A/N: This is a story like none I've ever written before. I hope the format of it is clear after you've read this chapter.

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Rule 2: No kissing

"I had a great time today," Sara said, swinging their joined hands slightly as they walked to her apartment door.

"Me, too," Grissom smiled. "I hadn't been on a picnic in years."

Sara grinned. "Neither had I. I'm so glad you suggested it. You did a great job of packing a lunch, by the way."

"Oh, good," Grissom said, his relief obvious. "I was nervous about it – it's the first time I've cooked for a vegetarian."

"Well, you did a great job," she said again.

"Thanks," Grissom smiled. He paused for a moment, then spoke again. "I have another suggestion, if you'd be willing to come along."

"I'd love to," Sara promised without knowing what he might suggest.

He smiled as they reached her apartment. "How about a trip to an amusement park?"

She raised her eyebrows. "An amusement park?"

"Yes," Grissom grinned. "I've been riding roller coasters alone for years. Would you please ride one with me?"

She grinned. "I'd love to."

"Saturday?"

"Saturday."

"Great." Grissom released her hand and touched her cheek. "I'll see you at work tonight."

"Right," Sara breathed, wondering if this might be the day.

Once again she was disappointed. Grissom leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"Good bye, Sara."

"Bye."

He waited until she had unlocked and opened her door, then, waving cheerfully, turned to walk back to his car. Shaking her head slightly, Sara entered her apartment.

They had been dating for nearly a month, but he had yet to kiss her. Well, that wasn't entirely fair – he had kissed her cheek, her hands … but, not her lips. She was a bit frustrated with the situation. It had become something of an unwritten rule: no kissing. At least, not until the time was right. Sara just wished that she knew when that would be.

Grissom insisted that they ride every roller coaster in the park, and Sara was glad to agree. Amusement parks had not been a part of her childhood; she felt as though she had the chance to rectify that with Grissom as he grabbed her hand and took her from one ride to the next. His child-like glee at being there rubbed off on her; they spent a wonderful day together, acting the part of two children out for the afternoon.

Darkness had fallen when Sara suggested a ride on the ferris wheel. Grissom agreed a bit reluctantly; he clearly was less than impressed with this rather tame ride.

"It's not that I don't like them," he explained to Sara as they stood in line. "It's that they don't give you the rush that a roller coaster does."

"I'm not arguing with that," she replied. "But, we've ridden every roller coaster at least once – some of them twice. I think it's time to try something new. Besides, I want to see the view from the top."

He nodded as they moved forward to climb into a car. "I hope this is all you want it to be."

"Me, too," she smiled.

They settled into the car. Sara reached for his hand as they began to move. He smiled, and laced his fingers through hers. She smiled back.

The stop and go motion of the wheel provided them with conversation for a few minutes as they discussed the people who might be riding along with them. Then, they reached the summit of the ferris wheel and stopped to let more passengers on board.

"Oh!" Sara breathed, looking out at the twinkling lights of Las Vegas splayed out before her. "Look at that, Griss! It's beautiful!"

"Yes, very beautiful," he agreed, looking not at the lights, but at her. "Sara?"

"Hm?"

She turned to look at him, and he caught her face in his hands and lowered his lips to hers. Sara drew a breath in quickly, then melted into his kiss.

They broke apart as the ride began to move again and looked at each other. Neither seemed to know what to say.

"Well, I was wrong," Grissom said at last.

"About what?"

"This ride can definitely give you a rush."

Sara giggled and leaned in to kiss him again.

The kiss did not end as the ride continued its jerky progress around, or even as it began to spin in earnest. It was a rather innocent kiss, but it was the best kiss either of them could imagine.

It was during those first kisses that Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle fell in love.

"I suppose this should go without saying …" Sara began as they walked to her apartment after leaving the amusement park.

Grissom smiled and tightened his grip on her hand. "No kissing at work?"

"No kissing at work."

He smiled again. "Done."

They stopped in front of her door, but Sara made no move to take her keys from her purse. Grissom raised an eyebrow.

"What?" she asked innocently. "I don't get my good night kiss? We're not at work now, you know."

Grissom smiled. "Good thing."

He put his hands on her hips to pull her closer and kissed her good night.

"I'm leaving, guys. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Sara," Catherine said, barely looking up from the report she was writing.

"Get some rest!" Nick called as he left to go find Hodges to go retrieve results on some fibers he had given him. "You worked way too hard today!"

"I know," Sara said wearily. Her knees and back ached from the amount of time she had spent kneeling in the victim's flowerbeds.

"You're leaving, Sara?" Grissom asked, keys in hand.

"Yes."

"Me, too. I'll walk out with you."

"Anyone else going to the parking lot?" Sara asked.

Disgruntled groans were her only reply. She smiled.

"I guess it's just us, then."

"Looks like."

They had barely walked out into the parking lot when Brass entered the lab.

"Has anyone seen Grissom?"

"He just left," Catherine replied. "If you hurry, you might be able to catch him in the parking lot."

"Thanks," Brass said, taking off to find his colleague.

Grissom walked Sara to her car and waited until she had opened her door. He put his hand on the small of her back as she turned to say good bye.

"Ouch."

His eyes widened. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing … my back is just bothering me. Too much bending over today, I guess."

"How about a massage?" Grissom asked, rubbing his hand in circles over her back.

"Not right now," she said, giving him a smile.

"Can I kiss it and make it better?"

"I'd love it, but I think there are too many clothes on it for the kiss to make it through."

"Well, then, I guess I'll just have to take what I can get." He leaned forward and kissed her lips.

Sara sighed against his lips and put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her and deeper into the kiss.

A small cough broke the silence around them and they jumped apart. Jim Brass stood only a few feet away, a goofy grin stretching across his face.

"And to think, I just saw Catherine and didn't hear a word about this," he said.

"That would be because she doesn't know," Grissom said. "Um … Jim, no one …"

"Don't worry," Brass grinned. "Your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks, Jim," Sara smiled.

"Just one thing," he said.

"You're setting conditions?" Sara asked indignantly.

"You'll like this one," he assured her. He turned to Grissom. "Gil, if you hurt this girl, I will personally break your face. Do you understand?"

Grissom smiled and put his arm around Sara's waist, pulling her close to him. "Jim, there is no way I will ever do anything to hurt her."

"Good." Jim turned to walk away and gave them a wave. "Have a good night."

"Did you find Grissom?" Catherine asked as Brass walked back into the lab.

"Missed him," he said. "All I saw were tail lights."

Brass kept their secret, denying even Catherine the insider information that he had. Later, in the heat of a frantic search, he could only wish that they had kept it as well as he had.