"Tell me where I'll live when I move to you." Sara sipped on her juice, feet buried in sand. They made the decision to sit in the warm sand at the water instead of the hammock.

"The plan is to extend my bungalow. There'll be a new door on the north side of the living room that will connects the living room with your bedroom. The bedroom will be five by four with a connected bathroom that will be three by four. A window in there, two in the bedroom. I talked with my boss about it he organized the builder and they'll start next Sunday. Means when we go to Vegas they will work and hopefully when we come back everything is ready to use and I've a bigger bungalow."

"Thirty two square yards, more than I had during university. Will I have internet in my room?"

"Yes. You won't be a guest anymore, you will have your cell phone, your computer, internet and everything else you need."

"I need a spa."

"That will cost you."

"How much rent do I have to pay, landlady?"

"You pay your own power and water and give me a hundred."

"Per week?"

"A month."

"That's cheap. I bet that's not compared to the price you have to pay for the extension."

"I don't want to make money with you, Sara. From the hundred dollar I'll pay the water and power we need for the kitchen and living room."

"That's cheaper than the shared house."

"The downside is you need to share with me."

"I can't see a downside to that." Sara smiled. "And neither do you. What happened to the energy you had two hours ago? Or this morning. You sounded different then."

"My shyness came back and asked me if I'm sure that I do the right thing and if it wouldn't be smarter to slow it down and wait until you do something. I don't want to scare you away and do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable."

"For a smug person you're very sensitive and unsure of yourself."

"Sometimes."

"I like that." Sara took Sofia's hand. "I'll tell you when you overdo it."

"But then it's too late."

"I'll tell you before it's too late."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay." Sofia let her finger run over Sara's new tattoo. "For how long will you have it?"

"If I can manage to keep you away from it a week. Otherwise it will be gone faster."

"Is it waterproof?"

"More or less. It's more the towel that's a danger to it. When I rub over it, it will vanish with the upper skin layer."

"Why did you choose a temporally tattoo? You've a real one on your ankle."

"Because it was part of the ceremony."

"What exactly did you do?"

"Don't ask me. Rhys asked me if I want to join him for a voodoo ceremony. I wasn't sure because apparently they kill animals sometimes but he promised all they do is sing, dance, paint tattoos and pray. Under this circumstances it sounded interesting so I came with him and watched. No animal got killed, no voodoo doll burnt or stabbed with needles, it was like a church celebration on the beach. I liked it. And a lot of interesting people. The old man who paint my tattoo didn't speak English, Rhys translated what he said to me. According to him I'm a lost soul who needs to be found and taken home. But I'm also a fighter for the good and a kind hearted woman. He was sad to tell me that I won't have children and I told him that's fine."

"He's right with the kind heart woman and the fighter. I don't know about your soul and if you will have children but I can't argue with him. I need to see him too, maybe he can tell me a few interesting things about me."

"You're a smug arrogant woman who uses these attributes to hide her sensitive and insecure sides."

"I doubt he'll call me smug and arrogant."

"If he's honest he will."

"You're the only one who says mean things like that."

"I'm the only one who's honest."

"You're the only bitch around."

"And you like me."

"Yes." Sofia sighed. "You can use that."

"I could but I won't. I like you too much to use your feelings against you. And I changed our booking for the hotel. We'll share a room."

"Sounds good. I like to listen to your snore."

Sara's eyes got small. "I don't snore!"

"Did you record yourself already?"

"No."

"Well in that case you don't have any evidence that I lie. You snore. A little bit. Not loud and very cute."

"I bet you heard yourself snoring."

"No, I was wide awake."

"Funny." Sara pulled Sofia in her arms. "Stop mocking me."

"Make me stop."

"I could." Sara kissed Sofia's cheek. "Tell me what you want for your birthday? Any wishes?"

"Breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight drink with you."

"I thought you want to visit your family."

"Yes."

"Don't tell me you want me to join you."

"You asked what I wish for, that's my wish. I want to spend my time with you."

"Your family has to agree."

"They will. Will you?"

"Yes. Whatever makes you happy."

"You. You around me, seeing you happy. That reminds me, do you want to go diving again?"

"Sure."

"If we get up early tomorrow we can dive around the wreck. They secured it with ropes and poles and it's safe now. Want to have a look for some gold?"

"With a golden treasure next to me? Of course. When shall we start?"

"I need to work from ten, so when we want some time for the wreck we should be there at eight."

"Breakfast at seven?"

"Okay."

"Means it's time to go to bed now. We were both up very early and the last night was short."

"I had some sleep but like you said, we were awake early. Come on Beauty, I take you in my bed."

"Next week I have my own bed here."

"Yes. If you want we can get your things over on Sunday. Maybe you get some money back when you give your bungalow up early."

"I can talk to our boss. Thanks. I need to go furniture shopping too."

"In Vegas?"

"No, I'll do that in Los Angeles. Can I get your boat to get everything over?"

"If you want my boat you want me too because you need me to drive it."

"Yes."

"We can do that when I've the next day off."

"Perfect, thanks. I'll shop online and let them deliver everything to the harbor where we can pick it up."

"Until then there's always a place for you in my bed."

"I'm sure there's a place for me even after that." Sara blinked at Sofia and pulled her up. Arm in arm they walked back to Sofia's bungalow – soon their bungalow.

When Sara woke up was it still dark. A look on Sofia's watch next to the bed told her it was two in the morning. Some more time to sleep. The blonde had rolled herself up on the other side of the bed, held on to her pillow. A little smile was on her face, she seemed to dream of something nice.

Sara smiled. That was crazy, she was in Sofia's bed and right now there was no other place she wanted to be. Absolutely crazy. When did it happen that she enjoyed Sofia and her company so much? Since when preferred she to have Sofia around instead of sleeping alone? Why Sofia? What had changed that she liked her so much? That she had problems to imagine a life without Sofia. Hell, even a week or a short trip to Vegas. When the blonde asked her if she could join her she had problems to hide her joy.

So yes, she liked Sofia. More than she wanted to admit to herself. Why was it a problem to admit that she liked her? She never had a problem to admit that she liked Grissom. She knew it right from the first moment she had seen him that he was somebody special that she wanted to be with him. It took them seven years until they became a couple. What did her tell that about her and Sofia? When she met the blonde the first time she couldn't stand her. For Sara it looked like Sofia tried to get Grissom. Jealous Sara tried everything to make Sofia's life hard. When she and Grissom became a couple it got better but she still wasn't a big fan of the now detective.

Why now? Why…a woman? Why Sofia? Why…To hell did it matters? It shouldn't.

Sara moved closer to Sofia and pulled her in her arms.

"Sara." Sofia mumbled.

"I'm here, go back to sleep." Sara kissed Sofia's hair and stroke softly over her cheek.

Still smiling Sofia snuggled closer into Sara's arms and went back to sleep.

No it didn't matter that Sofia was a woman. What matter was that she was Sofia, somebody who cared for Sara and did everything to make her happy. That should matter and nothing else.