"Sorry, we have a date." Sara told them. Grissom put his arm around her shoulders.

"No, you can't join us either." he added.

"Come on; join us for breakfast, then go on your date." Nick bargained.

"Sorry, breakfast is a key component to our date. I have a debt to repay." Sara informed them cryptically. Grissom waved and whisked her away at the same time. The four remaining team members met with Brass and Sofia.

Sara and Grissom managed to get inside her apartment and shut the door before attacking each other; barely. They were now acting like horny teenagers. They had started to lightly tease each other in the car and now that they were in private, full on groping had taken over. Sara broke the kiss.

"What is it?" Grissom asked on a panted breath and took her shirt off at the same time.

"Don't you want to see my stash?"

"It can wait." He answered and picked her up off the ground. She pointed out which way to go. Once on her bed, things slowed down. Each was slow and reverent with the other's body; learning and storing away useful information about their partner's body. It was the most intense and loving experience either had ever experienced. Afterward, they fell asleep; unable to tell where one ended and the other began.

That evening, Sara woke first and gently escaped his embrace. She quietly started a pot of coffee and freed her stash from its hiding place. She laid it on the bed next to her and watched him sleep. The smell of coffee brewing gently roused him from slumber.

"Hey." he said sleepily.

"Hi; sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you. How long have you been up?" He sat up and Sara was mesmerized by the sheet draped over his hips.

"Not long; maybe twenty minutes or so."

"Oh, good."

"Why?" she asked.

"I didn't want to miss out on spending time with you." Sara smiled, especially when he reached out and caressed her cheek with his hand, the same way his words caressed her heart. He moved to kiss her and that's when something caught his eye.

"What's this?"

"My stash." she said with pride.

"Can I have some coffee first?"

"Sure, I'll go get it." Sara left the bed before he could protest or even tell her how he liked it. While she was gone, he began to poke through her collection, which was a little smaller than his. She came back as he picked up a jar filled with scraps of paper.

"Honey, what's this?" She handed him his coffee and he was surprised that she knew exactly how he liked his coffee. She took the jar from him.

"This is my Grissom fantasy jar. I pull a slip of paper, read the word on it and let my imagination run wild. Go ahead, try me." She held the jar for him and he pulled out a piece of paper.

"Garden." he said and set the paper off to the side. Sara closed her eyes and thought for several minutes.

"I imagine a secluded and heavily perfumed garden. I play and decorate you with flowers and compare the different aromas then you lead me to a bed made of tulips and make love to me all night long." Grissom would be lying if he said that her words had no effect on him. He simply raised his knee to cover it up for the time being.

"Not roses?" he asked.

"Too many thorns." She said as an explanation.

"Ah, I like that. You should write the down."

"Maybe I will." She put the slip of paper back into the jar and set it off to the side. She briefly smiled while her head was turned. She knew that he was having a physical reaction and also trying to hide it from her. She picked up something and held it up for him.

"Recognize this?"

"I forgot what it looked like separated from my body." He commented and handled the toy.

"Maybe we can use this next time." she suggested with a smirk. He groaned and she knew it wasn't due to frustration.

"You're killing me, honey."

"There's only one thing left." She took the toy back and handed him the magazine. He flipped through it slowly. Sara watched his face carefully.

"Oh my god." He stopped and couldn't stop staring at the photograph in front of him.

"I didn't fake that either."

"So, why did you do it?" he looked at the rest of her pictures and handed the magazine back to her.

"I needed money to buy a car to go to your lecture. I bought my first car with it. I was also then able to devote more time to my studies and my job instead of walking."

"How much were you paid?" he asked.

"Enough to buy the car outright." Grissom thought for a minute.

"Is that why you were surrounded by all those guys at the lecture?" She shrugged.

"I guess. I didn't pay much attention to them. I was too focused on you."

"I was focused on you too." he confessed.

"I love you." she told him and laid out flat on the bed. Gil lay next to her and covered half of her body with his.

"I love you too." Just as he kissed her, the phone rang. He let her up to answer it.

"Hello?"

"I think you should take a week off."

"Why?"

"Greg did research."

"Butt-head." Grissom was curious now as to whom she was talking to.

"I agree. Warrick called me to let me know. Greg told Nick and Nick told Warrick."

"He may not live to see his next birthday."

"He also has now seen the mold of Grissom."

"If he's smart, he'll keep his mouth shut."

"The rest of us remain in blissful ignorance."

"You might as well call them to come over. I'll show you if you want. You've seen the pictures and Warrick has seen the mold."

