If one of his co-workers, or anyone who knew him for that matter, had seen him driving home from work that day, they'd be left wondering who this impostor was and what they had done with the real Gil Grissom. Humming to himself and tapping along on the steering wheel, he was almost unrecognisable as the straight-laced, fact-following scientist that inhabited the CSI labs, instead he seemed more like a love struck teenager.

"Get a hold of yourself Gil!" He struggled to conceal his happiness as he drove home, he felt positively giddy and there was nothing he could do to stop it. This was just the effect she had on him and he loved it. Turning one final corner he pulled into the driveway of their home. Their home! Before Sara, his house was only ever a place for him to work and sleep between shifts. The only things inside were the necessities and his books and collections, nothing more. But now, things were different. He had fancy lamps, co-ordinating cushions on the couch, his bathroom was a different colour and there were more pillows on his bed than he felt was entirely necessary, and he couldn't be happier about it. She had made it a home.

Tossing his jacket and briefcase on the couch, he deposited the bag of items he'd bought at the grocery store on the kitchen counter and ran upstairs to take a quick shower before cooking breakfast. This shower, he noted, was a lot less eventful than the one he had shared with Sara before work, but still he could hear their moans resounding back at him from the black and white tiles. Reflecting upon it he couldn't help but feel his shower had been incomplete without her.

Dressed in jeans and a crisp, white casual shirt Grissom decided he would make pancakes for breakfast. Gathering the required ingredients and equipment, he began to prepare breakfast; taking note of the time he made a mental thing of all the things he still had left to do before Sara arrived home.

Pancakes ready and being kept warm in the oven, Grissom skilfully placed the orchids he'd bought for her into a vase of water, he used them as the centre piece of his table setting. Stepping back to admire his work, his moment of glory was cut short by the sound of a car door closing in the driveway.

The whole drive home Sara had been looking forward to breakfast, not only because she was starving but also because she couldn't wait to spend time with Grissom. She could already think of at least 10 things she wanted to discuss with him, as well as at least 10 places she wanted to kiss him. She loved him as much for her sharp mind as she did for his sexy greying hair and dazzling blue eyes. Thinking about him she began to fantasize, however her fantasy was short lived as the pulled up outside their home. Their home! The novelty still hadn't worn off her yet. Two months after moving in, her insides still tingled a little every time she slipped her key into the lock and opened the door.

Ever since she was a little girl all she really wanted was a happy home, somewhere she felt safe and loved, looking up at Grissom's townhouse she knew she had found her home.

"Gil!" She called from the doorway. That was odd, usually when he got off shift before her, he'd be sitting waiting for her when she got home; at the very least he'd respond when she called him. His jacket and briefcase were lying on the couch and the smell of pancakes filled the air. He was here somewhere, but where? "Gris?" She called again, again receiving no reply. Venturing further into the house, she wondered where her lover could be but all thoughts left her head entirely when she stepped into the dining room.

A vase of yellow and pink orchids, her favourite flowers, sat proudly on the table, which was dressed in a pure white tablecloth and set perfectly for two. The scene looked like it had been taken straight out of some old romantic movie; it was so beautiful, she was in awe. However it was the object on her plate though that shocked her most.

Sitting on top of the white china plate was a plain black ring box; opened, displaying the most beautiful ring she had ever seen in her life, white metal, probably platinum with one large central diamond, with two smaller diamonds on either side. It couldn't have been more perfect if she had designed it herself.

Propped up against the vase, a white piece of card sat behind the ring box with nothing but the words,

"Will you?"

in Grissom's handwriting. Her mouth was agape as she tried to figure out what was going on here, to say she was stunned felt like an understatement.

"Well?" Asked a quiet voice from the doorway behind her. Turning to face him, her eyes still wide with shock, all she could manage to say was,

"Are…are you serious?"

"I've never been very good with words Sara," his voice was soft and as he spoke he looked so deep into her eyes, she swore he could see her soul, "but luckily for me you always seemed to know what I mean. I've been alive for more than 50 years now; but I've only been living for 10 and that's all down to you. I love you more than anything, more than I or even Shakespeare could ever express. So…"

Reaching past her, he lifted the ring box from her plate before getting down on one knee. Holding the ring out in front of him, he looked up at her, his eyes slightly misty and said,

"Sara Sidle, will you marry me?"

