Sara knocked on Grissom's door at 7:15 and was surprised that he was fully dressed waiting for her. Her stomach did a back-flip when she saw what he was wearing. A crisp dark blue shirt that was unbuttoned to his chest and black jeans. Her jaw dropped and he grinned at her. "You're early." He said.

Her head snapped to his eyes and she nodded. "You want to come in for a drink first?" he asked. She nodded and he stepped back to let her in. "What would you like? I've got…well to be honest, I've got water or coffee. No alcohol on campus, right." Sara snorted with laughter and sat on the sofa.

"Yeah, right, everyone follows that rule. I'll have water, thanks." He handed her a bottle and sat beside her on the sofa.

"So where you planning on taking me this evening?" he asked her. She smiled and wagged her finger at him.

"Now that would spoil the surprise wouldn't it? I'll give you the directions if you drive." Grissom nods at her and stands up, offering her his hand.

"Well, let's go then, I'm starving." She takes his hand and they walked to his car.

They arrived a short while later at a small restaurant called PJ's. Grissom parked his car and ran around it to open Sara's door. "Thank you Gil, no one's ever opened a door for me before. You're a real gentleman." She patted him on his bare forearm and a spark flew into her stomach. He must have felt it too because his face reddened slightly and he cleared his throat.

"So, what kind of stuff do they serve here?" he asked, locking the car and hovering his hand over the small of her back as they walked to the entrance.

"Seafood mostly, but there's other stuff too. Oh," she clapped a hand to her mouth and stopped making Grissom put his hand on her back a little above her rear "You're not allergic are you?"

He was a little hazed and concentrating on where his hand was. After a moment, he removed his hand and registered the question. "N…no, I'm not allergic, I love seafood." He stuttered.

He hurried forwards and held the door open for her again. She beamed at him. A group of young men rushed through the door before Gil could and one said, rather loudly, "Dude! Keep that up and you're definitely getting to third base!" and then nearly threw up in the bushes next to the building. Still watching the group as he walked through the door, he bumped into Sara and nearly knocked her over. He instinctively grabbed her waist to steady her and she grabbed his forearms, the electricity shooting through her again at the contact with his skin.

"Sorry," he mumbled "You OK?" he didn't let go of her waist. Her top had hitched up a little, exposing some of her stomach which his fingers were now holding.

"Yeah," she gazed into his startlingly blue eyes, "You can let me go now Gil." They had drifted closer together and now they were mere centimetres apart.

Grissom opened his mouth to say something, but a waitress interrupted them "Can I help you two?" Gil removed his hands as Sara stepped towards the woman.

"Yes thank you, a table for two please." Sara said. The woman nodded and motioned for them to follow her.

Grissom pulled Sara's chair out for her to sit down and they sat down opposite each other and the waitress asked if they wanted anything to drink. "Two iced waters please." Gil ordered.

The drinks came, they ordered the food and they sat in a comfortable silence, occasionally glancing at each other and swapping smiles. After a while, Sara excused herself from the table and headed to the bathroom. Grissom sighed as the door closed behind her and he found himself tapping the table impatiently.

"Get a grip Gil, she's your student" he said to himself

"Technically, she's a student of the college you just happen to be attending for two weeks. You're not getting paid by the college to be here, so she's not your student" replied a voice in his head.

"OK, what about the fact she's 15 years younger than me?" he argued

"The answer's in the question, age is just a number and besides, she said it herself, you don't look your age. You've taken care of yourself. She likes you and it's damn obvious you like her."

"Yeah but…"

"Stop arguing, you won't beat me. You know I'm right. For once, follow your heart instead of your morals or ethics. Live on the edge, even if it's only for two weeks."

"Well that's another thing, I live in Vegas, and she lives here. Long distance relationships never work. What the hell am I doing? I'm talking about relationships with a woman I know nothing about."

"Well you learnt some stuff this morning didn't you? For example, you learnt where she grew up, her parent's names…"

"Oh God, what would her parents think?"

"You OK? You look deep in thought." Sara had come back to the table and noticed Grissom staring at his water glass. Grissom jerked his head up to see the woman he'd been contemplating.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing." He said.

Sara sat down but didn't look convinced. "What were you thinking about?" she asked, taking a sip of water.

Without thinking Gil said "You." And Sara immediately spat out her mouthful of water. She coughed slightly and Grissom reached out and took her hand "Are you OK?"

Sara waved her free hand at him and nodded, still struggling to breath. He let go of her hand and she immediately missed the feeling. When she had calmed down, she looked at him but he was staring at the table cloth. "So you were thinking about me huh?" he looked up to see her smiling at him, she wasn't upset or angry.

"Why did you agree to show me around Sara? Why did you agree to come out with me this evening?" he asked looking her straight in the eye.

The question clearly shocked her because she opened and closed her eyes a few times with no words presenting themselves. She was just about to speak when the waitress came over to them with their food. They sat in a rather more uncomfortable silence than before while they ate.

They finished their meals and the waitress came back asking if they wanted dessert or coffee. They declined and asked for the bill.

"I wanted to." Said Sara as they waited.

Grissom raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Come again?"

"I offered to show you around Frisco and to come out with you this evening because I wanted to. Plus the fact I insulted you this morning and I needed to make it up to you." She smiled. He smiled back and the waitress placed the bill on the table. Sara reached for it but Grissom caught her hand and grabbed it himself.

"I'll pay Gil, I dragged you out here." Sara said, loving her hand in his.

He shook his head and patted her hand "No, it's the least I can do after you showed me round all day, plus," he rubbed his thumb over her knuckles "you can buy the first round of drinks later." He smiled and let go of her hand. He took the bill and pulled out his wallet.