"We'll be there within the hour. We'll bring dinner."

"Make it dinner for five."

"Got it; bye."

"Bye." Grissom raised his eyebrow in silent question.

"That was Catherine. She suggested I take a week off because Greg did his research. Then he told Nick, who called Warrick, who called Catherine, who called me. I thought we were out of high school." She flopped on the bed. Grissom was fuming. She looked at him and forged on.

"She's coming over with Nick and Warrick and also bringing dinner."

"I'm taking the night off."

"Why?"

"Because I don't feel like being arrested for murder." he was seething. Sara was seeing a different kind of passion emanating from the naked man in front of her; even though the bottom half was covered.

"I know this is bad timing, but I am so turned on right now." He looked back at her.

"I'm not anymore; I'm sorry."

"We don't have time anyway. I need to straighten up before they get here."

"I'll help you." Together, they got out of the bed and quickly dressed. It didn't take long to clean up Sara's already tidy place so they enjoyed a quick shower. Just as they finished, her doorbell rang. Grissom opened the door to let them in. Due to the reason they were here, the awkward silence was expected. Grissom went into Sara's room to get the necessary items in hopes that after they were put back away, the whole issue could be put behind them.

"Please, let me leave the room before you look at these." he said and took Sara with him on his exit. They could hear both male and female gasps, magazine pages turning and waited for someone to call them back in the room. Sara immediately returned her things o her room and Grissom collected dishes from the kitchen for the food that Catherine brought.

"Now that you've seen it; it's over and we'll never talk about it again." Grissom said and it left no room for comments.

"With that being said, let's enjoy dinner before you all have to go in to work."

"Aren't you coming in?" Catherine asked.

"No, Greg pissed me off. It's safer for everyone if I stay at home."

"Sara, are you staying home too?" Warrick asked.

"No, I'm going in." Grissom tensed beside her. She pulled him to the kitchen.

"Why?" he asked.

"I'm not ashamed of those pictures. Greg would be stupid to say anything once he learns how mad you are. I can handle him."

"Good point." Sara smiled at his concession and quickly kissed him. Catherine politely changed the subject to a much lighter topic. After dinner, Sara said she would see them at work. Lucky for her, they took the hint that she wanted a little more time alone with Grissom.

"So, what are your plans for the night?"

"I'm not sure."

"I was thinking about doing some spring cleaning tomorrow when I get home. Would you like to join me?" She was getting dressed for work and he sat on the bed watching her.

"Sure, it's something I need to do too. How much time is left on your lease?"

"Eight months; why?"

"No reason." He said with a playful smile.

"Liar." She returned his playful smirk in the mirror.

"Yes, but I'll tell you another time, honey. I promise." Grissom moved to lie flat on her bed, watching her get ready for work. He had started to openly look at her jar and get ideas from the little scraps of paper he held. He knew she was watching him too, and that had more impact than the jar of ideas.

"Alright." She was suspicious of the reason, but glad he didn't voice it. She watched one of his hands shift his pants to make more room for the tent that had formed. Once he knew, she was watching him, he started talking out loud; telling her how inspired her little jar of words made him. In his description of the word 'dessert', she let out a moan and then was forced to change her panties. She continued to dress despite his preventative measures he had recently engaged in. As soon as she was finished, she pulled him to his feet and kissed him hungrily.

"You're not playing fair."

"I want you to stay home. I guarantee you'd have more fun with me." She smiled.

"I'm sure that I would, but one of us needs to go in."

"Catherine suggested you take the night off." He was walking with her and keeping her in his arms the entire time.

"She didn't tell you. I promise, we'll both have a night off together soon and we will definitely make the most of our time together." He groaned at her suggestive tone.

"Screw the lab; stay with me." He said and pulled her tightly against his body.

"I need to go take care of Greg. How about this; if they don't need me, then I'll leave. I'm sure Catherine would let me go."

"Alright." He grumbled and kissed her one last time. She smiled at him.

"Go on home and make you own jar. We could mingle them and possibly turn some of them into a reality." She was pulling him to the door.

"I can do that. May I take your jar as inspiration?"

"Sure; I'll call you when I am leaving the lab." He ran to get her jar quickly and took her hand outside of her door.

"I'll be waiting. I love you, Sara."

"I love you too, Gil." He walked her to her car and watched her drive away before heading in the opposite direction to go home.

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A/N: So, do you think Sara will do anything to Greg? I'm letting you know that we are nearing the end of this journey. I want to thank all of you who have so faithfully sent me reviews. I love them and look forward to more. Have a great day everyone! Kelly