A/N: Slight spoilers here for episode 1x09 Unfriendly skies, references to dialouge from it nothing major..if you haven't seen the episode I highly recommend you watch it because it's awesome!

"Ugh!" Sara grunted as she tugged the zipper of the suitcase shut.

"You know we're only going away for a week!" He teased her from the doorway. She glared at him lifting the suitcase off the bed and he laughed at her.

Tickets in hand he stood in the doorway suitably dressed in khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, he was itching to leave for the airport; the sooner they got there the sooner they would be on their way to their honeymoon in Hawaii.

"Ready?" He asked, making his way over to take the suitcase from her. She nodded and stood aside letting him take care of the heavy weight of the bag. When he attempted to lift it to carry it downstairs he was shocked at the weight.

"Jeez Sara! What is there a dead body in here or something? You didn't really kill Greg for that drunken display at the wedding did you?" He smirked at her.

"Please if one of us was going to kill little Greggo I think it would more than likely be you." She retorted.

"Yeah well those were some pretty serious threats you were muttering yesterday." He laughed pulling out a handle on the back of the suitcase. "You know, it's a good thing this thing has wheels!"

Unable to think of a snappy comeback Sara had to settle for giving him a cheeky look before laughing at her own immaturity. Abandoning the bulky suitcase at the bottom of the staircase he made his way towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her close and whispered in her ear.

"Are you ready to go on our honeymoon, Mrs Grissom?" The name evoking a thrill in both of them they shared a passion filled kiss before Sara pulled away.

"Sidle-Grissom!" She corrected kissing him on the nose.

She moved from his arms and opened the door for him as he dragged their suitcase to the car and loaded it into the back beside his. After a brief argument over who was driving to the airport Sara climbed into the driver's seat and they were on their way.

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A short drive and a long wait in the departure lounge later they were finally in their seats ready to fly off into the sun. The engine was switched on and they felt the plane begin to move. Sara quickly shut the blind of the window beside her and pushed her head back into the headrest of her seat.

"You specifically asked me could you have the window seat." Grissom said nodding towards the blacked out window.

"I know." Sara took a deep breath. "And when we get up in the air I will take full advantage of it." Another deep breath. "The window seat you so graciously allowed me to have." The whole time she spoke her eyes were shut tight. Grissom's face screwed up in confusion as he noted the apparent signs of anxiety she was displaying.

"Sara, are you afraid of flying?" He asked feeling shocked that he didn't know this about her. She had never mentioned it before and she had flown before so it wasn't a first time thing. Her eyes remained closed as she answered; the plane was gathering speed.

"No! I'm not afraid!" She snapped.

"Are you sure? Because it looks like you're afraid." He spoke softly to her.

"Look I'm not afraid of flying. I'm a physicist I understand the aerodynamics and all that I know planes can fly." Her voice was slightly raised as she spoke. The plane was lining up and slowing down in preparation for takeoff, that's when she opened her eyes and looked deep into his. All of a sudden she looked vulnerable and all her defensiveness fell away.

"I'm just not too crazy about taking off and landing." She admitted in a quiet voice. He gazed back into her eyes and took her small hand in his own. He then leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

"There's nothing to worry about honey. I won't let anything happen to you!" He promised, hoping that she knew he wasn't just talking about the flight. She smiled at him squeezing his hand tightly as the plane took off from the ground. Grissom couldn't help but smile at the slight pain that was caused by her wedding and engagement rings digging into his hand as she squeezed. He looked down at his own platinum band on his finger and smiled, it felt right.

Less than an hour into what was scheduled to be a 3 hour flight, clouds had obscured Sara's vision as she, true to her word, had been looking out her window ever since the plane levelled off. Looking in awe at the tiny sights she could see below. The tiny lines of the interstates and the blue puddles as the passed bodies of water.

When the clouds came and blocked her view she resorted to reading a magazine to pass the time. Noticing she was no longer staring out the window Grissom diverted his attention from his crossword for the first time since the flight began.

"Not looking out the window anymore?" He teased her.

"Too many clouds." She answered absentmindedly, still concentration on the article she was reading. He pretended to return his attention to his crossword.

"You look cute when you're concentrating." He muttered so quietly she just about heard him. Looking up from her magazine she met his gaze and self-conscious smile.

"Whatcha reading anyway?" He asked motioning towards the magazine. He didn't notice the devilish glint in her eyes when she answered.

"An article about the effects of altitude on psychodynamics. It's pretty interesting actually."

"Really?" His eyebrow quirked in suspicion.

