Sara woke that evening thoroughly satisfied and very hungry. She listened to the message from Sophia and quickly returned the call. Grissom came out of the bathroom still looking as smug as he did earlier in the day.

"You had better wipe that smirk off of your face by the time we get to work or everyone is going to know what we did today."

"They might know anyway if Jim says anything. I don't care what they think. I love you."

"I love you too. Now get out of my way. I'm hungry." Her statement forced Grissom to remember what was left in the car in Sara's haste. He ran out to get it and brought the bag in.

"Please?" He asked as he held the bag out to her. She took her piece of toast with her into the bathroom. She was quick about it and set it on the counter so she could continue eating. Grissom turned around and placed an omelet on her plate.

"Have you looked yet?" She shook her head and continued to shovel the food in her mouth. Grissom wasn't sure if she was even tasting the food at this point. He covered her hands with his.

"No one will take your plate away. Slow down. Let's look." She swallowed and together they looked at the test strip that lay next to her. They both had the same goofy grin on their faces when they saw the results. He kissed her but she broke the kiss to eat her food.

"Is there more?" She asked between bites.

"Yes I will make you more. Are you even tasting the food?"

"Sort of. It's delicious. Thank you." She was waiting impatiently for her next serving and tried to eat his.

"I said no one would take your plate away, that doesn't mean you can pick from mine. Yours will be ready in a minute." He teased. Thirty seconds later, he put fresh food on her plate. She finished her second helping at the same time that he finished his first.

"Do you want more?" He asked.

"No thank you. I'm full now. Please remind me to call my doctor in the morning to schedule an appointment." He nodded. She got up to go in the shower, but paused to kiss him properly. He moaned into her mouth and never realized that she was pulling him toward her destination until the kiss broke.

"Why are we in here?" He asked.

"Because I need to get cleaned up and I wanted help." She moved to kiss him but he backed away.

"You do know that if I go in there with you, we'll be late for work and just for the record, I would love nothing more than to join you; but I am still tired from the last workout you gave me." Sara pouted, but he refused to give in.

"Get moving. We need to leave in an hour." He turned her away from him and watched her strip as she walked away from him. He stood strong; leaving the temptation to join her to go clean up the kitchen. It proved much more difficult than even having her hand on his upper thigh and hearing her dirty suggestions on his ear while he drove them home earlier that day.

He and Sara arrived at work with ten minutes to spare. Sara cornered Nick and Grissom disappeared to get the nights assignments.

"Nick, have you thought about my question from the other day?"

"Yes. Here is my schedule. Let me know where and when. I'll be there." Nick seemed wary of being set up on a blind date with somebody he worked with, but decided to give it a try. He was good at letting people down gently; in fact he was still friends with every girlfriend he'd ever had.

"Great. I'll take care of everything."

"Hey Sara, would you like some coffee?" Greg asked since he was at the coffee pot.

"Umm, no thanks. Grissom made a huge breakfast and I'm still stuffed to the gills from it."

"Oh I heard you got stuffed alright." Catherine teased and when Sara cocked an eyebrow, she explained further, the men in the room refrained from commenting.

"Jim told me about it over dinner. Two days in a row. I'm impressed."

"Thank you." Grissom said proudly, as he walked into the room. He took a seat next to Sara and handed out the nights work. Everyone left and Sara was stuck in the lab because of her foot. Sara immediately called Sophia and asked for her work schedule. It turned out that both she and Nick had the next night off. She made reservations at a nice restaurant and called both parties to let them know of the details.

Halfway through shift, Grissom called her.

"Sidle."

"It's me. How are you doing?"

"Fine. What's up?"

"Wrong question, but the reason I called is because I want you to come observe a questioning. I am getting nowhere with this suspect because he keeps hitting on me." Sara laughed and that was music to his ears. Subsequently, he was forced to wait until she calmed down to continue talking to her.

"Alright, I'm on my way." She hung up and continued to chuckle her way down the hallway.

"What's so funny Sara?" Catherine caught her stride and waited for Sara to calm down enough.

"Can you… (giggle)….drive me….(laugh)…to PD?..(more laughing)"

"Sure. Take deep breaths and try to calm down before you hyperventilate." Catherine advised the still laughing woman. They were in Catherine's car and Sara's imagination was still controlling her laughter. Catherine walked with her into the station as Sara attempted to get serious again.

"Just watch with me and you will see." She was desperately trying to stifle the urge to laugh. This is how Grissom found the two women.

"Catherine, what are you doing here?"

"I drove Sara. She couldn't stop laughing the whole way. What is so funny?"

"My suspect is hitting on me." Sara lost control again and this time she had tears streaming down her face.

"What is so funny about that?" Catherine was still confused.

