Disclaimer: I know it hasn't been said before but I own nothing in this story except the plot and the deluded dream that one day it might become reality.

"Thank God it's Friday!" This expression ran through the minds of all the tired CSI's laying around the break room. Their triple had been fairly straight forward, no surprise evidence or inconsistencies, but with the sheriff breathing down their necks at every step of the process they had to be especially thorough. And in order to get the case finished in time they had all worked right through from one shift to the next and they were all exhausted, but at least they had gotten it over and done with.

Thankfully though it seemed like Las Vegas' criminals were taking a night off and the lab remained quiet enough during their shift. None of the team was as grateful for this as Grissom. With reservations made at his favourite restaurant he was silently praying that it would stay that way. Tonight was the night he and his team were having dinner to celebrate his engagement to Sara and he didn't want anything to ruin it.

As the end of shift drew nearer it appeared his prayers had been answered as nine o'clock came and nothing more exciting than a trick roll had been reported.

"Don't forget, dinner tonight at 7!" He reminded everyone before they left. They were all looking forward to it; it wasn't very often they had the chance to get together outside of work, particularly not to celebrate such an occasion as their boss finally proposing to the woman he has clearly been in love with since her arrival in Las Vegas, probably even before that. Right now they all planned to go home and get a good sleep so they would be prepared for the evening.

Now that their relationship was out in the open they no longer felt the need to travel in two different vehicles to and from the same place every day. Sara enjoyed this perk very much because it meant that after a long shift she could sit back and relax in the passenger seat and let Grissom drive home. This morning she was especially tired because she had been working constantly to tie up all the loose ends of the case to make sure it was all done and done right. She knew how much tonight meant to Grissom and she didn't want Ecklie to have any reason to call him back to the office over this. She was so determined to get it all that it had taken a mass effort from the group to get her to take a break. She was so tired in fact that she had fallen asleep before they were even half way home.

Pulling into the driveway Grissom didn't want to wake her, she looked so peaceful sleeping in the passenger seat, and luckily he didn't have to wake her. As soon as he stopped the engine she awoke with a start.

"I wasn't asleep!" Were her first words as she bolted upright forcing her eyes open wide. He couldn't help but laugh at her, which caused her to pout and glare at him.

"Shut up!" She groaned tiredly, getting out of the car and shuffling towards the door. He followed her up the pathway taking out his keys to open the door.

"I'm sorry." He said earnestly. "So, breakfast then bed, or bed then breakfast?" He asked her, fighting hard to contain the grin that was threatening to spread over his face as he teased her. Pursing her lips and giving him a Sara Sidle glare, "Bed!" she grumbled making her way upstairs; with Grissom not too far behind her. He was just as tired as she was only he was slightly more alert because he had driven home.

Reaching their bedroom Sara gave a small sigh of relief as she shed her work clothes, pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top and fell into bed. The sheets were soft and cool against her tired, aching muscles and the cold pillow behind her head was heaven, there was only one more thing required to make the situation perfect.

Stripping down to his boxers Grissom climbed into bed beside his lover, instinctively extending his arm for her to roll into. Now it was perfect. Snuggling into his side, her head rested on his chest and in hardly a few minutes they fallen into a sound sleep.

She stirred slightly in the bed, as she found herself engaged in the perpetual battle between getting up and going back to sleep. She wasn't sure what time it was and therefore didn't know if she had time to go back to sleep. Preferring to be safe rather than sorry, or late as she would be in this instance she decided to get up. She opened her eyes, blinking hard a few times as they adjusted to the light, gave a long satisfying stretch and got out of bed.

Wrapping herself in her black satin dressing gown she headed off in search for Grissom who as usual was already up. Walking downstairs she was greeted by the smell of fresh coffee coming from the kitchen. One of the advantages to marrying a man that barely sleeps; there's always coffee ready when you get up, she smiled to herself at the thought as she entered the kitchen.

"Good morning!" Greeted Grissom in a cheery voice as he planted a kiss on her lips and handed her a steaming cup of coffee.

"Morning!" She smiled back at him, gratefully accepting the coffee.

"You want anything to eat?"

"No thanks." She declined, "I'm not really hungry, I think I'll just wait for dinner."

They sat down at the table each with their cups of coffee and their newspapers, enjoying the just out of bed banter that flowed between them. Their conversation inevitably turning to the topic of dinner tonight. It was just going them and their closest friends from the lab, Catherine, Warrick, Nick, Greg and Brass. They would have invited Sofia too but she was out of town at some convention so it was basically just the graveyard shift; the family, that would be in attendance.

"Hey! Do you think we should have invited Ecklie?" Sara asked, somehow able to keep her face while she said it. She giggled in amusement as Grissom's face fall with her suggestion.

"You've got to be kidding me!" He looked at her over the rim of his glasses, "Why would you want to ruin my happy day?" He asked her, sounding so much like a little child it was adorable.

"You know I was just playing. I hate that guy more than you do."

That was true. In general Sara didn't have a very high tolerance for people she didn't like, but when it came to Ecklie, her tolerance level disappeared completely. It was understandable though considering the number of times he had tried to get her fired. Putting the hideous suggestion of the joke out of their minds and focusing on the happier thought of their dinner.