"Yeah! Sex for example, did you know the high altitude enhances the sexual experience?" She smirked biting her tongue to keep from laughing as he registered what she was talking about. Remembering the conversation she was referencing Grissom blushed slightly. It was one of the early cases they worked together on when she moved to Vegas, murder in first class. He clenched his jaw and tilted his head to one side.

"The mile high club." He was letting her know he was on to her game.

"Yeah apparently the altitude increases the euphoria." Her dark eyes darted playfully to look in his.

'Two can play this game!' He thought to himself. Shrugging he looked back to his crossword puzzle saying, "I hear it's over-rated!"

"Oh really? Cite your source!"

"A brilliant and beautiful brunette who works at CSI." He smiled at her.

"Oh really? I don't know if I like the idea of you working with someone so brilliantly beautiful." Her hand moved to stroke his inner thigh as they spoke

"Oh don't worry sweetie...she's married!" He shifted in his seat a little, getting a little worked up under her touch.

"Well in that case, what do you say we conduct a little experiment of our own and prove her wrong?" Her eyebrows rose suggestively as she propositioned him. He suddenly realised she wasn't joking anymore. The altitude was clearly bringing out her wilder side and his wanted to join in the fun. He was terrified that they would get caught or they would run into turbulence and one of them would get injured thus ruining the rest of their honeymoon. But he was also curious and, thanks to her rubbing his thigh, he was aroused.

"Are you being serious?" He coughed out. She didn't answer him verbally. Instead she unbuckled her seatbelt, moved across him and leant into kiss him passionately. Pulling away she winked at him before making her way into the aisle and towards the aeroplane bathroom. She was only in there a minute before she heard a familiar knock at the door.

Unlocking it she gripped him by the open collar of his green Hawaiian shirt and pulled him into the tiny bathroom with her. To say it was cramped would be an understatement; there was just about room for one person in aeroplane bathrooms never mind two but it didn't matter to them. The confined space only forced them closer to each other.

"Are we really going to do this?" She asked slightly shocked that he'd actually followed her; it had started as a joke and it was turning out better than she had imagined.

"You better believe it!" His voice came out as a kind of growl and he moved in to kiss her fervently. The air pressure in the toilet combined with the heat resonating from their bodies made the atmosphere almost sticky as their passionate kisses left their heads rushing. As they kissed Sara's hands made their way down to undo Grissom's khaki's, as his trousers and boxers fell around his ankles Sara could feel his arousal spring fourth into her stomach and he groaned into her mouth.

Following her lead Grissom pushed Sara's trousers and underwear down to join his on the floor. Moving his lips from hers to nibble on her neck a small moan escaped her lips. Her fingers knotted themselves in the soft grey curls at the back of his head. Her other hand made its way down to capture his erection causing him to groan throatily. It was getting too much for him. The confined space, the extremely close proximity to his gorgeous wife, the altitude and the fear of getting caught all served to heighten his arousal. When he heard Sara gasp his name in a whisper of passion it sent him into overdrive; he had to have her now.

Without warning he grabbed her just below her perfectly formed ass and lifted her up. She just about had time to remove her hand before he slammed himself into her. She almost screamed in pleasure as he hit her deep inside. Their moans were getting louder, afraid they would draw attention to the bathroom and get them caught Grissom crashed his lips to hers in an attempt to silence both of them. Her nails dug into his shoulders through the material of his shirt, almost leaving holes in it.

He thrust in and out of her, each time feeling more and more sensation overcome him. Moaning into each other's it wasn't long before her walls came crashing in around him causing his own orgasm to cascade over him. Gasping for air it really did feel as though they were coming down from some kind of high.

"I guess that's why they call it the mile high club!" Quipped Grissom, exhaling deeply resting his forehead in Sara's shoulder. She laughed breathlessly.

"Yeah, I guess it was just poor Kenny who was over rated!" Grissom laughed, kissing her shoulder and then her lips.

"Well I think it's safe to we'll never forget our first time together as a married couple!" He raised his eyebrows at her and she kissed him again, giggling into his lips. A noise outside the door brought them crashing back to reality. Hurriedly they pulled their trousers back up and fixed themselves before opening the door and trying to make an inconspicuous exit.

When they returned to their seats they notice the flight attendant looking at them with slight disapproval and they broke out into a fit of the giggles.

"Hey, you only honeymoon once!" She shrugged at him and he pulled her into a hug.

"I love you." He kissed her hair. "Mrs Grissom!" He got a kick out of saying that.

"Si..." She was about to correct him before she stopped herself, realising that it didn't matter that much to her. "I love you too!" She smiled. "Dr Grissom!"