A/N: This update is a little short, but another one will follow soon.

She could feel his weight on her thigh, pressing hard against her, throbbing. She moaned deeply, not being able to suppress it.

The gasp he expressed was rewarded with a low, husky laugh from Sara as she slipped her hands under his boxers briefs. She began to work the fabric down his thighs, he helped her the rest of the way out of hast. Her bra was quickly tossed aside and his hands moved to the newly exposed area. Her lips hit his hard, her hands on his lower back pulled him flesh against her.

He thumbed the only fabric that stood between them now. The feeling of lace beneath the pads of his thumb, he could feel her legs tremor.

She breathed, "Gil…" almost pleadingly.

And the sound of his first name on her lips in such manor made his own body tremor.

She sucked in a sharp gasp as he slowly and carefully entered her. Her hands gripped at his back, her short nails against his skin as he moved inside her methodically. Her moans we soft but forceful and only caused him to become more aroused. They moved in unison. She could feel the rumble in his chest and throat even if it wasn't completely audible.

The heat rose through her as her stomach muscles tightened. She needed more of him. Her mind felt like mush, her body shaking as they climaxed together forcefully. He continued to hold her as they were, and kiss her with the same passion he had earlier, caress her face lovingly. He buried his head in the crook of her neck surrounded by her soft locks.

No words were spoken. They enjoyed the closeness of one another, the sound of each others ragged breathing beginning to even out. They each laid there, numb with satisfaction.

It took her a moment, as she gently stirred awake, to realize what exactly the weight around her was. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, filling her senses with his masculine aroma. She felt him readjust against her, his left arm that had already been draped over her abdomen pulled her to him slightly, his fingers brushing soft circles on the skin just beside her bellybutton.

She turned in his embrace to face him, looking up at him. His eyes were soft and a glint of a smile lay in them. They laid in comfortable silence for a few moments. His fingertips continued to gently brush over her back in a small circular motion. She was the one to break the silence,

"What are you thinking?" her voice was small, barely a whisper, but the apprehension in it was loud and clear despite her best efforts to mask it. And it didn't go unnoticed.

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips but he said nothing for a short while until he saw the apprehension seep from her last statement and resign on her face.

"Nothing." He spoke simply.

"Nothing?"

He shook his head in small movements against the pillow, "My mind is quiet." He took his hand off her back and placed it on her cheek, pushing a few stray bed-head behaving strands of hair to behind her ear. She smiled at his touch.

"Thank you." he spoke.

Her brows furrowed in confusion, mind racing. Was he thanking her for what had happened, was that all this had been to him?

"For what?" She decided to ask before she let her mind race down a track that was hopefully wrong.

"For not giving up on me."

Relief rushed through her. Once her fears and wrong thoughts subsided she realized how personal what he just said really was. She pursed her lips in a gently smile. She looked past him and noticed the time displayed on night stand clock.

"Shift starts soon." Her voice emanated hints of sadness, knowing her words would cause him to get up, but he didn't immediately.

"Should we..." His voice trailed off, hands fidgeting.

She simply shook her head, "No one has to know... let's just see where this goes, on our own terms."

He smiled and sighed with content, "Okay."

They got up and dressed. Looking at his watch, Grissom realized he'd never make it home in time to shower and change so instead elected to do so at the lab.

"I'll see you at the lab." One hand on the door knob.

"Yeah, you will." She smiled her sidle gap-tooth grin."

Sara got to the lab and made her way to the lockers, placing her belongings in there and putting on a pair of department issued boots. She got the heads up from Greg that there was a trash run on the list tonight.

"Hey."

Sara turned around to see Grissom toweling his hair dry.

"Hey yourself." She smiled then turned her direction back to her locker. Grissom left just as Greg was entering.

"Hey boss." He spoke as he made his way past Grissom to open his own locker.

"How you holding up, Sar?"

She looked up to see greg standing there and smiled. "I'm good. Have you been to visit Nick yet?"

"No, I'm going to go after shift. Want to come?"

She nodded, "Just let me know whenever you're headed out."

That shift seemed to have flown by. She and greg had come back from the trash run halfway through shift and spent the rest of the night sifting through their findings. Grissom had a 419 out in henderson that he took solo. Warrick and Catherine caught a robbery off the strip, something they could wrap quickly to make their way back to the hospital to see Nick.

The next few weeks brought with it countless double shifts. With Nick out of commission, everyone was working overtime to make up for his absence. Sara entered Grissom's office to find him seated behind his desk. Glasses perched on his nose as he peered down at a book.

"I got the DNA results." She spoke as she walked in, waiving the paper in her hand. "It's the Mother's."

Grissom looked up, "And that's the holy trinity. Vic's blood on knife mixed with her epithelials. Nice work."

She smiled, "What are you reading?"

"New issue of forensic journal." He shrugged, "You're off tomorrow night."

"I am." She agreed.

"Me too."

Sara pursed her lips in a smile, remembering a similar conversation that took place in the office years prior when she spoke those words to Grissom before asking him out to dinner. Somehow that rejection still stung.

"Would you like to have dinner?"

Her smile widened, "I'd love to."

It had been three weeks since Nick was found, since they spent that night together. They hadn't talked about it at all, nor did either really have plans to. Their working relationship was status quo. They both were doing a good job of maintaining composure and objectivity. They exchanged subtle looks every now and again, but nothing that would cause a team member to think twice on it. Things were good.