, the other reminds us that there's no completely innocent party."

They fell silent as they neared the hotel, and Sara was itching to inform someone other than Grissom about what they had heard last night, but knew it would be neither fair nor right. She would rather speak to Catherine about it, and see whether or not the blonde would be willing to have her news broadcast around the group.

"Hey, Cath," Sara called after she, Nick and Greg had unpacked the bags in the minivan.

"What?"

"Oooh," Sara laughed as she saw the dark rings around her friends eyes. "Up all night, were we?"

"Yeah, unlike you and Bugman there, you little liars." Catherine scowled good-naturedly.

"Is that the best insult you can come up with?" She grinned. "So, did you have fun?"

Catherine's expression became midly-affronted. "Excuse me?"

"Yep, looks, and sounds, like you did. Hey, I'm just yankin' your chain," she explained. "I'm sure Gil's aready said that it's good you two are finally ... doin' whatever it is you're doing. Aside from each other," she added.

That did it. Catherine, who had made a commendable effort to remain straight-faced, burst out laughing. "Man, I haven't seen you this funny in years. Looks like you and Gil really are happy. But to answer your ... question, yes, we are happy. There's been signs for a while, we just wanted to be sure that it was the right thing for the both of us to do."

"I take it that it is," Sara inquired, relieved that she and Gil wouldn't be the only loved-up couple on the trip. Maybe if the CSIs had something else to focus on, it would take the pressure off her and Grissom a bit.

"It sure is. And I'm sure you gathered that from last night," Catherine added, winking and smiling.

"Don't wanna go there," Sara mumbled.

"Oh, Gil didn't seem to mind doing that yesterday morning."

"I'll kill him if he's been ... oh, there he is." Sara put her hand out and touched Catherine's sleeve. "Excuse me," she said, faux-sweetly, heading for the unsuspecting Grissom.

"Hey, honey," he smiled, unaware that he might be on the end of an earful.

"Don't you dare use any form of endearment until I've gotten a straight answer from you," she hissed, dragging him from the hotel foyer to the elevator.

"Uh, what have I done, now?" he stammered, his brow knitting.

Sara pressed the button to the lift, pulled him inside, and hit the button for their floor. "What the hell did you tell Catherine about us?"

It dawned on Grissom that she was referring to the conversation they'd had the previous morning. He smiled in attempt to appease her, and ignored her little ruling. "Sweetheart, she asked us to keep the noise down. I simply joked that we'd gag each other next time, then left, saying that I'd make sure you'd untied yourself from the bedposts and taken your gimp mask off." He watched Sara's expression turn from angry, to shocked, to a huge grin.

"I honestly think you didn't have that sort of kinky streak in you," she praised.

Grissom raised an eyebrow in surprise. "After some of the things we say and get up to? My God, you really are innocent," he said in mock-surprise. He pressed her up against the wall of the elevator, a wicked grin on his face.

She flashed him a beautiful smile, pressing her body to his in a hug. "Guess you'll have to corrupt me a bit more, then, won't you?" she whispered in his ear, sending shivers through his body.

The elevator pinged open, but they didn't pull away quickly enough. "Ahem." Warrick cleared his throat.

Blushing, Grissom stepped away, holding his hand out for Sara to take. "Have a nice time last night?" he called as the elevator door closed, separating them from Warrick, and thus any kind of retort.

"Kinky streak, yes, but it stops at making love in public," Grissom said, leading her to their hotel room to pick up the rest of their belongings.