"It's a guy. You should have seen his face when I went in the room to collect his clothes. He couldn't take them off fast enough. When I…." He was forced to stop because Catherine was now laughing as hard as Sara was. Brass and Sophia heard the commotion and wondered what all the fuss as about. Grissom explained everything again. Brass had a chuckle and was the first to recover, but Sophia was laughing almost as hard as the two women.

"Oww, my sides hurt." Sara complained through her own laughter that was subsiding.

"Can we work now please? Sara, you need to watch the interrogation and pay attention. I may need you to come in and help me. Here is a copy of my notes for you to look at. Catherine, please take this back to the lab and get it where it needs to go for me. Brass, let's go." Catherine took the evidence bags and the chain of custody forms with her back to the lab. Sophia returned to her work and Sara took the papers Grissom gave her and began to read. She had regained her focus and was now ready to work. After setting up the video tape that Brass had slipped her, Sara began making a list of questions to be asked knowing that Grissom would wait a minute before beginning.

Grissom took a deep breath and followed Brass into the interrogation room. Their suspect, John Brand, sat waiting patiently. He turned his adoring green eyes to Grissom the moment the CSI entered the room.

"Well hello Gil. It's definitely nice to see you again." John purred. Brass was keeping his smile in check, though it was hard. Grissom noticed the man's wandering gaze. He was quick and purposeful to sit and put his left hand on the table.

"Mr. Brand, I believe you know why you are here. Let's begin, shall we?" Grissom told him using an all business voice.

"Gil, did you know that when you speak with such authority, it's a major turn on."

"I'll be sure to ask my wife later." Grissom's comment had no adverse affects on the suspect, much to Grissom's dismay.

Behind the glass, Sara was smiling again as she read and listened to the interview. She was video taping the interview strictly for entertainment purposes, but she couldn't argue with the man. He did have a point. Grissom's voice was a turn on; especially when he was being authoritative. She watched the interview go nowhere and she moved to help him. She had her list of questions as well as the ones he had already asked. She was confident as she opened the door to the interrogation room.

"Mr. Brand, my name is Sara Sidle. I would like to ask you some questions. If you cooperate with me, then Mr. Grissom will stay in the room. If you don't, then I will ask him to leave. Is that okay with you?" John got serious real quick and decided to answer any questions she might have just so he could keep looking at Gil.

"Yes. Ma'am." He replied to Sara, but kept looking at Gil. Sara was able to achieve much better results than Gil had and things were progressing nicely until she asked.

"Where were you last night between four and nine p.m.?" He said nothing and Sara tapped Gil on the shoulder to indicate that he could leave. Grissom made for the door and when Brass blocked his view, he spoke.

"Wait. Don't leave." Grissom stood still, but didn't turn around. Sara spoke.

"You have to until the count of three and then Mr. Grissom leaves. One," John bit his lip.

"Two," John was twitching in his seat. It was obvious that he knew something or he was directly involved, but didn't want to say anything.

"Three. Goodbye, Mr. Grissom." Said told the men and John began to plead when Grissom left the room.

"I can't tell you where I was. They will get me."

"We will get you if the evidence tells us to. Talk now and we night be able to help you." Brass took the words right out of Sara's mouth. She felt sorry for him. He wasn't a bad looking guy. He was about her height and had jet black hair. He had a large frame and piercing green eyes like Warrick's. His clothes were disheveled as though he'd slept in them and he had stubble along his face due to not having been near a razor for a day or two. When he still had said nothing, Brass led him away to a cell under suspicion of murder until it was proved otherwise. For Grissom's sake, he and Sara both hoped that he was guilty. They were worried that he might turn into a stalker. He definitely had the potential. Grissom waited patiently in the observation room for Sara to join him as he knew she would.

Since her work was over, she let the laughter return only she kept it under control.

"Hey, good looking." She said once the door was shut and the video camera discreetly shut off.

"Thanks for helping me." She ejected the tape that she had made because she wanted to show Catherine.

"What is that?"

"Evidence." Brass knocked on the door.

"Did you get it?" He asked Sara. She held up the tape.

"Good. Shift is over. Let's go." He took the tape from her and left. Sara was standing in front of Grissom to give Brass a chance to get away.

"Hey, drive me back to the lab. I need to make a doctor's appointment and my purse is in my locker." He looked down at her face and gave in. He gave her a quick peck on the lips before leading her out to the car. She was efficient about collecting her things. She had made her appointment from her cell phone in the car so there was no chance of being overheard. Grissom went into his office and collected his things to go home. He saw Sara in the driver's seat when he got outside. He climbed in the passenger seat and she spoke.

"Nick invited us for breakfast and since I got here first, I decided for us." He was suspicious, but nodded in acceptance. He closed his eyes since he didn't have to drive. When he opened them again he noticed that they were at Nick's house and not the diner.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Reviews are wanted and appreciated. Have a great day everyone! Kelly