"Speaking of tonight, I am gonna go take a shower," Noticing how his eyebrows shot up when she mentioned the shower she added a firm, "Alone!" To her statement. "We should probably be there before everyone else, you know? I mean it is our engagement dinner after all."

"Yeah you're probably right! Besides I already showered before you got up, I have a feeling if I showered again I would end up dirtier than when I went in." He said suggestively.

"Yeah! You're probably right!" She winked, her lips forming an incredibly sexy pout as she did so; he had to look away.

Dressed in a casual black dinner suit with a mint green shirt, he had decided to forgo the tie, instead he left the top three buttons of the shirt undone, revealing his slightly hairy chest. He checked his watch, it was quarter to 6, they still had time but they would need to leave soon if they wanted to be early.

"Are you ready?" He called into the en suite bathroom where Sara was getting ready.

"Yup!" She called back, opening the door. His breath caught in his chest and his mouth hit the floor when he turned around and saw her standing in the doorway.

"How do I look?" She asked, biting her bottom lip nervously.

She looked beautiful, more than that, beautiful didn't even begin to describe her. She was wearing a black cocktail dress that sat just above her knees, revealing her endless legs to the world. The fabric hugged her waist, accentuating her tiny waist and the curve of her hips. The dainty straps hugged her delicate shoulders and led his eyes to the low cut neckline that displayed her perfectly rounded breasts in a very flattering manner and she was wearing the silver and sapphire necklace he had bought her last Christmas. He tried to spit out a compliment and failed, he tried to muster up some words, any words but his brain wasn't functioning properly. Surely she must realise the effect she was having on him.

"Wow!" He eventually managed to make a coherent sound. She blushed slightly, smiling coyly.

"That dress! ... Wow!" He struggled to find his words as some other force took over his body. It was primal and it was intense; it was desire. He slowly walked towards her, his heart pounding with every step. Putting one arm around her to stroke her back, he used the other to sensually stroke her arm. Looking deep into her eyes, she could feel the desire resonate from him.

He pulled her in tight and kissed her with such intensity it caused her knees to give way from under her. The hand that stroked her back had actually been searching for the zipper of her dress and was now slowly undoing it. The way he was acting was making Sara feel hot. His behaviour was primitive, he was literally out of his mind, acting on instinct and passion.

"We..."

"Really..."

"Don't..."

"Have..."

"Time..." She gasped in half-hearted protest between hot, fiery kisses, her hands betraying her as they slid under his jacket and pushed it from his shoulders to the floor before starting to unbutton his shirt.

He responded to her protest with a moan as he slid the tiny straps of her dress off her shoulder blades letting it fall to the ground. Stepping over the dress he pushed her towards the bed. Unable to control his shudder of arousal when he noticed that she wasn't wearing underwear. Somewhere between the bathroom and the bed his shirt had came off and his pants had been shed.

She sat down on the bed and released him from his boxers. He gave a throaty moan before leaning over her so she was lying flat on the bed with his body on top of her. Her fingers wound themselves around the curls at the back of his head and pulled him in close, deepening the kiss they were sharing.

They both knew they shouldn't be doing this, but neither of them could bring themselves to care. Driving himself deep inside her, he gasped as she let out a small groan. His pace was slow to begin with, purposefully retracting and pushing himself back inside her. Her knees rose and she wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to enter her deeper. She moved her hips in time with his thrusts as he administered kisses to her neck and along her collarbone. Her nails dug into his shoulders, she was biting her lip to keep herself from screaming with the pleasure that was overcoming her body.

"Sara!" He moaned hoarsely in her ear, sending further shivers down her already quivering spine. He knew neither of them could hold on much longer. Feeling her muscles tighten around him, her heels digging into his lower back, her eyes closed her lips whispered his name, "Gil..." It sent him over the edge and he surrendered himself to his own orgasm. The sensation spreading throughout his body, he just about had the control to hold himself him as not to crush her with his weight.

Breathless he collapsed onto the bed beside her, kissed her shoulder and pulled her into him. Kissing his chest tenderly, she suddenly stopped and grabbed his right arm.

"Shit!" She gasped, springing up in the bed. "We are so going to be late!" She narrowed her eyes at him; he didn't notice, he was checking his watch. Quarter to 7. There was no way they would make it to the restaurant on time. He smirked at her, as they both started to redress.

"I'm sorry," He explained, "you just looked so beautiful in that dress I had to get you out of it."

She smiled, slightly embarrassed by the compliment as she pulled on her dress for the second time that evening. Picking up his shirt from the floor, Grissom assisted her with the zipper that she was struggling to fasten. Pulling it up as slowly and tentatively as he had pulled it down earlier. She turned around to face him and began redoing the buttons of his shirt. He softly ran his hands, down her arms as she did so; an intimate gesture of their love. Fixing her hair in the mirror, she then bent over and picked up his dinner jacket from the heap on the floor in which it lay. He accepted it from her and put it back on.

"You look very handsome!" She smiled, leaning against him and kissing his lips.

"Well thank you. You look stunning." He smiled, "Now I think we better leave, we're, umm... we're a little late."

"It's our engagement dinner," She smiled at him, "We're allowed to be a little late."