"Follow this. Follow your heart."

"How do you follow a heart that no longer beats."

"Just cause it doesn't beat, it doesn't mean it cant still be heard."

Losing what little control he had left, Grissom tilted his head, gently placing his cool lips against her warm ones.

It was supposed to be a simple kiss. Grissom should have known better, but neither could anticipated the electricity that could have put fireworks to shame. Their lips touched repeatedly until Sara's fingers wound themselves in his hair, keeping their heads together, deepening it further. Grissom definitely should have known better. This was going too far but he couldn't stop. The vibration in his pocket could though. Both groaned loudly as they parted.

"Grissom."

"You sound funny. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine Cath, what is it?"

"I wouldn't call but I just heard that your car had been in an accident."

"Some idiot hit me after running a light, I'm fine though."

"Where are you?" Grissom hesitated. Not only had he failed to mention that Sara had been in the car, but he had no explanation as to why he was at her place at all. Seeing this, she took the phone from him.

"Hey Cath, its Sara. We're about a block from my place. I was out walking when I saw people running, one of them mentioned the accident, so I went to help. I wouldn't have taken him if he wasn't alright. He's in shock so I don't think so. I'll stay with him just in case. I'll see you tomorrow." She closed the phone and turned back to Grissom. "Well, that wasn't awkward."

"Why did you lie for me?"

"Because you have for me. More than once. And I knew you'd get in trouble if I said anything."

"Thanks." Sara reached up, tentatively stroking his cheek. He knew what she was thinking, knowing he had to top this before he did something he'd later regret. "We cant let this go any further."

"Why not?"

"You've read 'Breaking Dawn' right?" A nod. "It's something like that." Disgusted was an understatement for the expression on Sara's face.

"I cant seem to stop kissing you though."

"Believe me, I know the feeling."

Something was wrong. Since when did Sara laugh at Grissom's jokes? Since when did Grissom tell jokes? Yep, something was definitely wrong and Catherine was determined to uncover what was going between them. Brass obviously knew something but a possible serial killer was at large and she couldn't seem to get him alone.

"Catherine, you're being paranoid again. Grissom seeing Sara? It might be the obvious thing because of their connection, but he's her supervisor and its against the rules."

"Screw the rules. I have never seen Sara or Grissom smile as much as they both today. If being happy needs they hook up, then I say, let 'em go for it." Warrick chipped in his opinion.

"I have to agree with Warrick on this Greg. Sara is my practical little sister. Even when she was with that prick Hank, she never smiled like she has been today." Catherine raised her coffee cup.

"To Grissom and Sara. May they remain happy and off our backs."

All the ups clunked together in agreement. This would not last the night though.

"Catherine, Nick, Warrick, 419 out on Flamingo, Sophia thinks this may be the work of our serial. Greg, B and E in Seven Hills. Please avoid the dogs this time."

"It was not my fault. The elderly lady next door thought I was robbing the place."

"Sara, we also have a 419, Brass is meeting us there." Before anyone could question their supervisor, both Grissom and Sara had bolted through the door.

"That was pretty sneaky of you, putting us together. You know that they already suspect right?"

"I'd be concerned if they weren't."

"Do we have time before they come out?" Grissom gently grabbed her waist.

"All the time in the world." They lingered with a chaste kiss before turning on their professional persona and climbing into Sara's Tahoe, unaware that an eager pair of eyes were watching.

This isn't the longest chapter in the world but someone is about to get in trouble. I refuse to say more.