"Of course I will Gil!" She said through the biggest smile, while he took the ring from its box and slid it on to her delicate finger and kissed her hand. At that moment all the tears she'd been trying to hold back found their way out and cascaded down her cheeks as she continued to smile from ear to ear. Pulling her into an embrace, her kissed her with such passion and love that she felt a whole new wave of tears well up inside of her; all her dreams were coming true, she'd found a loving home and a wonderful partner to share it with, she half expected to wake up and realise it was all just a dream.

Breaking apart they beamed at each other. Grissom placed his big, strong hands on either side of his fiancé's face and gently wiped away the tears from his lover's eyes. Kissing her softly on the forehead he posed yet another question, "Pancakes?"

Suddenly Sara discovered she wasn't so hungry anymore. She sat at the table, only managing a few forkfuls of pancakes because there was a herd of butterflies currently residing in her stomach. Grissom wasn't managing his breakfast so well either, he felt excited and giddy, and all hunger had left him.

Noticing that Sara had hardly touched her pancakes either he laughed.

"Maybe I should have waited until after breakfast before I proposed?" He quirked a questioning eyebrow at her, looking up from her hand she smiled at him, "No! It was perfect!"

Leaning across the table to kiss him, he captured her in his arms and pulled her onto his lap. Wrapping her arms around his tanned neck she planted a trail of soft kisses from his mouth to his ear. She knew how sensitive his ears were, when she started to nibble on them he was hardly able to control himself.

"Maybe," He coughed, his voice came out husky and suggestive as his finger played with the strap of her tank top, "we just need to work up an appetite." The desire in his voice set her off; kissing him passionately she slid her fingers down his shirt, undoing the buttons as she went.

Following her lead he slid his hands up the top, caressing her smooth skin, within seconds her black tank top was on the floor beside his shirt.

Standing up, he pushed her back against the wall, pinning her hands above her head as he slid his other hand down to slowly undo her pants. She struggled to break free from his hold, longing to touch him. Her remaining clothes hit the floor as she pushed off from the wall, their lips still locked they moved towards the door of the dining room. Her hands now free Sara put them to good use, removing Grissom's trousers and boxers as they made their way towards the couch, leaving a broken lamp in their wake.

Reaching the couch Sara broke away from the kiss and pushed her lover onto the couch, straddling him. Gasping she slid him inside herself, her breath was stolen as his hand caught her behind the neck and pulled her lips to meet his. Lips to lips, tongues pressing tongues, skin against skin, moaning and groaning in unison they edged closer and closer to climax.

Feeling Sara start to tighten around him he rolled so he was now on top of her. Increasing the speed and force behind his thrusts, it wasn't long before she was screaming in the throws of her orgasm. The action of her muscles contracting combined with the sound of her screaming his name in ecstasy sent him over the edge and he came quickly behind her. Breathless but sated they lay coupled on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder while they waited for their pulses to return to normal.

Taking her hand, he admired how the ring looked twice as beautiful as it did in the box, and ten times more beautiful than it could ever look on anyone else when it was on her finger. He'd never known the complex decisions that went into choosing an engagement ring; that was until last week. As he wandered helplessly from jewellery shop to jewellery shop he wished that she could be there with him, he was afraid of picking the wrong ring, he'd never done anything like this before, but more than anything he wanted to surprise her, to spoil her. The moment he set his eyes on that ring he knew it was Sara's; it was perfect, just like her.

"It suits you!" He mused, kissing her hand.

"It's gorgeous!" She purred from his chest.

"You know what else?" He asked, not really looking for an answer, "It's much to beautiful to hide."

She looked up, her eyes meeting his and they knew they were both thinking the same thought.

"I think it's time to tell the team!" He said definitively with an echo of pride in his voice. They had agreed to tell their colleagues and friends when the timing felt right and right now, it felt perfect.