—CHAPTER TWO—

After a quick shower, Grissom got dressed and was tying his shoes in the living room when he heard Sara's footsteps approach.

"Can you help me with this?" she held out a necklace in the palm of her hand. She was dressed. Somehow, she had managed to throw on a pain of jeans, a tank top and a white button up. He looked at her with a furrowed eyebrow.

"Where are you going?"

"With you? You said you were going to run a few errands."

"I did, but I got it, dear. Stay home and rest."

"Gil, I could use a little break too? Besides, I'd like to pick up a few things from my place."

Grissom hadn't intended to keep her pent up inside, he just wanted her to rest. But he could see her need to be out as much as he had his own. To not feel suffocated by the tragedy that neither of them asked for. He stood up and took the necklace from her hand and placed it gently on her chest before standing behind her and fastening it.

"I've always liked this one." he said as he looked at it on her, his hands shoved in his pockets.

Instinctively Sara reached up to it and fiddled with it between her finger tips.

"I know. I remember."

Grissom cocks his head, confused.

"Remember what?"

"I was wearing this in San Fran that day…that day we walked through the town? You kept staring at it and told me you thought it was pretty."

"Huh." Grissom lets out slight chuckle.

"What?"

Putting on his jacket, he blinked away a memory. He stood behind Sara to help put her one arm through the sleeve and draped the other side over her shoulder.

"I wasn't staring at your necklace, dear. You were a young, hot brunette standing in front of me with your chest glistening out in the sun. All I could think of was how badly I wanted my lips on you."

Sara blinked her eyes rapidly, half in disbelief of his statement, the other half fighting off the warmth spreading over her body with his words. She swallowed hard. Grissom moved in front of her walking to the door to open it for her.

"Someone is thirsty…" she said half snarky, half flirtatious

"Oh, you have no idea.." he whispered and patted her backside softly as they stepped out the door.

But she did have an idea. He was a fool to think she wasn't having the same desires that he was. At this point, being cooped up with him in the house with all the time in the world was agony. They didn't have time like this and it was about to be less once they returned to work. Grissom's house was full of surfaces they had held each other, each a constant reminder of what they were missing.

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Grissom pulled out his glasses to read over the list of groceries he needed as Sara grabbed a cart for him.

"I'll push."

Grissom looked at her face from the top of his glasses, down at her arm and then back to her. As if questioning she'd be okay to push the cart.

"Gil, don't even." He smirked and let it go. He wasn't going to argue the point of her helping.

Sara pushed the cart as Grissom walked in front knowing exactly which rows he needed and which shelves he'd find what he was looking for. Sara was mesmerized by his simple domestic movements. They had never been in a grocery store together. They had never been out in a public period, not in this way. Everything had been so secret, so private. She found herself tilting her head as her mind processed her view of him walking through the store in what had become her favorite pair of jeans on him.

He's buying groceries, for us. For our dinner. And laundry soap. I know it's on the list too because he's been constantly doing laundry. I know how he prefers Barilla sauce over the sauce I bought…but he switched to Purex after he saw it at my place.

The domestic simplicities that made her love for him feel real. Grissom would occasionally glance back at her, making sure the cart was still manageable with one arm. Occasionally he'd lead the cart by pulling on the front of it to trail behind him as he switched aisles. He didn't have to say a word as they made their way through. He'd occasionally hold up two items and look to Sara to make the choice. She'd point to one over the other and he'd nod his head. Put it in the cart and set the other back. Always taking the option she chose. Until they got to the ice cream. Grissom went ahead and grabbed both, knowing that they'd have to live with the fact that they indeed liked two separate kinds and that would never change.

Grissom had stopped in his tracks and looked over his list. His finger noting each line that had been meticulously crossed out, confirming nothing was left. Sara pushed the cart until she was standing next to him. Her chin leaned on his shoulder, her chest against his arm.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah.." she said and left her pause lingering, waiting for him to look to his side at her. His lips now closer to hers.

"You…me…storage closet. There's hardly anyone in here. We'd be quick." She pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. She knew he'd never say yes, but she thought it was fun to put the thought of sex back into his mind after he'd been pleasantly distracted with the simple task of getting groceries without thinking of having his way with her.

He smirked and gently placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Sara, with what I'd have planned? …the vegetables would hear you."

Sara's eyed widened and she pulled her chin up softly. Grissom pinched the soft side of her stomach and continued to walk forward, Sara finding herself a bit frozen to the cart. The whites of her knuckles showed as she tried to keep the ache from between her legs from paralyzing her movements forward.

Grissom had kept his stride in front of Sara for a reason. Standing next to her had been too distracting, his eyes often wandering down her shirt to her tank top. Walking behind her meant his eyes were glued to the pockets that hugged her backside tightly. He'd already almost lost it once. Three aisles back he stopped to pick out some canned soup, when she let go of the cart and stood to his side leaning against the shelf, staring him up and down. He could feel her eyes on him, trailing his body and focusing on his pants.

She wants you.

Just as much as you want her.

He had stood there gripping the cans, unsure of what he was even looking at. Too distracted with the thought of pinning her against the shelves of chicken soup. He hadn't considered how erotic it would feel to simply go shopping with her.

Don't go out with a loaded gun again…noted.

Sara helped load groceries onto the belt with her free-hand. Allowing herself the movement of bending over as she pulled items from the bottom of the cart. Grissom wasn't even trying to not look anymore.

The cashier had to call him Sir three times before she finally had Grissom's attention long enough to ask for Paper or Plastic. The young lady just smiled when she realized he'd been staring at Sara. Grissom offered a guilty grin and did his best to avoid eye contact with either of them for the remainder of the transaction. He had no reason to hide anymore, but still felt awkward when he was caught staring at the beautifully slender woman that was his.